I know, long wait. Really sorry about that. First off, I had some antivirus thingy installed in my computer, which wiped out all my files saved on the desktop, so this chapter was deleted... not fun. Next I was so angry with the ending, that I ended up changing it multiple times, till I got this one. Thanks for all the Reviews from the last Chapter. This one was equally fun to write. It takes place between the Shepard and The Heart is a Lonely Huntsman. So enjoy! And don't forget to Review :P
The sound of a vacuum blazes through the house as Chris wakes up the next morning with a full on migraine. He's on the couch in yesterday's clothes with a piercing pain shooting down his left arm. His hook has been removed and placed on the table beside him. As he stirs and rises from the couch, the vacuum stops and his sister walks over to him, handing him a glass of juice.
"Bloody hell! What's in this?" He exclaims as the red liquid scorches his throat.
"This is what Ruby, Ashley, Mary Margaret and I call 'wake up juice'." Gwen exclaims proudly. "Gets rid of any hang over."
"What's in it?" Chris demands, running his tongue along his teeth to get rid of the taste.
"That would probably be better to remain a secret." Her smile dies as she sits herself down beside him. "How are you feeling?"
"Better."
"Do you want to talk about what happened?"
"Nothing happened lass."
"Um the broken glass and mirror tell a different tale."
"I came back here to retrieve my suit." He sighs, his hand comes up to rub is aching forehead. "And I heard noises from above. Not to mention there was a mess in the kitchen. I thought something had happened, that there was a madman on the loose." Gwen's mind immediately thinks to Jefferson. "So I went upstairs and that's when I saw..."
"When you saw what?"
"Laurel in bed with Whale. She was...riding him. It was disgusting. It was too much to take in I lost it." Gwen sees his fist clench and puts a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I knew." She sighs.
"What?"
"I knew she was having an affair."
"How long?" Chris asks, his voice cracking. Twenty eight years. Gwen thinks.
"Since the beginning. And it wasn't just Whale... a few idiots from the bar too. And I wanted you to know. I wanted you to get out of her grasp, but every time I tried to tell you... you wouldn't listen. You were just under her spell so much."
"I'm sorry Gwen."
"Why are you sorry? I'm the one who..."
"I never listened to you lass; I always took her side instead of yours. And we're family."
"It's okay brother. I love you no matter what." She hugs him; his head rests on her shoulder as his breathing slows down. "I'm surprised you destroyed the house though." His chest rumbles as he lets out a loud laugh.
"Aye, I should have destroyed Whale's face."
"That's what Captain Hook would have done." Gwen smirks, looking at her black painted nails. He remembers the book Gwen has on her desk, the one she took a significant amount of notes in. The one where the name James Hook is scratched out and replaced by Killian Jones. In one of his dreams, one of his erotic dreams where he is with Emma, she had called him Killian. The mere mention of the fictional pirate causes an odd tinge to flow down Chris's spine. One that he just can't quite put his finger on.
"My dear sister, you wound me. I believe I am much more attractive than James Hook." He notes how she smirks slightly at the name 'James Hook'. But shrugs it off.
"Keep telling yourself that you old coot." She punches his arm and he sighs.
Chris's phone starts ringing... Graham...and he quickly silences it, shoving it back in his pocket.
"It doesn't matter anymore though. It's all over. I ended the marriage... Oh God!" Chris's blue eyes widen in alarm as he props himself up from the black leather couch.
"What?"
"People will arrive in an hour! I forgot to cancel the wedding!"
"Calm down Chris! I took the liberty of doing that for you."
"You did?"
"Well, seeing as you were piss drunk on the floor in shards of glass and Laurel was wrecking havoc at Granny's, I assumed the wedding was off."
"Thank you."
"Oh don't thank me for that." Gwen gets up crossing her arms. "No, the phone calls were easy. Dragging your ass to the bloody couch and cleaning up your mess was a whole different story... you're welcome."
"Oh what would I do without you?" Chris says dramatically.
"My guess is stealing ships, drinking rum and running after a crocodile."
"Very funny."
"Well, you do have the hook."
"Turned out to be quite useful."
