Title: We're Here Tonight and That's Enough

Rating: T (for language)

Summary: Killian simply doesn't do caroling, not anymore. That's not going to stop his brother from trying to get him to serenade the beautiful waitress they just met. A bit of CS/Jones Brother holiday fluff!

Disclaimer: Don't own OUAT characters or any of the lyrics I've used in this story

A/N: I just wanted to do a quick little holiday fluff for all those lovely people out there who have taken the time to read, review, or message me about my fics! And a very big thank you to Whoknowsheregoes (for your wonderful suggestions and encouragement), Tutorgirlml (for the most thoughtful and amazing reviews), and Antipodes Ahoy (for your lovely thoughts on the Jones boys and OUAT storyline)—Thank you all so much, I hope you enjoy!

*The title comes from "Wonderful Christmastime" by Paul McCartney

"No."

"C'mon, li'l brother. Y'know y'want to," Liam slurred, tripping out of his stool and wobbling as he made a grab for the lacquered rail.

Despite the merry revelers all around them, Killian was not feeling particularly merry this holiday season. He had been getting quite nicely sloshed for the last two hours, and his brother had been attempting to cheer him up by matching him drink for drink. However, Liam and liquor were not the best combination. It tended to turn his older brother into a giant five-year-old.

"Absolutely not. And I'm not yer li'l brother," he reminded him, again; his accent thickening in direct correlation to the amount of alcohol in his system. "I'm yer younger brother, you git." Turning his back on his brother, Killian downed his rum and signaled the barman for another. For some reason, though, the barman took his time coming over to refill the glass.

"Killian, come on," the older Jones begged, going so far as to tug at Killian's black leather coat so that he was practically forced to turn around. "You're being a bore. Let's go caroling. It's Christmas Eve!"

"Liam, why do you always turn into a bloody showbiz diva when you get drunk?" Shoving his overly-clingy brother aside, he stood up, proud of the fact that he did so without the slightest waver in his balance, and drew himself up to full height. It was a move that he had employed since his suddenly growth spurt in his teens caused him to finally catch up to his older brother's taller frame. It was also a move that had only lasted about a year, after which Liam grew another couple inches and maintained the distance ever since.

"Because…" Liam began, tapping at his chest with one finger. The movement caused him to rock unsteadily on his feet once again. Killian clenched his fist and glared at the poking, but Liam's serious face made him simply roll his eyes. "…I'll tell you why."

Killian crossed his arms and quirked his brow, matching his brother's serious face. "I'm waiting."

Liam broke out into a smile, as if he had been trying to hold it back and no longer could. "Because…'We're sim-ply hav-ing a won-der-ful Christ-mas-time!'" He belted out, wrapping his heavy arms tightly around Killian's shoulders.

"Oh fuck off, you tosser!" Killian growled, throwing off Liam's out-slung arms.

Looking quite perplexed, Liam's smile faded and his glassy eyes turned upward. "Killian? Sing w'me, please?"

How could anyone expect to resist that? Still, he couldn't let Liam think that he'd gone soft. Not over this. "Not happening," Killian snapped, but one look at his brother's crestfallen face and all his resolve melted. "But if you want to make an arse of yerself, I won't stop you."

Liam beamed and quickly gathered up his coat and scarf, having to make several attempts to don both items in the way they were supposed to be worn. While he fumbled, Killian finished his last round, wishing he could have several more before he had agreed to this, and muttered, "Jus' so you know, you're not doing 'We Wish You a Happy Jones-mas' like you did last year. That was horrible. And embarrassing. And I still can't show my face 'round Will's place."

Liam grinned ear-to-ear, his blue eyes twinkling in the glow of the bar's neon sign, and pulled at Killian's arms again. He ushered them both out of the pub before Killian had a chance to even get his own coat on fully and into the densely snow-covered street. The cold instantly turned their breath to fog and their skin to ice and suddenly Killian was rethinking this whole idea.

Why couldn't they just stay in the damn pub and sing? Was there a rule about that in Boston? Probably. Though they hadn't been in Boston long, the Jones brothers had become enamored of the city, especially when the snow fell thick and heavy like it was now. Well, except for when they were traipsing around in the snow like feckin' idiots. But it was truly beautiful and vastly different to the drizzly winters of their London youth, and despite his general moodiness (and coldness), Killian found himself mesmerized by the steady falling of the huge, puffy flakes.

