Morning people got on Emma's nerves. How could anyone get up early and like it. Unfortunately David and Henry were morning people, and were always up and eager to speak to her as she slouched down the stairs.
David and Snow insisted she stayed there last night. After everything that had happened she was glad of it, especially glad Henry was staying with people who knew very well how to deal with certain people from that land.
Storybrooke had gone back to normal, everyone was back to doing there usual daily doings. Snow was back at working at the school, keeping a close eye on Henry when Emma couldn't and Emma gave David the job of deputy.
People kept relying on her to watch over the town and defend them all as 'the saviour' of course. She did the saving why did she have to continue fighting and it was only going to get worse when Cora finally came out of the shadows.
Emma had a busy to-do list, and none of it seemed in any way interesting or fun. She had to check up on Killian, Make sure he hadn't done anything stupid or god for bid escaped. See if Regina had countered Cora yet, if not then Emma had to find somewhere safe to keep her. Keep Henry the hell away from Killian no matter what, that was going to be tough and then meet with Mr Gold to discuss the peace she wanted to uphold.
"Morning." The small voice perked up from the kitchen as she reached the bottom of the stairs
Emma made an attempt to smile at the lively child. Already dressed and ready for work she began getting things together for leaving. "Hey, kid." She retuned groggily. Her eyes flickered to the clock ticking away on the wall as it read 8.30am "Where Mary-Margaret?" she asked bearing in mind, she and Henry were supposed to be in school soon.
David smirked as Emma threw her red jacket "We got, Snow, out of bed about 15 minutes ago." David laughed, looking back at Henry who found it amusing all the same "She wasn't too happy when we woke her but she's away to the shop to get you and her coffee for work, she taking Henry to school with her and I will meet you at the station later, you will be okay alone with Hook for while?"
"Sounds great." Emma murmured, paying very little attention to what David was saying.
"Emma?" He nudged. The last thing he wanted was his daughter stuck alone with that disgrace pirate, but his ulterior motives couldn't be put off.
"Sorry, other things on my mind right now, David." Emma tried not to let her tired feelings cause an argument or worse, a lecture before she went to work. "Listen, I can handle Hook, what can he do that I've not dealt with already. Look, I gotta go, David. Tell Snow sorry." She called, making for the door.
"I'll make sure she knows, bye." David watched his daughter leave for her almost impossible day ahead. He turned to Henry and shoved him playfully "Go get your bag, Snow will be back any Minute." Henry shrugged and ran to get his bag.
Emma was a few feet away from the station when she heard a voice call her name. Reluctantly turning to the sound, she noticed Mr Gold. "Gold!" she stated coldly "What do you want?" she was coming across somewhat icily, but it certainly wasn't for the sake of Killian. She could now only see Gold as Rumplestiltskin, and from the stories he wasn't exactly a pleasure to have around, he wasn't before but more so now.
Gold gave her and expectant look and sighed at her lack of knowledge. "Belle told me of the certain situation you have on your hands." He looked past her toward the station where Killian was "I'm more then happy to take it of your hands." Gold smiled innocently, though innocent certainly wasn't correct.
"Thanks…but no thanks." Emma leered "Hook is secured and if you make any attempt to go near him, then I will have you arrested too." The exasperation of everyone in this town thinking they can do as they please was so completely infuriating. She couldn't lock everyone up no matter how much she wanted to.
"Affections toward our pirate Ms Swan?" Gold teased, smirking as though it was funny, which by the look on Emma's face, she didn't think so. "I must say, I'm surprised to find someone who isn't in line kill the man."
"Oh, I've joined the line all right, Infact I'm considering skipping ahead," Emma corrected "but as Sherriff I am to keep him locked up for his crimes and yet still protect him from people who want to hurt him. Like you…for example." She snapped, nodding toward him.
"Ah, but you don't know what he did to me." Gold said calmly, but the wrath still made an appearance.
Emma turned to face the station for a short moment, considering ignoring him, but that would just leave the conversation open for 'the next time' and she just wanted done with it. "You're right, I don't know. And to be honest I don't care, anything he done in the past…in that land has nothing to do with me and I can't hold it to him now. So I advise that you, let. it. go." Without waiting for his response, Emma spun back toward the station and confidently left Gold on the street.
"Hook?" Emma called as she walked through the door into the silent station. When there was no reply she momentarily panicked and quickly paced through to the cell blocks. "Hook?" she repeated as she seen him in full view. He was pressed up against the bars, obviously waiting for her. She sighed in relief and walked over to meet him at the cell. "I thought you'd escaped or something."
"Would you miss me if I had, sweetheart?" Killian smirked, pressing his face between the bars. "Good Morning. You look flustered, Love. What's the matter?" he asked feigning concern.
Emma rolled her eyes and walked away from the cell "You can't take anything seriously can you, Hook!" she stated more the asked. Sitting at her desk, she picked up a form she had to fill out with Killian as an official arrest kind of thing. The pen sitting next to the stack of papers reminded her how much she really couldn't be bothered today. Killian's earlier rhetorical question now seemed appeasing. She looked up at him for the desk and groaned seeing he was still watching her. "Gold ambushed me on the way to the station." She answered begrudgingly, hoping he wouldn't fly off the handle about it.
"Why?" he asked simply, unusually calm. But quite like Gold she could pick up the edge of rage and anger scuff the edges of his question. "Did he ask for me? Threating you?" he continued, slightly edgy.
