Hey lovely readers!

So as I continue to watch the movie, I am struck with new ideas for fanfictions. I'm working on updating my existing fanfictions revolving around MPHFPC but I couldn't help but want to put this new story out there. I'm currently working on an update for this one as well, so hopefully we'll see an update in the next couple days. Anyway, let me know if you like it. I love reading reviews! I also love seeing the emails in my inbox for more favorites and follows so keep it up! :)

Happy reading!

Jess

Emma gets up from the table, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She hears Miss Peregrine and her friends chastise Enoch for being so crude, but she isn't paying attention to them. She makes her way over to the sun room where she tries to collect herself. She hears a pair of footsteps approaching her. She turns around, ready to tell whoever it is that she doesn't want to be bothered, but stops short when she sees Jake.

"I wanted to make sure you were alright," Jake explains as he walks towards her.

Emma nods quickly, looking down, slightly disappointed. "I am, and if that's all…"

"It isn't," Jake says and Emma looks up. He's much closer to her now. He hesitantly pushes some hair out of her eyes. His hand lingering against her face. Unconsciously, Emma leans her face into his touch.

"Then why?" she asks softly, her eyes probing.

"I can't bear to see you hurt," Jake says. "I know we haven't known each other long, but I have this need to protect you. To…"

"To…?" Emma prompts him.

"To make your sadness go away," Jake answers, his lips less than an inch from hers. Searching her eyes for permission, he hesitantly bends her lips to hers, his lips just slightly brushing against hers. He pulls away just slightly and before he can continue the kiss, Emma tilts her lips to capture his once more

Emma's breathing hitches as her heart races. She hasn't felt this way in years, and somehow he is making her heart reawaken after she'd long thought it dormant.

"How do you manage to make me feel like this?" Emma asks when they pull away, her forehead touching his.

"The same way you manage to make me feel like this," Jake answers, with a soft smile, his blue eyes like a liquid ocean as they stare into hers. Jake bends his head to capture her lips once more, his hands reaching up to cup her face tenderly.

"We should probably get back," Emma suggests as she smiles to herself.

Jake nods, taking Emma's hand in his as they walk back to the table. When they make their way back into the dining room, their friends' eyes look up at them. They take their original seats, their hands intertwined underneath the table.

The rest of the meal goes rather uneventfully, they talk about their day before they head into the living room where Emma sits by Jake as Horace projects his dreams. It starts with choosing a suit, then meeting Jake, and then transitions into Miss Avocet being taken into a room, and then Emma's face fills up the screen.

Jake squeezes Emma's hand as they watch their projected selves get closer to one another. A blush colors Emma's features as she and Jake watch themselves get closer and closer. They can sense the other children's eyes darting back to them.

Miss Peregrine suddenly turns on the light, effectively ending the show. They feel the house shake and they make their way into the yard after the peculiars insisting that Jake join them for the changeover.

Jake's arm wraps around Emma's waist as he looks up at the night sky. He feels Emma's head rest against his shoulder. He hears her delicate giggle when he stiffens at the sight of the bomb dropping and then relax in amazement as Miss Peregrine resets the loop.

Miss Peregrine turns around and smiles at the peculiars before escorting them back inside. Emma and Jake make their way to the loop entrance.

"Will you come back tomorrow?" Emma asks, hopefully. Jake smiles down at her and delicately slides a hand down her side, his mouth quirking when she unconsciously shifts closer to him.

He kisses her lightly, cupping her face before pulling back. "Most definitely."

When the loop shifts them into the present, a sound emanates from Jake's pocket and Emma looks down at it startled. Jake chuckles and pulls out his phone, quickly explaining how it works to her.

"You're going to love this," he murmurs and takes their photo. He then presses a kiss to her lips and captures that photo as well.

"I'll dream about you," he whispers against her lips before making his way back to the hotel.

Emma makes her way back to the house, somewhat in a daze as she traces her lips with her fingers, remembering Jake's kiss. Her face flushes as she walks through the door.

"Did Mr. Portman make it back okay?" Miss Peregrine asks Emma.

"I'm sorry, what?" Emma asks, snapping out of her reverie.

