his happens after a week of trying to convince Emma who she really is. Hook stays and sits all day and night by the elevator.

Emma doesn't know the reason as to why this strange man who claimed his name is Killian, still follows her around or why he tried to kiss her just last week. He lingers just outside the elevator, begging to be listened to, however not long enough until she shuts the elevator door. Usually when a guy is kneed, it's a sign that they should clearly back off and Emma knows that any normal person would. However, she can't shake the feeling that she should know why he's not staying away. After the brief kiss, she's been having dreams. Little flashes that she can't make out, and his face was all over it. It frustrates her and she doesn't like frustration. She owes it to herself to find out and so she opens the door.

"Listen buddy, you got 5 minutes to explain all of this, so get up and follow me." Emma commands as he stands up with the stupid grin on his face. He follows her and as they enter the elevator, his brows furrow, with a hint of panic on his face.

"What's wrong with you?" Emma asks.

"I've never been in this box of transportation, what is this exactly, where are we going?"

She can't help but laugh, "You are something else aren't you? It's an elevator and we're going downstairs. It's a good act I have to say with the all leather and accessories, pass down Broadway Avenue and they'll give you a job straight away".

Killian wants to question her but keeps quiet. He was giddy with excitement to be inches away, after a long year of longing she is physically here with him. No one is going to take her away, not Pan, not the crocodile, not the fog, no one. Not like in his dreams. He wants to tell her that he'll bring her home and everything is going to fine. He wants her to know how hard it was for him to let her go. But he knows he must not. Even though it feels impossible not to hold her he keeps his hands to himself with anticipation.

From the corner of her eye, she admires his little details all to the way from his disheveled dark hair to the strong lines of his jaw, a pretty handsome man. Those eyes, she had memories of but that's impossible, that would mean he met her somewhere. And those lips.. Emma feels a slight shiver. She shakes her head and tells herself to focus. The door rings open and they walk out.

He still follows her wordlessly, all to the way to the nearby park. Emma thinks that if they talk here no one is going to watch. But who is she kidding, he is wearing a pirates' outfit. But the again this is New York.

"So talk, 5 minutes", Emma said sternly.

"There was a curse and the Queen counteracted it with her own curse she activated before to create Storybrooke and now they are-"

"Stop! This, what you are telling me right now is crazy. What are you talking about?" She asks, getting just a bit impatient.

"Your parents-"

"My parents? My parents are dead, car accident, and people found me when I was a baby at the nearby site. Why am I telling you this- talk, explain! Explain in a way that I can understand."

"Well, I am trying." He insists, remembering that she is not a typical dame. He has to be patient.

"Look, I have this thing, call it a gift, intuition, whatever. But I can tell when someone is lying to me. So, convince me." With that, Killian smiles ever so slightly. She is still the same, he thought.

"Okay Swan. I have no way in telling you what had happen or convince you of anything if you don't believe. But I know I would move heavens and Earth to make you believe me. I would do anything." Now she is confused. Why would he think like that? She is even angrier now because all she wants is a perfectly reasonable answer and not a sappy reply. "Look I know that this doesn't make any sense for you, and you are angry and confused because you don't understand but sometimes you have to believe in the craziest for anything to make sense."

His eyes are so sincere and even though she wants to, Emma doesn't see the slightest hint of lie. This crazy man is winning her over and she doesn't like it. "Why would you say things like that? Why would you do that? I don't know you and you clearly don't know me!" she says with clarity pronouncing every syllables on the last part. She sees a faded emotion on his face. Hurt?

"I know you more than you think", Killian smiles lightly.

"Well if you would be kind enough to elaborate."

His eyes grow softer and continues," You're Emma Swan, the saviour. The daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, which makes you the product of true love. And we-"

"Stop, you know that everything you told me does not make any sense right? Those two you mentioned are fairy tales characters. Tell me something I can understand.", she demands.

"Let me finish, I also know that with your every waking moment, you have never felt like you truly belong. That there's always that tinge feeling of abandonment and you don't know why. A lost girl trying to find her way home. And all I want to do, Emma, is bring you home. There is also something else you need to know about yourself , that you're my hope and that's how much I know you."

With every little words coming out of his mouth she can't sense his lie. Instead, she wants to collapse and cry. What is wrong with me? She wants to scream at him for telling her that she is all those things. Lost girl, please. But she ends up staring at him. Suddenly this crazy man is not so crazy anymore. Somehow, she wants to run into his arms because those things he said were right.

Killian inched forward, "Emma look at me, have I told you a lie?". Again with the shiver, stop it Emma! "We climbed a giant beanstalk together, fought a giant to get a compass. Fought against Pan and you lost your memory in the process. Emma.." Killian steps forward and cups her face in his hands. She knows she should step away but she doesn't because for a short time, it feels right. She feels the comfort from all those things he said and suddenly she starts tearing.

"This is crazy, this is the real world. Those things can't happen but yet you're not lying. It can't-it doesn't. I..I need time because it can't possibly- but you're not lying? I need time.." Confusion and anger mixes in.

"As you wish", Emma feels the shiver again but this time oh-so familiar. I know this man. With all the courage she has, she closes her eyes and presses her lips against his.

At the instant their lips touch, she feels the air rushing out of her body and she opens her eyes in shock with all her memories rushing in. Like flashbacks, really fast. She pulls out of the kiss. His hands still cupping her face, so endearingly.

With a voice full of worry he asks, "What-" She puts one finger to his lips and looks him straight in his eyes.

She grins from ear-to-ear with tears in her eyes and says, "Hook!". The realisation on his part is priceless.

"You-you remember me? You said Hook, right?"

She cups his face in her hands, "You found me, Hook".

With his longing he puts his arms around her and she, him. I did it. He sighed in content taking in the scent of her hair, the warmth of her body and above all the realisation of his true love.