Chapter Four

-Andria: Swan's ex-fiance is just a random guy I made up. He's not supposed to be anyone on "House". Honestly, you don't need to know anything about "House". I just mentioned it because it was the basis for my inspiration, and just Swan and Jones' boss-employee standing. Nothing else, at least, not on purpose. Hope this helped!

Longer-ish chapter, and I kind of really like it. Tell me what you think! Things are heating up...

The sun was pouring in through her windows, and she almost couldn't open her eyes. She had a mild headache, and that was most likely due to the scotch and the lack of sleep. She removed the arm that was around her bare waist and glanced at the clock on her nightstand before immediately jumping up.

"Logan! Logan, wake up!" Swan nudged the man in her bed until he began moving.

"What?"

"Logan, I'm late! You need to go!"

"I don't have work."

"No, but I do, and I can't let you stay here alone." She quickly grabbed clean clothes from her drawers. "I'm going to shower, and if you're not out by the time I get out, I'm never speaking to you again."

He groaned, sitting up. "All right, all right. Wrong way to treat a guy you were engaged to for a year and just slept with him again."

Swan paused for a moment and then sighed, walking back to the bed to sit on the edge of it. "I'm sorry. I'm just late. This guy will have my ass, because we're in the middle of a case."

"So call in sick," Logan started, his fingers dancing on her arm. "Spend the day with me."

She looked down at her arm, and then at him, so incredibly tempted to give in. When he leaned towards her to kiss her, she made no move other than to kiss him back. It was short and sweet, and had her smiling, until that smile slowly disappeared. "I…I'm sorry, but I can't. I want to, but…Logan, we need to…actually talk about this."

"What's there to talk about? I came by and we…slept together."

"We were engaged."

"Until you decided we weren't."

She sighed. "I did love you. You know I did."

"But you don't anymore. You know it doesn't really work that way. You either still love me or you never did."

"Don't be ridiculous, Logan. People fall in and out of love every day. It's just what happens. What we had was great. I…was really happy."

"But your job made you happier. You couldn't…say no to it and say yes to me."

Swan looked down. She almost felt guilty about the whole situation. She had chosen her job instead of her fiancé, and although she was sure things like that happened all the time, she didn't think it would happen to her. But she couldn't help it. She loved her job.

She stood up. "This…probably shouldn't happen again. And if it does…it's just sex. No emotional attachments."

He nodded slowly. "I knew that's what it was going to be when I came here last night. I wasn't expecting some grand gesture or heartfelt proclamation. I just missed you."

"I missed you, too. And now you really have to go. I'll text you. Maybe we could grab coffee sometime. Catch up."

"I'd really like that."

Finally, she smiled. "Great. I'll see you soon." And with that, she dashed into the bathroom, turning on the water.

Had it been a mistake? Should she have not slept with her ex-fiancé while pining over some half-crazed boss of hers? Of course, that did complicate things. She loved sex with Logan. He was amazing in bed. But she didn't have any feelings for him. Sure, she cared about him, but she didn't love him anymore. Who knows? Maybe she never did love him. Maybe he had been right.

Swan recalled the events of that night before. She had wine, then kept fantasizing about her boss, and then the man she hoped was her boss but wasn't, showed up with alcohol. They slept together. Why did she vaguely remember seeing Jones' face during said intercourse?

Oh, god. She was really literally fantasizing about him. Had she said his name? No, she would have remembered that. Logan would have remembered that. Shit, Killian Jones was slowly gaining power over her without even trying. He couldn't win. She had to beat him.

Slowly stepping into the shower, Swan let the cool water run down her hot body, trying desperately to think about anyone else except Jones. She was acting like a teenager. One who was hormonally imbalanced, and Emma Swan was not a hormonally imbalanced teenager. She had self-control and self-respect. And she definitely didn't need her boss dictating her every move of her life. The work space was plenty of control on his part.

But what if it had been Jones at her door last night? He would probably be in the shower with her, making it round three or four already, charming the hell out of her with that stupid accent of his and his talented hands, and…

Oh, god, Emma, get a grip. He's an idiot. He hates you, and you hate him.

What was it about their conversation that night that caused her to suddenly like him? Was it the fact that she had managed to shock him for a moment, or that she really was the first person he'd ever opened up to? Or maybe his eyes. She saw all that emptiness in his eyes.

She was a sucker. He probably did this to all of the female doctors he worked with. And she was just getting sucked into his little game. Well, she wasn't going to get sucked into anything. She was going to win.

"She's knows."

"Who knows what?"

"She knows about what happened. The car accident."

The man having lunch with Jones, Dr. Whale, raised his eyebrows at his friend. "Tell me the 'she' isn't Dr. Swan."

Jones nodded. "She researched things about me. Somehow found an article from back then."

"That would have taken a whole lot of researching."

"I know. What I don't know is why."

Whale shrugged, taking another bite of his pasta. "You're her boss. She wanted to be thoroughly prepared."

"I don't know. When you research your boss, you look up his awards and his merits. You don't look up things about his personal life. None of that is relevant, unless you're interested in him as a person," Jones deduced.

"Well, Killian, most people actually care about their peers and colleagues, relevant or not. It helps figure someone out."

Jones paused, taking a sip of coffee, thinking on that for a moment. "So then should I be looking her up?"

"Not unless you plan on holding a decent conversation with her sometime. Do you?"

"I…don't know."

Whale looked up, narrowing his eyes at his friend. "What did you say to her?"

"Why would you assume I said something?"

"Because you always know something. When you don't, it means you have something on your mind. So what did you say to her?" Whale repeated.

Sighing, Jones leaned back in his seat. "I asked her out for a drink."

