There was a loud thud at her door which had her sitting upright in bed instantly. She waited a little while and didn't hear again so she assumed she must have imagined it. So Emma decided to snuggle back down into her covers, but there was that niggling feeling that was making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

There was another thud against her door, but now she was awake it sounded more like someone was slapping her door. She looked at her bedside clock: 2:45am. Emma wiped the sleep from her eyes and then pulled herself out of bed and walked to her front door. Slowly she opened her door,

"Swan!" shouted Killian, "Ha, no shhhh," he slurred. He gave her a drunk, lopsided grin.

"Is everything alright?" she asked him,

"Well," he exhaled. "I lost my keys,"

"And your shoes?" she said noting his bare feet,

"What?" he looked down at seeing his bare feet his shoulders fell and he looked utterly heart-broken. "Oh no."

"How did you lose your keys?"

"A drain took them. Well it didn't take them, I accidently gave it to them. I tripped and they disappeared. My shoes...I don't know where they are Emma. Wait!"

"What?"

"You're a bailsbondsperson, you find people, maybe you can find my shoes!"

"Maybe I can," she nodded.

"You're in pyjamas," he snorted,

"Yeah, that's because it's like 3 in the morning,"

"Oh, is this when you unzip my dress?"

"You aren't wearing a dress. Jones, how much have you had to drink?"

"I was out with my mate Will, he is a bad influence on me, I can usually handle my drink very well, but we got started on some drinking games. Tink also besmirched me,"

"Besmirched?"

"Yeah, you know, tainted me! Dishonoured me! Corrupted me! I've drunk a lot, I've made a fool of myself. I don't even remember leaving my friends,"

Emma had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. "Would you like to come in?" she asked him.

"What!" his hand went to his chest, "Oh, wow, you're so kind. Did you know that? You're really kind,"

"Just come on in," she smiled.

He staggered his way into her flat and his blue eyes gazed around at the place and just silently appraised it all, even silently clapped. "Sit down on the sofa," she told him, "I'll get you some water."

He threw himself onto the sofa like a little child and sat there patiently waiting for Emma to return to him with a glass of water. When she turned the lights on he jumped out of his skin in surprised and then started laughing to himself.

Emma sat down on the sofa next him and handed him the glass of water, "There you go,"

"Thank you Miss Swan, dreadfully kind of you," he said before taking a gulp. "You know, love, I've never been more attracted to you in my life,"

"Just carry on drinking your water, buddy,"

"I'm serious Emma, between you and I, there's something I can feel it. Trust me, love, I know you can feel it. You're like an open book to me, Swan, and you're as drawn to me as I am to you" he told her with a wink.

His hand came up and brushed some hair off her shoulder, and the way he was looking at her made her feel slightly weak at the knees. He seemed different he was emitting this different type of energy, that flirtatious, confident energy that he rarely seemed to show amidst his adorable, dorky nature.

"I just had the bestest idea known to man!" he suddenly blurted out, surprising Emma and taking her away from her thoughts. She realised she'd been unconsciously leaning forward and so quickly rectified herself.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you should come out drinking with me sometime, like with my mates and stuff. And I just thought of a way to make it even better. You can bring your friends too!"

"That sounds like a great idea," she humoured him,

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"We should also dress up!" he whispered, the flirtatious version of himself completely gone now.

"Dress up?"

"Yeah!" he smiled, before taking another gulp. "I will dress up as...Captain Hook!"

"How come?"

"Um...because, because, because I once had a dream that I was him," he told her. "I like your pyjamas,"

"Thank you," she said trying not to laugh again.

"I like your smile. Your smile is beautiful, I wish I could see you smile all the time. Like always. I'll tell you a secret Emma, but you can't tell Emma, I like her smile and every time I see her I want to make her smile and I smile when I see her... I miss my shoes," he said sadly looking down at his bare feet.

"Would you like to stay here tonight?" she asked him.

"Can I?"

"Well, I don't know where else you'll go and I don't trust you leaving this flat, so of course you can."

