Point of Interest: Ariel has a Scottish accent, Victor has an Irish accent, and Ruby has an American. I don't think I clarified before, so I am now. And sorry not sorry for spoiling about Ariel.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even Pongo.

6 Months Later

Killian was with Ruby and Victor at the Lucky Unicorn. They were (meaning Ruby) trying to convince Killian to go out a date. A pretty red head named Ariel was the lass she was trying to set him up with.

"This is ridiculous. I don't want to go on a date. I don't need to go a date. Let it go," he urged Ruby, who just glared at him from across the table.

"Look, Killian, Ariel has been through a lot and I think you guys will be able to hit it off, alright? Her boyfriend is lost at sea and you lost Milah. You guys can connect." Victor put an arm around Ruby's shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"Exactly. That's probably the worst way to start a conversation, let alone a relationship. 'Hey, guess what? The love of my life is dead and the love of yours is presumed dead! What a coincidence! Let's get married!'" Victor snorted and Ruby elbowed him in the side. He winced and rubbed it with his free hand.

"Fine. Don't go on a date with her. Don't talk connect with anyone on a personal level. Whatever," she responded.

They sat there awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with each other. Victor was about to make a spitball from what Killian could see out of the corner of his eye, but he wasn't able to find out because Ruby kicked him in the shin. "Look, Ariel's here!"

"Hey, Ariel, come join us!" she called to the red head.

"Oh, um, sure!" she answered, walking slowly and glancing around the room. Killian knew that look. It was the 'oh, dear god, please let something catch on fire and save me from anything awkward' look. He was an expert at that look.

"Do you mind?" Ariel asked him when she made it to the booth, gesturing to the empty place next to him.

"Nope," he said, popping the p and scooting over a little to be polite.

"Ariel," she said, offering her hand.

"Killian," he answered and shook her hand with his good one.

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

Ruby cleared her throat and looked at Victor. "We have that… thing soon, remember?" Victor looked confused for a second, then a flash of pain shot across his face.

"Oh, yeah, the thing," he grunted.

"Sorry, we're gonna have to dash! Buh-bye," Ruby said, definitely looking anything but sorry. She stood up and pulled Victor out of the booth. He was limping slightly behind her and she was practically dragging him away.

"Are you the Killian that Ruby was trying to set me up with?" Ariel asked Killian, eyes following the couple exiting the pub.

"Depends. Are you the Ariel she was setting me up with?" he asked her. She turned to face him. "I guess so," she answered. "Do you mind if go sit on the other side?"

"Be my guest," he said pointing to the opposite side with his hook. He saw her take notice of it but she didn't mention it until she was sitting across from him.

"Nice hook," she said awkwardly.

"Thanks, I traded my hand for it." They both winced at the attempt at a joke.

"Ruby said you had a weird sense of humor," she said.

"Ruby says a lot of things," he muttered.

"Oh really? Like what?" she asked, sounding genuinely interested.

"A while ago she tried telling a guest at the inn that I was a bad influence. Or something."

"Why? Was it a girl? Was she interested in you? What happened?" Ariel's eyes were wide and she was leaning towards Killian.

"Her name was Emma."

"Aaand did you like this… Emma?"

"Yes."

"Sooooo… tell me all about it!"

"I'd really rather not."

"Oh, please! I need a good story."

"Fine." And he told her of the dalliance he had with the swan.

By the end of the tale (which didn't come as quickly as he had hoped, Ariel loved asking questions), Ariel was dead set on the craziest idea he had ever heard (including the time a drunk Victor had tried to pay him to climb to the tallest building on their block, with nothing but his hook and a knife).

"You are going to New York!" she told him firmly.

"No- this is insane- no!" he answered.

"You have to! What you just told me sounds like a fricking Nicholas Sparks novel. I will drag you onto a plane myself!"

"I don't even know if she's still there! Or where she stayed in the first place! Or her number!" Ariel reached over and whacked his head.

"You were smitten with this girl and you didn't even get her number? What is wrong with- you are sooo going to New York."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are." Ariel pulled out her phone and dialed a number. Killian sighed and ran his hand through his hair. How the hell did his life get so crazy he wondered.

"Heyyy, Rubbyyy!" Ariel said, rather drunkenly into the phone. "Pssssh, nooo, I'm not druunk," she slurred. "But Killian is! And he… can't remember... where he lives. He's that wasted!" she giggled. "Sooooo, can you tell me… his address? We need… a cab." She scribble it down on a napkin.

Ariel slid out of the booth. "You can stay here and mope. Or you can come with me. I'm packing a bag for you so you can go to New York. Yes, this is an invasion of your privacy and frankly just weird. No, I couldn't care less. So, are you staying or going?" Killian sighed and stood up.

"How would you even get in my apartment?"

"I watch TV," she said, as if stating the obvious. "Come on." She practically ran out of the pub. Killian had to jog to keep up.

Hey, guys! I had a snow day today (and I have one tomorrow! YAY) so this came sooner than expected, but I figured there'd be no complaints.

I actually fiddle around with several ideas, but this one seemed like the best way to start tying it up. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Review ;) or not :( but please review :)