'Emma is battling with anxiety, depression and the idea that she could ever really fall in love or be loved, until she meets Regina.'
So this Fanfic, as you've probably read in the description, is based off my all-time favourite Swan Queen video on YouTube, made by none other than the very lovely 'reginamlls', please check out their stuff and this is the link to the video: watch?v=GOvwL-mF5Uc
Just a bit of background for you guys:
There is no magic, there is no Enchanted Forest and there is absolutely no magic of any sort.
Mary Margaret and David are Emma's best friends, who she lives with.
Regina is Henry's real Mum.
Emma found her own way to Storybrooke, Henry didn't help her.
I hope everything is self-explanatory.
Ok, thank you all for reading and please make sure to leave a review!
Chapter 1: Cheque Please.
Emma Swan sat uncomfortably in the wooden chair at a pokey Storybrooke Restaurant she had never been privy to dining in before.
The décor was aesthetically pleasing, the walls were wooden slats, and the windows were large, reaching from the ceiling to the floor.
Emma enjoying the cool feeling of the glass against her leg, as she pressed them together.
Emma genuinely appreciated the choice of table, at the very back of the restaurant, so she could easily gaze at everyone else without being open to everyone else's scrutiny.
She fiddled nervously with the hem of her hideously pink dress, which Mary Margaret had absolutely insisted that she wore.
The woman had also coaxed Emma into letting her draw on a small amount of eyeliner above her emerald green eyes, Mary Margaret laughing as she told Emma how wonky she had used to draw the two lines.
Just when Emma had thought she could slip free of the woman's, sometimes smothering-ly tight, grasp, she had been pulled back into the chair and had her hair lightly curled.
Emma still throwing her hair into a pony tail as soon as she stepped from the apartment.
She could feel the constricting feeling in her chest as the clock ticked mockingly on the wall in front of her, indicating that her 'date' was over 10 minutes late.
Emma once again readjusted her position, making her mind up that if no one turned up in 5 more minutes she would leave, no matter how embarrassing or upset she would seem.
For now she focused on deep breaths and the carefully practised questions and answers Mary Margaret had set her up with to allow her to make conversation with the mystery guy, which David had assured her was 'all the right kind of Charming.'
Emma was busy pulling her dress down, where it had creased from leaning forward when a rugged figure sat in the chair opposite.
"Miss Emma Swan, I presume?" He grinned, Emma smiled nervously back, looking at him through her thick eyelashes. "I'm Killian."
He showed Emma his teeth again, something about the man's aura had Emma squirming uncontrollably.
Killian then moved his wandering eyes away from Emma's athletic figure and down to his menu, pawing through the pages like there was no tomorrow.
This gave Emma a second to breathe and observe the man's appearance and mannerisms.
His beard was in that horrible awkward in-between stage, where it was more than just stubble, but still short enough it would scratch someone's face if they were to lean in too close.
His black shirt had the three top buttons open, showing a considerable amount of chest on his chest, marginally covered by a large silver necklace which resembled nothing Emma had ever seen before.
His black leather jacket was ill fitting and Emma grimacing inwardly at the sight of his grimy nails.
"Like what you see?" He winked, Emma paling as his eyebrow quirked and his voice lowered. "I'll let you see some more later, if you like?"
Emma just coughed, feigning a blush as she ripped her eyes away from the man.
She wouldn't consider the man ugly, but neither did she think he was leaning towards attractive.
"Shall I order us some drinks?" He asked, his throaty voice causing Emma to shake her head slowly.
"Not tonight…" Emma rearranged the napkin on her lap, realising she would rather be anywhere but here right now.
"Ah… Bit worried you'll find me even more irresistible after a few libations?" He questioned, Emma looked away, feeling that sinking feeling in her throat that she was going to vomit if he came onto her any faster.
"So, what do you do around here?" The man asked, Emma glad she could answer this question, she and Mary Margaret had practiced this.
"I'm the Sheriff, not that there's a lot of crime going on around here." She smiled, feeling better now she could join in the conversation.
"I guess not, a quiet town just outside of Maine doesn't scream Crime Central to me." Emma shook her head, laughing lightly at his joke.
"And yourself?" Emma asked, wondering what on earth someone dressed almost like a Pirate could do with their life.
"I fancy myself a bit of a handy man." The conversation coming to a searing halt as the Waiter came over to take their order.
"We'll both have the salmon steak." Killian announced, asking for a bottle of wine to be delivered to their table as well.
Emma not having the confidence to tell him that she didn't like salmon.
"So, has my mate David set you up on many of these blind dates?" He questioned Emma, the woman just shrugging and chewing at the inside of her lip.
She debated feigning an illness, but then she knew he would insist on walking her home and she really didn't want him inviting himself in.
"You have to talk, love, I'm not a fan of having a conversation with myself." He joked, Emma blushed again, messing with her hands in her lap.
She frantically racked her brain for everything her and Mary Margaret had talked about, but her mind was a complete blank.
The emptiness of her brain was starting to panic her and she closed her eyes, unconsciously placing her hands over her ears, blocking out the noise from the rest of the Restaurant.
She could feel his cold eyes staring into her and she didn't know how much more she could take before she screamed.
"What's wrong love, no one has ever complained about my company before?" He seemed more worried about his own ego than Emma's mental health.
"Cheque please." Emma suddenly said, whispering as if she knew what she was saying.
The Waiter looked at her funny, Emma knowing that was not what she had meant to say, but when blind worry took over she seemed to have no control over what came out of her mouth.
"I'm sorry." She mumbled, gathering her back off the floor and standing on her heel clad feet nervously, wobbling out of the building and into the cool air outside.
She pulled her shoes off her feet and let her feet sink into the cool grass, taking a deep breath as she grounded herself.
She let her breathing return to normal as she began to shiver from the cold.
Finally, she felt steady enough to start walking, making her way back to the apartment she shared with Mary Margaret and David.
As she clicked the lock she heard hushed voices, cursing her two best friends for waiting up for her.
"So, how as it?" Mary Margaret was sat cross legged on the sofa, her oversized purple sweatshirt showed she was ready for bed, but obviously couldn't sleep until Emma had returned.
David sat directly next to his Wife, his arms folded as he looked expectantly at Emma.
Emma just shook her head sadly, dropping her heels and bag to the floor, leaving the couple confused and worried as Emma slammed the door to her room.
Ok, I hope you enjoyed, leave any questions in the reviews and I will hopefully update in the next few days!