Miss Peregrine smiles at the girl that was like a daughter to her. "Did Mr. Portman make it back safely?"

Emma nods. "I'm sorry, I was just a bit distracted is all. He's coming back tomorrow."

"That's wonderful." Miss Peregrine says. "I'm very sorry about what Enoch said earlier, it was uncalled for."

Emma sighs. "It was, but I know how he is."

"You're very understanding," Miss Peregrine says admirably, squeezing her hand.

"I got it from you," Emma says, giving her ymbryne a brief hug before making her way up the stairs.

"So, you want to tell me where you were?" Frank asks Jake that night.

"I was exploring the old children's home." Jake answers, his mind drifting back to Emma and the moments they shared.

"Where did you go?" Frank asks, waving his hand in front of Jake's face.

Jake shakes his head. "What do you mean?"

Franks shakes his head and lays back against his bed. "Jakey, you're going to have to be a bit better than that. You've got this kind of goofy look on your face."

"I guess I'm just happy that I found the children's home." Jake says, settling back against the pillows, already thinking about seeing Emma the next morning.

"I got it," Frank exclaims just as Jake is about half asleep. "It's a girl isn't it? You like a girl."

"Good night dad," Jake says, turning off the lamp.

Frank shakes his head and turns off his own lamp before settling into a peaceful calm. When Jake is sure that his father is asleep he grabs his phone and stares at the images he took of Emma. Honestly, when they asked him at dinner if he would be staying there forever, he was a bit taken aback, but it wasn't a terrible idea. It seemed like great fun. He would miss his parents, sure, but they didn't really understand him anyway, not like his grandfather did and his grandfather was gone.

He fell asleep to her smiling eyes.

The next morning, he awoke before his father did. He wrote a quick note explaining that his absence.

Dad,

I'm going to go explore the island a bit more today, explore the children's home. Take some time for yourself to work on your book, you deserve it. I'll be back by the end of the day.

Jake

Jake quickly and quietly leaves his room and makes his way across the sleeping island. He grabs a few wild flowers on the way, collecting them into a small bouquet as he walks. He takes note of his surroundings, making sure that no one else is watching as he goes through the loop entrance. He looks at his watch and notices the early hour. When he gets to the house, he notices that there is little noise coming from within.

He knocks timidly at the door and in a flourish Miss Peregrine opens the door.

"Mr. Portman, you're here earlier than expected, I'm afraid I'm the only one awake."

Jake smiles to himself. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to be there when Emma wakes up,"

Miss Peregrine purses her lips as she considers that and then eventually nods. "Go ahead."

Jake thanks her and quietly scurries up the stairs. He opens the door and closes it behind him softly. He takes a moment to notice Emma's beautiful features, her blonde hair splayed out around her head like a halo. He gently caresses his hand down her face, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before sitting in the chair beside her bed.

Almost as if she could sense that she was being watched, Emma's eyes flutter open. She looks around her and jumps when she sees Jake.

"Jake? How long have you been sitting there?" she asks as she carefully situates herself so she can put on her shoes.

"Only a few moments," Jake answers. "These are for you," Jake says holding out the small bouquet.

Emma smiles to herself. "They're lovely, you didn't have to do that."

"You're lovely," Jake says. "And it was my pleasure. I love seeing you smile."

"Well, I can think of something else that would me smile," Emma says, holding her hand out. Jake takes her hand as he stands up.

"Oh? And what would that be?" Jake says, as he uses her hand to pull her a bit closer to him, his hands automatically resting at her waist as his head bends closer to hers.

Emma reaches her hand up to pull his lips down to hers, capturing his in a soft kiss.

"That's definitely a way to make me smile," Jake says between kisses which earns him a giggle from Emma before he captures her lips with his once more.

They pull apart, their foreheads touching. "I did dream about you, you know." Jake says, reaching his hand up to caress her face as his face warms with the blush.

"I'm glad, because I dreamt about you, too." Emma says, leaning her face into his touch. She reaches up to move some of the hair out of his eyes. "You're cute when you blush you know."

