broken in two [emma swan]

I'm not just a Savior

It had been a long day for Emma as she patrolled the town dealing with various things and attempting to calm the townspeople down. She wasn't entirely sure what exactly was going on, but she had done her best to figure out the source of the strange smoke and what it would mean for everyone. Her son had said that it was magic coming back, but Emma was still a bit skeptical even if she didn't outwardly say so. It was one thing to think the townsfolk were all characters from a book of fairy tales, but even this suggestion of magic seemed a bit much. Even so, she did her best to talk with the few residents who were starting to become anxious, particularly when they found they were unable to leave the town. So she'd done a lot of running around until things had quieted down and she'd been able to think. She'd gone and grabbed a hot cocoa and burger from Granny's for lunch before making her way out of town. After all, she needed some time to think and considering she was now sharing a room with Miss Blanchard, she didn't have that luxury. Not to mention, she tended to do better out walking rather than sitting a home even if she had a few books with her. Besides, it was a nice enough day out with the sun high in the sky and so she made the trip down towards the docks. She didn't know why she had gone down that way, but she supposed anywhere was better than being stuck in the town.

Not to mention, she had her walkie-talkie on in case anyone needed to reach her and also her phone so she felt assured that things would be alright. She'd even told Graham that she was taking a break which he didn't seem to mind as she walked along the dirt path. Over the course of the last few weeks, Emma had managed to get familiar with the town and where everything was that she was able to let her mind wander. Hard to believe that only a couple weeks ago she'd been sitting in her apartment blowing out a candle to congratulate another birthday. A smile fell on her lips though reminding herself that if she had gone out that night she might have missed out on finding her son, Henry. Even though they'd only just met, Emma found herself growing rather attached to the young boy even if his adoptive mother didn't seem to happy. Still, due to Regina's attempts to get her tossed out of town it only served to fuel Emma's need to be there. Something didn't sit right with that woman and after finding her son she was hard pressed to leave at all. He'd managed to get into her head and now she merely wanted to make sure that he was safe. She sighed gently as she continued her walk while sipping her hot chocolate. She just hoped she was doing right by the boy who was becoming quite important to the young woman.

Arriving at the docks, she was surprised to notice a huge ship recently docked at the harbor. Curiosity peaked, she set finished her hot chocolate before settling it down on the dock. She'd make sure to come back for it later and toss it in a garbage since she didn't exactly want to bring it with her. Besides, she wasn't entirely sure who owned the ship, let alone if they were friendly or looking to cause trouble. Whatever the case, it was her job as the deputy sheriff to figure that out since she was pretty positive that none of the inhabitants had one. Her gun still in its holster on her side, she carefully made her way onto the docks, her boots making a noise as she walked. What was even more curious was the fact that it looked rather old and not nearly like any of the ships she'd ever seen before. Oddly enough she found herself recalling a similar one in one of her old story books, but she didn't hold much thought in that. Nobody appeared to be around at the moment as she stepped onto the boat, her senses on high alert as she stepped onto the dock. It appeared quiet and deserted, but Emma had a feeling that somebody was around considering that it must have just arrived. At the very least, nobody had yet to report the strange looking vessel to Emma or she would have gone to investigate it then.

"Hello? Is anyone around?" called out Emma loudly enough for anyone that might be lurking around. It was a fairly large ship so she wasn't exactly sure where she ought to be looking. Still, she wasn't going to go poking around quite yet and would wait to see if anyone appeared. Her hand close to where her gun was in case she had to make an immediate decision and pull it out. Though, she hoped she wouldn't have need of it as she turned hearing someone step towards her.

that's only half of who I am.

