Okay, so this one is based on the movie The Song. It is the scenes where Jed and Rose first meets and he sings to her at the festival. To hear what the song sounds like here is the link watch?v=Z3p50A1SFR0

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My Song

Killian Jones could not believe he had accepted this gig.

But then again, he desperately needed this gig, so yes he could.

Somehow, Smee, the family friend turned manager, convinced him that singing at this harvest festival would be "good publicity." Little did he mention that this harvest party was in the middle of nowhere.

Before Killian could even roll his eyes, a voice caught his attention.

"Killian?" He turned slightly, peering through his sunglasses to see a young woman approaching him. "Are you Killian Jones?"

She was beautiful. Long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, breezing with the wind. Her green eyes lit up when she spoke and her smile-oh her smile. There was something about this girl. Dresses simply in jeans and a white tee shirt with a red leather jacket, confident to the brim. There was something that Killian liked about this girl. He was so caught up in all that was her that he could only say "Yes."

"I'm Emma Nolan." He gave her a strange look, racking his brain for her name, before she jumped in. "We spoke on the phone."

"Right." He mentally kicked himself. "Right. It's nice to meet you, love." He extended his hand which she firmly shook.

"This your vineyard?" He asked her, looking around the place.

"My parents, technically." She shrugged. "Except they seem to act as if I am going to inherit like royalty."

"It's beautiful." He whispered.

She seemed oblivious to that last comment. "Well, my dad will want to you are are here." Emma waited for a moment, before moving past him. Killian stood still for a moment, unsure, before going to follow her. A man, whom he presumed was her father, squatted next to an old motor engine, trying to fix something with it.

"Dad. Killian Jones is here." She informed him. Her father did not look up at her, focusing his attention on the motor. "Who?"

"The music guy."

"Right." Her father stood up and Killian straightened (because this was a job and he had to make a good impression).

"It's nice to meet you, Sir. I'm Killian Jones." He extended his hand again, ever the gentleman.

"You're Brennan Jones's kid?" The asked hesitantly as they shook hands. Killian gave a small nod, not knowing how to answer. His father, well, had a reputation in the music industry. Brennan Jones had been the biggest star of his time-both due to his music and downfall. He left his family, turned to a life of partying, alcohol and woman, and ruined the career he had strived to create.

"Emma, I've got a lot of work to do. Would you mind showing him the stage?" Her father spoke up again.

"Sure." Emma smiled at there father before motioning for Killian to follow her. "I'm sorry about him. The whole harvest thing is stressful and with work- He does not really get a break."

"It's fine." Killian reassured her as they walked.

"Who did he say your father was?" She turned to him.

"Brennan Jones." He enunciated the syllables.

"He a singer too?" She asked nonchalantly.

Killian stopped walking, both out of surprise and also so he could see her. "Really?"

"Don't know a lot about music." Emma shrugged, seeming a bit embarrassed.

He was about to tell her not to apologize, that her not knowing his father was probably a good thing, but a couple walked up to them, grabbing Emma's attention.

"Hey Ems." A young man, probably around Emma's age, maybe a year or two older, said.

"Neal-" Emma said quietly. Killian's eyes looked down at her, making sure she was alright, and saw the deflation in her face. "What are you doing here?"

"Free wine." He stated as if it were so obvious. "You know I always loved wine." Emma looked as if she were suppressing an eye roll.

Neal motioned to the woman standing beside him. "This is Tamera. You remember her, right?"

"I remember." By the sound of Emma's voice, it sounded like she would much rather forget.

"So," Neal waved his wine glass in his hand as he motioned to Killian and Emma. "Are you two-?"

"No." Emma said immediately.

"Yes." Killian stepped, in, looking down at Emma with a smile. "Yes, don't be shy, love." He turned back to Neal. "Killian Jones."

That seemed to shut Neal up, if only for a moment. He ignored Killian's gesture to shake hands, instead standing closer to Tamara, sipping his wine with his other hand.

"You moved on quick, Em" Neal stated smuggly.

"Not as quick as you." Her voice was bitter. "What was it, three months before we broke up?" Neal's face turned sour when she finally bit back.

"We should get going. I'll see you later Em." Neal walked off before Emma could even open her mouth.

"Sorry." Emma whispered. "It's this way." She started walking again.

"He seem's like a real winner, aye?" He called after her, not catching up to her until they were at the tiny stage he would perform at that night."Emma, love you deserve better." He said before she could even get a word out about the stage.

