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Justice in high heels
My past wasn't all that it's cracked up to be. I hopped from foster home to foster home only to grow up and have my own adopted off kid come find me. Now? My parents are Snow White and Prince charming...yeah try to swallow that pill. Welcome to the life of Emma Swan.
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Indie Emma Swan RP blog
Gulping, he used the bench itself to push out from underneath the structure and after standing, brushed the dirt off of himself. “I-I-I didn’t mean to hurt nothin’, Ma’rm… I was just layin’ down.” Curse the stutter - curse the unknown origin of his need to be under things. “H-honestly I’m k-kinda lost…”
She let out a soft sigh. He was just some dopey guy. Figured Miss Potts would complain about such a type. She sighed and held a hand up. “Don’t worry about it…just…benches are nicer to sit on…than under. You might want to try it sometime…”, she forced a smile as she managed a quick shrug. She blinked for a moment, lifting a blonde brow. “Lost? Where you trying to go?”
The moment he caught sight of a sunshine-gold rooftop swerving into the parking lot, he let a miniature smile come across his lips - one small enough to go unnoticed. It could have been Killian, or Gold himself, in the car and he’d be willing to jump in to get away. Luckily, though, it was the blonde that he’d missed seeing climb out of the driver’s seat for nearly eleven years.
Shaking his head, Neal bent down and tossed his bag into the backseat before climbing in, thanking her on the way down. “Emma, it’s fine,” he assured her. “Can we just get the hell out of here before someone else tried to stick a needle in me?” Pulling the car door shut, he leaned against it in a way that was less comfortable than it was and looked up to her, the smile that had formulated before growing a little.
“Oh! But I was just about to pull my own needle out and stick ya with it”, she quipped, a smirk playing upon her lips as her eyes twinkled in his direction. This was easy. Their joking, the teasing. When they got like that, it was easy to forget the past, the tension, the pain. She couldn’t even get how they were like that. Sure it was how they started off but when she saw him once again, eleven years later…did she really expect them to remain that way?
No. She had gone through the scenario a billion times, every single outcome. She’d yell at him, maybe a slap here and there, and then there were the rare ones that involved a kiss, professions of love. Instead, she got ‘You can yell at me at the bar’. Figured. She pulled the car out of the parking lot and for a moment…there was this awkward silence. It hung there, thick enough to cut with a knife. She had to break it. She glanced to him and tried to muster up a nervous smile. “So um…feeling better? I mean…anything extra I need to know…or whatever?”
“I didn’t know you were a train. Thank you for clearing that up for me.”
She blinked and quirked up a brow. “Seriously? That’s your comeback? What are you…five?”
He leaned against the frame of the door and folded his arms across his chest coolly, allowing the faintest of grins to play at the corner of his mouth in a last-ditch effort to make it appear as if he wasn’t about to implode from the discomfort. In honesty, he had only half-expected her to show up on his doorstep, and only half of that part of him had even begun to prepare what he’d wanted to say.
That fact grew evermore persistent by the second.
“Actually, I was hoping that you’d come inside before we started talking business,” he smirked with a tilt of his head, waving a hand in through the barrier.
Come inside? Was he serious? Did he not remember that whole awkward moment the other day? Was she the only one present there? She sucked in a breath and shifted slightly on her feet. She spared a quick glance into his opened door as she pursed her lips and looked up to the man before her. “Fine…I’ll come in but I’m not drinking anything you offer…last time I did that, I wake up with my hands tied behind me…”
Part of her felt like he wouldn’t do that, that this was something else. But after…whatever that was the other day and just her being her, Emma wasn’t ready to trust anyone…even the mad Hatter.
He had to understand, right? She didn’t even bother to ask as she side stepped him and moved into his home.
“I’m hearin’ a whole lot of all talk, but no doing. Go ahead, Swan girl. Do your worst. In fact..” ”I’d love to see you try.”
She snorted and rolled her eyes lightly. “Really now? Challenging me? Oh trust me…I have more than words ready for you….” She didn’t care if this wasn’t the best interest, all she felt was anger. Anger she lost Neal, anger about Henry. She reached for the gun resting at her hip and narrowed her eyes at her target.