I'm not just a Savior

Emma had been moving along the deck as cautiously as possible trying to see if anyone was around. Her hand still close to her gun as she surveyed the ocean view from her perch. It was truly breathtaking that for a moment she nearly lost herself in memories and talks about make believe and pirates. She used to love it when she would have a bath as a little girl or get told stories about adventures and treasure. Most of that mischievous nature had disappeared though as time wore on, but at one point she'd actually been rather happy. What she would have given to have gone sailing on such a ship let alone a small sailboat, but it was merely a dream that had never happened. She pushed those thoughts aside and resumed her search only to turn when she heard a man's voice from behind her. She mentally cursed herself for not paying attention as she found herself face to face with a man bearing a hook for a hand. At first, Emma stared at him in utter confusion debating whether she was actually dreaming this or really seeing something resembling a pirate. In fact, he almost reminded her of the legend of Peter Pan, but surely there was another explanation for a man with one hand. Not that many came to mind at the current moment as she sat there gaping like a fish and trying to collect herself.

"I..I'm sorry for my intrusion, I was merely curious," replied Emma as some form of explanation, albeit not a very good one.

She just couldn't exactly find herself believing what was right there in front of her. Her hand had all, but fallen to her side from where it had sat on her gun holster. She noticed his own hand had gone to the sword at his side, but he had yet to draw it as she slowly turned to really look at him. Maybe, her son's theories weren't completely untrue if even a pirate had managed to find his way into Storybrooke. She could believe many things when it came to crazy schemes, but talk of magic and fairy tale characters coming to life seemed a bit far fetched. Or at least it had up to this point until she found herself looking right at one of those storybook characters she had once read about. It was almost like looking at a ghost, as her mind tried to find some logical explanation for what she had come across. She knew that she was making a fool of herself, but her brain just wasn't wrapping around the very thing Henry had spoken to her about. Sure, she acted like she knew what he was saying, but it still seemed rather far-fetched at this point.

"I haven't seen you around before, did you just get here?" asked Emma looking for something to say that would distract her from her swirling thoughts.

She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts as she looked around the rather large ship inspecting it rather curious and hoping to get her head cleared. It had absolutely nothing to do with how handsome he looked standing there or even the fact that she was staring at a supposed fairy tale character. That was assuming he was who she thought he was though she still didn't know how he had wound up in Storybrooke. Most of them according to Henry had been brought over via a magic curse, but judging from the ship she suspected he had other means of getting her. Which only made her more suspicious as to why anyone was even coming here in the first place. Yet, she had the sneaky suspicion that him finding this place wasn't random and would need some careful detective work.

"I'm Emma, the deputy sheriff in this town," replied Emma carefully as she turned her eyes back at the man, her hands firmly on her hips. Yes, that was better as she put herself back to the business at hand and being a detective meant she had a right to know just who exactly she was talking to. Something didn't sit right with Emma and she was determined to figure out what that something was, possibly even talking to Henry about it. Surely, his book of fairytales would give her some insight as to what a pirate would be doing in a crazy town like this. Assuming Henry's theory was actually right and this town was more than it appeared to be to the simple woman.

that's only half of who I am.

I'm not just a Savior

Emma gave the man a skeptical look as he offered to give her a 'piece' of advice, but felt that she would merely humor the man as she stood there. Not that he was going to apparently give her much of an option to really object to it either way. Still, it wasn't like he was doing anything necessarily wrong. She just had come to know that anyone knew to a town like this, particularly this one didn't come just for the great view and food. He wanted something, but for now she was content to get to know the man at least and find out what he wanted. After all, she loved a good mystery when she was a kid and this man was certainly interesting to say the least. She turned though when he took a step closer to her, her body tensing a little as she tried to decipher whether or not he was intending harm towards her. Not that she was doing anything necessarily wrong and she was being rather friendly for the moment. She stood firmly in her position though as she wasn't entirely afraid of the man even if he did have a sword at his side, which was rather strange. Then again, his whole attire looked very out of date for this place as did his ship upon closer inspection as she surveyed the whole ship. She curbed her tongue though when he mentioned that it was usually customary for someone to seek permission before coming onto his ship.

"No, normally pirates aren't something I come across, but I'll make sure to make note of that," replied Emma, avoiding the urge to roll her eyes at him.