Boston was a chance for both men to start over; Liam after his naval injury left him with shoddy knees and severe PTSD and Killian after losing his fiancé to rare heart disease just a little over a year ago. Both men had decided to cut their losses and make a break for the states where no one knew of their tragic upbringing and more recent setbacks. Liam had taken a job with in the harbor master's office and was fitting in nicely. Killian, on the other hand, had yet to find a career suited to his unique temperament. After all, how many people wanted to hire an ex-musician whose only real talent was for getting into trouble?

As the snow continued powdering the streets, Killian followed after his bumbling brother, flinching every time he ran into a passing stranger and greeted them with an overly enthusiastic 'Happy Christmas!' At least he hadn't begun singing. Yet.

Killian sighed and shook off the snow from his boots. The cuffs of his jeans were already soaked and freezing and his wool pea-coat wasn't doing nearly enough to keep out the cold. Already his lips were chapped and nose was numb. At still, his idiot brother continued to drag him along, heading for god-knows-where.

Shit, he thought as he suddenly looked up. The world around them was nothing but a foggy blur of grey and black and it registered for the first time that he had no bloody clue where they were.

"Liam!" Killian shouted, running up to his brother and pulling him to a halt.

"Kill'n, whaz wrong w'you?" He slurred angrily.

"You wanker! Look around." Killian waved his hand through the air, gesturing to the dark and empty street. The snow had turned the world around them into a featureless blur of vaguely car-shaped hills and frost-covered storefronts. All the shops were dark and the streets unpassable, waiting to be plowed.

Looking around, Liam shot a confused glare at his brother and shrugged. "Wha?"

"Look. Around." Killian growled, his jaw clenching. He took placed both hands on his brother's shoulders and spun him in a circle. "See anything?"

"No, jus' snow. And you, Captain Scrooge," Liam answered, merrily bopping him on the nose.

"Oh, feck off," Killian snapped, shoving his brother into a snow-covered bin. Or what looked like a bin. He couldn't be certain. "Notice anything familiar?"

"No." Liam laughed, flicking the snowflakes from his navy coat. A few flakes were caught in his scruff and with amount dusted among his curls, he looked a bit like one of those terrible mall Santas.

"My point exactly," Killian scoffed pointedly. "I've no bloody clue where we are."

"Oh." He huffed, finally catching onto his brother's surly mood. "Well…. Bollocks." He threw his hands up and immediately began chuckling.

The ire quickly dissipating under Liam's unrelenting cheerfulness, Killian softened and added, "I'm freezing my tits off. Let's just get a cab and go home." The fact that there hadn't been any cars on the roads was not entirely lost on him.

The mention of 'going home' only seemed to only spur on Liam's determination. He grabbed his brother around the neck, practically choking him, while Killian reached around and yanked at the curls on Liam's head to pull him off, scuffling around in the snow like children. It was a familiar routine of brotherly bonding that they always reverted to whenever they spent any amount of time together. Which was all the time. "Oh, c'mon, li'l brother. The night is young! And I want to sing," he pleaded, letting go of his hold.

"You can't sing to save your soul and you know it," Killian snarked, straightening out his clothing and running a hand through his thorough mussed hair. At least Liam's had fared worse. His curls were now sticking out in all directions and the blue and white striped scarf was hanging round his neck by only one end.

For some reason, though, there was an immediate shift in Liam's demeanor. It was like all of his happiness suddenly evaporated. His voice grew soft, and his eyes a bit misty. "You used to love to sing, Killian. Your voice was so…" The words drifted away, getting lost amidst the fog and dark.

Killian stilled, his whole body going rigid. He had no idea how to respond. True, he did love to sing, and he was good at it, but after losing Milah, he couldn't bring himself to continue with his music. The band had been their dream together, and without her, his heart just wasn't into the music anymore. None of that explained what Liam was getting so emotional about, though. His older brother had been never seemed overly thrilled that Killian chose to pursue a career in music anyway, always telling him that someday he'd have to wise up and get a real job. But as Killian thought about it, he remembered that despite all his talk, Liam had come to every gig he could, only missing when he was on deployment.

There was a slight hoarseness in his throat that he couldn't quite account for. "Now I know you're taking the piss. You never liked my singing," Killian said.

"Did too," Liam replied softly. Killian could only stare back as the silence became stifling. Then Liam scratched behind his ear, and gave him a half-smile as he began walking. "Jus' couldn't let that ego of yours get any bigger," he teased.

