Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone. This is just something to do while waiting for the next movie to come out.

"Emma! Get down here and help with breakfast child!"

Emma mumbled something incoherent, put her bonnet on her head and went to help out. Emma "Smith" had now been working at the Governor's mansion for about three years, making her 19. Once in the kitchen, she went right to the stove and began to stir something in a big pot.

"When we're finished with this, we need to get ready for their dinner with the Harrison's," Veronica said.

"Rumor has it the Governor's son is going to propose to their daughter," another maid named Ingrid said putting some porridge in a bowl.

"Rumor has it my foot," Emma thought to herself. See, ever since she had started to work in the mansion Weatherby (yeah, she called him by his first name) seemed to have taken a special liking to her. Of course, she was always supposed to call him Mr. Swann but he never took to that. He always called her Emma, even in front of his father.

"Careful, don't burn it," Veronica said. She took the spoon from her hand and told her to go fold some napkins.

It was a very long day and after much cleaning and cooking, the Harrison's arrived. Emma helped by serving some of the food and smiling to Weatherby whenever they locked eyes. He would, of course, smile back. The woman who it seemed he would've been proposing to was a rather snobby wench named Penelope. She held an air about her that seemed like there was no one finer than her and looked down upon Emma as if she was some sort of smelly toad. If Weatherby was going to actually propose to her then Emma would kill herself.

"Shall we all retreat to the parlor," the Governor suggested.

"An excellent idea," Mr. Harrison said. They all stood up and left but not before there was a crashing sound.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," Penelope said.

She had somehow managed to drop a goblet to the ground in her haste to get up. Emma rolled her eyes and began to clean it up.

"Oww!" She scratched her hand on a piece of the glass. Immediately, Weatherby went over and helped her.

"Son, what are you doing," the Governor asked.

"She's hurt father, what do you want me to do?"

"One of the other maids might be of better service," Mrs. Harrison suggested.

Veronica came over, grabbed Emma's arm and pulled her out of the room. However, she caught Penelope's eyes and gave her that look. The one that said, this is so not over.

"Hold still," Veronica said caringly.

Despite it, Emma still flinched. Her eyes were rather red but she had yet to cry. She was too proud to allow anyone to see her in that condition. There was suddenly a knock on the door. Veronica got up and answered. It was Weatherby.

"May I come in," he asked politely.

"Sir, it isn't proper for a gentleman such as yourself to..."

"Yes, come in," Emma said sitting up straight in the chair. Veronica looked astounded but said nothing and shut the door.

"Are you going to be alright Emma," he asked.

"Yes, it was only a scratch. I should be fine."

He noticed the rather cold tone of her voice. "Is something the matter?"

"No, why should anything be the matter."

Weatherby, despite everything, refused to believe her and stated such a few moments afterwards. "Listen, if it's about Penelope..."

"It has nothing to do with that witch."

"Emma!" Veronica reprimanded.

"If it matters, I completely agree," Weatherby said.

"Mr. Swann!" she added.

"Please ma'am, you changed my nappies when I was one, it is only proper you call me by my proper name."

Emma tried not to blush while Veronica gave a small laugh. No one really said anything for a few minutes. The elder maid left the two alone.

"Weatherby, I..." She trailed off because at that moment, he planted a kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it while they had the time. When they broke apart, they both panted for breath and smiled.

"I shall see you soon Ms. Smith," he said. She curtsied and he left the room.

After that moment, it seemed like nothing could keep the two of them apart. Of course, during the day they would act like any maid and her master. At night though, the two of them could be seen in a special garden that Emma found one day on her way back to the mansion after buying something in the marketplace. Together they would look up into the heavens. They even had fun making up their own constellations in the stars.

"That one there is the heart," Weatherby said.

"Which one?"

"That one." He took her hand and pointed out the stars that made the proper design. She looked down into his eyes and smiled.

"See that one," she said pointing just past his left ear. He looked. "That one's that sparrow."

"Why do you say that?"

She took his arm now and pointed all of them out. He gently kissed her again and she blushed. "Emma, I really care about you," he whispered.

"I know Weatherby, I care about you too."

He waited a moment before continuing. "Actually Emma, I love you."

Emma looked slowly at him, daring not to believe him. "What?"

"I love you. I feel I could announce it to the whole world if I could." With that thought in mind, he jumped to his feet and yelled at the top of his lungs. "I LOVE EMMA SMITH!" He sat down and Emma didn't know what to say.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Elizabeth looked up to see Will staring at Jack. Jack was currently staring at the book and Elizabeth.

"I need a drink," he said as though he was panicked.

Hope you all liked it (especially Jack freaking out). More fun ahead, though this is on the back burner till I'm finished working on my other pirate story (which is fun too). Later. :-)