The remark about her life possibly being in danger was a different thing and she wasn't quite sure what to make of that. Still she chose to ignore that little comment as she stood there. She noticed the shrug, though her eyes not often leaving his person as she took in the view. Her wind occasionally blowing her long blonde hair in her face as she stared at the man trying to figure him out, and his strange hooked hand. She almost was tempted to ask about what had lead to that, but something told her it was best to save those questions for later. Assuming there even was a later as she turned her attentions out at the water once more finding that it was rather comforting to be here. She eyed him carefully though when he added the 'but' to his sentence and pointed out that it was his fault for not asking permission. Which was rather true since she would have asked if he'd been on board since it was his property and she had no probable cause. He straightened his posture and Emma relaxed as she questioned him about when he had arrived and him answering that he had only just arrived. Which was what she had thought as he in turn questioned her about their intake of visitors.

"Well none that are quite dressed like this. If your intending to blend in, I suggest something less out of this century," remarked Emma, in a careful and yet playful banter.

Her eyes catching his fingers as they tapped his sword which made her wonder if it was real, though by the way he said pirate she wouldn't be surprised. Otherwise, he was doing a good job to go out of his way to make sure she didn't know who he really was. He seemed harmless, but only because she wasn't intending on bringing about any harm except the unintended company aboard his ship. Granted, he hadn't been aboard at the time or she would have asked permission like he had said. He was certainly an interesting man and pretty handsome if you could consider a pirate worth dating. No, she wasn't anywhere willing to go back into the dating world. In fact, she hadn't dated a man since Neal who had broken her heart all those years ago. A thing she still hadn't truly forgiven after getting herself locked up in prison for his crime.

"It's Miss Swan, but I prefer Emma. So your the infamous Captain Hook?" asked Emma, blinking a few times in shock considering that she never expected to be in the presence of such a man.

Though oddly enough she found herself being charmed by the man even if he was a bit out there for her likes. She shook her head, pushing those hurtful thoughts aside knowing this wasn't the time or place. Besides, there were more pressing manners at hand since she had an inkling he might need some help. After all, if he was ACTUALLY a pirate and not just someone with a really good sense of imaginiation then he may need some outward help. Particularly when it came to adapting to this world since he appeared not to have happened upon here like the rest of the citizens.

"Can I offer my assistance in getting you settled, Killian?" suggested Emma, figuring it was good an offer as anything. Not to mention, it would allow her to keep an eye on the Pirate Captain. After all, she was very suspicious of his intent since it didn't seem likely he just happened upon this place. Something had driven him here to this town and she was determined to figure out why that was, and well he did need to blend in since most people weren't accustomed to a one-handed pirate.

that's only half of who I am.

I'm not just a Savior

Emma crossed her arms in front of her as a way to distance herself from the man in some sense as she attempted to figure out his angle. She'd only just met the man and yet something drew her towards him in a way she hadn't felt in the longest time. True, that might just have been the fact that he was a newcomer and obviously not from around here. If that were even true since she was still trying to grasp the concept of an evil curse bringing about this town. True, she'd done some digging on her own and as Henry had said there was nothing on any of these people, let alone the town. Rather curious for a woman like Emma as she studied his face for any signs he may be lying to her. She liked to call it a super power of hers, but really she just possessed the ability to read people's body language much more clearly. Certainly not a bad skill to have for a deputy sheriff or anyone really as it made it easier for her weed out those that could be trouble. At the moment, though, Killian seemed to be telling her the truth though she suspected it was the whole truth. Not that she really needed his whole life story laid out in front of her as it was private, but that mattered little to the blonde. If he wanted to come into this town it was his choice so long as he didn't cause some untold trouble, but she'd yet to hear of a pirate who wasn't some form of trouble.

