Monday rolls around and we still have no clue what Pan and the guys were up to at the Ball. There were rumors that they had done it just to get a rise out of people, others say it was another initiation that the newbies were given. I wanted to ask Tink but she's been in and out of the apartment all weekend and I haven't had a chance to ask.

Ruby and I walk through campus to make our way to class. I haven't seen or spoken to Killian either, there's a big part of me that hopes he's okay. Inside the room I don't see him when we walk in. Gold is standing at the old school chalkboard writing something about heroes and villains. Ruby and I get settled into our seats, but my eye stays focused on the door.

Gold clears his throat and walks to stand in front of all of us. He paces with his hands behind his back. I can see him in the corner of my eye, but my most of my attention is on the door. I don't know why I even care, and maybe I shouldn't, but I do.

"Heroes and villains," Gold says. "Name some famous villains in literature," he says.

I hear people shouting out names of villains in comic books, some shout out some names from Harry Potter. I'm hardly listening.

"Big bad wolf!" Ruby shouts.

Gold points to her, "Yes! A good fairy tale villain," he says.

"Evil Queen," someone else yells.

"Queen of Hearts," another voice echoes.

"Good," he says.

"Captain Hook!" another shout from across the room.

Footsteps emerge as the class quiets down and Killian walks in unharmed. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and relief floods through me. He's okay. He doesn't look up in my direction, I can see the tension radiating through his body by the stiff posture he holds as he sits down at his desk. Gold is still talking, but my eyes are focused on Killian. Finally after a minute he looks up and his face softens. He gives a soft smile then returns to his work.

"Ms. Swan, you are quite distracted today, could you please read me the quote I wrote on the board, dearie?" he asks.

I can feel the whole class's eyes on me, I feel the heat in my cheeks and make sure that I don't look over at Killian or I might just lose it.

"There are no heroes without villains, and there are both in each of us," I recite.

"Do you feel this quote is accurate?" he asks.

Eyes are still focused on me.

"Are you asking me if a villain can become a hero and vice versa?" I ask.

He nods, "Do you think it's possible?" he asks.

"Maybe," I say.

"Care to elaborate Ms. Swan?" he asks.

I can feel Killian's eyes on me too and I make the mistake of looking. The blue captivates me so much that I feel almost like I've zoned out completely.

"I think a villain can redeem themselves, but weather or not they can resist the temptation to turn dark again is another story," I say. "I think we all have it in us to change if we want to. Sometimes Heroes just give in to the pressure of being put on a pedestal and maybe it's just too much and they snap, and sometimes villains just find something worth being good for," I say.

"Or someone," I hear a voice say.

"Mr. Jones, do you have something to add?"

"I'm just saying that maybe the villain not only has something to turn good for, maybe it's someone," he says.

"You mean like giving a villain a love interest?"

"Not just romantic love, maybe they are trying to be better for a child, or maybe they want to redeem themselves for their families. I think if they were truly motivated it could work, although most stories don't end up that way for the villain," he says.

"Anyone else agree with Ms. Swan and Mr. Jones?"

Gold rambles on as other people start to answer his question. I get lost in the doodle in my notebook. I start going over what Killian had said, about a villain wanting to change for a child in their life, I'm not exactly a villain, but I wasn't a good person for a long time. I found my reason to turn around and change. I look at Killian who continues to work on what he had started when he first walked in. I wouldn't call him a villain, but he definitely has a dark past especially getting caught up with Peter's crew and in a way I feel like he's trying to redeem his own self. Maybe he's got a family that want to see him better himself, or maybe there's a special someone he started getting better for, either way both of us have been down the dark path and are starting to travel down a lighter one. Maybe Killian and I have more in common than I thought, and just maybe it's okay to get to know him a little better.

After class I'm walking by myself towards my car when I hear Killian call out my name. I turn to see him jogging through the courtyard after me. I stop and wait.

"Swan," he says.

"Jones," I say back.

"What are you doing right now?" he asks.

"I was gonna go home and work on Gold's assignment," I say.

"Can it wait?" he asks.

"You want me to procrastinate?"

"Something like that," he says with a smirk.

His fingers twitch at his sides like he's nervous waiting for my answer.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask.