"Yes I heard. Saving Swan, Henry and Dr. Hopper." Swan. At the mention of Emma, Chris's heart begins to race. Gwen picks up on this and immediately changes the subject. "I'm going to the hospital. It's almost time for my shift. Want me to deck Whale for you?"
Chris responds with a raised eyebrow
"Just try not to get into trouble."
A few hours after his sister parts, Chris decides to get out of the house. It's full of terrible reminders of the life they would have shared. He decides to head to the Sheriff station and see his buddy Graham, and possibly Emma. It's only when he arrives at the station that he notices the limp he has on right leg, no doubt a result from lying in glass the whole night.
As he enters the building, he slams into a frantic Mary Margaret who likes like she's walking on air.
"I'm sorry Chris." She apologizes but the smile still remains on her face. She passes the man and walks down the road.
The deputy's head perks up to the sound of another visitor.
"Chris?" Emma calls.
"Swan." He replies with a flirty grin.
"Shouldn't you be at your wedding?"
"Ah, so you didn't hear?" Chris's grin fades away.
"Hear what?"
"She cheated on me, we're over. There is no wedding." Emma sits up straight. The pain in his voice is evident and all she wants to do is hold him.
"I'm so sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"
"Basically I caught her in bed with Dr. Whale."
"She's an idiot." Emma blurts out, standing up.
"What?"
"She passed up on an amazing opportunity."
"Is this you're way of saying I'm amazing Swan?" His cocky grin back in place as he moves closer to her personal space.
"No... I..." Emma's voice comes out wavering. She does think he's amazing but she doesn't want him to know that she thinks that.
"And once again I've managed to get you all flustered love."
She steps back slightly and accidentally falls back onto her chair after the back of her knees hit the seat, causing her to be face to face with his crotch. Shocked, they both stay frozen like that for a good few seconds, she, wide eyed and gulping loudly and he, breathing heavily, until she closes her eyes and turns her head away as he steps back awkwardly.
"My, Miss Swan, do you enjoy ending up in compromising positions?" He fails to hide his blinding grin that stretches from ear to ear.
"You're the one who made me lose my balance."
"I tend to have that affect on women."
"Keep telling that to yourself, buddy."
"Weren't you the one who insinuated that I was an amazing person?"
"I didn't say that."
"But that's what you implied, correct?" Oh, how he is insufferable. But he isn't completely off track; she does believe him to be a great guy, except this cocky attitude is pissing her off.
"I just, I can't imagine how she could do that to you." She rushes out trying not to look flushed and jittery.
"Aye." He sounds so much like a pirate at that moment, that if it wasn't for the hurt evident in his eyes, Emma would have laughed.
"But you have to forget her. You'll find someone else." She says, trying to ring his spirits up. He snickers at her words.
"I do believe Ruby Lucas and Regina Mills will be quite pleased that I'm available."
"Really? You're already thinking of dating again?"
"Less dating more forgetting."
"With the mayor or the waitress?"
"Jealous Swan?"
"You wish." Maybe a little.
"You have no idea." He mumbles barely audible. "Though I'm still intent on doing everything in my power to forget her. In fact would you do me the honor of joining me at Granny's tonight for some drinks?"
"Like a date?" She widens her eyes.
"Of course not." He says, biting his tongue. Great Jones, you've officially scared her away. You bloody idiot! "It's merely a drink between friends."
"I can't." Regret causes her stomach to churn like butter. "I mean I wish I could but tonight Graham's putting me on night duty. He even bribed me with donuts." She points to the box at her desk eliciting a light chuckle from Chris. "What about tomorrow night?" His face lightens up.
"It's a date... uh... I mean." His heart skips a beat when he sees Emma smile. It's a beautiful smile. One he'd love to see every day. The way her skin glows like the sun and her eyes shine bright green with hints of blue. Her luring lips so pink and kissable... Stop staring Jones. "I'll see you then Swan." He says in a low voice, showing off his ever so white teeth.
"See you." She responds, her voice slightly wavering, much to her displeasure, causing his grin to widen.
