"So are you coming or not?" Emma was done with Henry; first he would want to come with them, then he would just change his mind and say he would stay with Ruby. Like seriously, kid. PICK ONE. "This is your last chance, don't change it again, or I'll just take you with me."
"Then that's literally abducting and kidnapping your own child," he countered, crossing his arms and putting on a prize winning smirk. "And can I stay with Jefferson and Grace." Killian choked on his drink just when the words had escaped Henry's mouth, "please."
"Well?" she looked at Killian for help, all he did was shrug. That's really helpful, dude. "Killian, ask him," she commanded, she was super tired, and Henry's attitude wasn't helping one bit.
"Hey, Jeff, dude," Killian greeted, "yeah. Of course." After a moment after Jefferson was talking, Killian wanted to end the call already, "I was wondering if Henry could stay with you guys when we're filming. He suggested it himself."
"Um, sure," she heard Jefferson hesitate when she scooted closer to hear his answer, "Grace will freak. When are you two dropping him by?"
"Umm, how's half an hour?" Killian asked and Jefferson agreed, ending the call. "You heard him," Killian said enthusiastically to Henry, "go get your stuff." After the moment of shock cleared, Henry stumbled up the stairs to pack his things for a week or so.
"I don't think he'll make it for a full like two weeks," Emma stated, and she was pretty sure it would be the truth, "what about you?"
"You never know," Killian replied, looking at the stairs and a wild Henry appeared dragging a suitcase. "Ready?" Henry nodded and Emma followed the two of them out and locked the door with the key he had given her who knows long ago.
"We have to pick up Mary Margret and David," she reminded him as he started the door.
"You'd think I'd forget?" he asked, driving to where she used to live and Mary Margret and David entered.
"Maybe," she smirked as he pulled away from the parking and drove them to another mansion. "Jefferson lives.. there?"
"Yeah, got it from his parents when they died," Killian replied as Henry stumbled out with his suitcase, not bothering for a goodbye hug, or kiss or anything. All he did was wave; how rude.
"Wait, weren't you just dropping me off?" Emma asked as he turned off the engine, and opened the door, stepping out. She followed his lead, and so did Mary Margret and David. "Not stay?"
"Turns out I'm filming here too," he smirked, swinging his arm around her neck, "looks like you won't miss me so much." Emma laughed, looking back and pulled Mary Margret's hand to help her catch up with them, and she pulled David along with her.
"I don't know how much you're going to love this," Emma said, swinging her hand around Mary Margret's shoulder.
"I think it'll be epic," she replied, lacing her hand with David's and walked to their set. Killian's set was just right next to theirs, and he pulled her into a kiss before waving goodbye to go with them.
"Emma," Tamara said, and she almost knocked her over with a hug.
"What are you doing here," Emma asked excitedly, waiting for Tamara to return the hug.
"I work as makeup artist, didn't you know?" Tamara replied excitedly, shaking Mary Margret and David's hands before leading the three of them into the dressing rooms. Mary Margret and David both shared one, while Emma had one to herself. "You're going like Gothic punk for this film Ems. You'd love the outfit."
"Would I?" she asked, entering the room and waved Tamara goodbye before closing the door. There was her outfit, laid on the couch. It was pure black, everything. Black shirt, black leather jacket, black leggings, black boots, and black gloves that only exposed her fingertips. From all the black stuff she had to wear, she wouldn't be surprised if she was going to have to put on black lipstick and very thick eyeliner and mascara. She shrugged on the clothes she was supposed to wear, Lily- that was all they had on the script, no last name. Surprisingly, she didn't look so bad, were they going to make her dye her hair too?
"Emma," Tamara called from outside with a knock.
"Come in," Emma replied, and she walked in with a whole shitload of makeup. Mostly black, lipstick and eyeliner. "Are they going to make me dye my hair?" she asked.
"I don't think so," Tamara replied, leading Emma onto the chair, "I mean, maybe a light brown, but I think your blonde hair stood out to them." Tamara was brushing Emma's hair, something she hadn't done in like a week, and then she started doing who knows what with it, probably braiding some of it. Then she turned Emma's chair and started applying makeup; eyeliner and mascara, no lipstick. "There. They're ready for you."
"Emma!" Mulan called from afar and ran towards her, "I see you're ready. We'll start in a few." Emma nodded, Mulan was just wearing normal clothes, carrying a sword- nothing black, and probably no makeup either. She hated makeup for many reasons, actually. First of all, it's not natural. Natural beauty is usually better. Secondly, it was quite uncomfortable, and it weighed down her skin, it was bulky.