Jake ducks his head as he smiles to himself. "Thank you, but I must say you are beautiful at all times."

"You think I'm beautiful?" Emma asks, her eyes looking up into his.

"How could I not?" Jake asks, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "I've never met anyone like you."

Emma chuckles to herself. "I can't imagine you would."

Jake shakes his head. "That's not what I'm talking about. While your peculiarity is definitely something special, it's not the only special thing about you. You're beautiful on the inside and out."

Emma ducks her head and before she can respond, they hear a timid knock at the door. Emma shakes her head, muttering something about bad timing before making her way towards the door.

"Breakfast in ten minutes," Miss Peregrine says before walking away.

"Shall we?" Emma asks, gesturing for them to go downstairs. Jake takes Emma's hand and follows her back down the stairs.

They pass through the kitchen where Miss Peregrine cooks breakfast.

"We'll be back by breakfast," Emma says to the ymbryne as they pass.

As they walk, they discuss things like the loop, the future, each other's lives, and eventually they happen across the subject of Abe where Jake reveals that he saw a man with white eyes the night Abe died.

"Do you think you could recognize him from a photo?" Emma asks as they tread across the sand.

Jake nods. "Do you have one?"

"I do, it's in a place where I go when I like to be alone. I'll show you after breakfast."

"Okay," Jake agrees before gesturing for the two of them to sit on the sand together. He holds one of her hands in both of his as he gazes into her warm eyes. "I can't believe this is actually happening."

"What?" Emma asks, a smile playing on the edges of her lips.

"That I finally get to meet you all, to meet you. I loved hearing about you all when I was younger, but undoubtedly you were my favorite."

Emma blushes and ducks her head. "You don't mean that."

"Oh but I do," Jake responds, gently pulling her chin up so he can meet his eyes with hers. "Meeting you in real life just solidified that feeling. In Florida, I don't have a lot of friends, primarily because I don't relate with many of the other students around me. I'll admit, I'm a bit aloof and a bit hard to get to know."

"I don't believe that," Emma interrupts him, putting a hand to his cheek.

Jake smiles at that and leans into her touch. "I've never had a girlfriend, never wanted one even though there were some who tried to capture my attention."

"You've never met anyone you wanted?" Emma asks.

"Not until I met you," Jake answers, his eyes soft as he leans in closer to her, his lips teasingly close to hers. "Emma, I've never felt anything like this before. This pull towards you."

Emma inhales quietly. He felt it to, that pull that she felt to be near him. She couldn't help that she was dangerously close to falling for him. When Abe was there, she was attracted to him and at one point loved him, but there wasn't this pull that she was feeling with Jake. Jake reminded her of Abe but he was so much his own person that the similarities were only very slight in comparison to everything that made him, him.

"I feel the same way," Emma whispers as his lips are less than an inch from hers.

"Thank god," Jake says before brushing his lips against hers in a soft kiss. Emma moves her hand from his face to his neck, playing with the soft hair there.

Jake's one hand reaches up to cradle her face while the other slides down her side, resting on her hip. Just when he thinks she's going to pull away, she swipes her tongue across his lip and he grants her the access she desires.

They pull away to breathe, their foreheads bent against each other's.

"We should probably get back," Jake suggests and laughs when Emma rolls her eyes.

Emma presses another kiss to his lips before standing up and reaching her hand out to pull him up. Jake slips his arm around her waist as they make their way back to the house.

"Jake you're back," Bronwyn exclaims with a grin. "Come play with us later?"

"Maybe later."

"Yay, I'll tell the others." Bronwyn says rushing back to tell the others.

"When did you get back?" Olive asks as they make their way into the dining room where the others are arriving.

"This morning, before you all were awake." Jake answers.

Olive nods to herself and turns her attention to Enoch who still looks a bit bitter but manages to control himself from saying anything snide.

"You've all made great time, wonderful." Miss Peregrine says cheerfully as she brings the last item out to the table before taking her seat.

The children all chuckle to themselves before digging into their plates.

Breakfast passes quickly, Miss Peregrine observing Jake and Emma and smiling to herself at the new light she's seeing in her ward's eyes.

