Charlotte Fallon or as she preferred to be called, Charli, stood in her kitchen wrapping plates in newspaper before placing them into a box. After finding out her husband was nothing but a cheating scumbag, Charli decided that it was time for a change of scenery for her and her son Cole.

Cole at this moment walked into the kitchen with a box putting it on the kitchen table.
"Are you done with the attic?" Charli asked.
Cole nodded. "Yeah." He said. "Last box, it has an ancient camera and a few photo albums I figured you'd want to go through." He mumbled walking out of the kitchen to play his video games in the living room. Charli sighed and ran a hand through her hair, to say her son was upset with them moving was an understatement. She had become her 14 year old sons nemesis overnight and she absolutely hated it.

Cole and his father were quite close and while he understood how hurt his mother was, he didn't understand why they had to move. Charli walked into the living room and stood in front of the T.V. with her hands on her hips.
"Mom. move, I can't see what I am shooting." Cole grumbled.
Charli raised an eyebrow and turned off the tv.
"Mom!" Cole yelled.
"Enough, Cole. let's talk about this." Charli said.
"Okay, this sucks, I don't want to go. I want to stay with Dad. There. I talked." Cole said and crossed his arms. Charli tried to push back the hurt from her sons words.
"We've discussed why that is not an option. Your father is away a lot on business."
And hooking up with the models I photograph.
"The agreement was, You can be with him during summer if you choose, but someone has to be here for you for the rest of the year and that is me because I am your mother."
"So why are we moving? I get you want to be away from Dad but this isn't fair to me!" Cole argued.
"I know it's not fair honey. But we're not just leaving because of your father, I got a job offer in Storybrooke, and it's my hometown, you will love it when you get there I promise. Please be patient with me."
"Whatever. Can I play my game now?" Cole asked.
"No. but what you can do is go finish packing your room." Charli said.
Cole growled in frustration and stood up kicking the couch.
"This sucks!" He yelled.
"Cole Nottingham!" Charli scolded her son who just rolled his eyes and stomped up the stairs to his room.

Charli sighed and walked back into the kitchen to finish packing. She looked at the box on the table and opened it. She smiled as she pulled out her old camera, She used this camera for taking pictures for the school yearbook back in Storybrooke. She put the camera to the side and picked up a photo album. She opened it and gasped at the photo of a teenage boy with dark hair and bright blue eyes The background of the photo was the boys locker room, and the boy was standing there with a raised eyebrow and a smirk plastered on his lips. It had been years since she had thought of him. She pulled the photo album to her chest and sighed.

"Come on Killian will you just smile?" Charli sighed as she lowered her camera.
"Oh will you lighten up Fallon, it's just yearbook."
"It's not just Yearbook Killian, it's THE yearbook. This is our senior year, this is the one that is really worth remembering so stop goofing off and friggin smile!" Charli demanded narrowing her blue eyes at him.

"Come on red, calm down." Robin grinned as he put Bunny ears over Graham's head yet again. Red was of course in reference to Charli's hair color. Graham smacked Robins hand away and smiled at Charli
"Come on, lets be nice to Charli. We do this to her every year." Graham said
"So its tradition." Will grinned and Jumped on Graham's back.
"You guys are impossible." Charlotte whined.
"Alright mates, let's take one good one for the lass." Killian said flashing Charli his signature smirk. She couldn't stay mad when he did that and he knew it. She smiled and raised her camera to finally get a decent picture of Storybrooke High's Hockey team.
"Alright guys, thank you for your cooperation...finally." Charli grinned and put her camera back in the bag.
"Alright, everyone on the ice for practice!" Killian shouted at the team "I'll be there in a moment." He said.
"Hurry up Jones. You can suck face with Fallon later." Coach Jim scoffed and walked out of the locker room.

