Don't You Forget About Me, Part 1
Priest!Killian Drabble: After New York, Storybrooke gets dark-cursed again, and Emma has to find a way to fix it.
This chapter is rated T.
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"Sheriff Swan is here to see you, father," the nun said after rapping on the door frame.
The door was open, but Emma was standing behind the sister, unable to see into the office.
"Send her in," his voice replied warmly. The sound pulled at Emma's chest. "Would you bring us some tea, sister?"
"Of course, father," the nun said, dipping her head before turning to scurry off.
Emma took a deep breath before stepping forward to look into the office.
It was a small, neat room. The desk was plain, and the chair behind it was simple.
He'd been sitting, but he rose to meet her, stepping around the desk as she crossed into the room.
"Oh, my god," Emma gasped as she took him in from top to bottom.
"Father Jones will suffice, lass," he said with a wink. He extended his right hand to her and gave her a winning smile. "You must be Sheriff Swan. Pleased to meet you."
Emma tried to pick her jaw up off the floor.
He was dressed all in black (which wasn't surprising), but the little white square at his throat was disconcerting. Even though she'd already known that in the latest version of the curse, Killian Jones was a priest, seeing it with her own eyes was something else entirely.
Even without the guy-liner, his blue eyes were strikingly beautiful, bright and animated. His scruff was gone, revealing a smooth expanse of sharp jaw-line. His whole countenance seemed different. The centuries of pain were gone, replaced by some sort of pious calm.
So different, and yet clearly the same.
Emma licked her lips. She had come to him as a last resort, really. She'd tried convincing Mary-Margaret and David to no avail, Regina was one-hundred-percent back in bitch-mayor mode, and Henry wasn't in Storybrooke. The boy had been vacationing with Neal when the damn trap had been sprung.
So, with all the family options taken from her, Emma was left with a pirate.
Emma knew that Hook loved her. She'd known it since Neverland. And deep down, she'd reluctantly admitted to herself that she loved him, too.
But she also knew that True Love's Kiss wouldn't work on someone with amnesia.
The man standing in front of Emma wasn't Hook. He was a stranger, someone different and unknown-a priest for crying out loud. But she'd seen the way Mary-Margaret and David had been pulled toward each other despite the curse. Emma had to hope that the same would be true for her and Hook-Father Jones, whatever. She had to believe that True Love would win out over evil and she'd restore he happy endings... Again.
So, all she had to do was seduce the priest.
