Why was her pillow moving? Emma found herself too nervous to open her eyes, having never felt the sensation of a moving pillow before. What if it's magic? She thought frantically, still obviously a little bit groggy from the sleep. What if it's GOLD? With that thought, she shot up from her lying position and roamed her eyes around the room. Hook.

"What the hell are you doing here, Hook?"

Killian, who had also been asleep, jolted out of sleep with a small grunt of fright from Emma's yell.

"Wh-, the hell, Swan? Why the hell are you yelling?"

"Why the hell were you sleeping with me, creep!" she countered, flinging a cushion at him from her now standing position.

"Bloody hell, Emma. Do you not even remember our little bonding moment earlier? You fell asleep on me."

She opened her mouth to argue with him further when it all came rushing back to her. Oh.

Biting her lip, she shuffled over to Killian and gingerly picked up the cushion she had flung at him.

"Sorry…"

"Mary Margaret."

Snow White's alter ego spun her head around to answer to her daughter's call from her seat at the kitchen table, where she was correcting her class's homework.

"Emma…? What's wrong?"

Emma scanned the room, and then glanced up the stairs where Killian had disappeared off to. Deciding all was safe, she turned back to Mary Margaret. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she slide down into the wooden chair beside her mother.

"I was nice to Hook today."

She was greeted by Mary Margaret's kind smile, obviously having accomplished whatever task the woman had mentally set for her.

"Good, Emma! That's good! See, he's not all that bad!"

Emma stared at Mary Margaret, now giving the look Killian had earlier given her, to her mother. She felt like she was a teenager all over again and her mother was giving her praise for something childish.

"What is wrong with you? Why do you like him so much, Mare? Should David be worried?"

Emma was always known for her impeccable timing to walk into situations. Walking in onto conversation about her and the like. She was now finding out she got that trait from her father.

"Should I be worried about what?"

Mary Margaret looked up to the heavens and back down to Emma again, giving her a scolding look.

"Nothing, David. Emma's just being a child."

"What about?"

"Killian."

David looked over to Emma, his stern face changing to a broad grin as he patted her on the shoulder.

"That's my girl. If Hook's involved, I encourage any negative attitude and action-"

He was cut off by Mary Margaret, who gave him a wallop across the head.

"Okay, okay! Emma though, seriously. Just ignore him. I'm sorry we had to inflict him onto you."

He was then scolded by his wife again and sent to bed like a five year old, being promised that she'd be up in a few minutes. Her attention was then brought back to her daughter.

"Emma, please. Just… make living in this space tolerable, will you? I teach all day to ten year old children, I don't want to have to come home to face you two acting like them too. You might even grow to like him."

Emma rolled her eyes, standing up out of her seat to go up to her room.

"Not likely."

There was simply nothing like a warm shower on a cold, rainy morning before beginning the day and heading off to work. The heat of the water woke up Emma more than a cup of coffee ever could, so she convinced herself two more minutes in there wouldn't do any harm. It wasn't until she leaned out of the shower from behind the curtain to grab her new bottle of soap, that she became aware of another presence in the bathroom.

The shock of seeing Hook curiously watching the shower created a yelp from her, before causing her to lose her balance and footing.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, Hook!"

Killian couldn't quite understand what had just happened in front of him. A few moments before, he had heard strange motor like noises coming from the bathroom. The curiosity got the best of him and he ended up opening up the unlocked bathroom door to peek in at what was making the unnatural noises. Not seeing anything, he walked the whole way into the room silently; worried that perhaps he'd wake up whatever fiend was resting in the water box. While contemplating how to approach this new situation, a hand popped out. Then an arm, and then a shoulder and finally it was revealed that the limbs belonged to Emma. His eyes widened as he realised it was her in the water box and that she was naked and then just as he witnessed her lose her balance, he realised she was going to kill him.

He watched, mouth open wide, as Emma lost her balance and gripped the plastic curtain in an attempt to keep her upright, profanities being yelled in his general direction all the while. A shameful smirk spread across his face as he watch the curtain tear from the weight of her grip, and fall to the floor with a very naked Emma attached.

It did occur to him as he stared at her tangled up on the floor, that perhaps he should help her up, but after thinking over the scenario in his head, he decided she'd most likely kill him more severely if he touched her when she was naked. Apparently the progress they had made the night before never happened anyway.

With that decision made, he gave her a sheepish smile and legged it from the bathroom, walking at the most casually fast pace he could manage down to the kitchen where Mary Margaret was seated with her coffee. The first thing the woman noticed was Killian nervously tapping his fingers against the counter.

"Killian… What did you do?" she asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Uh, nothing?"

"Emma what's- Whoa!"

David sprinted into the upstairs bathroom from his office, which was situated beside it, only to find his adult daughter wrestling with the shower curtain on the floor, growling angrily until she managed to untangle her foot from the plastic. And she was naked.

"Look the hell away, David!"

He didn't need to be told twice. It was almost a second and a half before she told him he could turn around, a towel now wrapped around herself.

"What happened, Emma?" he asked, already trying to blank out the image of his daughter naked from his brain.

"Hook," she spat, kicking the curtain into the floor of the shower. "Hook, fucking happened. Do what all good fathers would do and punch him in the face please."

