Chapter 11
Emma lays back in bed and sighs. Emma is still riled up from her dream and there is no way she would be able to fall back asleep quickly. She thinks back to earlier today when she met the rest of the residents of Storybrooke.
Killian grabs Emma's hand and leads her back up the beach. He stops where they were sitting and picks up the cereal bowl and her pop tart wrapper. He leans towards Emma pointing towards the left side of the house.
"There is a side door on the left side of the house that leads right to the second floor right outside of your room. If you want to avoid meeting Mary Margaret and Ruby while soaking wet I suggest using it." Killian informs Emma. "I'll go in the back door and drop the cereal bowl and the trash in the kitchen."
Emma smiles at him and kisses him on the cheek. This is nice. It is strange feeling happy but it was a good strange. She hopes that it lasts.
Emma walks up the beach towards the door. She opens the door and walks up the stairs. Killian was right, the stairs led her right outside of her room. She didn't notice the door last night when she was upstairs. Emma walks into her room and shuts the door. She walks into the bathroom and removes her soaking wet clothes. Wet sports bras are not fun to take off she finds out.
Emma drops the clothes onto the bathroom floor and steps into the shower. She turns the water hot and lets the water starts to relieve the tension in her back and shoulders. Emma does not want to admit it but she stayed in the shower a bit longer than she should have. She moves to turn off the water and grabs the towel off of the rack. She wraps it around herself and steps out of the shower.
Emma wipes the condensation off of the mirror and looks up at herself. She still looks like a ghost of a girl. She is not sure what Killian sees in her but she is too scared to ask him. Emma sighs, grabs the comb off of her shelf, and starts to detangle her hair. When she is done she returns the comb to its home on the shelf and walks out of the bathroom.
Emma walks into her room and sighs louder. She forgot that between last night and this morning she had not really unpacked a lot. She sits down on the edge of the bed and stares at the two duffel bags, two packing boxes, her backpack, and one plastic tin before her. Emma moved around a lot as a child in the foster care system so she learned early not to hold onto a lot.
Emma walks over to a duffel bag and ruffles through it until she finds a pair of dark jeans and a black tank top. Emma pulls them on and walks back to the bathroom to hang the towel back on the rack. She picks her soiled clothes off of the floor and hang them to dry in the shower. They would smell if she placed them in the hamper now.
Emma walks back into the room and grabs the open duffel bag on the floor. She might as well start unpacking, it would pass the time before she had to meet the rest of her house mates. Emma did not want to make friends. She was just staying here until the Gold case ended or she found out the truth about the Storybrooke residents whichever happens first.
Emma starts to take clothes out of the bag and place them in the small walk in closet on the other side of the room. While doing this mindless task, she lets he mind wander. Zelena told her the drug ring was run by people with story book character aliases: Prince Charming, Snow White, The Huntsman, Little Red Riding Hood, Robin Hood, and Captain Hook. Zelena was sure it was her house mates doing it. But Emma's gut told her otherwise. David, Robin, and Graham seemed to nice and clean cut to run a drug ring. They also seemed to nice and clean cut to be federal agents but here they were.
Emma finished the first bag and dropped it on the floor of the closet. She opened the plastic box which held her shoes and her toiletries. She began to move around the move and put away the items from the bin. Emma recalls the files she read about Mary Margaret and Ruby on the plane ride to New York City. Mary Margaret was the same sage as Emma. Her mother passed away when she was 10 and her father passed away when she was 18. She joined the FBI right after high school.
Mary Margaret had a kind face from the photos Emma had seen of her. Emma was not sure what made her join the agency when she looked like such a sweet person but she was sure she was going to find out soon. Ruby on the other hand had a tough looking exterior. She had red streaks in her hair. Ruby lived with her grandmother until she passed away when Ruby was 20. Ruby had lost a serious boyfriend about the same time and she joined the agency soon after.
Emma could feel someone watching her and she looks up to find Killian in the door way smiling.
"How long have you been standing there?" Emma asks him.
"Long enough. Did you know you were humming? I did not peg you for a hummer, Swan." Killian says with a smirk.
"You do realize you sort of just compared me to a car, right?" Emma replies with a mock offended look on her face.
Killian rolls his eyes at her. "Come on, love. You cannot avoid it forever. You have to meet the other girls that live in this house."
"Fine" Emma replies admitting defeat.
Killian walks out of the room and Emma follows. She was not sure if she would ever be ready for this.
Emma looks to her left as Killian rolls over onto his back. His left arm moves to go behind his head. Emma watches him for a moment and realizes he is still asleep. Emma moves her eyes to continue to stare at the ceiling. She still did not fell tired. This is going to be a long night and not in a good way.
A/N. Sorry for the short updates. I have not had time to sit down and write a real chapter but I haven't updated this fic in a while and I really want to give you, the readers, something even if it is just a few hundred words. Hope you enjoy it!