Emma watches as he heads the way he came. She can't but feel of pang of sadness and greif for him, but the fact that he's free also has her toes curling. Who in their right mind would cheat on that! Someone so great, so loving... She shakes her head and turns back to her paperwork.
Graham pops his head out of his office, and turns towards Emma.
"I assume Mary Margaret left?"
"Yeah."
"Was Chris here?"
"How'd you know?"
"I smelled salty water and rum... never mind." Graham emerges from the office and sits down on the chair in front of her desk. "Did he look okay?"
"You mean after the whole wedding falling apart?" Graham nods. "I guess so. I mean he was his usual cocky self, but he still looked a little shaken up."
"Do you mind going to check up on him? Make sure he's okay."
"I just spoke with him... I... I don't want to bother him."
"Emma, he ignored all my calls and when he came here he went straight to you and didn't even bother talking to me. I think the fact that you're not from here makes it more comfortable for him to open up to you. I just don't want my friend to fall apart." Graham looks at her with pleading eyes
"Do you think you can manage the station for a bit?"
"Not a problem Sheriff." She gives him a mock salute and he heads out the door to follow Chris.
The blue eyed dock owner soon finds himself in a booth at Granny's when his phone vibrates in his jacket pocket. He opens up a text message from his sister.
Gwen: Hey! Whatever u do, don't go to Granny's.
Raising his eyebrow, he swiftly replies with his right hand.
Chris: Y?
Gwen: Ruby told me Her Crazyness is eating lunch there... with a new beau.
Chris: Laurel?
Gwen: Yep
Chris: Sod it all to Hell.
Gwen: Ur there already.. aren't u?
Chris: Unfortunately.
Gwen: K, I'll b there in a few.
Chris: I don't need my lil sis to protect me.
Gwen: Against Princess Skank? Of course not. I just want another reason to punch her.
Chris: Gwendolyn Jones!
Gwen: B there in 5!
Chris: Don't you bloody dare. Aren't you volunteering?
Gwen: Arrr! But im so bored.
Chris: You shouldn't have gotten yourself fired then.
Gwen: Twas worth it. :P
Chris: Goodbye Gwen
Gwen: ur so annoying Killian
Chris: Killian?
Gwen: damn auto correct!
Chris: How does auto correct turn Chris into Killian?
Gwen: Ask Apple? I have 2 go! Someone threw up on Whale.
Chris: Good
Gwen: Bye Captain Hook ;)
"Hey, is this seat taken?" Chris looks up to see David Nolan pointing to the seat across from him.
"Not at all mate." Chris responds. David rolls his eyes. "What can I help you with?"
"First off, I heard about what happened with you and... her." David shifts his head towards Laurel sitting across from them at a table with a man with sandy hair and a beard in front of her. He looks like the disgusting pig who frequents The Rabbit Hole, stalking defenseless young woman, desperately trying to get into their pants, otherwise known as Keith. "Sorry to hear that."
"Aye, who hasn't in this blasted town?" Chris growls slightly. The sight of his ex fiancée there making him sick once more.
"Honestly in a place this small nothing goes unnoticed."
"Seems the only one who isn't part of Storybrooke's gossip is Swan."
"Right, Emma." David says in a more serious voice. "Which brings me to why I came here." He sits across from the black haired man looking more confident than the normal shy guy he is.
Chris's eyebrow pops upward in amusement.
"I'm sorry?"
"Emma's good friends with Mary Margaret and friends with me as well, not to mention she helped find me. I don't want to see her hurt, so you better watch it."
"What are you implying?"
"You just got out of your relationship with your fiancée, your confused and hurt and you obviously like Emma, don't even try to deny it. I see the looks you give her; it's the same way I look at Mary Margaret." David notes how Chris sighs at his words. "Now we're both free to be with these woman, but the difference between you and I, is that I chose to leave Kathryn. If you didn't find Laurel betraying you, would you still marry her? Or would you leave her for Emma?" Chris tries to say something, but the man puts his hand up to stop him. "So I'll say it again. You better not hurt her. Or you'll have to deal with my fist."
"Quite hostile Mr. Nolan."
"I'm just being clear."
