Title: When the light hits your eyes
Author: krisfeathertina (kisza93 on tumblr)
Summary: Emma finds a kidnapped Regina after the curse is broken and decides to help her escape. But it results in them having to hide from the people who want to hurt Regina. They slowly start trusting each other, and their relationship becomes stronger.
Rating: Rated M for sexytimes, descriptions of torture and language.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. No profit is recieved.
Author's note: My brain has been thinking of this story for a while now, so it's time my hands start writing it down. The first chapters might be a little short. But I'll try to update as much as possible. Don't know how long it will turn out to be yet! Plus a little sidenote; this is my first "big" fan fiction. And my writing might be a little rusty. (Comments and constructive criticism are much appreciated!)
Chapter one.
"More tea?" Jefferson asked, picking up the tea pot.
"Uh, no. Thank you," Emma replied quickly.
Jefferson nodded slightly as he poured himself another cup. He sat down in his chair, crossing his legs and stretching his arms.
Emma didn't quite know why she was there. In his mansion. In Jefferson's mansion. Where both she and Mary Margaret had been tied up just months ago.
"I'm sorry if I showed up unannounced, I just needed some thinking space from all the mommy and daddy bonding," Emma laughed.
"I understand," he smiled.
And awkward silence slowly crept up and Emma doubted her decision in coming here more and more. I could've visited Leroy or Dr. Hopper. Hell, even the wooden remains of August, she thought to herself. But something made her choose Jefferson as her new tea buddy.
Emma was still the sheriff in Storybrooke and she never left the house without a badge and a gun. Now that magic was a part of our normal world, she wanted to protect both herself and Henry from any suspicious magic wielding people. And carrying a gun was the only thing she was familiar with.
"So sheriff Emma Swan…" Jefferson said in a musky voice as he straightened his back. "Are you really here just to chit-chat, or did you want to know something else?"
Emma squinted her eyes and examined him with her striking blue-green eyes. "Like what?"
Jefferson quickly shifted his entire mood - going from cocky to uncertain in a manner of seconds. "Uh, nothing," he mumbled.
Emma's entire body language screamed suspicious, but before she managed to utter a word, gentle footsteps were closing in from upstairs.
Down the stairs came Grace, wielding a smile bigger than the sun. "Hi, Emma!" she said.
"Hi," Emma replied with a confused look on her face. "She knows my name?" Emma whispered to Jefferson.
"Of course! I told her you were the one that lifted the curse," he replied, his insecurity slightly revoked.
Grace made her way down, ran up to her dad and gave him a big hug.
Emma smiled as she witnessed this adorable father-daughter moment, somehow wishing that she could have a memory of that herself.
"Can I get a cup of tea as well?" Grace said in a joyous tone, standing beside her dad.
"Sure sweetie. You know where the cups are, right?" Jefferson responded sweetly.
Grace nodded cheerfully before she started walking towards a door right next to the stairs. Jefferson turned around to give Emma a strange look.
A creak broke the silence in the room; Grace slowly opened the door next to the stairs. Jefferson turned around in the blink of an eye, his eyes wide open and shouted her name. Grace! Jefferson quickly got up from the chair and stormed towards his oblivious daughter. Emma watched them from her seat, puzzled.
"Grace, sweetie… You know I moved the tea cups into the dining room?" Jefferson's voice changed from hysterical to tender, his left hand shutting the door and his right hand on Grace's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, daddy," she muttered.
Emma's eyes froze on the door. That was a weird reaction, she thought. The room's atmosphere had gone from awkward to down straight uncomfortable.
"I think I should head home, it's getting late. Thanks for the tea," Emma said.
"Thanks for the company," Jefferson replied. "Feel free to come by soon."
"Bye, Emma!" Grace shouted as Emma walked out the door.