Ch. 1

Netflix

"Netflix, Netflix…" I mumble, walking along the paved road of Storybrooke. I kick a pebble and watch as it lands in a puddle, rippling the crystal clear water. One of the lamp lights flicker and I can hear that annoying little dwarf (or elf? Eh what's the difference) shouting about who knows what from Granny's diner.

But, on a more important note…

Just what the bloody hell is Netflix?

Perhaps an adventure, maybe one of those code names that Swan always seems to use with her boy Henry. Could this be an invitation to defeat another enemy?

"I should have worn a different outfit." I mutter under my breath, looking down at my attire. Casual clothes, that's what Mary Margret had told me when I bumped into her earlier today.

But, the only outfit I have is the one that's been on my body for the last 300 or so years. So, I actually went shopping today…well that's beside the point. (Maybe I'll save that for another day.)

Looking up ahead, and noticing that I'm rather close to the royal family's home, I breathe in deeply through my nose. To be completely honest, I don't know how the heck I'm supposed to act around that family.

It's like I'll walk in, or simply just clear my darn throat, and David will find some excuse to accuse me that I'm starting a fight or betraying them. And then Mary Margret will shoot him a look, but eye me suspiciously. Henry will roll his eyes, and Emma will just stand there awkwardly giving her parents a glare to shut the heck up.

And wait; guess who's the awkward pirate trying to make an escape route in less than .5 seconds.

Woopty doo it's me.

Pulling down the sweater a bit and combing my hand through my hair, I ring the doorbell, ready for the unexpected.

The door opens slowly, to reveal a very flustered Henry who looks absolutely mortified.

"O-Oh Killian you're here, uh one sec." He says quickly, shutting the door.

I blink my eyes a few times and stare at the worn down wooden door. Was that panic in his voice? Is something going on, is everything all right in there?

Wait, more importantly…

Did I just get kicked out without even stepping foot inside the house?

And while I shove my hands (ehm hand and hook) into the pockets of my pants, I hear screaming, some bowls smashing onto the floor, and I swear there's some sort of madman laughing in there.

But, who am I to question? I just came for the Netflix.

Upon waiting for honestly what's felt like an eternity, the door finally swings open.

"Hook, come in." Emma says, an apron wrapped neatly around her waist and a spatula covered in some kind of batter lodged into her hand. Her breathing is quite heavy, as if it seems that she's been running around.

"Nice of you to finally let me in." I smirk, walking into the house earning quite a glare from the blonde. Looking around I notice Henry sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn set on the table, David is sitting on one of the stools of the kitchen along with Mary Margret feeding their son.

The minute I enter, I brace myself for some kind of a war.

"What is he doing here? I thought this was family night?" David spits out, standing from his stool and marching over to me.

There's that tension.

I simply remain calm and collected. But, family night eh?

"I didn't know I was part of the family?" I question innocently turning around to face Emma. I give her a devilish grin, every hint of amusement written across my features. She only grunts in response.

"Wasn't me who wanted you here," She shoots back, pointing a finger at the boy," Henry insisted."

Ding!

"The cookies! Move pirate." She rushes past me, almost knocking me off of my feet, and rips open the oven door. The sweet scent of cookies fills the living room almost instantly. She waves her hand above the tray, and pulls them out.

"David, honey why don't you feed him." Mary Margret insists, noticing that her husband hasn't moved an inch from me. David gives me a warning type of look and turns around to feed his child.

"Hey, Killian come over here! Let's pick a movie to watch." Henry shouts out, motioning for me to come sit next to him. I look back to the kitchen to see Swan plating the cookies and David is glaring at me, his child in his arms and bottle in his little mouth.

Yeah, I should go sit down.

"What do we have here?" I ask, taking a seat on the comfy couch next to the bubbly boy.

"Well, I'm trying to pick a movie to watch, you know something with action and adventure." He says enthusiastically, grabbing at some weird black stick and clicking the buttons on it. I eye it curiously and notice that when he clicks a certain button, the screen on the black contraptions changes.

"What is that lass?" I ask, and he only raises an eyebrow as if insulting me that I'm an idiot.

"A remote? A t.v?" He says, wiggling the remote around.

I'll just play along with it.

"Of course, my apologies. I'm just getting used to all of this…stuff." I say with a small chuckle. Sinking more comfortably into the couch, I watch as Henry flips through channels.

It's like people trapped in a box and I'm not going to lie it creeps me out.

"Scared of the television, mate?" Emma teases, taking a seat to the right of Henry and setting down a plate of sweet cookies on the table.

I only snort in defense.

"Not scared Swan, just intrigued is all." I retort and she just rolls her eyes.

I look behind the couch and notice that the blonde's parents have retreated to someplace else.

Now I can breathe without fearing that I'll get scolded for living.

"Oh! Oh! I found a movie I wanna watch!" Henry shouts out, bobbing up and down on the comfy couch. He clicks a button on the remote and it opens up a picture of a sad excuse for a pirate.

"Pirates of the Caribbean, I figure since you're a pirate you'd maybe want to watch this?" Henry asks, and I furrow my brow at the picture of the man displayed on the screen.

I already hate him, but I'll let the boy watch the movie. Besides, he looks so happy and he doesn't know it, but his mother is giving me such a look that if I don't agree she'll kick me where it hurts and leave me to die.

"I'd love to." I say, giving the lad a smile and he happily presses the "play" button.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Swan giving me a satisfied look.

The movie begins.

45 minutes in.

"I'll be right back." Henry states, leaving his position from the couch and heading to the bathroom.

Upon his absence I waste no time to talk to the beauty seated to my right.

"Do you like this movie?" I ask, honestly curious as to what she has to say.

She only shrugs and tosses a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

"Oh come on love, don't ignore me it is family night." I tease, a playful smirk forming on my lips.

"You're not family." She says sternly, folding her arms over her chest and giving me one of those glares she really only preserves for me.

"I suppose you're right…so then why am I here?" I question, and it clearly throws her off guard. Her eyebrows wiggle in frustration, and she turns her body around to scold me.

Yay, me.

"You're here because Henry wanted you to come." She says, and I swear even if it's dark in the room there's a little bit of heat crawling up onto those pale cheeks of hers.

"And that's all?" I ask, trying my best to pry her hidden reasons from her.

She shifts uncomfortably on the couch and tucks a loose strand of her blonde hair neatly behind her ear.

She opens her mouth to speak, and just when she's about too Henry hops over the couch and kicks me right in the head. His socks bounce off my skull as I gracefully bounce off the couch. My head thuds on the large wooden table and I groan in discomfort.

Then something warm oozes from my scalp, and things begin to look tipsy.

"Killian!" Voices shout around me, worried and filled with panic. Henry rushes to the phone and Emma grabs my head in her soft hands. Her emerald orbs are filled with concern and she brushes my cheek with her finger.

"You're going to be okay, don't worry." She says, her voice comforting.

Henry runs back into the living room with towels and mutters something to his mother that I can't quite understand due to my blaring headache.

Cutting off the lovely conversation, I mutter almost inaudibly with a lazy grin on my face,

"I don't remember drinking any rum."

Emma shoots me a look and Henry pales.

How I wish I had a glass.

xXx

AN: Please leave a review, I was bored and kind of inspired to write this. I'm going to make this my drabble fic, 'cause why nooooot! I love these two, gah Killian is so good looking it hurts!