Lightning

Emma Swan and Killian Jones both end up in a deserted barn when it thunder storms badly. An attraction is clearly evident between the two

Emma Swan felt her car engine stutter and she knew what was coming.

She was going to break down in the middle of a serious lightning storm, and if she didn't find shelter, she would more than likely be killed by a falling tree.

Emma had been trying to get home as quick as she could before the storm arrived, but having an old car, which didn't like to be pushed, had not made the trip any easier.

Emma almost praised the lord, even though she wasn't religious, when she saw a barn, which looked as though it was in stable condition.

Quickly though, she cursed again when she saw that there was already another car parked outside, more likely the owner.

She watched a tree fall a few feet away to her right and decided she would rather face the owner than being crushed.

Quickly, she grabbed her bag and raced towards the barn door, knocking frantically.

"Hello!" She called."

The door opened and gasped a little when she saw the man that stood there.

He had a see-through white shirt on, with wet black slacks, his dark raven hair was a mess and his blue eyes were piercing.

Amidst her staring, she hadn't realized he had opened the door wider to let her in.

"Are you coming in, or are you going to stand there and either freeze or get crushed by a tree?" He said with an Irish accent.

"Th…thank you." She chattered slightly, as she made her way inside.

The man closed the door behind her, and Emma made her way over to a bundle of hay, perching herself up, opening her phone.

"Thank you for letting me stay. I know it must be weird to have a stranger knocking on your door…"

"I don't own the barn, lass."

"Oh." Emma looked slightly embarrassed, as the man perched himself a few bushels away from her.

"My mate does. David Nolan. He's a farmer."

Emma nodded and went back to playing on her phone, feeling slightly relieved that they weren't exactly trespassing.

"Killian Jones." The man said with a dashing smile.

Emma met his eyes and raised an eye-brow. "Excuse me?"

"My name…"

Emma nodded her head and glanced back down at the screen. "Emma Swan."

Killian smiled at her, before he too pulled out his phone.

Things were silent for a few minutes, the storm was clearly coming closer, and Emma could feel herself beginning to sweat.

She hated thunderstorms, and when they happened and she was home, she would cuddle up under blankets, and block the sound out with earphones.

Right now though, she was sat on a bushel of hay in a thin wooden shed, a dashing man sitting a few feet away, and she knew that when the thunder reached them, she was going to freak and embarrass herself.

"Just a prior warning, lass…" Killian spoke from the other side of the room. "I tend to have a fear of thunder storms."

Emma looked up at him. "Really?"

"Aye, ever since I was little boy. I never had a mother or a father to tell me it was alright. Only an older brother, who was just as scared."

Emma smiled slightly. "I'm sorry, and this is going to sound bad, but I'm glad. I am a massive wimp in storms." Her smile faltered. "I never had parents to comfort me either."

Killian's eyes met hers and very slowly, he made his way over next to Emma, not wanting to scare her. Emma watched as he sat down on the bushel beside her.

"Orphan?"

Emma shook her head. "No, my parents are well alive. They dropped me off at a foster care system when I was three. I, uh, tend to see them once a year, but I can't stand either. What about you?"

Killian looked a little saddened. "Mine are both dead. Mom died in childbirth with me, and my dad committed suicide when I was seven."

"I'm sorry." Emma whispered. "That must have been awful."

Kilian fidgeted his hands in his lap and slowly glanced up at her. "It was back then, but you know, it has been twenty-years. It'll always be with me, but it doesn't hurt as much as it did when I was a boy."

Emma couldn't help the mental calculation that went in her mind. Killian was only four years older than her.

"It doesn't matter, it's still something terrible in your past."

They both went back to silence again, and Emma couldn't help but notice he had a scar on his right cheek. Killian, embarrassingly, had realized she had to scars on her chest.

"Staring at my chest now?" She joked.

Killian shook his head. "Sorry, I was just looking at the two scars."

Emma chuckled slightly. "I'm a bail-bonds woman. I deal with crooks a lot, and get injured from time to time."

Killian's eyes widened. "Wow."

"These scars though aren't from my job." She chuckled.

"Then what are they from?" He asked curiously.

Emma blushed and smiled nervously. "It's a bit embarrassing, but uh, I got two moles removed."

Killian smiled and shrugged. "It's not. I got my scar from shaving. I was a five year old boy who got into my father's shaving razor and decided I wanted to be a man. I shaved bare skin and cut myself."

Emma laughed softly. "Nice. I have a scar on my leg from shaving as well."

"Take it you're not good with razors?"

Emma shook her head. "No, I wax now. I was constantly cutting myself. And you're the one to talk."

"Well, I was five and I only shave now to keep my scruff intact." He smirked. "I tend to find that it attracts women."

Emma rolled her eyes.

It went silent again for a few moments, before the sound of rain belting down on the tin roof came. Emma jumped slightly, when she saw the bright flash of lightning outside.

"Here we go…" She whispered.

Killian nodded, and thirty seconds later, a large boom came from the thunder, causing both of them to jump.

"I hate it." Emma moaned.

Killian chuckled. "Me too, it's a shame that we don't know one another better, or I might just be tempted to comfort you properly."

Emma met his eyes and laughed gently as another flash of lightning came.

"I swear I'm not normally like this when I meet strangers." Emma chuckled.

Another boom came and Emma jumped, letting out a soft yelp.

"Neither am I." Killian moved away from her and Emma watched him curiously.

He grabbed a blanket and made his way over. "What do you say, lass? It's not like we're going to see one another again."

Emma smiled and slowly moved beside him, both resting against a stack of hay. Killian wrapped the blanket around them, and carefully, an arm around her shoulders.

They got through the storm together, and bid goodbye with no expectations of seeing one another again.

Three weeks later, Emma's best friend, Mary Margaret dragged Emma on a blind date, to join Mary Margaret with her new boyfriend.

Call it fate, but Emma's blind-date was none other than Killian Jones, the man who had finally taken away her fear of lightning, as she had with him.