Emma shivered at the biting wind whipping through the street as she crossed from one alley to the next, the tight, thin dress beneath her jacket doing little to help keep her warm. She’d chosen it earlier that night hoping to impress a certain teaching assistant from one of the classes she and Neal shared. Killian Jones. A doctoral candidate several years her senior, and super hot to boot, Emma couldn’t deny she’d initially started flirting with him just to get under Neal’s skin, but as the semester went on and her overtures were met with equally witty and flirtatious banter, Emma had to admit there was something about Killian Jones that drew her to him.
Emma rolled her eyes, and not some mystical, mumbo jumbo, supernatural bullshit. A scoff left her lungs, hanging before her in a mist of cold sarcasm as she recalled her ex’s words warning that Jones wasn’t human. Shaking her head, Emma thought to herself, “Well, what the hell is he then, Neal?”
Emma was about to find out.
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She wanted to wrap her arms around herself and just bury her face in her arms. In Killian's arms. In his warmth. In his scent. Her Killian. (Sequel to "Resist It" but can be read as a one-shot)
Emma Swan doesn't want to lie about her relationship with Killian Jones, friend and roommate of her best friend's boyfriend, but she cannot face Mary Margaret's "I told you so" face. The easiest thing to do is just pretend to hate each other.
If there are ‘abort mission’ signs above her head, Neal choses to ignore them. The fool. “You can’t trust him. He’s a… a pirate.”
“Yeah, well, he’s my pirate, so…”
When Elsa admitted that she had no control over the ice swirling around and seeping into Emma’s bloodstream, Emma knew fear unlike any she’d experienced yet.
She just--she wanted to believe that everything was going to be okay.
And that they would all live, happily ever after.
(She was barely conscious and did not see the glow of the wishing star in the ice underneath her.)
After the Ice Wall, Emma comes face-to-face with some facts about her future. (time travel/time swap/time slip) -- or, what happens when two people choose not only to see the best in each other, but to acknowledge the mess they stand upon.
posted in two parts for Captain Swan January Joy 2020