Before he reaches Emma, Enoch asks if he wants some of his questions answered and Olive gives Enoch a reproachful look.

He gestures to Emma that he'll just be a moment and she seems a bit nervous but nods toward him as Jake makes his way up to the attic with Enoch.

"You really shouldn't Enoch, it upsets Bronwyn," Fiona says, coming out of her room.

Enoch shrugs her off and Olive steps in front of him.

"You really shouldn't, Enoch." Olive cautions him.

"Move Olive," Enoch says commandingly.

"If that's how you're going to be, I don't want to be your friend." Olive says, moving around him, dashing a tear away, which Enoch didn't notice, but Jake does.

"You really should treat her better," Jake says as they walk into the room.

"You don't know what you're talking about," Enoch says walking towards Victor's bed.

"She cares about you," Jake continues. "And you act like you don't care about her at all."

Enoch strode across the room, his previous plight forgotten. "I do care about Olive. I care about her more than anyone."

"You have a funny way of showing it." Jake says, unphased by Enoch's anger. He then walks forward and looks at Victor whose eyes are missing.

"W-what happened to him?" Jake asks, suddenly a bit paralyzed by the nausea that hits him when he realizes that the same thing that killed Victor was what killed his grandfather.

"Do you want to know what killed me?" Enoch asks through Victor, manipulating the doll.

Jake shakes his head and dashes down the stairs where he stops short of colliding with Emma.

"I knew that was a bad idea," Emma shakes her head. She looks at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't run away."

Jake takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and processes what just happened. "I just wasn't expecting that. His eyes…the same thing happened to my grandfather."

Emma processes this. "Alright, first we'll find the photo and then we'll tell Miss Peregrine."

Jake and Emma quietly make their way back out to the beach where Emma steers the boat far out into the water. He watches as she pulls her dress above her and toss it in the boat before diving into the water.

"Emma…your shoes…lead shoes," Jake splutters as he pulls off his coat and jumps in after her, following her down to the shipwreck. He watches in amazement as she blows an airstream up at him, capturing his head in a bubble of air.

He follows her wordlessly into a large room where she closes the doors before blowing the water out of the room.

"H-how did you…" Jake starts.

"Air is my peculiarity," Emma says, wringing out her hair as she makes her way across the room to the box where she holds her important items. "If I show you this, you must promise not to run away." She grins at him cheekily and Jake can't help but smile back.

"This is my grandpa's old map," Jake says, recognizing his grandfather's handwriting as she pulls out various items.

"He asked me to keep this safe before he died," Emma explains, pulling out the photos.

"That's him," Jake says when he recognizes the face in the photo.

"That's Barron, he's their leader," Emma informs him. "We must tell Miss Peregrine immediately.

"In just a moment," Jake says, removing the photo from her hands and putting it with the other things. "First," he says, picking her up easily and setting her on the table. "Can I just tell you how amazing you are?"

Emma blushes as his hands reach up to hold her face.

"And second how completely natural and effortless it feels to be with you," Jake says as he moves himself closer to her.

"Stay," she says without thinking about it. She feels him stiffen but before she can say anything, she feels his lips crash into hers.

Surprised but catching on to his mood quickly she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he pulls her hips closer to his own, her legs wrapping around his waist as the space between their bodies dissipates.

"Do you want me to?" Jake asks as they pull away for air.

A small kernel of hope blooms in her heart that he might actually choose to stay with them, with her. She searches his eyes for any indication that he doesn't mean what he says and finds none.

"Nothing would make me happier," Emma admits, her face blushing even deeper than it already was.

Jake's lips form a brilliant smile. "I'm so glad because just being here with you in this short time, I've felt more at home than I ever have."

"Does that mean…?" Emma trails off.

"If you'll have me," Jake says with a lopsided grin.

Happy tears cascade down Emma's cheeks as she pulls his lips back to hers.

As they make their way back to the house, Jake makes plans to return to the future to collect his things before returning to the loop.

"I'll only have to leave one more time," Jake says to Emma. "To collect my things and leave a note for my father."

Emma nods. "As long as you're coming back, nothing else matters to me."