Chapter 2
"You." David aimed his fury directly at George who jovially addressed the united couple silently noting their nauseating air of defiance as they faced him. Hands entwined. "You scared and intimidated an innocent woman. The woman I love."
"Your Majesty. I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about." He brushed away the truth as if he were shooing away a fly. Perhaps in his twisted mind he was. "Now come. It's time for your…" But, before he could finish his next words George watched in amazement as the prince released her hand and began to walk up to him. "I'm sorry about this Mary-Margaret." David turned, to her calmly. And she knew.
"Sorry about what?" George looked confused as he saw only a playful and knowing smile on the teacher's lips. "THIS!" The force of punch knocked the poisonous man to the ground. "You will regret this. Boy!"
"No."
"The only thing I'll regret." David looked straight into his soulless eyes. "Is that I didn't do it sooner."
"You foolish, ungrateful..." George began but, again he was interrupted, this time by a resolute Mary-Margaret. "I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you."
"Or you'll what?" Getting up he squares himself to her, sure that she'll need her "Charming" to rescue her. And can see in his eyes he's dying to. "You are nothing." "And you will always be nothing."
"You're fired." Mary-Margaret whispers, enjoying the complete crestfallen bewilderment on George Spencer's face. In all his sixty three years, he had never been fired and now this girl. This... Mary-Margaret Blanchard. He fumed.
"You don't have the authority."
"Oh! You're right." A sarcastic gasp from his love nearly makes him double over in laughter. His wonderful Snow. Watching the glint form in those brilliant eyes, she continues. "But he does."
"Babe."
David comes at her playful call, linking hands once more they speak as one. "You're fired!"
"So fired in fact, that if you even think of laying a hand on anyone I care about again, if you even breathe around my wife!" The last word caused her heart to nearly combust on the spot. Charming thought of her as his wife. Oh! No. Back to business. Spencer.
"I will end you."
"Now get out!"
George picked himself up and began to walk away ignoring the stares of some of the guests who had caught onto the commotion one of them, being none other than Queen Ruth herself between two burly security guards. (Who were actually as nice as can be).
"Your Majesty." He chuckled nervously. "Surely you can't believe what this woman is saying… It's ludicrous. I would never threaten the Prince."
"Gentlemen." she commanded "Please escort this man out of the building. He is not welcome anymore."
Only when the monster had finally gone did the sob of agony and so much relief finally leave Mary-Margaret's lips. "Charming." David embraced her instantly, kissing her forehead so incredibly tenderly it's a miracle she's still standing.
"I love you." He swears, pressing more delicate kisses to her quivering lips. "And I swear no one. Will ever tear us apart again. I will always find you."
"I will always find you. Charming."
"Mmm." A delicious hum rumbles between them that is only broken by their unfortunate need for air and a familiar "Ahem."
"Mother." David beams. "You remember Mary-Margaret."
"I think I should considering I invited her here." Queen Ruth replies teasingly. "Hello my dear." Enveloping her in a warm and reassuring hug, the just and kind monarch pulls away to gaze wonderfully at the returned woman. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."
"Oh Ruth."
"Thank you." "Thank you so much." "Yes." David beams kissing her cheek. "Thank you Mother."
"Well, I couldn't have my favourite son miserable forever could I? Plus it was costing us a fortune in Private Investigators."
"Private Investigators?" Mary-Margaret turned her attention to David. "Now why doesn't that surprise me?" she smirked, draping her arms around his neck loosely as their eyes locked adoringly.
"Greece, Spain, Brazil. A summer in Paris…. it wasn't easy."
"It wasn't supposed to be." The sentence hangs in the air in a soft whisper as their lips meet in a soft but brief peck. When he had found out she had finally settled back in her hometown of Story-brooke, it took everything inside him not to get in a car and drive straight there but, the knowledge she was happy, amongst her friends and students- a part of him had thought she had truly meant those words. Until tonight.
"You did say you'd always find me." Mary-Margaret says later as they sway along to a song they know too well memories of the day they met flooding their minds.
Boston University was his first adventure. He was a bright eyed, twenty-two year old and although, his mother was obviously nervous he had managed to convince her to let him study English Literature however, there was one condition, his body guard Lance would be a safe distance away at all times. No exceptions. David had laughed at the thought. Was he going to be with him when he used the bathroom? Or..if by some miracle he met someone would he spy on their date? No, he was getting ahead of himself he'd have enough trouble getting people to treat him normally or at least, that's what he thought until a frazzled young woman with a dark pixie cut literally crashed into him sending them both flying onto the wet grass.
He had taken most of the impact, turning instantly to see the most exquisite pair of hazel green eyes looking almost helplessly up at him both feeling like they were drowning in each other's eyes.
"You're a girl?" David had breathed out and then chastised himself internally. What did he expect her to be? A flamingo?
"Woman." she gasped, a blossom pink blush had crept upon her cheeks. "Are you okay?" David realised he was on top of her so moved off and watched as Jane Doe picked herself up and dusted off her now stained trousers. "Great. Just great." David could see the frustration in her eyes. "I would have been if you hadn't ran into me."
"Me? Running into you?"
"YES!"
The sound of his laughter only irked her more. Stupid, irritatingly handsome… Gods!
"And what exactly is so funny?"
"Nothing." David smirked but she wouldn't let it go. "No please Prince Charming." "Tell me why the sight of me with grass stains on my pants amuses you?"
"Oh it does. But that's not why I was laughing." The honesty in his voice takes away some of her fury.
"I was laughing because you're the first person I've met here and you've already figured out…."
When her expression became confused he decided to leave it. "You're the first person I've met here." "Hi"
That smile. Was he trying to kill her? "Uh. Hi." "I'm- Mary-Margaret- Blanchard." The name was pretty, beautiful, he found. Like her.
"David. David Nolan."
Mary-Margaret's face quirked in humorous dissatisfaction. "Nah, still like Charming better."
A beat passed and her gorgeous laughter ceased. "Well, I guess I better be going…"
"Wait!" Charming stopped her, producing an old sweater from his backpack he ties it around her middle hiding the stain on her butt.
"There." David smiled satisfied. "No more stain."
"Ha. Won't anybody wonder why I'm wearing a sweater on a warm day?"
"Could be a new trend? Sweater Chic?"
"Ha. Okay." Mary-Margaret laughs. "Thanks."
"No problem. Where are you headed?"
"English Literature."
"Me too."
"Huh, I guess I could put up with you for a little longer." Mary-Margaret joked as the two walked together, the beginnings of their friendship slowly forming.
"Mmm." "Sweater Chic." Mary-Margaret remembered fondly pressing the memory into a gentle kiss.
"It made you fall in love with me didn't it?"
"You know it wasn't then."
"Do I?" Her Charming toyed with the question like the child he was.
"MA! You know."
He did. Because he felt it too. There on the grass, with those caught eyes staring up at him. "The moment I saw you."
"Sweater Chic." The giggle came back until, Charming quieted it with a long kiss. 'You love it."
"I love you."
I hope you liked this. Please feel free to review as I love them. Thanks. X P.S. Expect a romantic reunion and another flashback as Mary-Margaret and David get to know each other better (Which is hard with a secret bodyguard in tow).