Emma pulled a random shirt over her head, hoping to be able to make it to Starbucks before going to film. She tried to flatten her hair; it was one hell of a night. And she was sore- real sore; she didn't know how she will be able to film any running parts today.
"Get up," she hissed, shaking Killian, who was sleeping on her bed.
"Come back to bed," he moaned, rolling over to look at her.
"We have filming today," Emma said, stern, "so get up so I can get my coffee."
"Ugh," Killian sighed, pulling on his clothes and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "We should totally get a break today. I mean, you must be exhausted; I know how good I am."
"Yeah I agree," Emma said carelessly, not understanding what he was just said, "and I'm super exhausted."
"I know," Killian said so quietly, it sounded like a growl. Emma looked up, what was he saying 'I know' about?
"I-" Emma recalled what he had said before, ...I know how good I am. Oh. "I didn't mean it like that," Emma pointed out, waving a goodbye to Ruby, Mary Margret and David, and followed Killian out the door.
"Sure," he said, stretching the e, letting it hang on the air longer, "I believe you."
"Jesus Christ," Emma cursed, putting on her seat belt, glaring at him. Like seriously? Can't that dude ever be normal? But then again, if he was, her life would be exceptionally boring.
"Blaming Jesus on this, my love?" he asked, driving them to their usual Starbucks. "Can how sore are you?"
Emma didn't think she showed any signs of them, personally. How did he know? She swore her face stayed level, only changing when she felt expressing something, not pain. "I- I'm not sore," she lied, following him in. Her thighs, lower and upper were hurting like hell, she could barely even lift one up without feeling pain.
"Say what you will," Killian said, shrugging, ordering what they usually drank. "But it's a lie."
"Lie?" Emma scoffed, "bitch please. I'm not lying. I'm not sore."
"Then race me," Killian said, challenging her. God she wouldn't even make it a feet without being sore.
"No thanks," she said, picking up the coffees and thanked Widow before handing him his coffee, "I mean I would, but I don't feel like it today."
"Sure," Killian replied, sipping his coffee, driving them to the studio.
"Change of plans!" Mr. Gold called when they stepped out of the car, he gave Killian a piece of paper, "we're not filming here today. We'll be in the forest all week, so hope you have your bug spray and- GO! GO! GO!"
Emma was sitting in the car again as Mr. Gold and the crew set off and Killian opened the paper. Directions to the forest. She read the paragraph below it as he gave it to her:
Trailers will be prepared for you. Get in, get changed and don't make a mess. We have to get filming pronto. You will live in the trailer- sleep and such until the filming here is done. Don't complain and don't fuck.
Emma was quite sure he added 'don't fuck' to piss her off. Seriously, she wouldn't fuck him, would she? Sure, she just did last night, but sill. Doesn't mean she would do that again... She looked up, watching Killian and moved her legs slightly, to the beat of the music. Treasure by Bruno Mars, an extremely catchy song, her thighs hurt just as she did and she winced, hoping Killian didn't notice, but Emma was quite sure he did. He didn't comment, but continued to drive and hum.
"We're here," he announced, parking the car next to a trailer she assumed was theirs and got out, following him. Yes, it was theirs; engraved on a gold sign were the words Hook followed by a hook, and Killian Jones Emma Swan. "You okay?" he asked, glancing back as she struggled to walk up the stairs, her thighs were seriously hurting.
"I'm fine," Emma said, giving up and lifted her feet to stumble up the stairs, the pain was worse than she thought. Killian followed her, supporting her and closed the trailer door.
"No, you're not," she leaned on him for support, setting herself on the bed. Killian knelt down next to her, his eyes looking up to meet hers; blue and gentle, but also fierce. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Emma said, standing up but Killian pulled her down again.
"Something's wrong," he said, well, no shit, Sherlock. "You're sore, where?"
Emma didn't answer, but just stared at him. "So what if I am?"
"Can't let a woman suffer, can I?" he asked, sitting down next to her, his face inches from her. "Emma, tell me." She let her hands drop, rubbing her thighs and he followed her gaze, a smile grazing on his lips. "You could have just tell me, my dear," he said, rubbing her thighs, moving them in comforting circles. She let out a sigh, releasing all the pressure and closed her eyes, leaning in, letting her head rest on Killian's shoulder.
