A/N: Hello gorgeous readers. Welcome back to those who have been before and hello to any of you who are new. I am shocked and amazed by the number of people who keep following and favouriting this little collection and since inspiration has struck and I can't be bothered to do more coursework right now, I thought I'd come back to Disneyland.

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In Sickness And In Health

Working at Disney was great.

It was such a rewarding experience to be able to make hundreds of children's dreams come true, even if it was just for a moment.

This was the mantra that Emma continued to repeat to herself for what felt like the millionth time that morning as yet another kid coughed and sneezed on her.

She understood the appeal of the Disney Christmas experience; the thousands of fairy-lights, the fake snow that clung to the rooftops and, above all, the amount of hot chocolate that was available. What she didn't get, was why parents insisted on dragging their sick kids around, ignoring that it was the cold and flu season, and instead spending a day dealing with pained crying and a never ending waterfall of snot.

She heard Ruby, who was watching over her today, give another disgusted sigh of exasperation. She had literally just re-sanitised Emma's hands thirty seconds ago, and now she would have to break into the second bottle after the most recent incident.
Trying to keep on her happy smile so as not to make the kid cry, Emma waved goodbye, before turning with a huge cringe on her face, to reapply the anti-bacterial gel.

Normally things weren't this hard to deal with, normally she could handle the bombardment of bodily fluids by laughing it off, normally Killian was standing right beside her facing the same horrific treatment, so she didn't feel quite as bad.
However, yesterday, Killian had bent down to speak to a very excitable, but very sick, little girl, who then proceeded to sneeze in his face. This morning, Emma had woken to the sounds of her boyfriend emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet, having contracted whatever bug the girl had passed onto him.

He'd tried to stop her when she went to call Robin and tell him that Killian wouldn't be in today, yet he had been called back to worship at the porcelain throne.

She didn't envy him per-say, she most definitely did not want to be spending the day on the bathroom floor; but, right now, she would very much prefer to be at home bundled up in bed, with him sleeping off whatever he had, and then passing out in front of whatever was on Netflix. It wasn't purely those selfish reasons that made her want to leave, she was also really worried about him being on his own. Literally all of their friends worked at the park, there was no one to check up on him; he could be passed out on the floor from dehydration and she wouldn't know.

This was the same argument she had presented to Regina when she arrived this morning, in an attempt to let her carry her phone for the day. Her boss had of course refused, but agreed that Ruby would be permitted to text him in hour intervals to make sure he wasn't dead. If he didn't answer one text by the time the next one was sent, Ruby had the right to call to confirm that he had just slept through the message. If there was no response after three hours, Robin would go to Killian's place and check up on him in person.
Emma wasn't necessarily pleased with the arrangement, but she would take what she could get.

Still; her lunch-break could not come soon enough.
The kid's faces still lit up when they saw her which was always enough to make her smile, it was the scrunching that came before the sneezing and the completely unapologetic parents that quickly wiped it away.

In the brief interval between crowds, Emma shot an imploring look to Ruby, who gave a good-natured eye-roll.
"He responded to the last text I sent," she said, swiping at her phone, "said there was a 'bloody sledgehammer inside his skull.'"
Emma grinned, firstly at her friends terrible attempt at Killian's accent, and secondly at her boyfriend's tendency towards the melodramatic.
"Can you tell him I'll call him at lunch?"
"Sure thing," Ruby agreed, tapping out the message with the kind of speed Emma couldn't even fathom considering the length of her nails, before glancing up, "Look alive. New bunch coming in and...oh, yeah,...these ones look like they've been cursed with the plague as well. Let me just get out another bottle of hand-sanatiser.

With a groan and a prayer asking 'why me?' Emma plastered on her best Disney grin, and turned to face her fate.

~E&K~

Thank god there was grilled cheese.

Death would have been coming swiftly to her colleagues if there hadn't happened to be one left after the morning she had just had.
But, then again, they'd almost definitely just faced the same horror that she had, so she supposed that maybe she could have let them off...although, it was unlikely.

"Are you living?" David asked, with his hand over his nose and mouth when she approached.
"I am," she replied, "But you won't be soon unless you let me sit down and pass me the cinnamon that you're hoarding.
"It's for Mary-Margaret," he stated, reaching with the spice across the table and pouring the perfect quantity onto the top of her cocoa, "She went to thoroughly wash her hands before eating, some baby puked on their mum and she's worried it somehow got airborne and onto her."
Emma let out an undignified snort, "Yeah, well she's a total clean-freak. Be grateful that you moved out from your old place; she would never let you near here with the state that Killian's in."

