One evening Emma sat at home, twiddling her thumbs and pretending not to be bored. The tv was on, blaring some stupid reality show about drag queens. It was odd she had reflected as she had flicked through the channels that this reality displayed in HD on her television felt way less real than any reality she knew.
Suddenly the door sprang open and Killian charged in, panting heavily. "Emma" he said. "Emma you've got to come quickly."
"Huh?" Emma looked up, vaguely distracted for one moment by an electric blue outfit on the screen which had just sprouted wings. "What's going on?"
He feigned to reply, he was trying but the words it seemed just wouldn't come.
"I don't know exactly, but some gangly bloke is walking around out there waving a bloody stick at people." at this point, Emma failed to see the significance. "So? Take the stick off him. It's no big deal. I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of this Killian."
He sighed and dragged his hand down his face, careful not to use the hook. "You don't understand. I think this bloody stick is magic. It's making things happen. Sparks are flying out of it and it apparently helped him into the bloody library without having the keys"
"Killian… it's 10am. And it's a public library."
"Oh. Yeah of course. I've been busy all right getting back to you and everything, over and over again, saving your life. Saving me. Saving the bloody evil queen. My perception of Storybrooke has got a little skewiff. Anyway, that doesn't matter right now. Can we stop correcting me and talk about what's actually important. The weapon!"
"You mean like a wand? You mean, like, a magic wand?"
"Yes. no. whatever. Don't you think I've been too busy trying to stop him to ask… "hey mate. What's that little weapon of yours called."
"Of course. Okay. I'm coming now" Emma rose off the sofa, and thrust the remote at the tv as she turned it off.
They left the apartment together, one after the other, as Emma pulled the door closed behind her Hook spotted the culprit in the distance walking casually toward them. Emma saw his shackles rise. "There he is, the git."
The man waved and began to walk more briskly towards them. Hook pushed his hand into Emma's chest, trying to get her out of the way. She pushed back and stood her ground. "Fine." Hook said under his breath. "You go ahead, get blasted to bits"
"I can handle myself"
The reality of the man was so different from the one that Killian had described to her that Emma was trying desperately hard not to chuckle as he drew close enough to shout.
"Hi"
He spoke in a dry, british accent. A little similar to Killian's, And there was the kicker. Just below his hairline the tail end of a scar peeped out ragged as ever.
"Harry potter?"
This caught both the new visitor and Killian off guard "wait… you two've met?"
"We have" Emma said trying not to laugh
"Have we? The new arrival gasped, gawking at the both of them. "I don't-" Emma thrust a hand out for him.
"I'm Emma." she said, trying to keep a friendly, not condescending tone. "And this is Killian"