Yup, I finally gave in to my second fav trope ever and here it is. Some sweet fake dating.

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Emma threw the phone on the bed a bit angrily, chickening out at the last minute again. This was the eleventh time during the day where she picked up her phone, hovered her finger over the goofy picture of the man with blue-eyes (the one contact she had promised to delete months ago but never did), and after almost touching her finger on the little green button beside his picture, shut her phone off.

It had been exactly six months, thirteen days, and four hours since Emma Swan broke up with the best thing that ever happened to her. Happiness and love flooded her life in the forms of a cocky blue-eyed and scruffy jawed Brit lawyer almost two years ago.

The first time Emma flirted with Killian Jones was on a beautiful autumn day when she had accidently gotten confused between him and a sleazy douchebag she was supposed to bring in to the station (not her fault that the only description she got was blue eyes and British accent). Throughout the time they both spent in that cute little coffee shop, she could feel his eyes on her, watching and admiring, while she was scanning the area and trying to figure out whether he was her paycheck. After he invited himself over to her table, with two coffees, a grin, and a compliment, she flirted right back with him, loosening him up a bit.

Once he was completely relaxed, and she made a show of being late to her work (she owned a bakery this time), he offered to walk her to her car, falling completely in her trap. As they reached her yellow bug, him complimenting her on her taste in vehicles and color, she grabbed his bicep and pushed him harshly to her car, trapping his lean body between her car and herself. Her front was tightly pressed to his back and she was holding his wrists behind him.

"I didn't expect you liked it rough, Swan" he smirked, turning slightly in her hold and winking at her.

"Shut up Jones, you are under arrest" she seethed, tying the handcuffs and shoving him into the backseat of her car.

She called Graham to inform him about her success as she locked the doors and checked up on him from her rear view mirror. The entire trip to the station he had a lazy and amused grin on his face and asked her whether the things she told him about herself were true. With a roll of her eyes she told him everything was true except the part of her job of course.

The lazy smirk was still etched on his face once he was seated in her chair at the station with Graham waiting on the perps wife to come and identify him and ask whether he wanted to go to jail, or she could just withdraw her charges if the man agreed to pay.

To say the least, once the wife entered, it was chaotic.

She burst into tears upon seeing Killian, Graham tried to soothe her, and Emma was confused between answering Graham's questions, trying to decipher what the crying wife was saying, and ignoring the loud laughs coming from the man sitting handcuffed in her chair.

At the end of the day, Graham forced her to agree to his offer of dinner for the night once he found out the blue-eyed Brit was a lawyer.

Emma not so begrudgingly agreed as she didn't want to get sued. (Plus the man was hot). He had left with a wink to her and a "Great! It's a date, love".

Emma flirted with him for the second time during their dinner date - it's our third date Swan, the coffee house the first, the police station second, and now this the third - she still remembered his voice and the teasing grin he wore then.

Fast-forward to a year later and they were happily in love.

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Emma picked up her phone again, and after taking a deep breath she opened his contact, and just as she was about to press the green button, her phone vibrated with a text from her mother.

Emma, Granny wants Killian to bring his apple pie recipe. Can't wait to see you both JLove you, Mom

She threw the phone and buried her head in her hands, her fingers digging into her scalp. They broke up six freaking months ago, a small tiny little detail which Emma managed to omit from her family. Not her fault that her family was practically in love with the guy, probably even more than Emma was, and she never had the heart to tell them that it's over between them. Plus, there was the fact that she didn't want to hear the same lecture from her mother about not being afraid of love and commitment, that not every guy is going to leave her like Neal (certainly not Killian, honey, he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars).

Her parents lived a six hour flight away from her in Storybrooke, and their family business kept them grounded in the small quaint town, so the chances of them ever finding out that she broke up with the best boyfriend ever were very slim. Of course she never considered the fact that her parent's 30th anniversary was this year and they were doing a big celebration, inviting all of their friends and family, and Emma being their only child had to be there (and she wanted to be there).

Emma contemplated just calling her mother and coming clean with the truth but she didn't want her to spend her anniversary celebrations being worried that her emotionally closed off daughter who finally had found love and happiness was back at square one again. And had let go of the best thing that ever happened to her because she got scared of commitment, scared of the unconditional and loyal way Killian Jones loved her, adored her, and cherished her. But with these nice feelings came the fear of being left heartbroken again, and she let it eat her up, ignoring all the other perfect aspects of her relationship, and thus ended up making the biggest and stupidest mistake of her life. She broke his heart, and hers along with him.

He'd left with his mouth set in a thin line, his cheeks covered in tearstains (matching her own), and with a kiss to her forehead.

Not wanting to break her parent's heart and everyone else in Storybrooke, and with the itch she had to just see him once more, wanting to know how he is doing, she picked up her phone and instead of lingering over his contact, pressed the green call button.

After three rings, and eight months, thirteen days, and four hours, she finally heard his shaky exhale, "Hello"

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