Written in ten minutes at 3 am. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

You'd think after two years, Emma's parents would get the hint.

Emma lived with them. She came home at the same time every day from work, yet somehow she seemed to catch them in the act of certain activities four times this week. That one time a few years ago with Henry was more than enough.

Emma decided that the only way to get them to stop was to get them back with the help of a certain pirate.

When her parents took Neal to the park for a picnic that Saturday afternoon with a promise to be back home at 3:00, Emma invited Killian over to the loft with a plan in mind.

They spent the first few hours watching Netflix but as three o'clock approached, Emma explained her plan. Killian was very happy to help.

Emma knew that when her parents came home to find an adjacent living room, they'd look in her room. There they would find a shirtless Killian Jones and Emma in a thin tank top, making out. It was a cruel plan, but after all the trauma they'd caused her in the past week, they deserved it.

After ten minutes of waiting upstairs in Emma's bed, they heard the door open downstairs.

"Emma?" Her mother called.

That was Killian's cue to take off his shirt and pin Emma down on her pillow. Emma started to laugh and Killian swallowed her giggles with a kiss.

They heard footsteps on the stairs and then a a startled cry from Emma's mother as she witnessed what she thought to be her daughter and Captain Hook in the middle of something a parent never wants to see their child engaging in.

David, who was close behind his wife didn't take a second look at the couple on the bed before swiftly turning around and walking downstairs again.

That's when Emma lost it and burst into a fit of giggles, Killian joining in.

Mary Margaret looked horrified. "Emma! Send a text next time, oh my god! I-"

"Mom, calm down. It was a joke. We weren't doing anything," Emma laughed as she lifted the blankets from her and Killian. To Mary Margaret's relief, they were both fully clothed from the waist down.

"What kind of sick joke is that?" David called from the kitchen.

Emma smiled innocently at her mother, leading Killian downstairs.

Snow stopped Killian. "Shirt," she demanded, pointing to his shirt on the floor beside the bed.

Killian huffed and got his shirt, putting it back on.

When they went downstairs, David glared at Killian and Emma laughed again.

Though David didn't look Emma in the eye for a week, her plan worked. She never walked in on her parents during a heated moment again.