A/N: Guess who's back, Shady's back—

I'm starting to run out of intros, haha.

Anyways, here's another AU—Trapped in an elevator! I thought this was a fun one to play around with, and I think I love the outcome.

I hope you all enjoy it, too!

(Also, I might have gotten a bit too excited about Christmas? Sorry.)


Killian hated his long days.

They dragged and dragged on, and sitting at his desk all day was not a good way to spend his afternoon.

Today seemed even longer because it poured the entire day-so, even when he did get a break, he couldn't go out on a walk around the city.

His day positively sucked.

So, he was a bit surprised when he found himself standing in the elevator alone with Emma Swan, a beautiful woman who worked on the floor above him.

He'd really only spoken to her once-if you can count terrible innuendos and mindless babbling speaking to her.

She was quite stunning, he had to admit. She had the most beautiful, rich green eyes that lit up her features. Her long, golden (yes, it was definitely golden) hair was usually down, splaying across her shoulders and down her back. For someone in such a high-ranking position, though, she didn't really dress like it. She always wore a leather jacket (Killian had seen her in a black one, a blue one, a light brown, and his favorite-a red one), a dark wash pair of jeans, and a pair of knee-high boots, usually black or brown.

Killian realized that he probably knew way to much about someone he's only spoken a few words to.

"You're here awfully late." Killian noted as the elevator began descending. Emma looked to him with an arched brow, clearly not expecting him to talk to her.

"Yeah." Emma nodded, looking forward again.

Damn it. Why did she have to be so difficult?

"I quite like that leather jacket you always wear-the red one. I see you walking around sometimes and I know it's you because of it." Killian spoke with a smile. He thought he could swear he saw a small one on her lips.

"Is that so?" She asked.

"Aye." Killian smiled, frowning when the elevator stopped. They turned to each other, then looked to the numbers on the top of the door. It was stuck.

Shit.

"No, no, no," Emma spoke quickly, digging in her purse, "I can't be late today."

"It's alright, love, I'll call this number right here, and hopefully someone can come get us quickly." Killian said, pulling his phone from his pocket and dialing the number on the certificate.

As he talked with a spokesperson (a dumb one at that), he watched Emma as she paced around-she was clearly worried about missing something.

He wondered what, but he didn't really want to ask.

"They said they'll be here as soon as they can."

"This is just... Not the time for this."
"Mind if I ask why?" Killian asked, leaning against the wall before sliding down to sit.

"My son has a school play tonight, and I've missed a few from being at work. He'll think I'm doing it on purpose." Emma sighed, sitting across the elevator from him.

"You've a son?"
"Yep."
"How old?"
"He's about to turn nine." Emma said, running a hand through her hair, "I feel bad, because this is the big Christmas one, too, and I don't want to miss it."

"When is it?"
"It's at seven."
"You've an hour-maybe we'll get lucky."

"I hope so." Emma sighed, "I know his dad will be there, and I don't want... I don't want Henry to think that he cares about him more."
"Are you not on good terms with his father?" Killian asked curiously, watching as Emma thought of a way to reply.

"We're fine, I guess, I just... I want Henry to enjoy spending time with me, too. It's just hard when I'm here all the time."
"Then quit." Killian offered, earning a glare.

"You think it's that easy?"
"No, I know it's not. But, sometimes we've got to sacrifice things for people we love." Killian said, and Emma's features softened, "Or, perhaps talk to your boss. Perhaps they'd let you slip up on hours, especially since it's close to Christmas."

"I doubt it." Emma huffed out a laugh, "Do you know Mrs. Mills? She'd rather have my head on a plate than let me spend vacation time."

"I say you risk it."

"Oh, do you?"
"Aye." Killian spoke seriously, "He's your son. I'd think you'd want his needs to come first."
"I do." Emma replied quietly, rubbing a hand down her face.

"Don't you worry, Swan. You'll work something out, I'm sure."

"I hope you're right." Emma sighed, meeting his eyes, "Your name is Killian, right?"
"Aye, lass." Killian smiled, holding his hand out across the elevator, "Killian Jones."
"Emma Swan." She giggled in response, shaking his hand, "I knew we'd met before, I'm just terrible with names."

"It's alright. I tend to remember tiny details, for some reason." Killian offered, making her smile.

"I'm sorry I just got all... personal with you. I'm sure that's not what you wanted to hear, while being stuck in an elevator, a few weeks before Christmas. I'm sure you've got family to get back to."

"Just my idiot older brother." Killian smiled, causing Emma's eyebrows to rise.

"You aren't married?"
"Sadly, no." He grinned with a small shrug, "It's just me."

"I don't know why I was under the impression that you were-" She stopped herself, shaking her head.

"It's because I'm devilishly handsome. You were surprised someone hadn't gotten to me already." Killian teased, making her scoff and roll her eyes with a smile.

"You know, it's odd how an elevator really makes people bond."
"Being stuck with someone doesn't give you much other options." He smiled, "Hopefully we'll get out soon-I don't want you to be late to your son's play."

"Thank you." Emma spoke with a small smile.

"In the meantime-"
There was a knock on the door, causing Emma to rise to her feet and go to the door.

"We're in here!" She called back, smiling down to Killian, who was rising to his feet.

"I told you, love-you'll make it to your son." Killian grinned.

The doors forcibly opened, making Emma sigh and grab her bag, glancing to her watch. Killian watched her thank the firefighters, smiling. He wanted to help her get there quicker-he just didn't know how.

"Ugh, the one day I walked." Emma sighed, "I'll be so late."
"Where does the lad go to school?"

"He goes to the school off of 113th." Emma sighed, "That's-"
"I've a way of getting you there faster." Killian interrupted with a smile, "If you trust me."

Emma took a deep breath before nodding and following him down to the lobby. He led her out to the parking garage, into the frigid, winter air and to his motorcycle.

"You're kidding."
"No, lass. This is my ride." He smiled, grabbing his helmet and pulling it on, then holding the other out for her, "Do you trust me?"

She took another deep breath before nodding and taking the helmet. She pulled it over her head and watched him as he got onto the bike. Killian chuckled and patted the backseat as she stared at him. Emma carefully tossed her leg over the bike, setting her feet onto the rests and grabbing Killian tight.

"Hang on tight!" Killian called out as his bike roared to life and he took off out of the deck. He heard Emma shriek behind him as she clutched his jacket tighter, making him laugh as he zipped in between cars. Finally, she laughed, making him smile. Her laugh was gorgeous.


They made it to the school fifteen minutes before the play started, so Killian pulled in front and stopped his bike. Emma was basically plastered to him at this point, making him laugh.

"You can get off now, love." He chuckled, smiling as she slipped off the bike and took off the helmet.

"Killian, as scary as that was, thank you so much for that." She sighed, handing him the helmet.

"Of course, love. Family's important. Even for someone who doesn't have a lot." He smiled, gesturing to himself, "Go watch your son perform."

"Thank you." Emma breathed, taking a step closer and pressing a kiss to Killian's cheek. He felt it warm quickly, making him chuckle and look down to his feet before averting his eyes back up to her.

"Might I offer lunch next week?"
"Sure." Emma smiled, "Let's go Monday, at noon, in the cafe downstairs."
"Perfect." Killian grinned.

"I'll see you then!" Emma called as she hurried into the school. Killian smiled and stood there in the snow, unable to believe that he was finally getting his date with Emma Swan.


(Liam didn't let him live this one down, even well after the two were together.)