I don't own OUAT, or any of the shows cast or characters, plot- none of it! :) I'm just a massive fangirl who is trying here.

The Reception

3rd Person

Killian sighs as he looks up from his computer, the usual is here once again. "Hi, Jess."

"Hey, sir." Jess smiles cheekily at him, chewing her gum and placing her hands on the desk in front of him. "Can I sit in here?"

"Why this time, Jessica?" He mocks, knowing of her hatred of her full name.

"Teacher pissed me off."

Killian nods, that is usually the answer with Jess. "Fair enough, sit down." Jess pops her gum and sits on the sofa opposite him. "What teacher?"

"Mr. Gold."

"Damn, what did he do? Or what did you do?"

"I told him to shove Geography up his arse." Jess grins, opening her school bag and pulling out a large water bottle. "Can you fill this for me?"

"Full? Or half?"

"Half, thanks." Killian swivels towards her from his rolling chair and takes the bottle. "Mr. Jones?"

"Yeah?" He goes to the mini fridge at the back of student reception and pulls out a jug of water, he fills Jess's bottle and brings it back- he sits back in his chair with a sigh of contentment, he really hates standing up. "What's up, love?"

"Where is Miss Swan?"

"Em- Miss Swan is in main reception talking to Miss French."

"Really?" Jess asks, delighted suddenly as he passes her back her bottle. "I love Belle! Sorry, Miss French."

He nods and waves her off. "She's alright, I prefer Emma."

"We all noticed." He glares in her direction and she holds her hands up. "Sorry, but it's so true." He pokes his tongue out at her and she replies with a well-meaning glare. "But not so sorry after all." He winks at her and goes back to work.

"Killian," Jess grabs his attention once again after half an hour of her texting people on her phone quietly. Yesterday Emma never came back from main reception, so Killian pushed Jess to her next lesson. ('Go!' 'Where's Miss Swan?' 'Told you already' 'Urg!') "Do you like your job?"

"No, I love my job."

"Why?"

"Cause it's fun!" He smiles. "I get to meet new people every day, see some of the same ones..." He glares pointedly at her. "Quite often, some more often than others." He turns to his computer once more. "Why do you ask, love?"

"Just wondering, you've always seemed so content sat there. So chilled, are you?" Jess asks, chewing a fresh, new piece of gum that she'd retrieved moments earlier.

Jessica Oliver isn't dumb, and Killian Jones knows it.

He's worked at this student reception for seven years, seen many kids come and go- some never seeing him once and others who see him everyday. For example, a girl in 10th grade (he thinks that's year ten in England, although he's not too sure...) sees him every single day to get a pain relief pill. Whereas a boy in year eleven (the kids English and hasn't got the hang of the American language yet, something he's thankful for) who he only met one week ago.

Jess however, comes in to student reception every single day that she's in school, always having an excuse about an annoying teacher or feeling ill. Killian, at first, said no to her staying there all the time until one day he went for lunch and asked Emma to watch the reception for him (all of the others where on the phone or working), when he came back Jess was perched on the sofa.

Emma made fast friends with the blonde (temporarily) spitfire who dyed her hair more often than Regina called him Guyliner.

Jess is pretty short, with a fiery attitude and dark purple hair for the next few months. Jess usually only comes in for a few days in a week and then goes home earlier for the rest- either because she feigns sickness, is ill or has no classes left.

She's fifteen and has just started her GCSE's (In England, that's what they are called, he's still not sure what they are in America... he should really look it up.) Killian was pretty shocked when she told him her choices: Geography (She hates Mr. Gold and thought Japan was in South America), History (she thought that WW1 was in Iraq), Triple Science (she thinks Biology is disgusting, Physics is absolute shit and Chemistry is dire) and lastly PE (Jess. Doesn't. Run.)

Yeah, she's really puzzling him out there. "I am pretty chilled, love." Killian answers, before remembering that she hates that nickname- screw her, he's Irish and British... they're basically the most two known countries for nicknames and pissing people off! "I'm a chilled dude, no responsibility's... nothing-"

"Worth anything?" Jess suggests, cutting him off and making him look to the floor.

"Yeah, nothing worth anything." He turns to his computer and gestures at her phone. "Just look at your phone, Oliver."

"Mr. Jones," Jess starts, her voice has dropped an octave and her eyes are slightly sad- no, she's feeling pity. He doesn't want that. "I'm sorry if-"

"Don't worry, love." He shrugs. "Go back to your phone."

"Sir-"

"Just go back to your phone, please Jess." She nods and goes back to texting- albeit slightly hesitantly.

The conversation from last week meant that Jess didn't come to student reception and keep him company until today, where she'd apologized because she knew it made him uncomfortable- it's not like he lets the fifteen year old know his issues it's just... She's really good at listening and relating!

Emma rushes in, a few papers and a pen in hand, like a woman on a mission. "Hey, Killian!" She greets, pushing the papers and pen towards him. "Need you to sign this!"

