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On the Banks of the Acheron

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Killian and Liam were fixing up the deck of the Jewel of the Realm - Liam had insisted on going back to her original name - when they saw Henry running down the dock.

"Your dad's boat is in the park, and he's freaking people out!"

It was understandable considering Davy was the ferryman for Hades, but the Jones boys knew he was only there for a visit to see them.

And that's how Killian and Liam came to be sitting in a booth at Granny's, exposing their father to something he had never experienced before: fried food.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said as Granny put a plate of chili cheese fries down in front of him.

"As long as you don't take me with you today, you can eat whatever you want," she said with a sarcastic smile.

"Definitely not today, Ms. Lucas."

"You can call me Edith," she told him sweetly.

Killian gave her a perplexed look as she walked away. He knew no one - no one! - in Storybrooke who was allowed to call Granny by her first name. She was either trying to be extra nice to his father so he wouldn't take her back or she was… No, there was no way that the widow Lucas was flirting with his father, who worked for Hades. Gross.

Killian felt a hand slide over his shoulder, and he turned just in time to have Emma plant a gentle kiss on lips. Then she pulled away, gave him a mischievous smile, and slid into the seat across from him. The seat right next to his father.

"Captain Jones," she said, sticking her hand out to welcome him.

Davy held up his cheese-covered fingers with an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. "But it truly is a pleasure to meet you, Emma."

"You know my name?"

"I know everyone's name!" He starting to point at people in the diner. "Archie. Leroy. Jonathan."

"Um, actually his name is Happy."

"He's happy because his real name is Jonathan and not Leroy," Davy said as he reached for the plate in front of him. "Would you like some fries?"

Emma smiled. "Thank you, but I prefer onion rings."

"What are onion rings?" he replied.

"Oh, you need to try Granny's onion rings."

Killian soon found himself listening to his father and the woman he loved swap stories about him while he sat across from them at Granny's. He wasn't sure if he liked this new relationship between them.

"You know, I'm right here," he said in an agitated voice after the two of them finally stopped laughing about some embarrassing incident from Killian's childhood.

"Oh, we know, Killy," she replied teasingly. "And on that note, while I wish I could stay, I promised I would baby sit Neal for my parents. Davy, it's been a pleasure."

"Likewise, lass," he said with a smile.

She leaned over and gave him a quick hug. "Next time you're in town, I have a guest room for you."

Then Emma got up and gave Killian another kiss before heading out the door. The Jones family followed a few minutes later after Davy finally finished up his grilled cheese and once again complimented Granny on her cooking.

The sun had set as they began to walk back to the river in the park, working on a plan for Davy's next visit. But as they got to the river bank, there was no ferry to be found.

"What happened to your boat?" Killian asked him.

Davy responded with a sly smile. "Cora isn't the only one who can cloak ships from view." Killian gave him a surprised look. "Yes, I know about that, son. One of the many things she was bragging about when I saw her a few days ago."

Killian couldn't help but smile and threw his arms around his father. "Please take care of yourself."

"I always do," Davy said. "Take care of Liam for me."

"I'll try," he responded.

Davy pulled away and walked over to his older son. "And you take care of Killian," he said, wrapping his arms around Liam.

"Of course."

The boys watched as their father took a step on the river, his boat's cloaking spell disappearing as its captain set foot on the deck again. Then Davy pushed off from the bank and gave them a quick wave before turning to begin his journey back to the Underworld.

"We have quite a strange family, don't we?" Killian asked as he stared out over the water.

"But it's nice to be a family again, isn't it?" Liam asked.

"That it is." he replied. "Now, if I remember, we have to go back so I can show you how to fix that ripped sail."

Liam rolled his eyes. "The only reason you know how to fix a sail is because I taught you," he said. "Besides, I thought you had someone else to be tonight."

"That I do."

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Killian knocked quietly, doing his best to not wake up baby Neal. Emma opened the door and smiled. "Hi," she whispered.

"Hi," he said quietly, leaning forward to kiss her before walking into her house. "Still baby-sitting?"

"Yes." She looped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. "Any particular reason you ask?" she asked teasingly.

"Oh, I have a few, starting with not being interrupted."

He pushed her back against the door and kissed her deeply, her lips warm and soft against his. She moaned softly and threaded her fingers through his hand at the nape of his neck. He missed her hands on him. He had spent too long without her touch in the Underworld.

Neal fussed in the crib set up in Emma's living room, distracting them enough to give Killian the chance to breathe again. Emma's head leaned back against the door, her smile infectious as she took in her pirate.

"So." Her hands slowly slipped from his coat, but her warm look remained. "Want to snuggle up and watch some Netflix?"

Killian couldn't help but smile. "Only if it's something you've quoted before so I'll know what you're referring to for once."

"Then I guess it's time to introduce to you to Marty McFly."

"The time-traveling wizard?"

Emma gave him a knowing smile and slid her hand into his. "Come on, pirate. I have alot to teach you."

He raised an eyebrow and gave her a devilish look. "I promise to be a dedicated student."

(To be fair, Emma did teach him one thing that night: what her father would look like when he found his grown daughter kissing a pirate, even if it was on her own sofa in her own house. Unfortunately, Killian still had no idea who Marty McFly was.)