This chapter is not as good as you think it would be... so yeah... You have been warned. Like no seriously, this chapter isn't as good as you think it would be. Fun and easy chapter for me to write. Especially the end. Wink, wink. Like to remind you this is my first ff ever, so not good.. yeah. Anyways... you have been warned.

"Ladies, first," Killian said, and the game began.

"Truth or dare?"

"Er.. truth," Emma held in a sigh, she swore he would say dare, "what were you going to tell me on the ship?"

"It's.. er... nothing," he replied.

"Truth," Emma said, her tone louder than usual.

"Er.. well, I was someone before I was Captain Hook," he replied. Seriously?

"Killian Jones," Emma replied, "you were Killian Jones, you told me."

"I meant, before I was Killian, I was something else," he corrected himself.

What? Emma removed her head from his shoulders and looked at him, pulling her coat tighter around herself, "who?" was all that came out of her mouth.

"Peter," he replied, "Peter Pan."

Emma did not expect him to say that. He, Killian Jones, was Peter Pan? Emma looked at him. His blue eyes glowing in the moonlight, his hair combed and neat, his scruffy beard and his always moving magic brow. She just blinked and stared at his features, thinking that he was lying to her until her gaze shifted to his ears. They were pointy, just like Peter's. His chin was about just as pointed as Peter's if she thought about it. He was Peter Pan.

"Emma?" he asked, snapping her back to reality.

"What?" her eyes met his and she tried to conceal her blush, "truth." She put her head back on Killian's shoulder and tried to close the distance between them.

"Who hurt you?" his voice was soft, gentle, and she was pretty sure it slightly cracked.

Emma closed her eyes, summoning the strength to talk about him. Him. That bloody coward.

"Neal," she whispered, and she felt him lean closer to her, and she repeated it in the same voice.

"Who's Ne-" he cut himself off, "isn't that the crocodile's son."

Emma nodded.

"Can I beat him up for you?" he asked, his voice sincere.

"Of course," Emma replied, opening her eyes and giving him a smile, "but I have to be there when it happens."

Killian chucked, "may I ask how?"

Emma's head dropped on his shoulder again, and he placed his on top of hers. His right arm, his only arm, slid around her waist and pulled her closer.

"He left me in jail," Emma tried hard to keep her voice level, but it immediately cracked, "for a crime he did. He ran away. Because August told him to, told him it was my destiny to break the curse." She took a deep breath, holding back her tears, "he ran, he ran and left me in jail. He was a coward, just like his father."

Emma knew she failed as soon as a tear slipped from her eye and Killian's hand wiping it off her face.

"Don't cry love," Killian kissed her forehead.

"So, how'd you become Killian Jones?" Emma asked, clearing all her emotions, which was easy, but she didn't put her wall up like she usually does.

"Er... I didn't even say truth, but okay," Killian said, and she felt him scrunch up is eyebrow. "It was many, many, many moons ago. I don't really remember it all."

There was a moment's silence before Killian spoke again, "Wendy. Wendy Darling. She left me, she knew how much I loved her, I was fifteen. She left me for another guy. Captain Hook, the bloody bastard. It was years before I saw him again, and Wendy wasn't with him. I got angry and kinda- sorta- umm... er.. well, slaughtered him."

Emma looked up and stared at his beautiful ocean blue eyes, "you killed hum because he took Wendy? Or because he like killed her?"

"Well," he paused, "both, I guess. I didn't just kill him like that. I joined the crew for about half a year and I killed him when the moon was up. Then I would go back and sleep like nothing happened. Nobody suspected me, I was the youngest one there, and they wouldn't think a 16 year old would kill anyone. Then I ran when they started suspecting each other because they would soon might suspect me. I stole the Jolly Roger and changed my hair and name."

He ruffled his hair and Emma saw a small part that was a different color. Ginger.

"Why 'Killian Jones' though?" Emma asked, curious.

He shrugged, making her head, which was still on his shoulder, bounce, "no clue, it was just random."

They sat in awkward silence until Emma realized it was his turn to ask.

"Truth."

"How did you meet him? The bloody coward?"

"Neal or Rumpelstiltskin?" Emma joked, and they both laughed.

"Why not both?" Killian grinned.

"Well, the first bloody coward I met when I went to rent a room at Granny's B&B. The son of the bloody coward, the second bloody coward, I met when I was stealing a car when I was about eighteen. Turned out I stole a stolen car and we... well, yeah."

Emma's eyes started drooping and she tried all she can to stay awake.

"Dare," Killian said out of nowhere. Dare?

"Alright then," Emma said, "I dare you to punch Neal when we get back. And I have to be there to see it."

Emma looked up at the pirate's eyes and it was glistening and a smile spread across his face.

"Deal."

"Since you wanted a dare. I guess I choose dare."

A smile spread across his face and he lean down until his mouth was next to her ear, "kiss me."

Emma knew it was coming as soon as she said: 'Dare'. She looked at him and his glistening eyes, and muttered: "Oh, what the hell."

She closed the space between them and Killian was shocked for a moment, probably thinking she wouldn't take the dare, but quickly kissed her back. And as soon as he did, she felt fireworks explode around her and grabbed his shirt and pulled her closer. The kiss deepened all in a single moment and her heart exploded. She opened her mouth when she felt him lick her lips. Their tongue tangled in record time and started to pull back; and Killian, knowing what was happening, gave her a single nip on her bottom lip.

"Was that good enough?" Emma asked, breathing hard.

"Not enough," Killian replied, and dove in for another kiss.

They broke apart minutes later and Emma couldn't stop herself from falling asleep. She slumped down and her head rested on his shoulder and she felt him peck her on the cheek and a hand snaking around her waist, pulling her closer to him.