"Hi," a woman probably in her 40s approached her, "I'm the director. Call me Cora."
"Emma," she replied, shaking her hand.
"I know," Cora replied sweetly, maybe a little too sweetly because she felt a little uncomfortable, "you get to fight with a samurai sword, not a normal sword."
"Cool," Emma stretched the word, "where's the sword?"
"Here," a set person was carrying a whole shitload of weapons. Three daggers, she his two in her boots, one in either side, and one in the belt. Then there was a gun, "these aren't loaded, right?" she asked shakily and the person shook her head. Emma dropped it on her belt, careful for no good reason, and took the remainder of the weapons: the two samurai swords, and put on in her belt and played with the other one for there was no room left.
"Wait, I'm on the run with Mulan, and-" she paused, waiting for Cora to fill her in.
"Sara," Cora corrected, "and no, you're looking for her."
"Right," Emma nodded.
"Now you're up on the tree first, can you climb, or what?"
"I'll climb," she answered, making her ways to the tree she was supposed to be on and started climbing.
"And action!" Cora called, and Emma jumped off and stood up slowly, looking around then she heard something, a noise. She walked towards the source of the noise, the leaves crunching the dried, dead leaves and the camera followed her for a few feet before she had to disappear behind a tree.
"Not bad," Cora complimented, "another take though." Emma nodded and climbed up the tree again, ready to jump down. "And action." She repeated what she did, jumping off the tree, then straightening up and looked around; then following the source of the noise. "Perfect."
"Mary Margret! You're up," Cora called, and Emma turned to see her. Mary Margret's hair was longer, and she wasn't dressed in what Snow White would be wearing. A bandit. Bandit Snow? Creative, right there. "Just behind the trees, be ready." She nodded, following the instructions and Emma followed her, but kept her distance, knowing she had to.
The camera zoomed into Mary- Snow's face and her gaze suddenly narrowed. "Who's there?" she asked and Emma stuck to the tree, trying not to breathe so loudly while the camera was right there. "Who's there?" Mar- Snow asked again, and the other camera focused on her, while the other was on her.
Emma slowly edged around the tree until she couldn't see Snow, who was probably on the other side of the tree and she started running. A net swooped up from nowhere and Emma looked down to see Snow, crossing her arms. The camera was zooming on her, and the other one was on Snow. "Not bad!" Cora called, "continue. Unless you want another take."
"We're fine," Mary Margret called and Cora nodded, telling the cameras to start rolling once again. Snow bent down and picked up a dagger that fell from her boot, it had to be hers, for she started checking to see if she had all her weapons. "Well, well, well," she started, walking around below Emma, "look who we have here."
Emma returned with a glare as Snow stopped and back up get a clear view of her. "Let me go! I can just throw my sword down and kill you," Emma- Lily shouted, grabbing the net and started shaking it, making her move.
"It's not going to work," Snow sang, a grin on her face. "I can throw my dagger and kill you. I can get my bow and shoot you multiple times."
"I can just cut myself down," Emma growled as the camera zoomed up on her. Emma- Lily raised her sword and started sawing the string holding the net.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Snow sang again.
"And why not?" Emma asked from her clenched teeth.
"Wait!" Cora called and she stopped looking down at her, "can you try that again Emma?"
"Sure," she replied; the cameras began rolling and she clenched her teeth, muttering, "and why not?"
"Let's just say I have a pit of poisonous snakes, nothing much," Snow replied, circling Emma again as she cut the string.
"I was there, there's nothing," Emma replied sharply- why wasn't it working? Not even a little bit of it was cut.
"Camouflage," Snow replied in an obvious tone, "cardboard and leaves. Perfect disguise. Now, if I let you go, you'll battle me, if not, you can just continue to cut the rope and fall into the pit of snakes. Your choice; and the string is set, after you're on it for a while, it'll cut itself, so good luck with that."
Emma growled, "fine, let me go and I'll fight you. You act like you're going to beat me or something. And I bet you there are no snakes." She saw Snow rolling her eyes and moved to somewhere under her and then Emma heard hissing. There really were snakes.
"You actually think I'm lying?" Snow scoffed.
"Alright, and cut!" Cora called, and the net dropped, along with her and she fell with a thump. "Ten minute break!"
Emma stood up with the help of Mary Margret, and after a couple millions of "are you okay?" Emma finally walked away, bumping into Killian in the process. "Hey beautiful," he smirked, pulling her into a hug, "you don't look so bad. All that black though-" he stopped to whistle. "Wear black more often."
