I am doing a Sunday Funday prompt thing for the OUaT hiatus with my friend Gabs, this one came up and instantly my followers demanded a continuation, posting it here for reasons. Hope you like it xoxo

Emma first met Killian Jones her first moments in Storybrooke. She had driven several awkward hours with her-she could barely even believe it-her son, to a small town in Maine that looked like it'd been spit out of some fanciful novel of some kind. The kid refused to tell her who his parents were, and where he lived. In frustration she'd climbed out of her bug, slamming the door behind her, the sound echoing loudly as sparks flew from the street lamp above, the wind whipping at her hair.

"Can I help you?" an accented voice asked her, making her turn away from her bug.

A man stood across the way from her, dressed in a fine pressed suite jacket and slacks, a tie haphazardly tied at his collar. He was handsome, that was sure, handsome in a devil-may-care way that oozed charm and confidence.

"I don't suppose anyone around here is missing a kid?" she asked, as she shuffled her weight anxiously.

"You're her," he said, blue eyes clouding with understanding and worry.

"Oh, god, does he have everyone in this town believing I'm some kind of Savior?" Emma asked as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"What? No, you're his-I mean, you must be Henry's … his birth mother," he looked flustered. "He found you-is he with you?"

Emma eyed the man as if he were crazy. "The kid's fine. Who the hell are you?"

The man stopped, chuckling nervously as he raked a hand through his midnight black hair. "I'm sorry, I'm Killian Jones, his father."

Emma blinked at him. This was Captain Hook? The kid had told her all about his adoptive parents-the Evil Queen from Snow White and Captain Hook from Peter Pan. Emma had figured the kid had read too much Disney fan fiction or something. Her theory seemed more accurate as she looked at the man in front of her. He was so … un-Captain Hook. Plus, she noted he had both of his hands.

"Oh, um. Okay. Um, Henry?" Emma tapped the window, but the kid was dead asleep. "He's ah, he's out. Um, do you wanna-?"

"No, no, I have my car, just follow me. I'm going to phone ahead and tell his mother and the sheriff we have him. She's been going crazy since we discovered he was gone."

Emma nodded as she climbed into her bug, watching as Killian climbed into a sleek black car and started off down the street. This was going to be interesting for sure.

"Henry!"

Emma watched as a beautiful dark haired woman raced from the doors of a ritzy manor house, a handsome man with reddish brown hair following after her. Emma stood like a statue as Henry walked up towards the woman, meeting her worried gaze with one of cold trepidation.

"Why did you run away?" she asked as she held him close.

"I found my real mom!"

Emma winced at the knife sharp accusation the words made as Henry raced out of sight. Killian sighed and moved past Emma, looking from her to the woman.

"I'll check on him, Graham? Come with me?"

The other man nodded and they set off into the house.

"His real-you?" she asked as she eyed Emma up and down, her dark gaze had a way of making Emma feel as though she was dressed in rags rather than her red leather jacket and jeans.

"Hey." she said with a helpless shrug.

Killian watched from upstairs as Emma Swan left with Graham. As he watched him, a strange feeling started up in his chest again. What was it about her that made Killian feel empty? Like he was missing something for so long and he had finally found it, but couldn't reach it? It was like being woken from a long sleep. The moment he'd seen her climb out of her little yellow bug, Killian had felt as though it was his very first moment of truly living.

"She's leaving," Regina whispered into his shoulder as her arms twined around his chest, pressing her body against his. "I think I explained the situation plainly enough. I don't think we will see Emma Swan ever again."

The thought of never seeing her again sent a dark, burning pain through Killian's chest. But he didn't let it show on his face, he clutched Regina's hand in his, dropping a mechanical kiss to her knuckles.

"Of course."

But Emma didn't leave. Instead she spent the night in the Storybrooke jail. The next thing she knew she was palling around with Henry, really getting to know the kid. When he smiled, Emma saw Neal, and that hurt but it was also heartwarming to think that this person was hers', even though he wasn't. He was Regina and Killian's according to the law.

In the weeks that passed, Emma's encounters with Regina were less than warm and the other woman's character was just mean. Emma could almost believe she was some kind of Evil Queen. What she didn't understand was Killian. He was … sweet. Charming and a terrible flirt, he teased and chatted with most of the women in town but his devotion to his wife went unchecked. Not that any of the women in Storybrooke had the guts to touch the all mighty mayor's husband.

Unlike Regina, Killian was well liked by the town's citizens. While Regina was feared, Killian was respected and looked up to, just the right offset for the prickly mayor. On the day Graham offered her the deputy's position she'd run into Killian as she was exiting the dinner.

"Oh, hey, Killian." she said, as she paused in the door way.

He turned towards her and smiled, his expression shifting. "Good day, Swan. Having a nice one?"

"Granny's cocoa can make just about any day good," Emma said as she held up her covered cup.

"Henry loves cocoa, especially with-"

"-cinnamon? Yeah, that's kinda from me. Sorry," Emma chuckled.

Killian stared at her for a moment. "He's a lot like you, you know. I've noticed it more and more since you came here. He has your smile."

Emma's smile slipped away as she looked at him. "No. He … he has more of his father than me."

