A/N: So I just finished my OutlawQueen fanfiction, "A Promise", and one of my bigger fans requested that I write a CaptainSwan one. I just at first wanted to thank everyone who read that story and who helped me make it real for all of you. My friends told me I was a good writer, but I didn't believe them; that is, until I decided to write fanfiction and see all the lovely comments from all of the readers. I didn't realize that there were so many people who love reading these things.
Anyways, a basic summary of the following story:
Emma Swan is still having a hard time accepting that she is no longer an orphan. She has reconnected with her parents, Mary Margaret and David Nolan, who she still has a rough time being around. She wants to be the daughter that they always wanted: responsible, successful, smart, and kind, however, that's not her at all. Emma Swan is truthfully and entirely the opposite. She spent herself a good amount of time in jail, she gave up a child in jail, she went through jobs like they were nothing, and men - well - let's just say they were a more constant thing. Christmas is around the corner, and Mary Margaret and David asked Emma to come spend it with them, in hopes that the family could grow a backbone and accept each other. What happens when pretending to be someone else goes too far? What happens when that pretending is too hard to stay pretending? What happens when lying becomes more abundant than the amount of men you sleep with?
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P.S. The prologue is shorter than what the actual chapters will be. Chapters will most likely be 4-6k words and will be posted every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
Prologue: A Beginning of A New End
Emma paced around the room, chewing on her lip and rubbing her hands. Her cheeks were a rosy pink from the cold - her apartment didn't have any heat since she couldn't pay for it. Her fingers were trembling with frostbite - she had lost the only pair of gloves she had owned. And her head was spinning - from the amount of alcohol she consumed the night before with who knows what man on the next floor.
She was of course regretting her decision of saying yes to her parents. She knew that she was nothing they were expecting her to be. She wasn't some perfect angel, born and raised on a beautiful estate with a full fridge of food, a warm, cozy bed, or a loving family to care for her through sickness and health, and all that other stuff. No - Emma Swan was raised in a dump you could called "Boston Orphanage" located on the same street as the corner store she robbed when she was 15, which located right around the corner of the town sheriff's office, where she got plenty acquainted with the officers since she spent so much time in a jail cell. The orphanage was owned by an obnoxious, old lady, who went by the name of Mrs. K; she had dark brown curls that filled her whole head, wore ten thousand coats of makeup, and made the children of the buildings do all the work. And before you say it - no - it was nothing like Annie. There was never any happy ending for Emma.
Emma grew up in the slowest, most painful way any child could. She never got adopted, she was bullied by the other kids, she even was the last to get any of the leftovers they ate and was the only one who had to do extra work. "It'll help you in the long run." Mrs. K would say, "This is the best you'll ever do." She said. This was just one more thing that prompted Emma to rob that corner store when she was 15.
The other half of it was her misfit of a friend, Lily. She was also a no good, just like Emma. In many ways, they were similar. Parents had left them alone, never got adopted, oldest at the orphanage. Eventually Lily had thought up the bold idea of robbing the corner store and making it on their own so they didn't have to suffer anymore. And of course, Emma said yes.
By that time, Emma had enough with the entire system. She didn't care about anything anymore. So, her and Lily, they broke into the corner store around three in the morning, and they were greeted by the town sheriff. Months later, Emma was released, she ignored Lily and cut her out of her life, leaving Emma all alone once again.
That was the beginning. Well - the beginning of a new end.
Then she grew up some, turned eighteen and met a guy named Neal, who she for sure thought she was in love with. They had exchanged I love you's and both were sure the relationship was going to take a bigger step towards their future. But then, as all good things end, Neal was a thief too; he had a plan to get some money for their elopement, and Emma followed him gladly. Too bad that the police only caught Emma, not Neal, and Neal just watched her get arrested for what he caused. Yet another end.
Little did he know, she was carrying his baby.
Long story short, Emma gave birth to a baby boy in jail at the age of 19; she had no choice but to give him away. She couldn't raise a child in jail. She wouldn't put him through what she had to go through. All she knew was that her little boy was adopted by some woman named Regina Mills, and she hoped that he would live a better life than she had.
Emma finally got out of jail three days before her 22nd birthday. She went home to a giant pile of bills that had to be paid, including her rent, heating, and water. Much of which didn't get paid, and still isn't paid. However, she started to try to change her life a little bit, hoping that one day she would meet the little boy again, hoping that she would reunite with her family, or hoping that she'd someday fall in love with the perfect man. But that got tiring. So, she reverted back to her old ways, not caring one bit about anything. She went out to clubs every night, drinking the most alcohol her body could consume, flirting with all the men, and dancing the night away. She'd most likely bring home a guy that night, drink a little more, do some stuff, and shove him outta her apartment in the morning. This was the start of a game she called, "Hotties", which she played against herself to see how many men she could sleep with and not get caught.
