A/N: The following is a random one shot based off a prompt I found on Tumblr by otpdisasters. It's shorter than most of my other one shots (and kind of silly to be honest), but I liked the idea so this happened. Enjoy!
"Killian, all I'm saying is it doesn't have to be made so complicated."
Emma hated snapping at her boyfriend as much as she had today. But for the past hour they'd been sitting at the computer in the sheriff's station, trying to figure out the next clue in finding the storybook's author with Killian still unable to understand how the Internet (or the "strange magic box" as he usually called it) was supposed to help them. She knew that technology was a lot to take in- especially for someone over three hundred years old- but his endless list of questions combined with her lack of sleep thanks to the recent turn of events in Storybrooke was making her irritable.
"How the bloody hell is this not complicated? I still can't believe you don't think it's demon possessed or something." He was staring at the screen with the same confused look on his face that he wore anytime he was around some form of technology she showed him.
"It's just not, okay?!" Emma got up from her seat, throwing her hands up in exasperation. She could tell by his change of expression that Killian was now growing just as equally annoyed with her. "All I did was ask a few questions, Swan. You don't have to get so agitated about it."
"What's there not to be agitated about?!" She was almost yelling at him by this point. "Things are becoming just like they used to be again. Everyone will want me to solve their problems when I can't even deal with my own!"
Killian stood up to face her, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, pardon me for not being from a realm where all these contraptions exist. I was simply trying to help, but if you're beginning to consider me a problem too, then I might as well keep my distance."
"Yeah, maybe you should," Emma spat as she grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair. She regretted the words as soon as she said them, knowing she had definitely hurt him but still continued to make her way towards the building's exit.
Despite what she'd said to him, she heard Killian's footsteps following her down the hallway. "And just where are you going, Swan?"
She stopped in her path out the door and turned around to look at him. "I don't even know. I just really need space from all of this right now." Emma struggled to keep from tearing up, she hadn't realized just how much it hurt talking to him like this when he was always so good to her.
"Fine. Suit yourself, then." He turned to go back to sit at the desk and break out his flask of rum while she turned on her heel to get outside as fast as possible.
Until she slammed face-first into the station's glass front door that she didn't realize she was standing so close to.
Emma was stunned, almost numbed at first thanks to the shock, then felt her nose and forehead both throbbing from pain. She heard Killian's footsteps coming up behind her. "Emma?" She could tell he was worried she was hurt, but still wanted to keep his distance after making her angry. "Are you…alright?"
Instead of answering his question, Emma felt tears slipping down her face as she began laughing, both at her clumsiness and how it had happened because she was being an idiot in the first place. She turned to Killian, obviously confused at her reaction as she fell into his embrace, still giggling hysterically while she cried.
"I'm not quite sure what to think of this, love," he said while using his thumb to wipe away her tears. "This is me realizing how ridiculously stupid I am. You always treat me like I'm the best thing in the world and look at me yelling at you over something like a computer. I'm sorry, Killian."
He smiled and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry too, darling. I shouldn't have bothered you with my repetitive questions to begin with." It made Emma's heart sink that he tried to take responsibility for her careless words. "You really didn't bother me that much. And just for the record, if someone has to bother me, I would want it to be you."
She felt relieved to see she'd been forgiven as he leaned down to capture her lips with his own. "I'll take that as a compliment. And I'm guessing you don't actually want me to keep my distance?"
"I'd despair if you did, Captain. Do you still love me?"
He kissed her again. "More than anything. Now let's find some ice for your forehead. I'm afraid you're going to have quite a bruise soon, love," he said, taking her hand to lead her to the kitchen at the back of the station.
As Killain retrieved an ice pack from the freezer and insisted on treating her (very minor) injuries, Emma began to think more about their pointless argument. She knew their relationship wasn't perfect, and neither were they. But she also knew that anything worth having wouldn't always come easy and they both loved each other enough to fight for what they had.
The thought made her smile- and love him even more.