"You should be getting out there Captain." Charli winked and pushed her hair behind her ears.
"Aye, I will." He grinned pushing Charli against the lockers lightly. "When I'm finished in here." He said and his lips met hers. Charli smirked against his lips wishing she could stay like this forever. He pulled away and pushed a stubborn strand of hair out of her eyes.
"You'll be at the game later right?" He asked. "First game of the year."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world Killian." Charli replied. "You know whenever you are on that ice, I am cheering in the stands."
"Aye. My biggest fan." He grinned and kissed her again.
"Jones! Lets go!" Coach Jim hollered from outside the locker room.
"I better go." Charli smiled. "I'll see you tonight." She said.
"See you tonight love. I love you."
"I love you too." She said kissing him on the cheek and walking towards the door. She turned briefly as he was pulling his shirt off to change into his gear and took out her camera snapping a picture.
"That for yearbook?" Killian chuckled.
"No, that is for my collection." Charli winked and walked out of the locker room.

Charli put the album back into the box. Her sleeve on her green sweater pushed up a bit revealing a small tattoo on her wrist of the letter K.
Would Killian still be there when she finally returned to town? She frowned and closed the box. Surely not. She didn't keep her promise to him, why would he have kept his promise to her?

"If you plan to be out of here by next week you should probably put things into boxes instead of taking them out."
Charli cringed and turned around glaring at her ex husband.
"What do you want Keith?" She asked. "Why are you even here?"
"Well, frankly it's my house. Where my son still lives until you run off with him." Keith said and rolled his eyes.
"Don't you dare blame anyone but yourself you bastard. You did this! While I was home, being a parent to OUR son, you were off in Europe with my models!" Charli hissed. "So don't you dare tell me how I am running off with him. You are too busy with your business trips to even pay attention to him half the time."
"You act like you are so bloody innocent." Keith sneered and grabbed her wrist. "When do you plan on telling our son what this K really means?"
Charli tried to pull her wrist away from him but he wouldn't let go
"I was never unfaithful to you." Charli spat.
"Physically. No. Mentally you were off in Storybrooke. It's no coincidence that you are returning there. Stop pretending it is. " Keith argued.
"I got this tattoo when I was 17 Keith. I was a kid. This had nothing to do with us and you know it you are just looking for someone other than yourself to point the finger at!" Charli yelled. "Now let go of me."

Keith glared at her tightening his grip on her wrist hard enough to where she felt tears sting her eyes.
"Mom!" Cole said as he was coming down the stairs. Keith quickly let go of Charli's wrist and they both turned to face their son as he entered the kitchen.
"Dad?" He asked confused and looked back and forth between them. "Whats going on?"
"Nothing." Charli said and cleared her throat. "What did you need?"
"I was going to see if I could go to the mall with Nick, I'll eat there."
"Did you finish your room?" Charli asked.
"Oh just let the boy go Charlotte. " Keith sighed. "Go on." He said smiling at his son.
"Thanks Dad." Cole said and took off.

"Thank you for that." Charli scoffed and stormed up the stairs to Coles room. Keith followed her.
"He's my son too. You keep him on too tight of a leash!"
"Forgive me for trying to keep him safe, in New York city Keith! Besides, he yelled at me earlier, he shouldn't be going out with his friends." Charli argued and looked around the room that had hardly been packed. "You want me out of your house? Help me pack." She said and tossed a box at him. Keith started putting sports trophies and metals in the box.

"You're pulling him away from his team, his friends." Keith reminded her.
"Storybrooke has a hockey team and he can visit his friends during breaks when we visit with my parents. I know you are trying to make me feel bad, but you are the one who is kicking me out of the house so you can live here with your plaything so don't go there with me, either shut up and pack, or get out because I am not going to deal with you right now." Charli mumbled and started packing what she could of Cole's clothes.
"Just make sure you are out by next friday." Keith scoffed and walked out of the room. Charli flipped him the bird when his back was turned and sat down on her sons bed looking around the room letting a tear slip out of her eye.

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Killian Jones buttoned up his Navy blue dress shirt and tucked it into his black jeans. He rolled up the sleeves glancing down at the letter C tattooed on his wrist, He had spent many years not thinking about the tattoo, or Charli Fallon and her broken promises, but this morning for whatever reason she was the first thing on his mind when he woke up.