The man across the table almost choked on his lunch. "What? Was this before or after she told you she knew about you?"

"After. Why…is it such a big deal? She gave me that same exact look you're giving me now. So what if I asked her for drinks?"

"That's basically asking her to sleep with you!"

It was Jones' turn to choke. He coughed for a moment before clearing his throat. "It is not! It was a simple drink. Between colleagues."

"Tell me she said yes."

"She said no."

"Flat out?"

"Flat out. She said she didn't want a drink with me."

"Was she lying?"

"Pupils were dilating. So either she's sick, or she has a crush on me."

Whale rolled his eyes. "Right. Every female who ever goes through your department wants you. Killian, you sleep with all of them, then they have to quit because it sucks working with you after having their hearts broken. I don't even blame them. Don't do that to Dr. Swan. She's actually worthy of your team."

"I can't help it if every one is attracted to me. It's the Irish thing," Jones said smugly.

"Well, make it not the Irish thing. Be a doctor, not a man whore."

"I beg your pardon, but I am not a man whore. You're just jealous I get all the women."

"Yeah, right. Keep the women. I'd rather have meaningful relationships with them, than sleep with them and then break their hearts. It's just not worth it."

Jones shrugged, taking another sip. "Suit yourself. More for me."

Whale observed his friend for a moment before narrowing his eyes at him. "Wait a minute – you like her. And not just because she's pretty. But you genuinely like her."

"Don't be stupid. I hate her."

"She stands up to you and challenges you. She cared enough to look you up, and then tried to talk to you about it. You like her because you have no idea how to control her. That turns you on."

"Okay, when you're done psychoanalyzing me, I'd like my friend back." Jones paused. "I hate her," he said quickly.

"No, you don't," Whale replied, just as quickly.

"I promise, this will help with the headache, and the nausea will go away on its own," Swan assured their patient, giving the young woman a small sympathetic smile before walking out of the room and to the breakroom to grab a cup of coffee.

She needed a break. Not only was she exhausted from lack of sleep that previous night, but she had been running around all day, running tests and brainstorming theories with her colleagues. Jones failed to attend, but Swan was secretly glad she hadn't seen him. She was hoping to avoid him until further notice.

Unfortunately, because he was her boss, she was bound to see him at one point during the day.

"Swan."

…but she hadn't anticipated it being quite that soon.

She took a deep breath and turned to him. "Yes, Dr. Jones?"

"We need to talk."

Well, that sounded ominous. Maybe he was going to yell at her about how she hadn't run tests properly or failed to inform him of something. "I'm all ears," she said simply, and paused when he walked in and closed the door. Well, that was new.

"You were late today."

That's it? Strangely enough, the fact that he knew and wasn't even there when she arrived, wasn't the thing that surprised her. She had expected something wild from him. "Right. Traffic."

Jones narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm not an amateur. I'm sure Nolan and Cassidy bought that, but I know you weren't stuck in traffic. You're never late, meaning today you slept in. Meaning you had a late night. Meaning you had sex."

"Whoa – back up. You went from being late to having had sex? Wow, you really are deprived," she said, looking amused, but was secretly nervous.

"You're not denying it. Means I'm right. Who was he?"

"I didn't have sex, Dr. Jones," she said, choosing to remain with a neutral expression on her face as she picked up their case file left behind by one of the other team members.

He narrowed his eyes at her again. "You have a glow."

"I naturally glow."

"It's a sex glow. Unless you're secretly a vampire."

At that, Swan looked at him and gave him a look. "Yes, I'm clearly a vampire. I'm disguised as

a doctor to steal blood for food because it's the perfect cover for a supernatural creature. You caught me."

He stared at her for a moment, wondering whether he should give her the satisfaction of telling her how wonderful she was just for making that up, or whether to be all mouthy with her again, resulting in further hate from her. He chose the latter. "Damn. Stripper, now vampire. I hired the perfect being."

"Good to know I'm perfect now. And I do like vampire more than stripper, so let's keep it at that, shall we?"

It was rhetorical, and yet he felt the need to answer it. The fact that she was so passive about him made him go crazy. He hated that she wasn't getting upset with him anymore. He wanted to get a rise out of her, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to even think about doing that when his eyes began wandering just below her neck and to her cleavage. When his eyes met her narrowed ones, he gave her a half-hearted shrug. "Blame biology?"

She rolled her eyes and sat down, looking over the file once again. "If you don't need me for anything important, then you can-"

"Who did you sleep with?"

At that, she put the file down. "What does it matter?"

"It matters."

"Why?"

"Because I'm your boss and I said so."

"Most bosses don't give a shit about their employee's sex lives. You do with mine. Why?"

"I'm not most bosses."

"You got that right." But before she could look away from him he took a step closer to the table.

"Grab a drink with me."

"No!"

"Please."

"I'm not going to be doing anything with you." Swan stood up, suddenly feeling like she was unable to breathe. Her heart was pounding, and her mind was slowly forming a blank, which was a bad thing. She needed to still be able to think properly.

He blocked her way to the door. "Grab a drink with me."

"Get out of my way."

"You have to."

"Says where in my contract?"

"Says you have to listen to me."

"…about a patient's medical diagnosis. Not about my personal life. Move."

But he didn't. "If you don't, I'll fire you."

At that, Swan glared at him and leveled her face with his, having to stand on her tiptoes a bit. For a moment, she thought she was going to kiss him. Hell, she really wanted to. But she needed to get as far away from him as possible right now. So, she glanced at his lips and offered him a small smirk before leaning up to his ear. "It was my ex-fiance. Have a nice day," she said and walked past him, out of the breakroom, leaving him standing with his mouth agape, and his palms sweaty.