Killian noted the flash of hurt that appeared in her eyes at the mention of the man. Killian suddenly wanted to track down the man who'd hurt her and make him pay. Before he could say anything, Emma was rushing away, disappearing down the street.

"How could you do this?" Emma asked Graham, as he adjusted his shirt. "She's married! To your best friend for crap's sake!"

She'd been on patrol, heading home to Mary Margaret's when she had seen a man climb out of a window of Regina and Killian's mansion. It'd turned out not to be a burglar, but a half-naked Graham. When what she was seeing clicked together in Emma's mind she was angry and disgusted. Angry at Graham, disgusted that Regina would do this to Killian, disgusted that Graham would do such a thing.

"Emma! Emma wait, please. Don't tell Killian, or Henry please. This-with Regina, it's complicated."

Emma glared at him before she shook her head. "Whatever."

Emma was avoiding him, Killian decided as he watched her make a wide beeline away from him the moment she had glanced up from her phone and seen him coming. It'd been like that for a week. She hadn't so much as looked at him or spoken so much as a 'hi' to him.

And he hated it. Killian loathed not speaking to her, he missed the sound of her voice, the smell of her shampoo when she got close enough to him. He was going crazy, Killian thought. He couldn't stomach Regina's touch anymore, couldn't respond the way he knew he was supposed to. Regina was his wife, Killian knew he was supposed to love her. But when he looked at her, and what he felt when she touched him … it didn't hold a candle to the inferno a simple word from Emma could do.

Cursing, Killian set off after her, only to have Graham intervene, snagging her arm, pulling her towards him. Graham looked like absolute shit. The two were arguing, Emma was shaking her head at him, and Graham looked as though he was pleading with her. When Graham reached out and kissed Emma, it felt as though someone had punched him in the gut. Killian staggered back, his heart lagging in his chest.

As Emma shoved Graham away, and ran from him, Killian found himself charging towards Graham, his left hand striking out and slamming hard into his face. Graham hit the ground, cursing wildly. When he looked up and saw Killian he froze.

"Killian … mate, wait. I-I'm sorry."

Killian shook his head as he reared back, ready to strike again.

"Regina and I … we never meant to hurt you and Henry."

Killian froze, staring Graham he moved away slowly, his hand dropping to his side.

Regina.

Killian found himself at Emma and Mary Margaret's loft, his chest an aching cavity, all anger and hurt washed from him. When Emma opened the door in a black tank top, her hair falling out of a messy pony tail, Killian was struck by that sensation of just feeling again and it was so powerful it almost brought him to his knees.

"Killian? What are you doing here? Your hand," she exclaimed as she reached out, her hand touching his and that was it.

Killian pulled her towards him, kissing her like a starving man devoured a feast. And he was starving, he was starved for love and warmth and he hadn't known it til Emma appeared. She kissed him back, her mouth meeting his, her response equally strong. He moved them against the door, pinning her there. Their tongues met, teeth nipped and their hands moved with a mind of their own. When Killian finally broke away, they were both dizzy and bated for breath. He pressed his forehead against hers' as Emma licked her lips, as though she were savoring the feel of his mouth there.

"I'm crazy. I'm sorry … ever since you came to town I've wanted to do that."

"That …that was wrong-"

"I know, I know," Killian breathed as he kissed her softly on the lips. "I know about Graham. I just … I don't know what the bloody hell I'm doing."

"You-you should go to Regina," Emma whispered.

"It's never been like this with her. Never. This … this is a fire and what Regina and I are is barely a spark. I don't love her, I think I never did. When you came to town Emma … it was like waking up after a long sleep. You opened my eyes. I love you."

Emma looked at him with tear filled eyes. Love wasn't real. It was a lie. People didn't care about her, she tried to remember all her past encounters of love, of the pain they had come with, but as she looked at Killian, the past didn't seem that important.

"I …"

Killian cried out as his heart squeezed in his chest, sending him to the ground, taking Emma with him.

"Killian?! Killian?! Killian … no! No! Help!"

Killian couldn't breathe, he was dying.

"Killian … Killian no … I-I love you! Don't leave me," Emma cursed as her tears streamed down her face and she dropped to his chest, her lips accidentally brushing against his chest.

Killian gasped as his heart gave a mighty thump, the pain ebbing. He blinked against the dancing darkness, a heavy breath shuddering past his lips.

All over again, it was like waking up from a dream. This life faded and he remembered who he was. Captain Hook, Lieutenant Jones. His brother, his Milah, the dark one, the evil queen, Cora-and at last Emma. He looked at her with an unfathomable awe. Reaching out, he touched her face with his left hand, the feeling incredibly new to him.

"I remember," he breathed.

From her vault, Regina cursed. The heart in her hands couldn't be crushed. Why? It beat with a new vigor, shining a brighter red than Regina had ever seen in all her life. Regina's lip curled into a sneer. She didn't know how, but she knew Miss Swan was the blame. That woman … first she had tried taking Henry from her, then Graham and now Killian. She wasn't going to stand for it.

This was far from over

So that's what i have so far. Part two should be up soon. Sincerely hope you all liked as much as my bunch on tumblr did. Thank you for reading, and see ya soon!