Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own OUAT or else Killian and Emma would be making babies and Killian would never feel anything but love and happiness


"Killian will you just come back to bed? Emma's a big girl, she can handle herself." Milah growled in irritation as Killian simply continued to ignore her. Flopping back onto the bed she glared daggers at the ceiling and cursed Emma. Since six AM Killian had been calling Emma, Robin and Mary Margaret.

"Bloody hell why does no one answer their sodding phone?!"

"Maybe because it's six in the morning on a Sunday?"

"Love how can you be so calm? She's your cousin and you aren't even worried she went home with a bloody stranger."

"Killian really? Really? She's twenty-fucking-seven, a grown woman that can do what she wants. Lord knows how many partners you and I have brought home." He opened his mouth to protest but Milah's glare cut him short. "Don't you dare try and say you didn't bring random women home. Emma will call when she can. Why do you even care so much?"

Killian opened his mouth, snapping it shut when no words came out.

"Just come back to bed." Milah sighed, patting the bed, her eyes shining with impatience. Killian looked torn, glancing to the door and then the bed and then back to the door.

"You get some sleep love. I'm going to go to Emma's apartment." He muttered as he grabbed his coat and walked out of their room.

"Killian Jones she's fine" Milah screeched being the last thing he heard before the front door closed.


"Won't you come here? You know the way, it's the one you made. Built it in the sky, all that's in your eye."

Emma opened her eyes slowly, letting out a groan before snuggling into the pillow, tugging the blankets to her neck and curling into a ball.

"Mm that sounds pretty." She murmured, closing her eyes and listening to the music.

"Now, not the same. Watch it tumble down, falling all around. Can you stand watching it undo all that's made of you?

"Wait." Her eyes shot open and she looked around the room. "That's not the radio and this isn't my room."

"Oh god oh god Emma you idiot" She hissed at herself, throwing the covers off her and scrambling off the bed. "Shit." She looked down and saw she was just in a man's dress shirt.

"Oh gods." She moaned, dragging her hands down her face before bringing them up and rubbing her temples. "Think Emma, what happened last night." She remembered going to the bar, seeing Milah and Killian all over each other, and then – oh god Eric. She had to be with him.

Oh gods. Did she sleep with him?

'Alright it's ok. It's perfectly fine. It's just a one night stand.'

Sucking her bottom lip, she tugged her – his? Yeah probably his, at least she hoped – shirt and looked at the door. Walking to the door slowly, she opened it quietly and peeked down. His bedroom seemed to be on a balcony part, overlooking the living room filled with beige colored furniture and a flat screen TV, to the left of the door were the stairs down. She sauntered down the stairs, observing everything finding out she was pretty in love with his house. Everything was organized and clean, nothing out of place and he colors went well together.

The sounds of a pan being placed caught her attention. She walked towards the sound, peeking around a corner to see Eric – Thank god it was him and not some other random stranger – placing the pan in the sink. She couldn't help but think how cute he looked in his pajama bottoms and tank top.

"You can stay where you are, I will wake you. I will wake you in the morning."'

Leaning her head against the wall, she closed her eyes and smiled at the sound of his voice.

"You can stay where you are, so don't you worry. Don't you worry, keep on sleeping"

"I think I needed to be up eventually." She hummed, giggling when he jumped and almost dropped silverware he was washing.

"Emma. I didn't know you were awake." He laughed, drying his hands off with a rag and walking towards her.

"Well I was but then I heard this singing-" She trailed off, giving him a tiny smirk causing him to blush and duck his head.

"I'm terribly sorry. I hope I didn't wake you."

"It's alright. You have a beautiful voice. It was - actually really nice to wake up to. Certainly beat a hangover…which I don't know how I don't have considering the amount I drank last night." She tucked her hair behind her ear sheepishly. "Uh—I actually don't remember most of last night. Did-did we uh.." She gestured to them both with her hand, a pink tint dusting her cheeks.

His head tilted, his eyebrows furrowed as he gave her a confused look before he got it and waved his hands. "Oh NO." His face was as red as a cherry. "We didn't do anything like that."

Emma sighed in a relief, although if she was being perfectly honest she was a little disappointed.

Eric coughed and gestured to the table. "I made us some breakfast. Hope you like French toast and bacon."

"Who doesn't love bacon?" Emma laughed as she moved to the table, Eric striding to her chair and pulling it out for her.

"Ah a gentleman, you don't see those very often."

"I grew up with just my mom, so I was brought up to respect women and treat them like they are queens." He smiled, pushing her chair in before making his way to his. Reaching out she placed her hand on his and gave him a comforting squeeze.

"I'm alright with it. I hold no grudges towards my father, but enough of this. Let's eat yeah?"

Emma nodded her head and grabbed her fork. As soon as a piece of French toast touched her tongue she moaned and closed her eyes. "Oh my gosh Eric this is so good."

"I'm glad my cooking skills are satisfactory to you." He chuckled and gestured to her drink. "I hope your beverage is to your standards as well."