She caught the smirk on his face as she commented about her need to ask his permission feeling so tempted to wipe it off. Still, she would play it cool whether his intentions were pure or dark. If later he chose to give her trouble, well she'd merely have to deal with that when it came to it. Hopefully, she could keep him from causing too much trouble as she already had enough to deal with in concerns for both Regina and Mr. Gold. Those two were already a handful and at times Emma almost felt like she was the real parent and they were the troublesome kids. Leave them alone together and they were bound to give her a migraine if they weren't already between Regina's ploys to get her out and Mr. Gold's meddlesome underhanded tricks. If it wasn't Regina causing her grief it was the other so she didn't need yet another person disrupting her town. 'Wait her town? Since when had she ever begun to consider this town her home,' thought Emma to herself as she turned to Killian. Either way, she didn't need more mischief even if it came from a one handed pirate with a hook.

"Well I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm flattered," replied Emma as she stood there, her gun all but forgotten as she debated what she was going to do with him.

He seemed positively amused by her cluelessness which did nothing to make her feel good about this situation. She had a sense he was trying to flirt with her, but she wasn't going to have it. She had spent too long building up walls to keep people out that she wasn't about to get caught up with the likes of a pirate. Besides, she still needed to help him out in some way, suspecting that he was a bit out of tune with this world. He was going to need clothes, money and possibly a blanket since she assumed he was most likely going to be staying on his ship. Wasn't like he seemed to be the type that wanted to be sharing an apartment and there weren't a lot of vacancies either around these parts.

"Lucky for you, I'm in a good mood and willing to help a traveler whether from this realm or the next," replied Emma, pursing her lips as she tried to figure out what she was going to have to do.

She didn't really spent a lot of her money on anything truly extravagant so she had quite a lot of money saved up. Not that she ever thought she would be spending it on a century old pirate that looked like he came out of a storybook. Still, if he was who he said he was then she was going to help cover the cost of just about everything. Not the way she had initially planned to spend her night, but she didn't have much choice. He was going to need some help and Emma wasn't about to turn anyone down even if he did come off as a man she shouldn't trust. Besides, it was definitely a way of dealing with the pressing issue of Gold bringing back magic for whatever crazy scheme he had going on in his head. She nodded gently when he mentioned that she had heard of him, which was a bit of an understatement. If only he knew just what Disney had come up with, it would have made her laugh to see his reaction.

"Not to worry, I'm sure you'll find some way to repay me, but yes I'm more than willing to help. As to your clothes their...not completely dislikable, just a little out of touch. Though I'm sure I can find something more suitable to meet your style" offered Emma, growing serious for the moment figuring she was going to have to grab her wallet from her apartment.

Oh, yes he was definitely going to be a handful as she moved past him feeling as though he was the toddler and she the parent. An amusing thought to be sure, but there was time for that later on. After all, it wasn't like he knew where anything was at this point in time as she made her way towards the stairs taking them one at a time. She quickly pulled out here phone to text Mary Margaret that she might be late coming home and to have dinner without her. After all, it appeared she had a date with a 'pirate' this afternoon as she stepped onto the docks and waited for him to follow. Leave it to Emma to be the one to locate the newest member wondering if Graham was willing to reimburse her. Knowing the mayor, it was highly unlikely considering where they stood with each other.

"Well, like I said I'll help cover the cost of your things for the time being until we can get you a job or something. Pirate currency, unfortunately, hasn't made its way to this realm just yet," joked Emma playfully once more finding herself shocked with the sudden need to amuse him. What exactly was she doing? She didn't joke around pirates, let alone men having had her heart broken by the last one and leaving her to a prison cell. She quickly sobered up, fixing her hair into a neat little bun at the back with the elastic around her wrist that usually was left to fidget with at times. Maybe she could even get a better glimpse into the life of this mystery visitor if she played her cards just right.

that's only half of who I am.

