Here's part one of my Mad Swan Fanfiction! Hope you like it! Happy Onceing!
Her eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry and she was disorient. As she sat up, she was quickly hit with dizziness. She squeezed her eyes shut, blinking to try and bring back her eyesight. Slowly but surely, only a little blurriness remained. She soon realized she was tied and gagged. She squirmed, and although she had a few cuts, managed to escape her the rope that bound her. She quickly untied the gag and threw it to the ground, annoyed. She stood, hearing a rather loud crack. She quickly jumped to the side and looked beneath her. Where she just stood, broken into about a million pieces, was the tea cup. The very one he gave her to knock her out. She was brought back to reality as she remembered where she was. In some random guys house, in the middle of the woods. Great, she thought. What else is going to happen?! She sighed, looked at the stain where the tea dried after being dropped from her cold, unconscious hands, and walked away. She sneaked around, which wasn't hard. He took good care of the house. Not a single creak as she quickly swept across the floor. As she looked in the rooms, she spotted him.
"No, no, no!" He was yelling, throwing around hats.Odd. She moved just as he looked up, cursing under his breath. She stood there, listening. He was mumbling, she could only get bits and pieces that made absolutely no sense, "Can't get them to work...savior will do it...you back, Paige, I will..." He stopped talking, banging his fist against the work table. Once, twice, three times...she bit her lip and put her head against the wall. She stopped, suddenly, and started to run. She remembered where the front door was. She could hear him after her, the occasional "Wait!" or "Stop!" being heard. She grabbed for the doorknob and pulled. To her dismay, the door was locked with a key. A key she didn't have. She turned to run when her arm was grabbed and she was twirled to face him.
"Let me go!" Her snarl had no effect on him as his face was oh so desperate.
"No. You'll help me, or you'll never leave." She was taken back by his demand, and, for the first time, was afraid. "Wha-what do you want...?!" Her stammering only made him laugh. "You have to make the hat," he started explaining, "or I can't ever get my Grace back." "Who's Grace?! Make what hat? I can't do whatever it is you expect of me!" She tried to pull away, only resulting in the getting closer of them. "Don't fight it. Go with it." He was very close, their noses almost touching. She blushed, searching his face for a hint of what's to come. He pulled back, grasping her hand and leading her towards the room she saw him in. He led her in. "Make my hat."
She was surprised with his sudden impatience. "I can't make hats! I can't help you!" She tried to leave, running at the door, but he quickly tripped her. As she hit the ground, she cursed. He leaned down and helped her up. "Ow!" She rubbed her forehead, feeling a swelling lump. "Let me see it." He moved closer, touching slightly as she winces. She finds this as an oppurtuntiy. She quickly kneed him, and he quickly gasped for air. She hesitated, but as soon as he started to recover, she decided it was her moment. She turned to leave once more, only to find a hand on her wrist and she was turned again. Except, she was a little too close to him. This time, their lips made contact, brief but still leaving a deadly silence.
"Uh..So-sorry..." He quickly blushed, obviously not trying to create this. As she blushed, he looked away and she studied his face. He is handsome, I guess...She quickly realized she may..love him. He turned back, looking her over. She turned, wondering what he thought of her. When she turned back, he started leaning closer to her. She realized what was going to happen, but leaned with him. Their lips touch once more, but instead of pulling away, they continued it. Her mind exploding with thoughts. I don't even know this man! He is so handsome...get a hold of yourself! He trapped you and is now kissing you! Well, he didn't MEAN to kiss me the first time... She soon decided to stop thinking and just lost herself in the kiss. When they pulled back, she realized she was no longer beet red. His blush was gone as well.
As soon as their eyes meet, they both went total blush once more, though. "I..I think I'm in love with you, Emma..." Silence followed his statement.
Emma broke the silence, only to find her voice shaking. "I think I'm in...in..love with you, too...Jefferson..."
There's part 1! I hope you guys liked it! Stay tuned for part 2