"No! No! Besides I can handle him, if he had threatened me, that is." She almost laughed at the prospect of Gold besting her.
Killian grinned, knowingly "Aye, Lass. I am more then certain you can handle yourself." recalling the incident…incidents in his land. If anyone else, other then him, could take down Rumplestiltskin then it was most certainly her. "What did he say?"
"He wanted me to let him take control of," she waved her hand toward Killian, indicting what it was about. "'This situation'" Killian's anger surged and Emma could visibly see another frustrating change of character and not one she was in the mood to take care of.
"And let me guess, you're going to let him." Killian barked "While I'm trapped in this cage, I extremely doubt that's fair now, Swan."
"Hook! Calm the hell down." She yelled, approaching his cell, finding herself uncomfortably face to face with him. "I told him to leave you alone." She snapped once he'd stopped fretting. Instead he replaced it with a smug smirk. "Before you get all sentimental, or worse, you think I'm getting sentimental, you should know that I did that because that's how the law works here."
"Of course, Swan." Killian smirked.
"Shut up. I need you to help me fill this form out." Emma expressed, clutching the sheet into her hand and holding it up to his face. Killian tried to grab the form but she pulled it away. "It's your official arrest form. I need to record your personal details."
She sat down again and consciously read out the questions to record the answers. "Name: Ho-" She stopped abruptly, realising how stupid she was about to sound "What was your name again?" she asked, Even though he tried to consistently remind her about it, she always forgot, purposely of course, Hook seemed appropriate. He stayed silent and just continually smirked at her. "Just answer the damn question Hook?"
"Will you remember it if I do?" he asked stubbornly.
"You can't really forget something once it's recorded on paper." Emma mocked "Just tell me your name."
"Tell you what, love." Killian offered "You let me out and I'll answer, all. Your stupid. questions."
"If I let you out then it won't be an arrest and I wouldn't have to fill out these stupid questions." She answered as though he were stupid.
"I may be pirate, Emma, but I'm not a simpleton." Killian sneered "I just meant until you finish the form, this cell is surprisingly cramped." The consideration on Emma's face was sufficient, when she looked back up, he was sure she wouldn't be stupid enough too actually to do it, however he was counting on it that she was.
"Fine" Emma snapped, grabbing the keys to the cell "but only until we finish the form. I need you out for the photograph anyway." She said and pointed at the lined and numbered wall.
She unlocked the cell and Killian wandered freely out, giving Emma his best 'victory' look. "Thank you, Princess."
"No, no. Don't do that, I've barely tolerated your Love's, Darling's, Sweetheart's and whatever else. So do not start with the 'Princess' line, otherwise we're going to have a problem." Emma warned, irritated and increasingly regretting it already. "Sit at the desk." She stated and pointed to it and surprisingly he followed her instruction. She sat down on the chair beside him and picked up the pen again "Name?"
"Killian Jones, remember it this time, love."
Emma sighed but proceeded "Age?"
Killian was confounded and didn't answer.
"Well?" Emma pushed
"I don't know, love." He smirked, gradually getting under her skin "Naturally I'm about 29, possibly 30. But I haven't technically aged in a while. I stopped counting round about 258 years old."
Emma fixed him with a 'you've got to be kidding me' stare, but Killian never responded to it so she just scribbled down '30(s)' she drank the water infront of her, wishing it was something stronger "Uh, Hometown?"
"Well I wouldn't call it much of a town, but Neverland will suffice." Killian looked up at her from the form and noticed the extremely agitated expression from Emma "Problem, darling?" he asked innocently.
It sounded so innocent to Emma, she assumed he actually had no idea how he was sounding to her, or to the damn form. "Okay, forget the form." She whined throwing it into a drawer in the desk "Finger prints."
"I wasn't mocking you, love." Killian laughed, but still remained truthful.
"I know. That's the problem" she sighed taking the pad of ink from a bottom drawer. "Put your hand into the ink."
"I'd really rather not, Emma?" he stated, using her name to emphasise that he would really be better of not getting stained inky fingers.
"Fine." She grabbed Killian's hand, pushed it into the ink and slammed it down into the paper. An annoyed pout from Killian satisfied Emma and clipped finger printed paper to another piece. A sharp pain shot through her head and she massaged her temples to trying to make it go away. "We're done. Now get back in the cell." She demanded.
"No!" Killian spoke calmly, suddenly standing defensively over Emma, The confusion on her face was evident, and he could see his plan beginning to fall into action. "Enjoy your drink, darling."
Emma felt a twinge of worry over come her as a soft unconsciousness became apparent. "What the hell did you do?" she snapped, outraged.
"Well, Emma," Killian spoke softly, crouching down to be face to face with her "You didn't check my pockets, love. I acquired, sleeping pills," he said, trying to seem like he knew what he was talking about "Double strength. They took a while to take affect though." He was beginning to have doubts they would work at all.
"Y…You drugged me." Emma got out in a whisper as Killian smirked "You sonuvabitch. I swear I'm gonna-" She yelled rather forcefully despite her drifting state "I hate you, so much, I can't even stress how much." She began speaking in mumbles. The last thought in her head before everything went black was 'Why the hell do these creeps keep drugging me.'
A/N: Sorry this took so long. I've been super busy lately. I intend to post regularly though. Reviews appreciated but not compulsory. Have a good day! Head's up, I'm British, I do try to spell and use American words to fit along the line of the show (excluding Hook of course because he is actually British.) If I screw up, feel free to correct me:)