That puts a big smile on his face. He reaches out for my hand and for a second I stare down at it. He holds it out further and just like that night at the dance my fingers intertwined with his. The warm fluttery feeling in my lower stomach returns as he squeezes lightly.

"Come with me, and I'll show you," he says.

We walk to the car holding hands and something about it feels right, but there's always that voice inside telling me to not give in to the temptation of his touch.

"So I get another ride in the Jolly Roger," I laugh as he opens the door for me

"Aye, she's a good lass will get us to our destination, unlike..."

"Hey leave yellow bug out of this," I joke.

He smiles and nods for me to get into the car. He shuts the door and walks around, I've never had a guy actually open a car door for me until Killian. He slides into the drivers side and starts the car.

"So where exactly are we going?"

"It's a surprise," he says.

"Does this involve breaking and entering or vandalism of any kind?"

I'm only half serious. He gives a breathy chuckle as we pull out of the school lot.

"No vandalism," he says. "But I can't say whether or not breaking and entering is on the list of things I have planned."

He gives me a quick glance and the returns his eyes to the road.

"As long as I don't end up in jail, that keeps me one step closer to claiming my son," I say.

"A son?"

"Henry, the boy in the locket you saved," I say.

"Oh right, and you are still with his father?" He asks.

I shake my head vigorously.

"No, he couldn't handle it," I say. "I swear if he destroys my chance of getting Henry back... I may just end up in jail for killing him," I say.

Killian looks over to see if I'm joking.

"He just makes me so angry."

"We don't have to talk about it if it makes you upset. You could tell me about Henry, how old is he? What does he like? Are you close with him?"

"So many questions," I laugh.

He looks over and smiles.

"Henry is five, and he lives with Regina Mills..."

Killian practically chokes on his own spit.

"Mayor Mills?"

"Yeah..."

"Oh, nothing bad she just doesn't seem very kid friendly," he jokes.

"Surprisingly, she's very good with Henry. When I had him I was just about to graduate high school and I was scared. I didn't even look at Henry when he was first born, the doctor tried but it was too painful. I wasn't ready. She took him in with open arms, she saved me in a way... saved me from doing what I couldn't," I say.

"I'm sure you would have made a great mom," he says.

"At the time, no. Don't let this face fool you," I try to joke. "I'm no goody two shoes. Just because my parents are like the poster people for perfect romance, they had me at sixteen, they were teen parents like me, but instead of giving me up and seeing me I was sent into the foster system," I say. "And I've been on the run since I was ten, never stayed in one home too long, ran away several times and even committed a few minor crimes of my own," I fully admit.

I'm not sure why I'm admitting it all to him, but I'm curious about his past and kind of hope I can find out what Pan is up to through him.

"Wow Swan, never pegged you for a troublemaker, independent, yes but troublemaker not so much," he says.

I laugh, "What about you? Any children I should be aware of?" I ask.

He chuckles, "No, no children."

I was so focused on our conversation I hardly noticed where we were. Killian pulls into a spot just along the docks. It's quiet down here this time a year and there aren't many boats in the water. He shuts off the engine.

"Should I be worried? You haven't kidnapped me to trap me in one of these warehouses now have you?"

He laughs,"You know me too well Swan," he teases. "I brought you here to show you something amazing," he says.

I raise a brow at him and he smirks.

"Trust me, no kidnappings are happening today, unless you want them to," he wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I scoff at him.

Killian steps out of the car, before I can grab the handle he's already around the car and opening the door for me.

"That look," he teases. "What? You don't believe a guy like me can wow a girl by

opening doors for her?"

Laughing, I say, "You don't seem the type."

"Oh, but Ms. Swan," he says reaching his hand out for me, "You have so much to learn about me," he says.

"So teach me then," I say as I take his hand.

We walk side by side toward the docks. Killian heads towards a boat that looks like a ship straight out of fantasy movie.

"Is she yours?" I ask.

"Not exactly, maybe one day. I can drive her though, she drives like a beaut."

He taps his hands on the side of the boat, then hops over the small gap between the boat and the dock. He reaches out a hand for me and I take it.

"Are we taking her for a spin?" I ask once on board.

"Unfortunately, we have to save that for another day, for now let me give you a tour."