"And I'm shaking in my boots." Chris mocks. "Let me tell you something, Swan is an amazing woman, and I would never hurt her. And contrary to what you and Miss Blanchard believe, we're just friends, mate."
"I'm not your mate." David growls, sliding out of the booth. But as thankful as Chris is to be rid of him, he still wishes the man was there, because now all he can focus on is Laurel and Keith flirting away.
The harlot is wearing her more flirty green tight dress and is has her hand on her date's leg. It hasn't even been twenty four hours since their break up and she' s already sleeping around.
"Want me to spit in their food?" Ruby is now standing before Chris, blocking his view but only slightly.
"That's alright lass." He says still looking at them, anger just boiling inside him.
"Are you sure? Because I'm sure Granny would prefer that rather than you carving her table." Looking to his hand, Chris realizes he's been digging the knife into the wooden table top. After yanking the metal from the wood, he turns to Ruby who has her note pad in one hand and the other on her hips. But instead of looking mad she appears to be sympathetic and concerned.
"Do you want anything to eat or drink?"
"No, I'm..."
"Two hot chocolate's please."
Both turn around to see Emma slide into seat across from him.
"Coming right up!" Chirps the waitress. Chris steals another glance at his ex and Keith, gritting his teeth.
"You shouldn't be here." Emma says.
"What?" The dock owner responds confused.
"Watching her like this, sitting here alone. Believe me, you'll only get hurt in the end. Been there done that."
"So Emma Swan spies on her ex's?" Chris lifts his head up, giving her a cheeky grin.
"You're admitting your spying?" Emma shoots back.
"Initially I just came to clear my head."
Ruby returns, placing the drinks in front of the two.
"Thank you." They chorus. She smirks at them and returns to serve some other people.
"So, what brings you here? I thought Graham had our deputy busy with paperwork."
"Lunch break, and I can be very convincing." Emma smiles. Oh, I don't doubt that, love. As she smiles, so does he. Something about her is soothing, making his day and life brighten up like the stars. "Also, I felt like you needed to spend time with someone."
"I don't need your pity Swan." Chris states looking down. Emma reaches out and grabs his left hand. Wait no, not his hand, his stump. He didn't even realize that he forgot to reattach his prosthetic this morning, and here she is, his Swan girl, holding his stump as if it were his hand, sympathetically, like she cares. "Emma don't, you don't have to."
"Too bad, because I want to."
Laurel tears her lips away from Keith, wondering why her ex hasn't reacted to them yet. A few minutes ago, her master plan was working. Her goal is to get Chris jealous enough to beg her back. She has no love for him, but he was an amazing lover and great supporter. Once upon a time, Chris Jones was wrapped around her finger, and Laurel Harvart missed those days. She looks towards the booth, only to see him smiling and laughing with Emma Swan. Where the hell did she cone from?
That bitch was stealing her man! His eyes smolder at her, and she can see Emma's cheeks pinken as she laughs and stares back into his mysterious blue eyes. Chris is paying no attention to Laurel. It's like he's in his own world. Like she doesn't exist, all because of Emma.
What is so special about this woman anyways? Sure she's pretty, has blonde gorgeous hair, but she's so typical. She's a damsel in distress. Maybe that's why Chris likes her! It has to be. He likes the idea of being the hero! Maybe if I was the woman safe in his arms, he would fall for me! Maybe he would feel attracted to me once more, and stop moaning that woman's name in his sleep. Laurel looks at Keith smiling at him sweetly. Taking his hand in hers, she puts on her best face.
"I need you to do something for me." She says, moving her foot to touch his inner thigh. As he gasps, she lets out a smile. She's got him. And she will move the skies if she has to to get Chris as well. Because Laurel Harvart will do whatever it takes to get her man back.
The night sky darkens the streets of Storybrooke, as David Nolan drives home in his pick up truck. I'm an idiot, I'm such an idiot! He broke it off with Mary Margaret, because he remembers. He remembers his wedding day with Kathryn. He remembers the picnics they had with their friends. He remembers bringing a puppy home and naming it Ajax. But most of all, he remembers loving Kathryn. And he owes it to his wife to try and work it out. So, he decided to call it off with Mary Margaret. The woman he actually loves.