"Oi!" a voice called from outside, someone was knocking, "hurry up and get out here."
"Alright!" Killian called, standing up and tossed her her outfit. "Hurry up, alright," he said, "and don't try to strain yourself." Emma nodded in rely, pulling off her clothes and slipped on the ones she had to wear, it was quite easier to change, but it still hurt.
"You okay?" he asked, turning to check on her and she nodded, trying not to reach down too far to put on her shoes.
"I'm fine," she muttered again, seeing the concerned look on his face as she stood up. He rushed to her aid, his hook almost falling from his hand as he put his arm around her, helping her stand. "Still fine," she said, prying his hands from her as she started walking out the trailer, jumping down the steps, and she immediately regretted it; her thighs pained again.
"Still not fine," Killian said, from behind her, leading her into the forest where they were filming. There, cameras, chairs, people, and props.
"Finally," Graham said, appearing from behind the trees, "if you took longer, I would have thought you two were fucking in there."
Emma sighed at the comment, finding her chair and sat down, waiting for Mr. Gold to call them. "Did I do something wrong, or someone is just being bitchy today?" Graham teased, and Emma was quite sure he was smirking.
"Trust me," Emma turned around and glared at him, "if I wanted to, I would beat the shit out of you right now." She wanted to, but she didn't, for her thighs were hurting. She might as well just cut them off, she was quite sure it would be less painful.
"She's sore," Killian informed, taking the chair next to her, playing with her blonde locks.
"From what?" Graham asked, winking and Emma was ready to slap him now. One more of those and she would get up and run after him just to slap him across the face; not caring about how much pain she would get from her sore thighs.
"Just shut up," she hissed darkly, her eyes giving her death glare, and he backed away: "chill, woman."
"You're up," Gold called, tossing them a sword and Emma slowly stepped down, walking on set. Her thighs hurt, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle.
"You alright?" he asked, he was worried, and she was pissed that he asked her that so many time. Sure, she appreciated that he cared about her, but she shouldn't ask her that many times a day- or hour.
"I'm fine," she said, waving off the subject and walked to the place where a crew person pointed to her for and Killian, right next to her. "Just hope we don't have to run though," she muttered and he chuckled.
"Aye, same here, lass," he said, already in character. The hook on his left hand, and the sword on his other; Emma's sword was on the right too, but instead of it being up and ready, it was pointing down, like a cane, supporting her.
"And action!" Gold called from behind the camera, wait, what was she supposed to do? She had forgotten over the two day break. She decided she'll just follow Killian's lead.
"Just over there," he pointed somewhere behind the trees and started walking, his sword readied and Emma followed him, every step paining her. He glanced back when she started falling behind, a worried look on his face but she nodded, indicating that she was fine. Emma finally caught up with him, a dummy was set there, it was supposed to be a type of monster, whatever it was.
"Their base is just over there," he said, they were hidden behind a tree, "we're not far." She nodded and he stormed out of his hiding place, slashing the dummy across the chest a few times before letting the blade sink in. Fake blood- or she thought it was blood anyways, for it was green- poured out of the dummy and Killian pulled his sword out, and tried to clean it.
"Alright, good enough," Gold called from behind them, Emma didn't have the strength to look back; her thighs were seriously killing her.
"Continue," Gold called, letting the camera come closer to them, "and action."
"So how far?" she asked, it was her natural reaction, and sure it would be something Tina would say too.
"Just in a little," he said, leading her in and silently, she followed. It was a short walk, nothing important really happening, just Killian cutting the branches getting in his way and Emma trying to keep a normal face.
"There is is," Emma suddenly said after Killian slashed a branch and he nodded. Tents and people armed with swords; that was it. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Alright," Mr. Gold said, cutting the scene and they turned; she let out a small yelp and Killian wrapped his arm around her. "So you fight these people. Jones, you take those first two, you see. And Swan, you take the last one."
"Alright then," Killian said, nodding as Gold walked to the soldiers- knights- people and told them his instructions. "You okay?" he asked, eyeing her curiously, she nodded. He leaned in pecking her lips before pulling away, a concerned look on his face.
"Still fine, Killy," she said, trying out a nickname, curious to see if he would get pissed off or not. Emma pulled him into a hug, wrapping her hands around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder.