David gapped at her, outraged that the damned pirate would dare go near his daughter like that. A sudden rage burst through him and he turned on his heel away from Emma.

There was silence. She was alone now. Time to plan that man's murder.

Mary Margaret was sitting at the kitchen counter drinking her coffee, instructing Killian how to use the waffle machine. Unfortunately, neither of them saw David coming.

In a sense, Mary Margaret was the only one who actually saw David. Killian had the pleasure of acquainting himself with the man's fist.

"Wh- th' 'ell, 'arming? 'At was tha' fow?"

David thought it would've been funnier if Hook had replied with, "Bloody hell". Because the pirate was most definitely in a bloody hell right now.

"David!" Mary Margaret exclaimed, getting out of her seat to grab her husband's forearm. "What on earth was that for?"

"Yuh," Killian inputted, holding a hand to his now bloody nose.

"He went into Emma's bathroom and watched her while she showered, that's what!"

Mary Margaret's eyes went wide as she turned to look at Killian. Ooh, bollocks, he thought, seeing the rage in Snow White's eyes. The mother would be worse than the father.

"You did what?"

After the traumatic morning Emma had experienced, the last thing she wanted was to find herself face to face with Hook once more. While Mary Margaret yelled at Hook, barely refraining from swinging the waffle machine to his head, Emma had gotten dressed and sneaked out of the house to escape further embarrassment. Not wanting to linger long enough to get herself breakfast in the apartment, she made a bee line to Granny's before work.

"Well, how can I help you, Ems?"

She looked up from her phone to see Ruby leaning casually against the table Emma was seated at. Mary Margaret had texted her. Multiple times. Mostly containing how she was forcing Hook to apologise, the many ways she physically hurt him after Emma had left, and also that he was on washing up duty for the next month. The fact that Mary Margaret had even implied that Hook would be with them for more than a month had her riled up.

"Hey, Ruby. The usual, thanks."

She gave her friend a quick smile before turning back to her phone; informing her mother that she would be home some time after six, and that she would behave as long as the pirate did.

Emma didn't even notice the hot cocoa and cinnamon that had been placed in front of her, and she certainly didn't notice Ruby, who had sat down opposite her with a plate pancakes and two forks.

"Let me guess; Mr Leather and Liner is giving you a hard time?" the younger woman asked, placing an elbow on the table and her chin onto the hand.

"What gave me away? The flashing arrow pointing to my head or the steam coming from my ears?"

"Oh, I'm sure he's not that bad, Emma. I mean, look at him."

Emma narrowed her eyes at Ruby, picking up her mug and taking a long sip.

"Yes, I have looked at him. I've had to look at him a lot recently."

"And?" Ruby pressed on, obviously waiting for a spark of emotion from her friend.

"And I haven't had a moment without feeling repulsed by him. I mean, obviously when I was asleep I didn't notice but-"

Ruby's eyes widened comically, and she almost sent her dish cloth flying.

"You slept together? Oh my gosh, Swan. Well done. I mean, I thought it would take at least a month before you caved but-"

"Ruby!"

Emma had managed to stop her just as Regina glided into the diner, her dark eyes immediately finding Emma's.

"Why, Ms Swan," she began, causing Emma to groan internally. "Found yourself a man at last? I do hope you asked their partner's permission before having a roll in the hay."

Emma sighed angrily, rolling her eyes up to heaven and leaning back heavily into her seat.

"Still bitter about Graham, Regina? Really now, I had nothing to do with that. That was all him."

She was replied with a snort, and then the Evil Queen's back as she left with her cup of coffee.

"Bitch," Ruby muttered, shooting a glare out the door as it slammed shut behind the mayor.

The waitress then pestered Emma into giving all the details of the past two or so days, often adding in her own commentary. Ruby seemed to be infatuated with Hook, for reasons that were beyond Emma. She claimed that he was roguishly handsome; that he made guy liner sexy; that he had that gorgeous British accent that made his awful innuendoes simply roll off the tongue. Emma agreed that yes, while he was somewhat attractive, that did not change the fact that he was an arrogant, annoying, sly, thieving, perverted asshole that was making her life so difficult lately.

"That's because you're subconsciously attracted to him!" Ruby remarked after Emma had listed off why she didn't like him. "Yea know what they say, Emma. Boys pick on the girls they like, vice versa. You've got the hots for him and obviously he does for you too."

"Come on, Ruby. There isn't writing between the lines with everything."

After arguing back and forth for another ten minutes, Ruby was eventually called off by her granny to serve some other guests. Relieved in some way, not liking being in the spot light with 'feelings', Emma collected her coat and phone and dropped some change onto the counter as she made her way out.

Back to the office and then back to the pirate.

A/N: Very sorry it's a little late. Had cousins over last week and then had to get an injection into my face yesterday so I've been a bit loopy ever since. It's a little shorter as well and maybe a little choppy, mostly because half of this was written last week and then the rest was written tonight. Also, credit goes to Davis Family Fan for the shower idea :L But anyway, please review! Thanks to everyone who has already reviewed and favourited/followed. Means a lot.

Next time: He seemed like a boxer type of guy...