He reaches his hand out again for me, and Like it's the most natural thing in the world our hands clasped together, our fingers locking into each other's. He tugs me along showing me the deck first, when he notices I'm practically frozen he takes me below deck. It's a small space but it has a bed, a table, and storage space for equipment and things.

"You like boats?"

"I've always had a fascination for ships since I was a little boy. Was found on one ya know," he looks at me then around at everything.

"My brother and I," he says. "He was not much older than me. The man who owned that boat took us in, but later turned out to be an abusive drunk," he says.

He looks around the room instead of at me while he speaks. He's ashamed of his past, I can see it on his face.

"What happened to your brother?"

"We got separated from one another," he says. "Found out two years ago that he died. He worked on a fishing boat and their boat capsized" he says sadly.

"I'm so sorry Killian," I say wanting to reach out.

He gives me a small smile.

"I hadn't seen him since we were teenagers," he says, staring off like he's remembering something.

"He told me he'd find me, but never did," he says.

"What happened the other night?" I question changing the subject. I can see it in his eyes, that continuing to talk about his brother hurts more than he's letting on.

"Why don't we talk about something good," he says.

"Like what?"

"How one day I'll take you out on this boat. When it's mine," he says.

I laugh, he says it like he plans on keeping me in his life. My body reacts to that in a way I can't quite explain. My heart feels like it just ran a marathon and isn't ready to slow down yet. It feels like I'm not in control of it or my feelings.

"You planning on buying it?" I try to seem like I'm not affected by his words.

"Yeah, been saving for years," he says

"Is that why you took the job as Golds TA?"

"Kind of, that and if I didn't I'd be kicked out of school," he says.

"Was this the schools decision?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"It was Golds, I had him freshman year and he immediately knew I was a troubled kid. He didn't take any of my shit and I respected him for it," he says. "Senior year of college I strayed far from the person I was freshman year, I'd been involved with Pan since sophomore year and it only got worse," he says clenching his hands into a fist at his side. "By the time I decided to pursue a graduate degree I was so far down the rabbit hole that I thought no one would be able to pull me out," he adds staring off into the distance.

"So where will you take me?"

I decided to change the subject, seeing his reaction to talking about his life with Pan made me quickly regret asking. He smiles his shoulders slumping like he's relieved I'm not asking questions about Pan.

"There's a small island just a few miles from here, it's nothing but trees and sand. On a summer's day, it's the perfect place," he says it like he's daydreaming about it.

"What are your plans after college, are you sticking around StoryBrooke?" I ask.

"Now who's asking all the questions?"

I laugh, and watch him walk around the room until he's right in front of me.

"I may stick around, promised I'd take you on a boat ride... I may not follow the rules, but there's one thing about me that most don't know, and it's that I will never break a promise," he says.

I swallow hard and stare up at him. In this moment I'm allowing myself to feel and accept the feelings that are coursing through my body right now. He stares down the short distance between us and a small smirk appears on his face.

"What?" I ask.

"Unless you don't want to come on a boat ride with me?"

His voice deepens as he closes the tiny space between us. The tips of his fingers touch mine and they slide up my hand, my arm and close around both my elbows. He doesn't lose contact with me and his breathing is somehow steady, while I feel like the whole world is off balance and I might just hyperventilate right here on this boat.

"I never said I didn't," my voice is barely above a whisper.

"Good," he says, his teeth clenched causing his voice to sound like a low rumble.

"Emma," he whispers.

Goosebumps spread up and down my arm, and butterflies play around in my lower stomach. I can feel his soft wet lips brushing against mine.

"Mmm," is all I manage to get out.

I stare at how close our lips are and then look up at him. I feel the magnetic pull again. Something inside of me ignites like a fire from a tiny spark. I reach up and grab hold of his leather jacket, and it in one smooth move I tug his lips to mine. They crash together, our lips hungry with desire. Our heads move in sync as we both pull each other tighter to the other. I swear I hear him moan my name under his soft lips and the feeling in my lower stomach returns sharper and deeper than before.

Our hands run through each others hair and tug like we can't get enough of each other, like the only way we'll both survive is by kissing. He pulls away only slightly and opens his eyes for a brief moment as I do the same. A smirk and now it's his turn to pull me into him. We stumble backwards him slamming his back into the wall causing some things to crash to the ground. We both giggle like children.

"Hey! Is somebody down there?" A voice from above calls.