The problem with having the hots for someone and acting on it is that there are consequences.

There are always consequences. Unexpected consequences.

She can still remember him. She has erased most of her one night stands from her mind but him…

She can't forget him.

His lilting accented voice causing shivering down her spine when he whispered in her ear.

His hand travelling all over her body, finding places she didn't even know would bring her pleasure.

His scruff scratching the sensitive skin of her collarbone as he trailed kisses down her body.

His piercing blue eyes boring into hers with much more than lust.

His gentle smile as he interlaced his fingers with hers while thrusting slow and deep.

The way his lips felt as he softly kissed her at the end.

Emma didn't see this one coming. She gets a sitter for Henry, goes out to have some fun and has a wonderful one night stand with a dark haired stranger. The next day, she doesn't even have time to process the effect he had on her when a fire destroys her apartment and she moves to New York to have a fresh start.

Now here she is, two months later, looking at the two pink lines on the stick in her hand and groaning.

She can try to find him, it's the right thing to do. They never exchanged numbers but she thinks he might be the type of guy that would want to know. Even if she's in New York now and he's in Boston. Or she think he's still in Boston.

She can find him. That is what she does. She finds people for a living.

She can definitely find the dark haired stranger she slept with, even though she only has a name.

Killian Jones.

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10 months later

Emma ran to open the door of her apartment, trying to shake herself awake. She froze the moment her eyes settled on the man standing before her. He had a very weird leather outfit, but she'd recognized those blue eyes and hopeful smile anywhere.

"Swan… at last," he exhaled. He moved towards her but she raised her hand to stop him.

"How did you find me?" she asked.

He stopped in his tracks, tilting his head in confusion, "Do you know who I am? Emma, do you remember me?"

"Of course I remember the guy I picked up in a bar and had a one night stand with a year ago. I don't get around that much…" she retorted, almost huffing with indignation.

"Love, I think you have me confused with someone else," he tilted his head, squinting his eyes and twisting his mouth in a puzzled expression.

"Your Jack Sparrow wannabe outfit is weird, but you are Killian Jones, aren't you?"

His mouth was agape. "Indeed I am. I- I've been looking for you…"

Right.

"Actually, I've been looking for you for the past ten months and it seemed like you've never existed. Is Killian Jones even your real name? Where have you been?"

"I can explain…" he started but Emma cut him off.

"Not now… not - not here. Meet me at the coffee shop down the street this afternoon, at four. And for god's sake, wear normal clothing… that outfit is weirding me out." She snapped before she closed the door on his face. She needed time to process this.

Killian stood there, looking at the closed door perplexed. What did Swan remember about him?

And was that a baby crying inside her apartment?