Killian put on his black leather waistcoat and buttoned it before running his fingers through his hair styling it the way he wanted it. He walked into the office of his small one bedroom home and grabbed his laptop bag and pulled the lesson plan he had worked on last night off of his desk and shoved it into the bag. If someone had told him 15 years ago that he would have been a high school World History teacher, he probably would have laughed, come to find out he actually enjoyed teaching but more so than teaching, he loved the second half of his job which was coaching for the school hockey team. The same school he played for all those years ago. The kids he worked with could be boneheaded pains in the arse, but he had to remember that he was in there shoes at one point.

Killian was running a bit behind, the wait for his coffee this morning was longer than expected making him late to his first class of the day, his freshmen class. When he got into the room, as he figured his classroom as in chaos. 9th graders couldn't be left unattended for 5 bloody minutes. Students were throwing paper balls at each other and hollering, and in the middle of it, sat a new face. He had auburn hair, and he kept his green eyes forward. He had earbuds in blocking out the chaos. His arms were crossed over his desk and his chin was resting on them. He was clearly not happy to be here. Killian dug into his pocket and grabbed his whistle that he used for coaching and blew into it. The shrill sound made everyone quickly quiet down and hurry to their seats.

"Can anyone explain to me why the lot of you were running around like a pack of wild animals?" Killian asked. Everyone was quiet. Killian set his eyes on the likely source of the trouble in the back of the class, three of the boys from his Hockey team who were grinning and whispering among themselves.
"Ramsey, Stewart, and Dallas, If you three are looking for a quick way to lose your spots on the team this year, keep it up." Killian barked.
"Sorry Coach.."
"Don't say it, show it." Killian said and then looked back to the new student.
"Who have we here?" He asked. The boy, still having his earbuds in oblivious to the world around him of course didn't respond. Killian sighed and walked over and took the earbuds out of the boys ears.
"Hello, Welcome to school. We learn here. Put the ipod away." Killian said probably a little harsher than he should have been with the new student.

The boy scoffed and shoved his ipod and earbuds into his pocket and leaned back in his chair narrowing his green eyes. There was something about the boy that seemed familiar, his face, his hair but Killian just couldn't place it.
"What is your name?" Killian asked.
"Cole." The boy muttered.
"Do we have a last name?" Killian asked.
"Nottingham." Cole sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Well, Mr. Nottingham welcome to 9th grade World History, I'm Mr. Jones, or Coach as you will hear me be called by many students. As well as being your new history teacher, I coach for the Hockey team." Killian said. Cole perked up just a bit at the mention of Hockey. Killian could work with that, if he could get through the attitude first. Why did this boy remind him so much of someone, and why couldn't he place who it was?

After class, Killian asked Cole to stay behind for a moment. Cole gave him a look that suggested he would rather eat paste.
Breathe Killian. You were his age once.
"You aren't in trouble.. Well not really, It's just you just seemed to be off in Neverland somewhere while I was teaching."
"So? It's just History dude.." Cole sighed. "It's already happened."
"Aye, that is true, but its still required that you learn it to graduate unfortunately, so maybe show me the least bit of respect and listen when I am teaching?" Killian asked.
"Sure. Whatever." Cole mumbled not making eye contact with him just rolling his pencil back and forth on his desk. "Can I go?"
Killian put a note on his desk.
"What is this?" Cole asked.
"I like to know my student's parents, so I can make sure there is no problems with understanding homework assignments and maintain contact in case anything should come up concerning your behavior, and as you've just missed Parent teacher conferences, I'd like your mum or dad to come see me. I have a free period at 10 every day. So make sure whoever is in charge of you gets that please." Killian explained.
"Okie Doke." Cole said sarcastically and stood up. "Now can I go?"
"Aye. Come to class with a better attitude tomorrow morning, Mr. Nottingham, I'd hate to see you in detention for your second day."
Cole just left the room without another word.