David and Mary-Margaret had finally taken the next step in their relationship and brought their own little cottage style house a couple of blocks away from where the boys used to live. This left Killian with the place to himself, but more often than not, Emma was there with him. In fact, she'd been casually taking things over there and 'accidentally' forgetting to bring them back, hoping that he'd eventually take the hint and ask her to move in.
She wasn't normally this forward, but they'd been together for nearly six months and she knew that they loved each other, the kind of love that lasts forever...plus, Ruby had just started dating this new girl who'd moved to Florida from Kansas, and the two didn't really no the meaning of the phrase 'keeping things quiet.'

"How is Killian doing anyway?" David said, taking back the cinnamon, and reminding Emma all at once.
"Shit, I was meant to call him. I'll tell you in a sec, hang on."

Without asking for permission, Emma reached across the table, snatching up David's phone (she thought it was unfair he got to have his, stupid male costumes with secret pockets) and drawing in the passcode; which is an 'M' by the way, because yes, David is that guy who has his girlfriends initial as his password.

Quickly she hit speed-dial two, because David is also that guy who has his 'best mate' as his second most important contact after his girlfriend.

She listened as it rang four times before she finally heard the groggy voice on the other end.
"Dave?" Killian mumbled, his voice cracking on the one syllable, making Emma's heart ache.
"Guess again handsome," she teased softly, almost feeling his smile on the other end.
"Swan," he sighed, her name filled with so much love falling from his lips, even through a phone, "How are you my love?"
She let out an exasperated chuckle, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"
"You know me love, never one to be predictable."
"Yeah, yeah, you're so spontaneous. Seriously though, I don't need to ask Robin to come and check on you? You're drinking plenty of fluids right, and you've taken something, have you tried to eat because I swear Killian if I come back and you're dead, I-"
"Emma!" he interrupted her ramblings, "I promise I won't be dead. I have been drinking water and some orange juice, had some aspirin and flu medicine, also managed to keep down some chicken soup. I'm feeling way better than I was this morning, by the time you get home I'll be there to meet you and we can catch up on the Netflix queue; okay?"
"Okay," she mumbled, blushing at her own ridiculousness, "Just..get better okay sailor?"
"Aye, aye Captain."
"I love you Jones."
"Love you too Swan, get back to work, so you can come home soon."

With another goodbye, she hung up and slid the phone back over to David, who fake glared before smiling.
"He's doing alright then?"
"Yeah," Emma answered, taking a bite of her grilled cheese, "He's going to be fine."

~E&K~

"You're not going to be fine for much longer Killian Jones unless you give me back that damn remote."

Emma stood behind the couch, arms stretched out to either side and legs planted to run at any moment, as her sick, but not that sick anymore, boyfriend stood out of her reach with the precious cargo gripped firmly in his hands.
"Swan," he growled playfully, his damn eyebrow arched in a silent challenge, "I have been to death's door and back again today, I refuse to be subjected to this."
Emma narrowed her eyes in response, slowly circling the piece of furniture between them.
"Death's door my ass," she hissed, "At least you escaped it today, I still had a load of kids waiting to shove their sickness on me. I have earned this."
He was moving at the same rate as her, edging continuously out of arms reach, "If you want it, come and get it."

With that Emma made her move, she sprinted forward, him moving off a second to late, giving her all the time she needed to tackle him onto the couch.

They grappled briefly for the remote but, with a well placed tickle to the back of his knee, Emma won out and Killian was left sulking beneath her.
"I can't believe you're going to subject me to this," he grumbled, "You know how I feel about the portrayal."
"Yeah well you're going to have to live with it. I'm going to marry your ass one day and it's one of my favourites."

She didn't realise what she had said until she felt Killian's breath hitch from where she was still lying on top of him.
"What did you say?" his voice was all low and rough with emotion, his eyes filled with so much wonder it made her blush.
"Not right now," she tried to reason, "I mean eventually...you should probably ask me to move in with you first."

She refused to look at him, it was too embarrassing, she tried to prop herself up but he pulled her back down so they were practically nose to nose again.
"Move in with me," he breathed. A statement not a question.
"You're only saying it because I-"
"Move in with me," Killian repeated holding her face in his hands to keep her there. "Move in with me Emma."

It was fighting a losing battle, the smile broke swiftly onto her face, as she leaned further into his palm, cherishing the warmth of both his body and his smile.
"We're still watching Peter Pan," she whispered against his lips, feeling his answering groan reverberate throughout her entire body.
It wasn't all that bad for Killian though, he stopped the moment she finally kissed him, secretly pressing play on the movie at the same time as she snuggled into a more comfy position above him. He held off on his complaints over the injustices against Captain Hook, accepting her lips as a valuable compensation.

And, if she was too sick to go into work the next day, at least she was staying in her own home that she now shared with her boyfriend, who was also a bit too ill to go back, and spent the entire day educating her in real pirate movies after handing over her brand new house key.

A/N: Ta dah! Tiny bit o' fluff for your Saturday afternoon. I hope you enjoy.
Powerfulhallucinations signing off from a cold and inspiring England, stay beautiful my lovelies.