"What for, sweetheart?" (Emma glares at him for that one.)

"Y'know that girl who always comes in for her pain pills?" He nods and Emma grins. "Her mom called in to make sure that she is taking them, and needs us both to sign this as proof that she has! So," She pushes the pen into his hand. "Sign, Killian."

"Bossy." He mutters, making her nudge him before turning to the teen in the seated area.

"Yo, Jess." Emma plops down next to the girl in question. "Why you here?"

"Mr. Gold." Jess snarls, putting her phone down to face Emma.

"So? I know for a fact you came here two hours ago because of him, now you have your favorite!"

"I know, but I'm not in the mood." Jess mutters. "And how did you know? I ain't seen you all day!"

"Killian text me, I know everything."

Jess snorts with laughter at this. "Yeah, sure." Killian laughs from behind Emma and she sticks her tongue out at him. "Go with that."

"Not wrong, love." Killian states, signing one of the papers.

"Well anyway," Emma cuts everyone off. "Go to your lessons, stop annoying Killian!"

"I don't want to!" Jess complains. "I wanna go freaking home!"

"Hey," Emma nudges her shoulder. "Don't get sassy with me, Jess. Trust me, hun, it won't work well in your favour. Alright?" Jess sighs and nods. "Alright, and also! Sometimes in life we have to do things we don't want to, unfortunately Killian and I always do things we don't want to. If at your age I was so lucky to have so many people give a crap about whether I pass or fail, I'd jump for joy."

Jess looks down at her shoes. "Sorry."

"It's OK. Trust me, Jess, I would kill to be you. I wanna go home too, don't forget that!"

"Fair enough." Emma stands, patting her younger friend on the shoulder, and goes to Killian. "Can I stay for this lesson cause it's only ten minutes until the end." Emma gives her a thumbs up and Killian nods. "And for lunch, cause Mr. Jones always gives me a breakfast bar!" She laughs slightly.

"Awe, so cute!" Emma taps her colleagues nose, he wrinkles it slightly and hands her back the papers. "He does it with me too, why do you think we're friends?"

Jess snorts and Killian is very offended, thank you very much!

(It takes two weeks of muffins from Emma that are shared between the three of them and Belle (in main reception) until he feigns he's only just gotten over his hurt- in case you were wondering)

"Miss Swan-"

"No." Emma walks past Jess, a small smile being hidden when she looks to the floor. "You can't stay here for last period, Killian actually needs to do work."

"Mr. Jones finishes all his work a week before he actually has to do it, all he does here now is sit there and record who is off school- and that takes an hour! There are five hours left of nothingness that I must fill!" Jess complains. "I'm really a blessing, if you think about it."

"I'm gonna have to think real hard then." Emma states, eyeing a laughing Killian who- true to Jess's word- is listening to the messages left on the schools voicemail.

Killian presses a button on the machine after writing down a name on his pad of paper and why they're not in. "How many so far?"

"Seven, love." Killian doesn't look up from his notepad where he writes down another name. "Just making sure, cause there are two Kasey Mitchell's in the same year... it's the little blonde one who's been coming in all week with sore throat right?"

"Probably." Emma shrugs.

"I still stand by Die Hard." Killian shrugs. "It's A Wonderful Life hasn't got anything on Die Hard!"

"Uh, it so does!" Emma states, throwing her arms into the air just as Jess walks in- throwing her bag onto the couch next to Killian's desk.

"Yo, Oliver." Killian begins but gets cut off by the blonde perched on the arm of the couch.

"It's Jess-" Emma starts.

"Hush, Swan."

"It's Emma!"

"I know, but Swan suites you better."

She sticks her tongue out at him, he grins as she lifts herself from the arm of the chair to plop down next to Jess. "Favorite Christmas movie, go!"

Jess taps her chin in thought for a moment before replying. "Miracle On 34th Street." Killian makes the typical 'AHH' like he'd forgotten about that one whilst Emma nods in consideration. "My favorite actress played a role for like two seconds but oh well!"

"Who's your favorite actress?" Emma asks, leaning back on the couch.

"Jennifer Morrison."

"I know her!" Killian exclaims, leaning forward in his chair with a grin.

Jess sits up excitedly. "You do?" She hits Emma on the arm by accident and says sorry straight after before doing it again because she's so excited.

"Calm down,love, I know of her. Not physically know her."

Jess frowns and almost sends him the finger. "Damn it!"

"Sorry, love." He's not sorry at all. "But you got so excited and hit Emma I had to pull your leg a little."

"Sometimes you can be so mean!" Jess jokes, fake-complaining. "Super cool for letting me sit in here but really mean!"

"Sorry to disappoint, not sorry actually cause Emma looks super offended right now."

He's not lying, Emma is frowning and everything. "Sorry, Miss Swan." Jess states, before pulling out her phone and texting people about how super cool/ super mean he is.

At least, that's what he thinks she's doing.

I hope you all enjoyed! I tried quite hard on this so... lets hope it lives up to my expectations.