She knew she wasn't girlfriend material, she wasn't mother material, she wasn't even friend material. Somehow, though, her parents had found her and reached out to her, and they wanted to see her for Christmas - what an awful idea.
Emma shook the memories out of her head. This was the worst idea yet. How could she be so stupid to think that accepting her parents' proposal was the right thing to do? Well, it was of course the right thing to do, for them, but for her, it was probably the stupidest move a woman of her demeanor could make. Just plain and outright stupid.
How could she ever seem responsible, and successful, and smart, with a sense of class and flexibility, and have the picture of an adult, with the events she has gone through?
"A boyfriend." she said. The idea had just been crushing through her mind when she yanked it out. Of course! A boyfriend, to show commitment, and success, and passion, and all of the stuff her parents would have hoped for.
Emma wrapped her scarf around her neck once more and smiled to herself. She whipped out her phone and search the internet for possible bachelors. Not that any of them would be reasonable. She needed a cute, yet irresistible, a smart-looking, yet clumsy looking, and a boyfriend material guy. She couldn't just grab any man off the streets.
And then it happened. She clicked on the picture that was shown to see it more clearly. He was handsome, dark hair falling across a light-skinned face, and pale, curious-coloured eyes flashed through the haphazard strands. His jaw was firm and strong. There was an odd lightness about his eyes, though, and a small curve to his lips, as if there were something terribly funny only he knew the answer to. And hidden deep in his eyes, was the hint of danger.
He was the guy for the job. She clicked the message link and typed up a quick, short message with the least amount of details she could before hitting send and awaiting a response. Little bubbles formed to show her that he was typing back until a message popped up.
It read:
Aye, love. Of course I'd be up for the job. It may be hard without a meeting and getting or details straightened out. What do you say to dinner at the diner tomorrow night?
She felt her cheeks grow rosy, as if she had a sudden spark of love zoom through her body and ignite some bit of happiness. She typed back slowly:
See you at 7 :)
She immediately felt accomplished. Emma shut her phone off and finally fell asleep on the living room couch, something she hadn't done since she said yes to her parents.
She woke up later that night, only with a bitter reminder of what she had: a crappy, old apartment, a ripped up couch, and the clothes on her body. She knew she couldn't pull this off. It would all go south eventually. She rolled her eyes and just shrugged, because it didn't matter - everything in her life went wrong anyway.
Emma walked down the sidewalk and came to an abrupt stop before entering the diner. Something deep inside of her was telling her this whole thing was a bad idea. That somehow it would all be ruined. She shrugged it off and patted her leg, straightening the nonexistent wrinkles in her pants, and opened the front door. She took a deep breath and scanned the room for the man she talked to last night, hoping that he would be waiting there for her.
Suddenly, someone on her side yelled, "Aye, you must be Emma Swan?"
She flipped her head to the side of the yell and her eyes grew big; this man was not good looking, he was simply gorgeous. Everything was ten times better in person than it was on his photo. Her body started to ache as he reached out his hand to shake hers.
"Uh, yes. And Killian Jones, is it?" she grabbed his hand and offered a small smile. He nodded and pulled her to sit at the table in the corner of the restaurant, sending her a stupid, yet adorable grin.
"Aye, that's me. So, what is it exactly that you want me to do, love?" he said, crossed his hands.
Love, ooh, that way it rolled off his tongue and hit her ears. It made her heart flutter. She quickly shook out of this trance and raised her eyebrow, "Well, I just reunited with my parents and I want to show them that I am successful and stuff, so I thought a boyfriend could probably look good?"
He laughed at her, "Well, sure. If any woman could tie down someone as good looking as me, they are surely very successful."
"So humble," she rolled her eyes and laughed, "Anyway, can you make it happen?"
"Love," he smirked at her, "I can make a lot of things happen. Especially for beautiful woman like you."
She blushed, not realizing how hard, and let out a small giggle. Then she snapped back into reality.
"Here's our important dates this far in our relationship," she pulled out a napkin with scribbled dates on it, "And I've been so very gracious to get us matching shirts for Christmas."
Killian looked at her stunned, but then laughed a little, "Wow, you really want to fool them, don't ya lass?"
She nodded and laughed, "Yes, so I'll meet you here tomorrow morning, be prepared with that information memorized, mister."
He stood up with her to shake her hand once more, "Emma Swan, what's your real story?"
She looked down at their hands, which were still holding the other's, and then back up at him, "A long story for someone I don't even know yet? No, thank you."
He laughed at her and looked down at their hands, that stupid grin forming again, "See you tomorrow, Emma Swan."
She took her hand away as she walked out of the diner and around the corner, before coming to a full stop to catch her breath.
Did she really just hire a man to be her fake boyfriend and to help fool her parents? Yes, she did.
Did she just set herself up for failure? Yes, she probably did.
It was hopefully a beginning, but not a beginning of a new end.
A/N: Well. Here's the first installment of "Hidden Truths".
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