Emma glanced down at her teal mug, looking at the whip cream with cinnamon? Picking it up, she brought it to her lips and took a sip. "Hot chocolate with whip cream and cinnamon? How did you-" She started but he interrupted her.

"You told me last night. Speaking of last night, how's your head doing?"

"Actually fine, a slight ache but nothing too major."

"That's good." He nodded his head. "I gave you some of my mom's special 'reverse hangover' drink last night. You….you drank quite a lot."

"Sorry about that." Emma cringed, stuffing a piece of bacon in her mouth.

"It's fine, perfectly understandable. I too face problems with hot sex-on-legs blue eyed asshole Irish men from time to time." He teased, a panicked look crossing his face when she choked on her food. He started to get up, but she held her hand up and waved him off, taking a gulp of her hot chocolate.

"Can I ask what happened last night?" She croaked out between coughs.

"Nothing bad I assure you Emma. I took care of you last night." He smiled at her and ducked his head. "We just went to another bar and I must say you practically ordered half the bar's liquor. I've never seen a woman drink that much before." He leaned back in his chair and laughed at the blush she was sporting.

"Around three in the morning you decided to call it a night – oh by the way your phone is in my living room – I hope you don't mind but—"He scratched behind his ear. "I took it from you last night because you wanted to call that Killian fellow and I knew you would regret it in the morning."

Emma's breath caught and she shot a quick panicked look at him that quickly faded into relief at the end of his sentence. She brought her hand to her heart that was beating like a hummingbirds wings. Oh gods she almost called Killian and to tell him what? She loved him? That her cousin was well aware of her feelings and still took him? That Milah didn't deserve him and she did?

"Well I'm glad I did the right thing judging by the emotions on your face" Eric murmured quietly, eyes trained on her full of concern. Her eyes shot to him and she nodded her head, a little baffled as to why a man she just met last night could care for her so much. It hadn't even been twenty four hours for Christ sake. Maybe he was just one of those few people you find in the world that are sincerely kind.

"Around three you decided it was time to go home" he continued as he picked at his food. "But instead of telling me your address, you told me Killian's." He frowned at her groan but kept going. "You said you were going to give Milah a piece of your mind before you got out of the car fortunately so I had time to lock you in. I asked you for your address but you refused to tell me, saying you didn't want to go home. I considered calling your friends, but you started to—"He stopped taking a deep breath, and looked at her worriedly. "You started to cry and asked if you could just go home with me. I called your friend's Mart Margaret and David to let them know where you were. I gave them my address and name."

Emma swallowed thickly and blinked back the tears. God she felt pathetic. Crying in front of a stranger and spilled her life story?

"You aren't pathetic." He stated firmly. "I know by the look on your face you're thinking that and you're not. It's not wrong to let things out. Sometimes it's good to vent to a stranger and I'm not judging you Emma. You're human."

Her lip trembled while her gaze focused on her plate. God she was so tired of feeling like this. Pathetic. Lonely. Sad. Miserable. Having to have walls that rival the Empire State Building.

"I let you take the bed and I slept on my couch just in case if you were wondering." He commented quietly, watching her with understanding eyes. Clearing her throat, her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

"I'm sorry about all of this. I normally don't do this." She gestured between them. "This spilling my life story and staying the night at a stranger's house."

"Well I'm glad you chose me to be that exception Emma." He laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood. He frowned when she smiled but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Alright!" He cried out, clapping his hands together and startling Emma. "Emma Swan I'm going to help you. You're in a bad patch right now and I'm going to make it my life mission to get you out of it." She opened her mouth to protest so he hurried on. "I wont take no for no answer. You feel comfortable with me, you told me yourself last night. Drunken words are sober thoughts you know. Why do you think you haven't completely freaked out about all this? You don't even realize your walls are down around me."

Emma stared at him with wide eyes. He was right. All she had worried about was whether or not she slept with him, (and even then that didn't bug her too much) embarrassed about her Killian episodes last night and of how pathetic she looked in front of him, but that was it. She hadn't even panicked about what she shared with him.

"I once had a friend that told me a code he always followed by, he had two really, but the one that I always go by is 'A man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he get's.' I'm going to help you get Killian Emma. I'm going to help you become happy. What do you say Emma?"

Emma stared at him astonished. Inside she was laughing because this man, this random man she spent one night with was making her feel better, he was getting her pumped and motivated and he used Killian's motto. This man was like an angel. That was the only explanation she could come up with. She felt comfortable around him and she wasn't going to pass this chance up. It was time she took a stand. Looking at Eric's smiling face, she responded with fierce and determined eyes.

"Let's do it."


Ah not quite happy with this chapter but honestly when am I ever really happy with my chapters? I think for every single one I feel like I rushed everything. Sorry for this rather late update and I know Emma is a bit OOC. I wanted her to find a friend in a stranger in this story. Next chapter we're gonna have lots and lots of jealous Killian and no more sad Emma! She's gonna fight for her man, which I'm super excited for.

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