Hey lovely readers! I'm baaaaack:) So I found the cannonballing of that crazy time traveling episode and Emma-with-a-past-version-of-Hook (why does that sound familiar? Oh right. This entire story's premise) pretty blocking to my writing this. I kind of moved on and ignored this fic for a while and didn't really touch it. At all. Sorry. No really, I am so sorry. Sooo to make it up to you…IM FINISHING THIS FIC!

Mary Margaret and I (okay mostly Mary Margaret) had been cooking all afternoon. She had planned an incredible smelling feast. Regina was bringing some pie for desert and sure enough Mary Margaret had invited Belle and in turn, her significant other. Belle was certain to bring some bread which I was very excited for. The French girl sure could cook. The apartment was looking gorgeous, Mary Margaret really knew how to throw a party. Now came the hard part. Deciding what to wear. I had done my hair and makeup and was now standing in my robe in front of my closet. What was this? Why was I so worried about my appearance? Was I trying to impress Killian? And if I was so worried about my appearance…which Killian was I so nervous for? Ugh. There was something between Killian and I. We had known each other for a long time now and we worked well together. He was honest with me, despite his history and I trusted him so much it scared me. But then this new, younger Killian looked at me with those too blue eyes and my heart hesitated beating. He'd smile shyly and for some reason I would blush. They were so different on the outside and they had such different pasts, but they had the same heart. They had the same soul. And I clearly had feelings for him. Them. Him. Ugh. Time Travel is the worst. I finally tore my favorite dress out of the closet and pulled it on. If I was going to be uncomfortable emotionally tonight I might as well be relaxed and cozy physically. It was the red dress I had worn the night I met Henry. The night I had caught that idiot playboy who ran out on bail and had gone home so alone. And then met the most important man in my life. I smiled and ran my fingers down the skirt. This dress was the dress I met my son in. Who gets to say that their son walked straight into their lives saying hello and dragging you along for the craziest ride you've ever been on? I made mistakes. But I ended up being pretty lucky. I called Henry who assured me that he and Neal had settled in nicely in New York and that he loved his dad's place. Neal hollered from the back that he was making pasta for dinner and I smiled when I heard Henry laugh at a joke Neal made.

"I'm glad you're having fun, kid. Nothing much happening here. Mary Margaret is having dinner tonight so we're all getting dressed up. I'll save some chocolate mousse for you, alright?"

"Great! Thanks Mom."

"You go help your dad. Tell him hi from me and tell him I will call tomorrow with a full update." We said goodbye and I walked down the stairs. People had arrived while I was talking to Henry and Mary Margaret would want my help getting drinks for everyone. Killian (the elder)'s deep voice was rumbling around in the kitchen, complete with, 'can I help, love?' and 'thank's for closet access, Dave, I'll get my own garb soon.'

"Don't call me Dave!" Regina was watching amused and nursing a rather full looking tumbler glass but neither Belle and Gold, nor Little Killian and Liam, had arrived yet.

"Sorry I took so long. I called Henry and I got distracted." I apologized to Mary Margaret who simply smiled and waved her hand brushing it off. Killian turned around, clearly with some snarky phrase on the tip of his tongue. Instead his face softened and a small smile appeared on his lips and in his eyes.

"Wow. Swan. You cut quite the figure."

"Thank you!" I smiled trying not to let his appearance affect me. He had changed again. But it was another winner. I didn't even know David owned a suit, let alone one like that. "I figured if I was going to be crazily anxious I might as well be comfortable."

"That's what you wear to be comfortable? It's a bandage dress, Swan." Regina cut in dryly. "It's gorgeous but there's no way that's the same as sweat pants and sneakers.

"I have good memories of this dress." I said defensively. "I met Henry in this dress." She smiled.

"You'll have to tell me that story sometime."

"Of course! I just spoke with Henry. Neal's making Spaghetti for dinner and he promises he has fruit and veggies out too. Henry is having a lot of fun. I guess they're going to the Statue of Liberty tomorrow."

"The Statue of What?" Killian asked, pursed lips.

"It's this giant green lady with a crown, a book and a flaming torch. She's kind of a landmark in New York."

"People go see a giant, green, flaming lady?" he asked, thoroughly confused. I nodded but before I could clarify further, there was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it." I offered and walked over. Killian and Liam stood there smiling. But when he took sight of me, Killian's face softened. A small smile appeared on his lips. And in his eyes.

"Wow. Princess, you look absolutely lovely."

Thank you for sticking with me dear readers! I will hurry to work on this piece! Please review and let me know what you think, what you want to happen, and who you are rooting for? Pirate Killian-or Good Guy Killian? Love you all~E