I'm not just a Savior

He was certainly a charming pirate if ever there was one with his dramatics and handsome looks. She couldn't really deny such things even if she was trying very hard to ignore that. From what she knew of pirates they were simply nothing, but trouble and not just in their motives. She was merely looking to help the stranger, get himself situated, figure out his purpose for being here and then go on with her life. A life that now apparently included her young son, Henry, but she hardly minded all that much because they had grown close. Not even the great Madam Mayor could really put a stop to the bond she was sorely missing out on with her own son. She knew that Henry made her out to be an Evil Queen like the woman from his book, but she had a feeling that wasn't entirely the case. She wasn't evil, just guarded and more foul tempered and probably had something go wrong in her life. That didn't necessarily make the woman evil. Her hands still crossed over her chest to put distance between him and her, she resisted the temptation once more to roll her eyes. He never missed a chance it seemed to put on a bit of the charms and drama as he pretended that she had hurt him so terribly.

"Are you always this dramatic?" asked Emma as he attempted to once again bring her into the folds of his charming nature.

She had to admit she was rather curious about just how often this humor actually got him anywhere. Let alone any of the men that she occasionally glimpsed spewing out pickup lines they found on the internet. Though she had to give him at least some credit for his overdramatized attempt at making her bend. It was going to take a lot more than that to catch more than just interest as to a stranger arriving in an unplottable town. Something that still shocked her and made her wonder how on earth Henry had managed to pull that off. She knew he had used his teacher's credit card, but other than that it all seemed rather hard to believe. Still, she wasn't going to deny that she was happy to have him in his life. Even if she didn't always necessarily think that she was being a very good mother figure or any sort of parent. Wasn't like they came with a handbook telling you how to raise a child. Least not one that was of any actual good to someone. She sighed gently watching as he put his hand over his heart telling her how she had 'wounded' his manly ego.

"And yet your still standing here. I think you'll live," commented Emma as she brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear.

Making her way down from the ship, she had placed a quick call to Miss Blanchard her roommate and awaited her new acquaintance as he too made his way down the steps. She might as well give him a tour of the place while she was here as she gestured for him to follow her. She stopped momentarily though to pick up her empty hot chocolate cup and made her way off the dock sighing contently. The nice breeze drifting through the air was heavenly as was the sun shining down on them as she debated where to take him first after her apartment. Wasn't like she had planned to help a pirate out as they made their way down the road back into town. She still glanced at him though to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. She stopped short though when he thanked her with a nice little bow.

"Your welcome Killian, we just have to make a quick stop at my apartment. Then we can get you some clothes and food if you're hungry," informed Emma going for the professional approach.

At least he was being sincere in his thanks recalling the odd time a guy had dumped her and left without paying the bill. Not even a simple 'thank you' which rather annoyed the young woman. Was it honestly that hard to find a decent guy? It apparently seemed to be considering how few she had spoken to for some reason or another. Her hair up in a neat little bun made things a little easier as they trudged along the road knowing it was quite the little hike. Which was exactly why she had gone out of town in the first place to clear her head.

"So tell me a bit about your Killian, how'd a charming guy like you get into the pirate business in the first place?" asked Emma conversationally. After all, it was going to be awhile and she might as well make time fly faster by getting to know the man a little. It was an honest question to be sure as she was curious. Wasn't often one found herself in the company of a pirate, let alone a captain of ship with one hand.

that's only half of who I am.

I'm not just a Savior

She was really tempted to find a way to wipe that grin off his face, but nothing was currently coming to mind. Besides, she didn't feel like getting on the wrong side of him was a good thing. If anything she didn't want to cause a fight with the man and have to resort to her gun. Honestly, she only carried the thing because it came with the job despite her hesitations about actually firing one of these. She didn't like hurting people, but she would if someone close to her got hurt or in defense of herself. If she was lucky she'd never have to actually fire the thing and it would stay loaded. Still, it was at least something and she could recall the odd time she'd gone to the firing range for a little distraction back during her traveling days. After all, when you're tracking down guys who have skipped bail you don't linger any one particular place very often. In fact, Storybrooke was the first place she had really settled herself down. She still wasn't sure how she felt about that, but there was nothing back there for her and at least this job paid well enough. Even if she still had reserves about it, but Graham seemed rather nice even if he was a little miss-guided and clearly under Regina's control.