Emma chuckled, nuzzling her head into his neck, "well, you don't look so bad yourself." Killian was wearing a black tee and ripped jeans, he had fake scars and blood on his face, but he still looked handsome.
"Is that a samurai sword I spy?" he said suddenly, pulling away and pulled the sword from her belt. He played with it before seeing the same one in her hands, "bet you I'm better."
"Is that how you want to play?" Emma smirked, readying her sword, "I think not. I may win."
"But you shouldn't," he replied, swinging he sword and Emma swung hers too, them meeting midair for a while before it got knocked out of her hand. "Really? Is that all you got?"
"No," Emma growled, picking up her sword and swung it again, this time the fight lasted a little longer before Killian grabbed it from her grip and placed it behind her neck and the other pointing at her throat. "I hate you," she said, narrowing her gaze and he gave her a sword and pulled her into a hug.
"I know," he smirked, placing the sword in his hands back to where he found it and snuggled closer to her, running bloody and dirty hands through her hair. "That what makes you love me," he whispered.
"Killian! Time's up!" someone called and Killian pulled away, dipping his head for a kiss, which she returned gratefully. He bid goodbye and Emma made her way to her brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law.
"How's it going?" she greeted lamely.
"Great!" Mary Margret replied enthusiastically, "David's going to be in the next scene."
"Is he?" Emma asked, and she wasn't being sarcastic or sassy. She had forgotten everything, really. The lines- well, some of it. She just said what would come to mind.
"Yuppers," David replied, pulling her into a hug, which Emma returned gratefully.
"Time's up! Come on guys!" Cora called and the three of them made their way towards her, where Emma would be up in the net again, and Mary Margret would wander under her, threatening her. "Ready?" Emma nodded, "and action."
"Let me down," Emma snarled and she felt the net moving, like a swing, and a hole ripped where she was sitting on so she fell, rolling on the floor. "Thanks," she said sarcastically, and Emma was 100% sure it wasn't in the script.
"Pick up a sword and fight," Snow snarled, but in her eyes, Emma could see she was actually worried. Emma gave a quick and small nod, indicating she was okay and Mary Margret smiled. "Think about all the things I could do with your head. Chopped off," she ran her hand past her neck like someone was cutting it off. "You know all the things I can do with it? How much gold it'll be worth, and how much your weapons would give me."
Emma shook her head, "I don't know, and I don't care. It's not going to happen, because I would be the one to cut off your head." Emma lunged with the sword in her hands. Mary Margret leapt out of the way just in time. "So good luck surviving," she commented, their swords meeting in midair. Emma- or rather Lily knocked the sword out of Snow's hand and Cora shook her head.
"No," she said, "Snow's supposed to win the fight and pin you down. Then Prince Charming comes in and saves you. Alright?"
"Alright," Emma said, picking up the sword, "where to begin?"
"Thanks," Cora commanded, pointing. Emma fell on the ground again, "cameras."
"Thanks," Emma growled sarcastically, the camera zooming on her face.
"Pick it up," Snow kicked the sword to her and she looked up, just like the camera did, and man did Mary Margret look scary. "Don't be a pussy."
Emma growled, standing up and picked up the sword.
"Think about your head," Snow paused, running her hand through her neck again, "chopped off. Imagine all the gold I'll get. And your weapons, oh how much they worth."
"I don't care. Why?" Emma didn't give her time to answer, "because I would be the one to chop your head off. So good luck surviving."
"I don't think so," Snow said, slashing her sword with Emma's and she was going to fight back, but then remembered she had to go easy on her. After a couple of times, her sword fell and Snow kicked it away, stomping on Emma's chest to make her fall and pointed the sword to her. "Off with your head!" she shouted, preparing it.
"I don't think so," Charming had appeared, and he grabbed Snow from the back, lifting her off the ground and let her hit the ground behind him. "Are you alright?" David- Charming held his hand out to her and she took it, pushing him away as she made her way to Mary Margret and pulled her sword from Snow's grip.
"Thanks," was all Emma said before departing; running away into the trees.
"And cut!" Cora called, "we're done for today." Emma walked back, and spotted Killian. He was clean and normal, so he had probably finished filming for today.
"You were bloody brilliant," he complimented, pulling her into a hug before she walked him into her trailer to change back into her normal clothes and finally able to take off the makeup.
"I know," Emma said, pulling back on her shoes, "I know I was."
A/N:Okay, before you ask about the chapter title, this and the next one is what their films are called, okay? I don't even know about the title though. Didn't know a good name for it so The Assault what it's called b/c of the end. That's all I can say. Next chapter is Killian's day. I hope you liked it. Review?
