A/N: First attempt at a CS story, so bear with me!

Rated M for future chapters.

I know this chapter's short, but I promise chapter 2 will follow very shortly!

Disclaimer: If the characters were mine, I wouldn't be publishing here.

Chapter 1

"Hi there! How are you? What's your name?" Killian Jones asked the young woman in front of him, as she was settling down in the armchair across from his.

"Hi, I'm good, thanks. My name's Ava," she replied, with just a hint of shyness in her voice.

"Such a pleasure to meet you, Ava," Killian smiled.

He'd always enjoyed these meets and greets with his fans at conventions. After all, if he was there, it was in part due to them.

"And how old are you?" he asked her.

"I'm 18. You and I share a birthday, actually!" Ava beamed, her bright blue eyes shining back at him.

"How cool is that!" Killian smiled back, feeling a sense of déjà vu at her eyes and smile.

"Yeah, I always thought so, too," Ava told him, with a smile that didn't do much to hide her nervousness.

"So, what you got there?" he asked, pointing to the photo album that was on her lap.

Ava took a deep breath before handing Killian a single picture.

"Do you, by chance, recognize her?" she inquired.

Killian's features softened as his eyes fell on the familiar face on the picture. Without realizing, his thumb lightly grazed the girl's face.

"Emma Swan." His answered was almost a whisper. "How…? You know her?"

Ava nodded. "My mother."

Killian's head shot back up to look into Ava's eyes. The smile. That's why it was so familiar. It was Emma's.

"Emma's your mother?! How is that possible? You say you're 18, that would mean…" Killian's heart skipped a couple beats as he tried to put the pieces of information together.

"I was born on January 26th, 1998, yes. I've always known who you were, but I had to wait until I was 18 to come find you."

"No. That's not possible. If this is some kind of sick joke, I'd advise you to leave this room immediately before I call security on you," Killian angrily shot back.

Ava all but threw the photo album onto his lap, daring him to have a look at it.

"It's a scrapbook I made when I was in 6th grade. Everything's there. Nothing's photoshopped. There's nothing but the truth."

"What do you want from me Ava?" Killian asked her, his head screaming at him that it was a scam, his heart furiously beating in his chest with fear that it was all true.

"I don't want money, if that's what you're worried about," Ava told him. "That's why Mom always told me to wait till I was at least 18 before I find you. I just…" she sighed. "I just want to know why you didn't want me."

Before Killian could reply, a woman poked her head through the door and told him their time was over.

"Well, I'm not done!" Killian snarled back at her.

"Mr. Jones, I'm truly sorry, but you are aware of the schedule," the woman tried again before he cut her off, claiming he "didn't fucking care about the fucking schedule!"

"Mr. Jones," the woman sighed heavily, trying her very best to remain calm at his sudden outburst. Killian Jones was not known for such a behavior. He was actually known for being very compliant, very respectful to everyone, very kind.

"FINE!" he growled. "You and I are not done, missy," he told Ava. "Belle!" he asked the woman. "Have security walk miss Swan somewhere to wait till I am done."

"It's Jones," Ava told him, getting up. "I go by Ava Jones, not Swan."

With one last look at Killian, Ava walked towards Belle who then explained to security that Mr. Jones had requested a "further meeting with this young lady".

Back in the room, Killian put aside Ava's photo album with shaking hands. Knowing the next fan would be coming in any minute now, he quickly ran a hand on his face, scratching his scruff, before taking his hand through his hair.

Emma Swan had had a daughter 18 years ago. And if what Ava was saying was right, he was the goddamn father.