With few belongings in-hand, he stepped out into the world that he hoped he would never see again. Well, the faces at least. Neal adjusted the strap of his small bag on his shoulder before stepping towards the curb in front of Storybrooke’s lonely hospital, glancing about for that familiar little stolen Bug. “Must’ve got caught up at work,” the man mumbled to himself, shaking his head a bit at the thought of spending more time than needed anywhere near the place he’d spent his past few weeks.
Shit. Shit. Shit! Of all days Miss Potts had to complain about her neighbor, it had to be today? She knew the woman was older and she knew she had a nice demeanor but good god she could complain with the best of them! And today, today was the day she needed to be out on time but instead the older woman just kept talking…and talking…and talking until the temptation to just roll her eyes over and over overwhelmed the blonde. It was with a clever distraction of a neighborhood cat being chased by a dog that startled the woman and for once, Emma had been so thankful for the silly animal fight.
Soon enough, she was within her old bug and heading off to the hospital. Her stomach was in knots, her heart pounding. He was finally getting out and she just couldn’t be happier but at the same time, so many unanswered questions would just be laid out there. What if the answers he had weren’t the ones she wanted to hear? She pushed the thoughts out of her head as she could see the hospital not too far off from view and right there stood a very frustrated looking Neal. She pulled off an apologetic smile as she parked the car and rushed out to open the door for him, still not completely sure of what he could and couldn’t do. “Sorry…sorry! I mean it was Miss Potts and, well I mean have you ever met her? That woman can talk! So…it wasn’t entirely my fault…”, she held both hands up in a defensive pose.
The Watcher glanced up from his place under a park bench, which he hadn’t expected anyone to want to sit on, and stopped plucking at the grass strands that stuck up around him. “I-I-I’m sorry… D-did you want me t-to move?”
The thing about being the sheriff of a small town, especially a town filled with fairytale characters, was that the calls that came in were always mundane. Really, didn’t they have more excitement in them rather than Mother Goose complaining about a bum sleeping in the park? Still, here she was, looking down at the man below. He didn’t really look like bum and he most definitely wasn’t sleeping on the bench..but under it? She squinted her eyes for a moment trying to figure out what the hell was going on but instead she just felt clueless. So, she pursed her lips and tilted her head curiously. “Um…any reason you’re tearing up town property like that?”
|Squiggly starry thingy from Neal|
Feeling sick to your stomach was one way of describing it but right now, Emma felt as if she was down right ready to vomit. Alright, that was probably exaggeration. The reality was that was how she had been feeling for days now. From the moment the green glow of the swirling portal disappeared, the blonde had felt a horrible mix of relief and fear. She had somehow managed to keep the man she had just confessed to still love but the gunshot had wounded him quite badly. From there on it was all a blur of ambulance sirens and a whirlwind of doctors.
For three whole days she wasn’t even allowed to step foot into his room, even though Whale had comforted her with the fact that the curly haired man would often mumble her name in his deep sleep. But she was already beside herself. Somehow, this felt like her fault. This whole dumb curse and her being the savior, him having to let her go and somehow bringing him here. If he had stayed in New York would Tamara have left him be? She still couldn’t count the number of times their son would find her in the hospital waiting room, head bent down, hands running madly through her hair or fingers rubbing at her pulsing temples. The boy would tell her it was all going to be okay and to chin up and all of those positive thinking feels. Really, how was he their kid again?
But then the third day came and the light haired doctor finally came to her, another of those head-bowed moments, and placed a hand upon her shoulder simply as all that was uttered was, “You can see him now”. She would blink, stare up at him with wide eyes as if trying to believe him and when the man famous for her favorite classic movie slowly nodded, she pretty much bolted from her seat and headed to room.
There he lay, mumbling something about crappy daytime tv or something to that affect before he finally noticed her. She could see the same look in his eyes that she was positive was on her own face but instead he hid it with a quick smirk and a wave. “Like my new digs?” That was him…so very him. She wanted to kiss him. To call him a dumb idiot and tell him the next time he almost got himself killed, she’d just kill him herself to save herself from the headache. She wanted to really tell him that the words she said over the portal…they weren’t just words, she had meant them but fear had always held her back. And now? Fear was still holding her back. Instead of her lips moving and saying everything she dared and hoped to dream, she walked up to him and placed the chastest of kisses against his cheek. “You’re looking pretty good…minus your bad jokes..” And the teasing and banter would go on. She’d say the words, she knew it but now….just wasn’t the time.