A/N: oKAY oh my God I'm really excited but really scared? This is my first Captain Swan multichapter, so please be kind as I give it a go. The story will earn its M rating further on, I'll make sure to warn y'all if anyone wishes to skip our most caliente bits. For now, rating T goes to language.

English is not my first language and even though I checked a billion times, you may find some errors. I'm on the quest to find myself a beta reader, so hopefully the next chapter will be more polished (and bigger, I promise) :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time or its characters. I wish Killian and Emma were on HBO, though.

Killian Jones.

A name, twelve letters and an absurd capacity to change her life.

It had been almost four years since she last read it, paying little attention to it. Emma shamelessly admitted that what caught her eye was his handsome face, the striking blue eyes registered by the small picture on the corner of the page. Even before she finished reading his file, a warm feeling had settled in her stomach, as she knew she had found the chosen one after so many disappointments, and the most incredible part of it all was that she would never have to even meet him to make everything happen.

Her life had changed indeed, all for the better, because of a man she had counted on never knowing. She had imagined before how it would feel to bump into him on a busy day out in the city, if she would even recognize him at all. Would she feel anything besides eternal gratitude? Protectiveness? Fear? God, what was her life?

It was just her luck she was about to find out.

A knock on the door and not enough seconds later the man himself opened the door for her. He smiled, innocent to the fact she was about to drop a bomb on him. Welcomed her inside, thanked her for choosing his company for her project. It would've been funny, really, had he known the context. His office was beautiful, glass walls facing the city, furniture and decorations of fine taste. Emma took a seat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk, eyes shifting to the two picture frames that faced the other way. Photographs of his girlfriend? Wife, maybe? Perhaps even children. It hadn't struck her until now how many lives she could be changing by simply contacting him.

Before she could regret it, raise from the chair and apologize, tell him it had all been a mistake, Emma met his eyes from across the desk, eyes so identical to the ones she had waiting for her in a hospital bed that very moment. That set her mind.

"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Mr Jones—

"Please, call me Killian." He offered her another smile again, and Emma tried to mimic it, hoping she didn't look like the psychopath she was feeling.

"Killian." She tested the taste of his name in her tongue, and figured she could stomach it. It was difficult, looking at him and finding so many similarities, ones she had no idea she would know before she chose his file. The dimples on his cheeks. The elfic shape of his ears. His eyes. Jesus fucking Christ, his eyes.

Nearly choking on her own saliva, Emma spoke. "I'm sorry. I believe scheduling a meeting with your secretary made you believe I was a client." The small frown that formed on his face was another thing Emma had seen before, these days more often than not. She swallowed the sudden knot in her throat and continued. "My name is Emma. Emma Swan. Four years ago, I decided I wanted to be a mother."

If Killian had any idea of what she was hinting on, he didn't show it. The man seemed utterly confused, and Emma gave up on the little hope she had this would be fast and easy. "I'm not married, as I wasn't at the time. I wasn't in a serious relationship. But I had money, and I knew I wanted a kid." Killian seemed as dumbfolded as before. Did this man even blink? "I trusted on the services of the Gold Fertility Clinic."

Finally. There it was, the slow realization of the subject she was bringing up. Killian opened his mouth once, twice, before it formed a firm line on his face. Emma Swan wasn't someone who got scared so easily, especially by a man, but she took little pride on admitting she had no idea what to expect of him next.

"It's been a while since I last heard that name." Killian confessed at last, sounding neutral, and if anything else, nostalgic. "I received an e-mail from the clinic exactly four years ago, informing me the last of my samples had been discarded, hence the contract I signed." His british accent punctuated his every word, and he sounded as calm as Alfred from The Dark Knight Batman trilogy. "Figured I'd never hear from them again."

Guilt settled over Emma's shoulders again. What was she doing? This man had a life, a pretty good one if his office was any indication of it, and she had marched right in without any invitation telling him life changing things. "I'm sorry", she apologized again, dumbly, and felt traitor tears making their way to the bottom of her eyes. Emma looked down, ashamed. He did not need to see her cry, this whole situation was ridiculous enough as it was. Killian seemed concerned when she faced him again, a tissue so quickly in hand to offer her she would've smiled if the situation was any different. She accepted the squary fabric with shaky hands, but didn't use it. She chose to speak instead.

"I have a daughter. Her name is Penelope— Penny. We call her Penny. She is the most beautiful, smart, amazing little girl this world has ever seen and she's sick. It's been nearly a month she's in and out of the hospital and the doctors have no idea what it could be." She's full on a crying mess now, something she would never allow a stranger to see, but she has a child with this man. They're past the point of shame. "I hate to barge in on your life like this, I tried to postpone it for as long as I could but they only have a part of your medical history and— I wouldn't even be asking if—"

Emma hadn't expected to be hugged so suddenly, and by him out of all people. She isn't even sure how she's not in the fancy chair anymore and ends up in his arms, but she is so thankful he has taken the initiative because she needed it. In a moment of weakness, she allows herself to sob against the chest of this man, a man who had given her the biggest gift she ever got even though he hadn't signed up for it. One of his hands are in her hair, and he hears the humming on his throat while he speaks, accent just as calm as before, as his universe hadn't been shaken to the core when she walked into his office.

"It's okay, Emma. It's okay. She'll be alright." It sounds too much like the promises the doctors make, but for an interely different and perhaps wrong reason, she trusts him way more. "I'm here. I'll do whatever it takes for Penelope to be okay again."

A/N: I apologize for the short chapter, but it was my intention to keep it small. Up next, we'll have Killian's point of view, find out about why in heaven would he decide to lend his blessed sperm to a clinic, and of course, learn more about little Penelope Swan and Emma's life. Other characters from the show will participate, so hold onto your hats.

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