He could hear her sniffle as she walked away. He remembers how her beautiful eyes became dead as soon as he told her that he remembered.
Now, he passes the deputy in her police cruiser as she patrols, with a donut in her hand.
Emma waves to David, taking a bite into her bear claw. Right now, she could be on a date with Chris... no not a date, an outing... but instead she's here, patrolling for Storybrooke's nonexistent criminals.
The mayor's house is the only one that has outdoor lamps illuminating it, making it stand out from the whole of the town. That's why, when a dark figure emerges from the window on the second floor, the deputy is more than alert.
A thief trying to steal from Regina! Maybe catching him will earn her points with Madame Mayor.
Emma quietly steps out of the car and sneaks to the side, ready for the scum to emerge and get caught. As he walks by the bush, Emma hits him in the stomach with a knight stick, and down goes...
"Graham?"
"Emma?" He rasps.
"This is volunteering?"
"Plans change. Regina needed help from me to..."
"Sleep with her" Emma snaps, still awed with shock. "Is this why I had to cancel my plans and spend my night patrolling the town?"
"No..."
"Then why were you sneaking out of the window?" She says a little annoyed.
"Because... She didn't want Henry to know."
"Oh my God! You were doing this with Henry in the house?"
"He was sleeping. He doesn't know."
"I wish I was Henry right now." She backs away from Graham. "This is disgusting."
"I really do work at an animal shelter." He steps forward, trying to reason with her.
"You can finish my shift." Emma tosses the keys towards him. "I'm done working nights." She turns around, leaving a speechless Sheriff behind.
This was the dark dirty secret underneath the nice, charming guy that she got close to these past few weeks. He was sleeping with Regina, while her son was in the other room. He was sleeping with Regina.
Emma is so upset, she needs someone to talk to. She can't talk to Mary Margaret, since the woman is currently having a rendezvous with David. If only Chris was here.
Chris.
She could be with him, on a date. Not a date Emma... Actually, you know what, yeah a date! I need to stop sulking over these men and actually have a romance of my own! She thinks.
Picking up her phone, she calls Chris.
Gwen is sitting on her couch watching a rerun of the Big Bang Theory, when she notices her pillow buzzing. Moving it aside, she finds Chris's phone buzzing frantically. Incoming Call From Swan.
"Chris Jones' phone, how may I help you?" She says in a girly voice.
"Hey Gwen, is your brother there?"
"Nope, he's taking a shower. He'll probably be another hour, because at this rate he's going to use up all the hot water... again."
The thought of Chris taking a hot shower, with steam rolling off his wet toned body, is making Emma's mind cloudy.
"Hold on I think I hear the water stopping." Gwen states", running upstairs. She knocks on he door. "Hey pretty boy, your girlfriend is on the phone." She calls.
"Oh, no no no. I'm not his..."
"Keep telling yourself that deputy." Gwen jokes, as the bathroom door cracks open and a hand slips through it, motioning for Gwen to pass the phone. "But don't worry, I approve." She whispers, handing the phone to Chris.
"Hello?"
"Hey." Emma says, a little breathlessly.
"Swan?" Chris places the phone between his ear and shoulder in order to wrap the towel around his waist. Her voice is as sweet as usual, and he's naked. Wonderful, he thinks. "Um... I thought you were manning the town?"
"I was... but plans change." She mirrors Graham. "I'm free now, do you umm, do you still want to meet up?"
"Of course, anything for you lass." He smiles through the phone. "Are you alright? You sound a little shaken up."
"I'm fine, I just learned some new things, that I really didn't need to know." And I'm also imagining you wet and naked... Wow! What the hell is wrong with me?
"Alright, I'll meet you at Granny's in half an hour?"
"Yeah, that sounds good."
"See you Swan."
Emma hangs up and walks to her car at the station, hoping that Graham didn't beat her to the punch and isn't waiting at her car. She hops in the driver seat and quickly flicks on the light and adjusts the mirror. Luckily, she has her spare lipstick and mascara in the glove compartment. She carefully reapplies the make up, making sure not to put on too much and not to little either.
