"Killian?" Emma shook Killian's shoulders gently. Killian grumbled and rubbed his eyes. He opened his eyes and looked at Emma in confusion.

"Emma?" he asked and looked around. "What am I doing here?"

"I was just about to ask you the same question," she said and helped him up. "Do you know what he is doing here?" she asked and pointed at Felix who was still unconscious on the floor.

Killian scratched behind his ear. "No. I only remember going back to Granny's after I walked you home."

"Strange…" Emma mused.

"Anyway," Killian said and stepped a bit closer to Emma. "I'm really looking forward to our date."

Emma swayed closer to him. "Me too."

"Could you please do that when I'm not laying unconscious on the floor less than two feet away," Felix grumbled as he pushed himself off of the floor. Emma bit her lip to keep herself from laughing as the grumpy teenager glared at them. "What am I doing here in the first place, anyway?"

"You know as much as we do," Killian said, but he was less amused than Emma.

"I just walked in here and you two were laying on the floor," Emma explained. Felix just pulled his hood over his head and mumbled something under his breath while walking passed them. When he was gone Emma looked back at Killian who had a stormy look in his eyes. "What is it?"

He looked back at her, giving her a fake smile. "Nothing," he said but she knew it was more than nothing. She chose to just let it go. It was clearly something painful, if he wanted to tell her he would eventually.

"About that date," he started and swayed closer, the fake smile was replaced by a flirty smirk. "how about I pick you up tonight around seven?"

"That would be perfect."

Killian leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "See you tonight," he said and left the station. When we was gone she touched her lips and smiled.

"Who was that?" Graham asked while he walked into the office.

"Oh, uhm…"

"Is he your boyfriend?" Graham had a crush on her ever since she walked into the station for the first time. He wouldn't admit it but things like this gave it away; he had always been the jealous type. Sure, he was handsome, kind and romantic but when she started working here she wasn't so sure about dating and when he finally gathered the courage to asked her out she didn't want to make things awkward between them at work. She also knew Ruby had a crush on him, which wasn't a surprise, but he was the first decent guy she liked so Emma didn't want to stand in her way.

"No, uhm… we're going on a date tonight," she said a bit awkward while looking through the papers on her desk.

Graham nodded. "If he does something that-"

"I know, kick or punch, run and call you," she said dryly but smiled at him. "So what are we going to do with John Doe now that he's awake?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Well, he's staying at the hospital till he's stable again. In the mean time we could start looking for his family and friends."

"Don't you think they would have found him themselves? It been, what? 24 years and still no one has claimed to know him."

Graham shrugged. "Maybe they didn't know he was here."

"I doubt that," she said and started gathering her stuff. "My shift is over, see you tomorrow." She walked out of the station and to her car. She still had to get a dress for her date tonight.

"How do I look?" Emma asked her mother as she walked down the stairs.

"You look beautiful, Emma," her mother said and quickly snapped a picture.

"Really need to get my own place," Emma mumbled under her breath. Someone knocked on the door and Emma took a deep breath before opening the door. She was stunned for a second when she looked Killian up and down. He looked… "You look…"

"I know," he said, making her huff and relax a bit. "but not quite as good as you do." Killian stepped closer to her and gave her a red rose. Emma opened and closed her mouth a few times, not sure what to say. Eventually she just took the rose and smiled at him. He smiled back.

Emma was snapped back to reality by her mother who took another photo. She ducked her head in embarrassment and placed the rose on the table behind her.

"Bye Mom," she said a bit quiet and left the apartment with Killian. When they were outside she thought that she finally could breathe again.

"Everything alright there, Swan?" he asked her as he opened the passengers door of his car.

"Swan?" she asked surprised.

"You said your last name was Swan-Blanchard, right?"

"Oh, yeah. About that," she said and ducked her head in embarrassment again. "It's just Blanchard. When I was younger I used to believe that everyone in this town was a fairy tale character. I called myself the Swan Princess and sometimes I accidently add it to my last name."

"Swan suits you," he said with a smirk and she rolled her eyes, stepping in his car. He walked around the car and got in the driver's seat. After a while he spoke up again, "So, who do you think I am?"

"What?"

"As a fairy tale character."

"Oh… uhm… I don't really do that anymore."

