A/N: I'm sorry for how long this took. Life got a wee bit crazy. Thanks ever so to my beta ultraluckycatnd.

CHAPTER THREE

The first day on a new set was always nerve wracking. What if Emma didn't get along with the people? What if she screwed up the role? This set seemed especially nerve wracking for some reason. Emma looked around, hoping she could find a friendly face. She thought maybe starting with the PAs would be a good idea. You would think that she would have gotten over her nerves through the years, but she was still as anxious on the first day on a new set as she was the first time she ever acted.

'Just hang out by the food, and you'll be fine until someone calls you onto set,' Emma told herself.

"Hello, love," a voice came from behind her. Accent? Smooth, charming tone? Must be...

"Killian Jones," she said turning around.

"Ah, so you've heard of me."

"Apparently everyone has." Maybe she should have pretended she still didn't know who he was.

"Apparently?" The way he raised his eyebrow when he asked the question was sinful. Damn.

"You walk around expecting everyone to know who you are, don't you?"

"No, I don't expect it. But it seems to happen anyways." He gives her a pointed look before continuing. "You, however; you're something of an open book. You're both afraid of the fame and crave it. Someone left you, didn't they?" He didn't actually need her to answer that question. "Now you're afraid to show yourself so you hide behind the character you played, hoping that no one will question the actress behind the bail bondsperson. But now your days of hiding are over. The show's done and thanks to your co-star's death, all eyes are on you."

Emma was stunned. "Why would you think that?"

Killian smirked. "Like I said, open book."

"How would you know that?"

"You're not the only one who hides, Swan."

"Clearly you looked me up. I'm impressed," Emma said wryly.

"Like you looked me up?"

He had her there.

"Are you two going to flirt all day, or can we start now?" Gold said, coming up behind them.

Both quietly followed, but Emma knew this conversation wasn't done yet.

~O.o.O.o.O~

It was damn cold outside. Emma wished she could bundle up more, but here she was with only a thin jacket over her t-shirt. At least Killian could stay warm under all the leather he was wearing— leather that he looked far too good wearing. They were standing outside a lake in the middle of winter. Sure, there might not be snow, but that didn't mean the air wasn't still frigid.

The scene they were filming today was a sword fight. No better way to start off an action movie than with a good old fight scene. Killian's character was fighting with Emma's over a compass that would get her home.

The two were supposed to be sword fighting, but it wasn't going well. Luckily they wouldn't actually be filming this scene until after they both had sword fighting lessons. Killian was already a natural with a sword. Emma, though? Not so much. She kept fumbling with it and looked more than a little awkward.

"Can't handle a sword, Swan?" Killian asked with another eyebrow raise. He seriously needed to stop doing that.

"I can handle a sword just fine," she said back, flirtier than she intended. Maybe giving back as good as she got wasn't a bad thing. Show him he wasn't going to get to her.

"You're too tense, love," he told her. How exactly was she supposed to be less tense right now? "Just relax a little. You need to loosen up and let the sword become an extension of your arm. You aren't holding the weapon; you are the weapon."

Emma didn't want to listen to him, but he seemed know what he was talking about. She tried to pretend the sword was an extension of her arm and used gentler, subtle movements.

"There you go," he encouraged. "You're starting to get it now."

She smiled, unable to help herself. They weren't even supposed to be doing the chorography right now, just running the lines, but she couldn't help but be proud of herself for getting it.

"Do you want to try it with the lines now, love?"

She nodded and got back into position. He jabbed towards her and she fell to the ground. Killian sneered at her, the man no longer recognizable behind the character he's playing. "Normally, I prefer to do other more enjoyable activities with a woman on her back. With my life on the line, you've left me no other choice. A bit of advice? When I jab you with my sword, you'll feel it."

Emma shivered. She knew he was playing a character but he was already getting to her. This was only the first scene they were doing together; if it kept going like this, she'd be screwed.

"What are you guys doing?" Gold demanded, heading towards them.

"Practicing the scene," Emma explained. "Isn't that what you told us to do?"

"I meant run lines, not try to kill each other with swords!"

"I think we were doing a fine job," Killian said. "I know what I'm doing."

"You keep thinking that, dearie," Gold said coldly. Emma had no idea what was going on but clearly Killian had some sort of history with Gold.

"I will," Killian seethed back.

"If you're not careful someone is going to get hurt."

"Is that a threat?"

"I'm just here to make a movie," Gold said darkly. "What you do is your choice."

"I'm impressed that you know the meaning of that word," Killian retorted.

"Watch it, Jones." With one last glare, Gold stormed off, muttering something about getting ready for the next scene.

Once he was gone, Emma turned to Killian. "What the hell was that?" she snapped.

"Nothing," Killian lied. "I just don't like him."

Emma gave him a pointed look. He ignored it. Clearly he wasn't going to elaborate. "Fine!" she huffed. "Keep your secrets. I don't care! Just don't screw up this movie for me."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Don't think I'm taking my eyes off you for a second."

"I would despair if you did."