Hi there... this fic is the first I've written in about 2 years... I've been between a rock and a hard place in RL and hoping to work my way back to life through writing again. :)

This is at the moment a two chapter story, and I think it could just stand alone as it is... BUT I got some ideas I work on inside my head... but still not sure how far I'll go with this. So if you got some ideas please let me know.

I first saw Once Upon a Time about 5 months ago and have been "hooked" (pun intended... :D :) )on it ever since... and currently rewatching it for the second time. I'm in LOVE with Hook/Killian :P 3 and my favorite ship IS CaptainSwan :)

AND this is as AU as I ever have done before... In my recent quest to read as many CaptainSwan fics as possible, I have always had a hard time reading completely AU fics, like them meeting in high school and giving it that "modern"/nonmagic twist. This story has NO magic whatsoever... :)

The story is TOTALLY inspired by Christina Perri's music video The Words... from the first time I watched that video I just knew that I had to work out a fic for this... that story in there is so beautiful... and I absolutely adore that it's inspired by CaptainSwan. 3

A million thanks to Syd K for beta reading for me, I'm danish, so English is not my native language...

CHAPTER 1

Word

A word

One word... was all it took.

...until he was captured, ensnared really into what he would only be able to call love. In all his life he had never experienced that particular feeling this intense, not even with Milah. The mere thought of his past love brought heartache and grief. The tragedy of her too sudden death was something that he had not yet let himself let go of. Much to the dismay of his brother who had been on the sideline the past two years. His brother had let him grief but kept him aware that there was a world outside his little sanctuary he had created for himself. Who would have thought that he a former sailor, and navy man would settle down as a gardener, florist to be more specific.

But looking around his little piece of heaven he knew that this was what he wanted to do with his life. it was a slow-paced and therapeutic kind of work that let him settle down and be content with the life that he had created for himself. He owned a little house in the outskirts of a small little town near Vancouver. It was just the right kind of place for him to be, no one lived near enough, to really bother him all that much. Though he was very well liked in the small community, but most people knew him to be one that wanted to be left alone. Only the occasional invite to this or that town get-together.

He worked parttime at the shipyard nearby, but his great passion was the little wonders he created in his greenhouse, and inside his house as well. Some of the more delicate plants, his orchids required a bit more care and heat. He had a deal with a small flower shop inside Vancouver, and every month he would make the 1-hour drive to the shop, delivering a shipment of his beautiful creations.

This morning was like so many other mornings, he would wake up take a bath, drink his coffee and eat his breakfast while reading the local newspaper. Then he walked over to his work table standing in the middle of his living room, it divided the spacious room in two. One side was his work area, all filled with various orchids, in every color imaginable. The other side was his living area, with a small 3 person couch, it had been in the house when he moved in, the faded fabric was in a pale green color. He had liked the color and kept the couch when he had moved in two years ago. The room also held a rickety worn out wicker chair that he never used, the small tv in the corner, and a small bookshelf filled with various books on botany and gardening.

He began moving plants and flowers that were due to be shipped out to the flower shop, lining them up on his work desk. Then meticulously started working his way through every plant, making sure that all the stems and leaves were intact and fit for sale. His passion for orchids especially was great and he took some extra care in securing the delicate flower stems to the rods, so nothing would happen to them.

He walked out to his truck with the first crate and placed them in the back of his truck. Stopping shortly to admire the view over the meadow spread out in front of his house. In the distance he noticed the 10 o'clock freight train bound for the big city, chucking its way through the landscape. It took little time until he had all the crates loaded in his truck and made sure he had filled his travel coffee mug with steaming hot coffee.

It was mid-autumn and the chill had started to creep over the land these past few weeks. The drive in itself was uneventful, nothing out of the ordinary, but little did he know that this day was about to be turned upside down merely by a quick word shared with a total stranger.

Pulling up in front of the well-known shop, "North Flowers", he walked out and without noticing much else around him. He began lifting out the crates and carry them inside. Once inside the familiar earthy smell combined with various different flowers scents filled his nostrils, and he felt warm and welcome. Scanning the room he only saw one customer looking at some flower pots by the wall. She wore a red leather jacket and had long wavy blond hair. But before he had time to linger any more on the woman a voice was heard: "ah you came Jones, so nice to see you again." The woman speaking was the owner of the shop, a tall blond woman who one would think of as being a bit snobbish if you only just saw her. But he knew better. He had known Elsa North and her sister Anna for about one and a half years now; ever since he had tried to make sales of his flowers and plants he grew in his greenhouse. It had really been his brother's idea that he would try and make it into some form of small business. He knew that his brother had hoped that it would bring more out into the world. It worked, somewhat.

His brother's girlfriend Elsa owned the small flower shop and he had suggested that they met to make some form of business deal. Elsa had been delighted in starting out a business deal with him, their shop was also small and tried to survive in the big city glamour. They did fairly good as they had a few great deals with some party/wedding planners and that made it all work out.

"Hello Elsa, yes I made it this month too." He smiled and walked over to the counter placing the first crate on it. "I have 5 more crates out in my truck, I'll just bring them in and we can look it over and find a price."

As he walked out of the shop he noticed the woman with the red leather jacket now looking at some flower arrangements near the window,m As he passed her on his way out, they briefly had eye contact and nodded politely to one another. He was suddenly feeling like everything went into slow motion for a short second, but then he shook it off and went out to get the remaining crates. On each trip out to his truck, he found himself scanning the shop trying to locate the woman. When he placed the last crate on the counter he looked over his shoulder and found her looking straight at him. He gave her a small lopsided smile and suddenly she found the flower in front of her very interesting. Apparently, his smile was still on his lips as he turned around to face Elsa, who then crooked her eyebrow at him asking him silently what he found so amusing. He shook his head and mumbled something incoherent while he tried to lift out the first plant, but it seemed as if something had made him slightly clumsy as he almost tipped the poor plant, spilling out some of the soil all over the counter. Quickly he tried to repair the damage while still mumbling to himself. Elsa laughed at it waving her hand in an attempt of telling him that it was okay. When the flower had been saved he scratched his ear nervously, trying to explain to himself why he was suddenly acting this way. He came up short and then tried to focus on the price negotiations he was about to have with Elsa. They made a deal as to settle a price at each delivery, as it was very different what type of flowers he came into the shop with each month.

When he said his goodbye to Elsa he turned and was surprised that he felt a little sad that he didn't spot the woman in the red leather jacket. Sighing silently to himself and pulled himself out of the strange daze that he had found himself in he walked out of the shop with a final wave to Elsa.

When he walked up to his truck he had to pause for a second as the very same woman from the shop was leaning against his truck, biting at her lips nervously. He felt a stupid grin spread over his face. Trying to shake it off, he walked over to the truck and placed the empty crates he had carried, into the truck. Taking a deep breath he took what he later realized to be a life-changing decision and walked up to the woman.

"Hi" That one word was all it took for his life to change forever.

AN: thanks for reading… please leave me a review… thanks