"Yay," Killian smiled. "I shall sleep on this sofa,"

"Okay, I'll go get you your blankets, Jones,"

"No,"

"No, what?"

"It's not Killian Jones anymore. It's Captain Hook,"

"Right, of course, well Captain Hook I'm going to go get you some blankets."

"Great! Emma, are we friends?"

"We don't really know each other," she answered,

"Oh, but, I feel like we're friends," he told her with complete sincerity.

When Emma had returned with blankets Killian had fallen asleep on her sofa, so she carefully draped the blankets over him. She placed a bucket near his head, just encase because she didn't fancy waking up in the morning with puke on her floor. She smiled down at him endearingly, before taking herself off to bed.

When he woke up the next morning he felt like his head was going to explode and his whole body ached, he groaned uncomfortably as he opened his eyes. He wasn't in his apartment. Where was he? "Morning," Emma said once she saw her neighbour stirring on her sofa.

"Morning?" he said questioningly as he sat up slowly, wondering what he had got up to, to be waking in a woman's flat. As he turned his head he realised that the woman in question was Emma Swan, the sudden thought of -did he sleep with Emma Swan- popped in his head.

But he took note of that he was still wearing yesterday's clothes and was on her sofa, he sighed relieved, because if something like that were to ever happen he would want to remember it. "What am I doing in your flat?" he asked,

She handed him a glass of water and some aspirin. He took them gratefully. "You rocked up at my door at 3 in the morning, completely off your face, telling me you had lost your keys and some other stuff, I let you in and let you sleep on my sofa."

"I don't remember any of that. Wait, please don't tell me I said anything embarrassing?"

"Not at all, Jones" she assured him and then added "I mean Captain Hook" under her breath. "But you were seriously drunk,"

"Blame Will,"

"And Tink?"

"Yeah, how? I guess I must have told you last night,"

"Yeah, was it a special occasion?"

"No, just met up with my mates, it usually ends badly, that's why we don't do it often. Will, Tink and I together is a recipe for disaster,"

"Yeah I can imagine, after the state you were in last night,"

"I really am sorry, love,"

"It's fine I guess we're even now. You let me stay over at yours, now I've let you stay over at mine. I don't need to feel like I owe you one now,"

"I did also bandage you up,"

"Fine, if you never need bandaged up you'll know who to call,"

"I'm going to hold you to that Swan," he told her. He pulled the blankets around him off of himself and stood up slowly, "You don't mind if I use your bathroom do you Swan?"

"Go ahead. Do you want breakfast? Or can you not stomach anything with your hangover?"

"No, I could eat," he smiled. "Thanks."

Emma found it strange to be sitting at her dining table with someone sitting opposite her enjoying the pancakes she had made. It was very domestic. She wasn't used to domestic. If anything it made her feel uncomfortable, but this, this didn't feel uncomfortable. It was just different.

"How do you feel?" she asked him once he had finished eating,

"I feel like I'm dying," he told her,

"Yeah you don't look too hot,"

"Excuse you Swan, but you and I both know I look hot all the time. I just can't help it with these devilishly good looks,"

"Sure," she mocked him. "So what are you going to do about getting back into your flat?"

"So eager to get rid of me," he tutted sadly,

"You know what I mean,"

"I guess I'll have to call the landlord," Killian shrugged them put his hands on legs then suddenly stopped as a realisation dawned on him. "Oh no,"

"What?"

"I am such...you're going to want to kill me,"

"Why?"

"My keys are in my pocket," he said sheepishly, doing that scratching thing behind his ear.

"Seriously?"

In answer he shoved his hand into his front pocket and pulled out his keys and placed them on the table. "I must not have realised that when I was that drunk,"

"Well you hadn't realised you'd lost your shoes,"

"I lost my shoes!"

"Yeah," she nodded as she stood up and began to clean up their plates.

"Let me," Killian said as he quickly stopped her, "After all I owe you big time for this,"

"Yeah I suppose you do," Emma said mischievously. "But cleaning up the dishes will count us as even."

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