""I know that." She whispered, kicking her feet at the dirt they were standing on. She spoke again, her voice louder this time. "I know I deserve better than some guy who will cheat on me, but I don't know if that exists and-" Emma finally looked up at him. "And I just said that out loud."

"You're an open book to me, love. Even if it's in your head, I will know you are thinking something." Her cheeks reddened at his words.

Killian loved when she got a bit embarrassed and blushed. The look suited her.

"I'm so sorry, I-"

"No, love. I-" He tried to seem as natural as possible. "Maybe when this is all done, we could go out?"

Emma took a step back. "Killian, you seem nice, but I don't even know you. And I don't need some new relationship just because Neal was a jerk."

"I know you don't. You are perfect by yourself" He smiled at her.

"Sometimes it just kills to see him with her, you know?"

"Well, I'd hate for you to die." He smirked a bit, raising his eyebrow.

Emma smiled, before whispering a goodbye and walking off to finish her jobs for the festival. Killian replayed the last thing he said in his head. How could this girl get him so tongue tied. He sounded like an idiot.

What was she doing to him?

Killian rarely got nervous before a performance. Tonight, guitar in hand, dressed in his signature leather jacket, he felt the pressure. He convinced himself it was not Emma's presence there that was doing that to him. Emma stood at the front of the stage, announcing for him, and all he could think was that she got more beautiful with every minute.

"You are in for a real treat, Storybrooke. Give it up for Killian Jones."

Killian stepped up to the mic, giving Emma a thankful smile as she found a spot in the front. He adjusted his strap, about to speak into the mic, when Neal called out from the crowd. "Nice guitar."

He had it. This guy hurt Emma. No one should ever even think about that. But now, after everything he had done to Emma, he was still not satisfied. He still wanted to cause her more pain. This guy got what he deserved.

Killian leaned into the mic. Let me cut right to the chase. He sang.

This was definitely a bad idea.

Emma, when I see your beautiful face. I can't help but ask myself

He directed his attention to Neal, pulling one hand on the guitar to point at him.

Why?

And If I did not need this gig, I sweat I would flip my lip. And already, Neal would be nursing a black eye.

The entire audience erupted in laughter, including Tamara, who probably had a few too many glasses of wine. Neal seemed uncomfortable and Emma pressed a hand over her mouth, either out of embarrassment or to stop from laughing. He went with the later.

It seems like such a waste, to let him in the way, of what you and I might have some day.

I'm not gonna quit you, baby. I'm not gonna split you baby. I'd rather give you up than watch you die.

The crowd started clapping, rising to their feet, but Killian kept his attention on Emma, who was being pushed to also stand by someone who was sitting next to her. Emma's smile grew a bit more when she stood and made eye contact with Killian. That only encouraged him to sing more.

I know loss hurt more than a little, but he split you down the middle.

It's time to give good love a try.

It would be such a pity, to split you fifty fifty.

Especially with some guy who makes fun of my guitar, shows up at this thing when he knows you are gonna be here, is scared of your dad and breaks up with the most beautiful girl in the world for the stupidest reason in the world kind of guy

The audience lost it after that, cheering and hollering. Neal apparently had had enough, grabbing Tamara by the arm and leading her out of there. His girlfriend had apparently sobered by than judging by the look on her face. As much satisfaction as he took out of eliciting a response from Neal, his real focus was Emma.

Emma, you and I could bloom, in no time.

Killian did not see Emma until the rest of the show was over. He had been saying hello to people, taking pictures and getting to meet the people of the town when she came up to him, a large white box in her hands. He opened it to reveal a few bottles of wine.

"I know it's not rum or whatever a rockstar likes, but it is a thank you."

"Aye, well, rum in a fine thing, but the wine will be amazing. Especially since it came from you." He smiled at her, grabbing a cd from his pile and handing one to her. "I have something for you too."

"My song on here?" She asked, teasingly as she took it.

"I'm sorry about that love." He scratched behind his ear.

"No" Emma shook her head. "It's alright. I-"

"Not without talking with your father first." He cut her off. She gave him a questioning look. "It seems that your father would want to be spoken with."

"He would. I don't agree with it too much."

"You're a strong, lass. I like that. I still want his blessing though."

Emma ran a hand through her hair. "You need the blessing for marriage, not for one date."

"We are going to have more than one date." He informed her, stating the fact as if it were common knowledge.

"What makes you think that we will have more than one date?" She asked him.

"I just know."

(They had more than one date.)

(They got married.)

(It is on her father's vineyard.)

(He writes her another song the next morning.)