He glanced at her for a second before looking back at the rode. "I'm just curious. Am I Prince Charming?"

Emma snorted a laugh. "Prince Charming is my father," she said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She turned her head and looked him up and down a few times. "You're more of a pirate type, I think."

"A pirate? Like Captain Hook?"

"You asked," she laughed.

He shrugged and smirked at her. "I guess guy-liner does look good on me. Don't you think, love?"

"You probably do."

Their date went well. Probably the best date Emma has ever been on. He took her to a fancy Italian restaurant where the food was more than just delicious, like an angle danced on her tong. After dinner he took her to the docks for a moonlight stroll by the waters. He told her stories about the different constellations. All the time they talked, never an awkward or uncomfortable silence.

When he parked the car she felt disappointed that the date was already over. He opened her door for her and held out his hand to help her out of the car. She gladly took it and he didn't let go until they reached her front door and she turned to him.

"Thank you for tonight, Killian," she said softly, swaying just a bit closer.

"Does that mean I can expect you to come again?" he asked hopeful.

"Maybe if you asked."

He swallowed and his expression turned more serious. "Will you go out with me again?"

Emma slowly leaned in until he met her halfway in a passionate kiss. It felt like she was in heaven. His lips were soft and his hand just curved perfectly around her. His scurf tickled her skin. One of her hands was on his cheek while the other rested on his chest, right above his heart that was beating faster and faster just like her own.

When they finally broke for air they stayed close, noses brushing and foreheads touching.

"I take that as a yes?" he asked with a smile.

"Yes, you idiot."

He chuckled, a deep and rich sound. If it wasn't for her mother who was definitely waiting inside on the couch for her she probably would have invited him in for coffee. She sighed and turned around so he could retrieve his jacket from her shoulders. His fingers brushed the skin on her shoulders just for a second but the warm tingling feeling stayed.

"Good night, Killian," she said and looked back over her shoulder before opening the door.

"Good night, Swan."

She closed the door behind her, leaning against it while closing her eyes and smiling. She turned her head in the direction of the couch and opened them again. And just like she expected her mother was sitting there, big smile on her face, waiting for her to tell her about her date.

"How long have you been waiting there?" Emma asked as she walked over to the couch and sat down.

"Two hot coco's and one cup of tea," her mother answered, the smile still on her face. "So, how was it? Tell me all about it."

Emma rolled her eyes. This wasn't the first time she went on a date. She knew the routine; she would get home, her mother would interrogate her until she knew enough and then they would go to bed. Next morning her mother would make her hot chocolate with cinnamon and ask everything she didn't ask the night before. It was always the same. Part of her loved her mother for it, the other part hated her for it.

But this time Emma knew a way to turn the tables. "Before you're going to interrogate me I want to make a deal."

"I don't interrogate y-"

"Yes you do." Emma gave her a pointy look. "Now, my deal. I'll tell you everything you want to know if you tell me everything about you and John Doe."

Mary Margaret laughed a bit nervous. "What do you mean, me and John Doe?"

"For one, when we discovered he was missing you volunteered immediately to help search." Mary Margaret wanted to interrupt but Emma wouldn't let her. "Second, when we found him he only looked at you, no one else, just you. Third-"

"Okay, I get it," Mary Margaret said. "There isn't much, really. He hasn't been awake after we found him this morning so-"

"Then tell me all about it when you speak him tomorrow," Emma said and stood up, walking to the stairs with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Wait, what?" Mary Margaret called after her.

"Good night, Mom!"

Today was a good day.

But not for everyone. After Regina wiped everyone's memory the curse seemed to repair itself, but she was still wary. She walked into the hospital and into the room where Charming lay. What to do with him. What to do, what to do…

Wait. Didn't he have a fiancé back in the Enchanted Forest before he married Snow? A plan formed in Regina's head and a cruel smile crawled up her face. Snow was going to suffer, even more than she did before.

With her long nails she trailed over Charming's face. "Welcome to Storybrooke, Charming," she said cruelly before walking out of the room. She had someone to find. Someone who could ruin Snow's life by simply existing. Kathryn.

A/N: Thank you all for reading! sorry for the short chapter but I promise that I'll be updating this story more often now that I've finished my other story 'Nothing Like I Thought'. Please leave review, it really helps me out, a lot. Please, pretty please?