Two for a Team

Emma calmly waited outside the school, willing Mary Margaret to make an appearance soon. It had begun to rain, and Emma was not wearing the proper clothes. She sighed, hoping that she could dry off once they were back at the apartment.

"Emma?" came a tentative voice behind her. Emma whipped around, to see David standing behind her. Rain was dripping off his hair, and he was in only jeans and a t-shirt. He'd clearly been in a rush. Emma brushed hair out of her eyes, her gaze turning cold. As if on cue, David shuddered slightly.

"What?" she asked, keeping it blunt and simple. He didn't deserve anything right now. He looked at her, blue eyes imploring. Emma couldn't help but feel a stab of sympathy for him. But it was quickly pushed away when she thought of Mary Margaret.

"I need your help," David pleaded, looking at the girl. She was his last hope. Emma straightened, clearly thinking this through. She narrowed her eyes, deciding to try and get more information.

"What do you want?" Her gaze showed nothing. David breathed out slightly.

"I know I made a mistake. With Mary Margaret. And, I know she won't talk to me right now. God knows I don't blame her. But, well, I still wanna see her. And, just talk to her. Try and figure things out." He willed Emma to understand. She took a step back, a little unnerved by the intensity in his blue gaze.

"What exactly are your intentions?" she asked. And, wow. He suddenly felt like a high school boy, being questioned by the suspicious parents.

"I'm not sure," he admitted, closing his eyes. He was probably gonna get hypothermia from this. But, he didn't care.

"David, I know you like her. But your married. I think… I think you need to figure out exactly what you want before you approach her."

"I need her help with that," David instantly responded. Emma narrowed her eyes, knowing Mary Margaret would likely be coming any time now. She tried to make a quick decision.

"Look, I'll try and help you. But, I'm not making any promises." It was enough for David. He broke out into a grin, like it was the sunniest day of the year. Even the rain collecting on his skin didn't feel as heavy.

"Okay, thank you." Emma nodded, but waved him off.

"You need to leave. She will not want to see you right now." David nodded, heading off towards his car. At least today, something had gone right.


Emma turned back to the school, seeing Mary Margaret rushing out.

"Emma, I'm sorry. One of the students spilled a bottle of glue all over their desk. I had to stay behind and clean it up." Emma waved off her apology.

"It's fine. I just wanna get home." Mary Margaret smiled at the sight of the drenched girl before her.

"Why didn't you just come into the school?" she asked, looking at the rain now beginning to pour.

"Uh, I felt like getting wet," Emma said, following her to the car. Mary Margaret gave her a suspicious look, but said nothing more. Emma blew out a breath, wondering how on earth she was going to deal with this.

Mary Margaret could feel Emma's eyes on her as she followed her around the kitchen. She knew that the blonde girl was itching to ask her about something. She took the pizza out of the oven, setting it on the stove.

A quick pizza cutter made short work of the whole pizza. Emma and her both took a couple slices, and went to sit on the chairs. Emma began eating in silence, contemplating how exactly to open up the conversation.

"Alright, spit it out," Mary Margaret said, looking directly at the younger girl. Emma paled for a second, trying to regain her composure.

"Well… it's a bit of a touchy situation." Emma hesitated. Mary Margaret sighed, already tired from her day.

"What did you do?" she asked. "Crash the car into a mailbox?" Emma looked startled for a moment.

"No! No. Um, what… what do you think of David?" she asked, her words coming out in a rush. Mary Margaret stopped midchew. She looked up in surprise at Emma.

"Why?" she asked, forcing herself to swallow. Emma shrugged, trying to look uncaring.

"Well, you stopped talking about him. So… I was just kinda wondering." Emma looked down at the pizza, and began picking away at some cheese.

"David is a perfectly respectable human being. And, our relationship is one that I have with most people in this town. I know who he is." She tried to make her statement blunt, so Emma would not sense the stab of hurt that shot through her.

"So, what would you do if you saw him again?" she asked, now approaching unsteady ground. Mary Margaret shrugged it off, trying to seem cool about the whole thing.

"I would treat him civilly. I would probably say hi. Then, I would leave because I have better things to do." Emma raised her eyebrow at that last part.

As if to ease the tension, they burst out laughing. The previous subject forgotten, they began talking about one of the students in Mary Margaret's class.

Emma felt like Judas when she began walking to the park. Specifically, the playground. David had talked to her again in the diner, while Mary Margaret had been pulled into the back by Ruby.

"Look, just get her to the park. Over by the play structure. There, there we can finally talk." Emma had nodded slowly, already regretting her decision to help.

"Okay. I'll get her there."

She turned her thoughts back to her current mission, which was to lure the brunette to the park. Great. She flipped open her phone, finding the contact for Mary Margaret.

"Hello?" came the voice from the other end of the phone.

"Mary Margaret? It's Emma."

"Emma? I'll be home in, maybe, half an hour." Emma took a deep breath. This was either going to be a great success. Or a horrific nightmare. One or the other. Hopefully the former. Probably the latter.

"Emma, thank goodness you're here."


Wahoo! Updates may be less frequent now, cause there are more stories to do. But I'll try.

Next time… A meeting can go two ways. Which way will it go for Mary Margaret and David?

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