Chris dries himself off quickly and heads to his room, finding a clean dark blue v-neck t-shirt and dark grey torn jeans. He slips it all on over his boxers and dashes downstairs to put on his shoes and leather jacket. He doesn't even bother to dry his hair, so it's all messed up and spiky at random places, but he knows that Emma probably won't mind.
"Whoa, what's up with you?" His sister asks, leaning against the stairs. "Got a hot date?" She teases.
"Maybe." He grins back.
"Damn that was fast. Should I tell Ruby not to bother anymore." Gwen laughs.
"Relax, it's simply a date with a friend, who happens to be hot."
"Like a date date or a date date?" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. Chris silently curses ever teaching her that move.
"A date as in Swan and I shall go to Granny's and hang out as friends." Chris rolls his eyes. "Plus, I'm afraid its too soon to be dating. No woman wants damaged goods."
"Dude, have you seen the way the women look at you? Every woman wants you! And its bloody annoying, and gross. They all stare at your stupid face like your some rock star."
"That's what I told Laurel."
"Good boy." Gwen grins. "Anyways, go you don't want to keep the lady waiting. Especially considering she can hand cuff you and dump your butt in jail."
Chris groans.
"Should I wait up, or will you be crashing at her place, or car, or jail cell?" She teases. "Or should I make myself scarce, cause your planning on bringing her here?"
"Goodnight Gwen."
"Don't forget to use protection!" She calls out as the door slams. "I'm too young to be an aunt.
The door of her yellow bug bangs closed as Emma Swan makes her way towards the Diner. Her car is a block away from the joint but she doesn't mind the walk. Plus it's not like anyone in Storybrooke is capable of kidnap or murder. No... no one is that mad.
She walks in expecting to see Chris, but the only one in sight is Ruby, Sidney Glass and, well, Graham.
"Emma!" Ruby exclaims, causing Graham to notice her presence. "Can I get you anything?"
"No thanks." Emma replies, eyes still on Graham. But as she walks away, a dart shoots right in front of her, landing at the doorway.
"I'm feeling better ever since you know me, I was a lonely soul but that's the old me. With you I feel again."
Chris listens to the radio as he parks his car right in front of the Diner. He's ready to exit his Mercedes, when he sees Emma storming out Granny's, with Graham following her like a lost puppy. He runs in front of her with a pleading look in his eyes, stepping in her way. Chris feels the need to step out and tell his friend to back off of Emma, but he senses that she can take care of herself. Plus what's the worst that could happen?
Suddenly, the Sheriff captures the deputy's lips in a heated kiss. Chris feels his heart jump from his chest as Emma does nothing to stop it for a few seconds. Then she pushes Graham off, yelling something at him as he looks dazed and confused, and then she staggers off, clearly upset.
Emma pushed Graham away, but she let him kiss her for long enough. Long enough for Chris to see the attraction between the two of them.
He should gave known better. Emma wasn't going to wait for him. She was an independant woman.
After a few minutes, Chris hears a familiar buzz in his pocket.
Swan: Hey, I'm really sorry, but I have to cancel.
Chris: It's alright, how come?
Swan: MM needs me. I have to stay home. I'm really sorry.
Chris: We're still on tomorrow night though, right?
Swan: Yeah. G'night :)
Chris: Night
After placing the phone back in his pocket, Chris starts the car and heads home. He doesn't care if Graham is also pursuing her or if he has to move the sea. He doesn't care about Laurel and what she's done to him. She never loved him and his love for her started to die away anyways. He doesn't care about what ever stands in his way; he will do whatever it takes to get his Swan.
I know, so many cliff hangers. I'm going to be answering what the deal between Gold and Gwen is, and why Gwen remembers in the next one. Yeah, Laurel wants him back... cause she's crazy like that. Graham/Emma is beginning. David got all fatherly and protective (my favorite part), and Chris is turning into his fairytale persona... slowly becoming the flirty, get what he wants Captain Hook :P Tell me what you think! Also... I hate to do this... but #OneWillDie! :) Tootles!
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