At least he was being amused by her antics even if she was less amused by his own attitude towards her. She just needed to be patient, that's all. Not exactly an easy thing for her at this point, but she had years of practice dealing with his type. Or at least guys that came off with charms and flirty comments. She could handle herself though even without the need of a gun as she waited for him to get himself oriented. She still was trying to figure out where she was going to take him for clothing, not that there appeared to be much in that regard. There was one store that might suit his needs at least and well she had an old black leather jacket that she thought would fit him. It was rather big and as much as she had liked it, found that it no longer suited her style of clothing and had left it to collect dust in boxes of clothing. At least she assumed that it would fit him as it was hard to tell at this stage as she scanned him and they made their way away from his ship. At least the town was quiet enough and she'd manage to get herself away from the stress currently laid out for her. Being a saviour was not what she had signed up for when she had first arrived to Storybrooke.

"Fine you'll live either way, happy?" remarked Emma, rolling her eyes and wanting to get things moving while they still had the majority of the afternoon to deal with.

She definitely didn't want to be doing this still during the evening when she was going to be tired and less likely to enjoy his sense of humor. At least he was willing to take some orders, but in this world she far outranked him in that standing. Maybe not in his world, if there was another world, but there was very little chance she'd be taking a trip down to Neverland. Assuming that's where he had come from since he obviously hadn't come with the others. Though the Neverland, she was accustomed to was a lot more cheerful and seemed like a great second home to a girl like her. She shook her head hoping to clear her thoughts since none of that really mattered as she tried to figure out what he would need. His boots were alright, he just needed some more modern slacks, jacket, shirts and other things. Shouldn't exactly be too hard given the circumstances as they walked at a comfortable stride that suited them perfectly. Oddly enough they seemed to be perfectly matched in that regard as they walked side by side, though Emma was probably a little more ahead since she knew where she was going.

He seemed surprised by the fact that she was calling him Killian, but only because she felt it was rather childish to call him Hook. Sure, he had the name to fit his hand, but she didn't exactly think it suited him in this situation. He was..well she wasn't sure what exactly he was other than a pain in her butt. At least it sounded more respectable for the time being rather than simply calling him Hook, Captain maybe. Either way, he deserved some kind of respect as he hadn't given her any reason not to. It was quiet, but not unfriendly or tense they just didn't seem to need to communicate alot. He seemed to agree though to the offer of dinner at least figuring they'd stop at Granny's as a last spot and head back to his ship. At least until she had opened her mouth and asked him a more personal question. She instantly regretted it though when she saw his face sadden if only briefly reminding her of herself as he quickly masked his pain.

Apparently something they had in common in that regard it seemed as he tried to act like her question didn't bother him. She was about to say something along the lines of I'm sorry, but it wouldn't come. She really hadn't meant to hurt him as they came into view of the town relieving the blonde woman. She turned though when Killian started speaking about the fact that he was forced into the situation held out for them. Though in her case it was finding herself in a town she was supposed to save and being the mother to a child she had given up for adoption.

"Seems we have that in common, oddly enough. I'm sorry," she said carefully as they arrived in town and she headed in the direction of her apartment. If she was lucky, Mary Margaret wasn't home and she wouldn't have to answer about a dozen questions about the new guy on the street. That was her hope at least as she settled into step beside the man.

that's only half of who I am.

I'm not just a Savior

At least he was seeming to get the idea that she wasn't interested in his flirtatious nature that he seemed quite proud of. Though it mattered little to her at the moment since it wasn't really bothering her. Well maybe a little since normally it frustrated her when a guy couldn't take the hint. He seemed though to be harmlessly flirting with no real intentions toward her, so it wasn't nearly as annoying for the moment. She suspected it was just in her nature to shut someone like him down before there was any chance of him putting energy into making advancements. She wasn't looking to date anyone at this stage in her life especially not while also trying to be there for Henry. It just wasn't in her cards at the moment and she didn't want it anyways after the last few men particularly Henry's father to walk out on her. So perhaps it was best that she simply keep this strictly professional for the time being and maybe friends if things worked out. She still didn't really know anything about the man other than he seemed to be a pirate with a hook for a hand and a love of flirty comments. She just would do what needed to happen and that was all she was going to do. Her coming here didn't mean she was staying permanently forever, right?