"Oi, I'll show you big!" Killian called out, glad to have an excuse to move past wherever this conversation was heading.

Liam was already halfway down the block, heading determinedly for the only building with lights still blazing. Granny's Diner, the sign read, the glow coloring the snow in shades of red and pink. Killian heaved a sigh of relief at the thought of warmth and food, and followed after Liam who was already inside.

However, the moment he entered the diner, Killian nearly turned right back around to take his chances in the snow. A wave of loud, discordant singing assaulted him as his eyes adjusted to the harsh fluorescent lights. Instantly, he felt his cheeks flush, and not just with the warmth of the room.

His git of a brother was leaning heavily against the back counter, serenading a very shocked waitress with strains of "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear."

Approaching with caution, Killian mentally prepared a handful of apologies and had them ready on the tip of his tongue. But that was until he got his first real glimpse at the woman Liam pestering, and the words left him.

She was beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Her green eyes were wide with shock, but her mouth already curving up into an amused smile. She was watching Liam with her arms crossed over her chest, but her posture indicated she was less annoyed than she seemed. However, as he approached, her demeanor seemed to change and he didn't fail to notice the way her eyes widened even more and her hands dug into her arms. Now, she looked terrified, hardly even able to meet his gaze. Of course she's scared, he thought. Two men and her practically alone in an empty diner in the middle of the night, who wouldn't be? And it surely didn't help that they were both well and truly sloshed.

Trying not to frighten her, Killian smiled lightly and held out his hands, trying to shout over his brother's loud, off-key voice. "Sorry, lass. He's just a bit pissed and has got it into his idiotic head that he wanted to go caroling. Just let him finish and we'll be out of your hair shortly."

She watched him carefully, eyes darting briefly between the two of them as if trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. A moment later, she must have decided he was as her arms dropped to her side and she shrugged. "It's fine," she answered, biting her bottom lip, and suddenly finding the glass-encased pies required her immediate attention. "He's not hurting anything. No one's here except me and the cook, Leroy. Let him sing."

Having forgotten all the words past the chorus, Liam had already moved on to "Deck the Halls." Killian groaned as he began to also throw in some questionable dance moves in time with the lyrics.

"Deck the halls with bits of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la!"

Killian rolled his eyes and hit his head on the counter when Liam tripped over the leg of one of the tables, causing the salt-and-pepper shakers to rattle. After a moment, he cautiously lifted his head and looked at the gorgeous blonde waitress. Her eyes darted back towards Liam, as if she had been caught staring at him. He expected to see more worry or anger on her face, but she was actually sort-of smiling. There was no way this wasn't making her want to run away screaming. Or call the police. "Are you sure about that, lass?"

"Follow me in merry measure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
While I tell of Yule tide treasure,"

(At this point, Liam growled and grumbled something about pirates, forgetting completely about the last part of the lyric and moving on to "Jingle Bells.")

She shrugged, closing her eyes for a moment as if mentally debating something. Finally, she turned to look at him fully and his breath nearly stopped when she gave him a full smile. "Yeah, why not?"

God, she was so beautiful.

Killian felt his skin began to heat up, and he found himself offering her a genuine smile in return. Suddenly, the noises his brother was making faded away into the background and all he could see was her. Who was this woman? She was like a beacon of light in a cold, dark world. He found himself feeling completely and totally fascinated by her. He wanted to know more about her. He wanted to know everything. But when he looked up, she was closing him off again, the tight line of her mouth giving away her nervousness. Scrambling for anything to help dissipate the sudden tension, he fell back on his flirtatiousness and charm. "Because my brother is a bloody wanker who can't carry a tune? Are you sure you're willing to take the chance that you might be deaf by the time he stops?"

"I can look after myself," she stated resolutely and he could tell by the way she said it that it wasn't a throwaway saying. Ah, she was a tough lass, no doubt. "Besides, with it being a holiday and the mountain of snow out there, I doubt anyone else will come in. Laughing at your brother seems to be a great way to pass the time."

"Aye, it is that," he agreed. "He's a constant source of amusement, I assure you. I'm Killian Jones, by the way. And that wailing banshee is Liam," he added with a cock of his thumb.

She bit her lip, the frown deepening for a second and Killian suddenly found that he had forgotten how to breathe at all. Then, she let out a little sigh and looked him straight in the eye. "Emma Swan," she replied.

A/N- Part two coming soon! Oh, and reviews make the best holiday gifts!