INTRODUCTION :D

Killian Jones had always despised his daughter Eleanor's teacher. Eleanor was in the fourth grade, and doing quite poorly, a fact to which Killian completely blamed on his daughter's teacher, Mrs. Hopze.

He hated her even more the day Eleanor had come home in tears, speaking of how much she absolutely abhorred school, claiming it was too hard, even if she was trying her best. Killian had been even more irked to learn that her wonderful teacher had been giving her lunch detentions for not comprehending anything the detestable women had spouted about the subject. History, was what she taught.

Or the way Eleanor woke up in the morning, claiming to feel nauseous, hoping she could stay home. This teacher was ruining his daughter's life.

Killian gradually got off the couch and checked the time in the kitchen on the microwave.

2:56 pm.

Time to pick up Eleanor. He got his shoes on swiftly and grabbed his leather jacket, snatched his car keys off of the counter, and was out the door.

Climbing into the front seat of his car, he tried for an excessive amount of time to get the radio to work, before giving up and turning it off.

As he drove towards the school, he became aware of the fact that he was not in much of a mood to put up with his daughters insane teacher. Because not only was she horrible to Eleanor, she was rude and obnoxious to Killian, as well.

He knew he still had to go though, because riding the bus was another issue. He parked his car in an empty spot and walked begrudgingly into the school. It was now, 3:05, and to make things worse, tonight was conference night. And he had to go, due to his daughter's poor grades. When he opened the door to the very familiar social studies classroom, what he saw was not very familiar.

Rather, who he saw was not very familiar.

She had blonde hair that hung in loose curls down her back, and beautiful green eyes. She wore a grey sweater and black jeans, and finished off the look with brown leather boots. She looked about to be in her mid twenties.

As he looked around the classroom, he noticed a few things that hadn't been there previously. For instance, a red leather jacket hanging from the coat rack by the desk in the right hand corner. Which was another thing. Mrs. Hopze had just a table laid squarely in the center against the back wall. He looked into the middle of the room and was thrown back into reality when he noticed Eleanor.

She was laying on her stomach on the floor, with her social studies book open, and her homework under her right hand. She was reading her book with interest, which is something she had never done. The teacher- a substitute he presumed- was sitting cross legged next to her, explaining things she didn't understand. She looked up at him and threw him a stunning smile. She stood up from her position on the floor, and strolled over to him.

"You must be Eleanor's father," She observed, holding out her hand for him to shake. He took it and nodded towards Eleanor.

"I'm-" She started before Eleanor ran over and gave him a hug.

"This is Miss Emma," She beamed at him. He smiled back, pleased that his daughter had patently had a superb day. Her smile grew even larger as she told him the next part. "She's my new teacher,"

"What happened to Mrs. Hopze? I know you loved her," He mused with a wink. Eleanor grinned and rolled her eyes.

"She got fired or something," She told him joyously.

"Well, do you like Miss Emma better?" He inquired, even though he very well knew the answer.

"Yes!" She nodded vigorously. Emma smiled as she bookmarked Eleanor's social studies book and gathered up her homework papers. She stood and grabbed the child's light blue backpack, unzipping it to put the work in.

"Well, if it helps at all, I like your daughter, too," She told them both with a smile. Killian nodded towards her.

"Thank you, lass," He muttered as he grabbed the backpack and put it on his shoulder.

"Killian Jones," He told her.

"Emma Swan," She answered before looking at Eleanor. "Get a goodnights sleep tonight, that helps with concentration in class," She whispered to her. Although Killian was quite sure she wouldn't have any more problems with grades.

As they were about to leave, Killian remembered a question he needed to ask Emma.

"Are they still having parent teacher conferences?" He asked her, not minding the idea of going back to the classroom nearly as much as before.

"Yes," She informed him softly. He nodded.

"Well, then we'll see you tonight," She gave him a small, delicate smile and turned back to her desk.

The entire car ride home and until the conference that night, Eleanor spoke of nothing but Emma. Which, of course, Killian didn't mind one bit.

"Eleanor, are you ready to go?" Killian yelled up the wooded stairs that led to the second floor of his house.

"Coming!" The reply came as she half ran-half slipped down the oak stairs. She sloppily threw on her shoes and bounced happily all the way to the car.

Which, of course, was very different to how she would have reacted had Mrs. Hopze been her teacher..

Pretty much, the entire school seemed to be in a superior mood.

Naturally, obviously.

Thanks for reading, this was supposed to be a one shot, but idk I might add more. What do you all think?

Should I keep it a one shot or add a few more chapters, or make it into a full blown story.

Thanks lovelies