She was just staying to make sure Henry was being looked after and helping Graham out in the process. After all, Henry was in school the majority of the time and it helped keep her occupied. Well for the most part even if she was getting a little too old for some of the antics of this town. No, she needed to step away from the sheriff stuff and focus on her task at hand which was rather simple for her. Granted, she was probably going to end up spending a good amount of money not that she was in trouble financially though. Besides, he was going to need some money at least if he was hoping to get himself fed which required money and a lot if you didn't have groceries. Luckily, she had started to split the cost of the groceries with her roommate which helped them both out, taking turns to get what they needed. She certainly ran a type ship as did Emma when it came to organizing what little she had brought from storage. Which was practically nothing except her clothing, some old mementos and a few other little things she had saved. Including the old baby blanket that they had recovered when they found her on the side of the road. Not exactly a nice place to leave a child or rather anyone under any circumstances.

At least the walk was pleasant enough as they made their way into town and headed down towards her apartment building as she grabbed her keys. After all, she wanted to be quick and probably felt like she wanted to freshen up a bit not that she thought anyone would care. Still, it was warm out so the jacket wasn't exactly necessary at this point in time as they fell into step together or relatively together. Course, Emma had to go in for the direct approach when it came to finding out just who she was dealing with rather than taking things slow. It was just in her nature to do so rather than try and slowly ease into a conversation, particularly when sugar coating things did no one any good. Though in this case she felt rather bad about saying anything as she spotted her apartment building coming into view. She didn't see just how much it was affecting him, but from that little tell tale sign it was all too clear that it was a past best left buried. After all, she wouldn't want someone poking holes in her own story either which was disappointment after disappointment. So she decided to change the subject after attempting to apologize to him, the instinct to touch him all too easy, but she resisted. She doubted he would receive it well and she wasn't going to get too familiar with this pirate captain. He seemed to wave it off, but she still felt bad for dredging up obviously bad memories as they arrived at her apartment building finally.

She pushed her way through the doors holding them open for Killian before making her way up the stairs and over to her apartment number which was at the end of the hallway. She grabbed her set of house keys and quickly opened the door, sighing in relief when her roommate was indeed gone as expected. She didn't have the flexible hours that Emma did as she helped him inside and glanced around glad to see the place was still rather nicely organized.

"I'll just be a couple minutes, feel free to sit yourself down for a moment and I think I have something that might be a good start in the clothing department," replied Emma as she quickly excused herself and headed upstairs to her little loft quickly changing her outfit, grabbing her wallet and rummaging through some of her clothing boxes.

She really hadn't had any time to truly unpack since she knew not how long she was planning to stay. It took her awhile, but she managed to find the lovely black jacket she'd remember and even a more masculine looking shirt. At least a temporary solution until they went shopping and they could get him something he wanted. Assuming it fit, but well they weren't necessarily hers, at least the shirt wasn't not that she was going to tell him that as she stared at it. It had been one of few that she'd had of Neal after he'd essentially given her up for nothing. Most of the stuff belonging to him had already been gone, but well she had somehow managed to keep the dang shirt. Probably because she'd had it in her knapsack since he had forgotten it that day. She sighed heavily before making her way downstairs with the jacket and shirt in tow holding them out to him while she was in a more casual outfit and less detective like.

"Here these should suit you for the moment while I take you shopping. They should fit you just fine as a temporary hold until we find things you like," supplied Emma holding out the garments towards him in a neutral exchange after showing him where the bathroom was so he could change.

that's only half of who I am.