"Done with all the lovely dovely things here?" Gold asked impatiently and Emma blushed, nodding. "Good, because we're filming now, and I don't want you two to be gentle. Harsh. And mean."
"And action!" he called and they started rolling.
"You take that," Killian pointed to the last one, "and I'll take the rest."
"Alright then," Emma said, making her way towards the one she was supposed to 'kill' and started fighting. Their swords clashed in midair, then on the bottom. She blocked, and backed away, traveling in circles, trying to be as far away from the warrior as possible. They fought for a while longer, he was just the right one for her to try to kill, just her match. Emma heard someone fell with a clank metal followed, so Killian knocked out one- with one hand. Her match, well, he was either only that good, which she doubted now, or that he was going easy.
"Okay, Emma," Mr. Gold came up to her, telling the crew to replace her opponent with a fake, "just chop off his head."
"I-" Emma looked at the fake one, it looked so real. "Alright."
"And go, Emma," he said, letting the camera roll, it focused on her only, so they couldn't tell the warrior was frozen. One, two, three- Emma chopped the air, letting the sword fly straight past the neck and the head fell with a thump. Blood. Emma looked away in disgust as Killian knocked out his other opponent.
"And cut," Gold called, "that's a wrap for today."
Emma looked up, already? She was sure the sun was setting for the sky was pink, she saw some stars already twinkling. This was going to be a long week, staying in the forest, hopefully they'll give her extra clothes.
They were barely done with filming, and they were at the gym.. again. Why? Killian wanted to get some more exercise while Emma just sat there, next to him, and talked with him and her son. Turned out she actually had to run- a lot and she was even more sore than she started out a week ago.
"Still sore?" Killian asked, running on the treadmill, "didn't know my workouts last that long."
"Shut it," she said, laying down and started rubbing her thighs.
"Better when I do it, no?" Killian chuckled, a smirk appearing on his face and Emma sighed. Boys will be boys. "Can't deny that, can you, my dear?"
"This is going to get awkward," Henry sang and Emma silently agreed, "well, I'm going to go."
"Alright, don't be too long, Henry," she said, sitting up again and let out a little sigh, her leg was never going to get better, would it.
"And talk to Neal," Emma froze, not knowing how to reply to that.
"Alright then," she said, turning to see Neal and Tamara, making their way towards them. "See you."
"Hey, Emma, Killian!" Tamara greeted enthusiastically, "how's everything?"
"Fine, but I'm seriously sore," Emma replied as Tamara sat down next to her.
"I see," Tamara said, eyeing her then looked at Killian, "you?"
"Perfectly fine," he replied, getting off the treadmill and started wiping off his sweat, placing himself next to Emma, getting a perfect view of Henry and Neal talking from afar.
"Wonder how that's going to work out," Emma said, flicking glances to Tamara.
"You told him?" she asked, surprised and Emma nodded. Neal was now on his knees, pleading for something.
"Does he actually go on his knees that much?" Emma asked, surprised about his posture.
"He proposed to you, didn't he? On one knee?"
"Oh, hell no," Emma said, shaking her head, "he just held it out, didn't even go on one knee and all that shit."
"That's terrible," Tamara said and everyone agreed. Killian wrapped his arm around Emma, pulling her close. Neal was on his two feet again and Henry looked angry. Real angry.
"Well you tell her that!" he shouted so loud, the whole gym quieted down, looking at them before returning to their activity. What Henry did next surprised her, and she was quite sure it surprised everyone else.
Henry punched Neal, right in the stomach, then in the face, and strutted away, towards the three of them. From behind him, the victim was clutching his nose, trying to stop the bleeding.
"Henry," Emma was shocked- she didn't know if she should be proud or not.
"I think I have to go," Tamara said suddenly, "or Neal's going to be mad at me. Anyways, see you." She walked away, and Emma swore she saw her wink at Henry before making her way to her fiance.
"I think you did quite well, personally," Killian complimented.
"As do I," Emma agreed, pulling her two boys into a hug. Boys will be boys, but her boys were also gentlemen. And gentlemen will be gentlemen.
A/N: I hope you like. :) I made Emma sore b/c I also am sore, I have this muscle that hurts only when I run, so I look weird when I jog, lol. But enough about me; I hope you like it :) If this is up later than 6/9/13 I'm sorry. ff isn't working so well for me, I can't go to manage stories, so I'll try my best. Review?