Anonymous said:

"I was trying to ask for directions and you accidentally pepper sprayed me cause you thought I was your stalker."

Not beta.


The evening had been exhausting and the only thing she wanted right now was to get home as fast as possible and drink a beer to help her unwind. Emma didn't mind doing the evening shift at Granny's but the thing was, when it got unexpectedly busy she was the only waitress to attend the clients. Granted she made a lot of tips but she always ended up being completely spent. It was tonight's case when all the tables at the diner were occupied in a matter of minutes (fifteen to be precise) and she had to run around, trying to think straight and not mix orders.

The moment she stepped out from the restaurant, she grabbed her earphones out of her bag and tucked it into her ear and then searched her iPod for her favourite song. The music gave her unexpected energy as her feet moved at the rythym of the song, lips mouthing the lyrics.

Emma walked down the familiar path to her apartment stopping at the local shop quickly to buy a box of frozen pizza, knowing that her fridge was empty and her stomach was currently gurgling. She payed for her pizza and a bucket of ice cream and was then on her way. As she got out of the shop, she noticed a presence near her, the unpleasant feeling that someone was walking behind her. Her feet led her through the sidewalk and as she walked past a lampost she noticed the shadow of someone behind her, their pace speeding up making her blood running through her veins doing the same.

She subtly rested her hand on the strap of her purse and then slip her hand into her bag as she grabbed from it's secret compartiment her pepper spray (a girl walking late at night should always be ready). Her heart was now beating loudly in her ribcage, blood pounding loudly in her ears, the music playing in her earphones now completely blocked out with her state of awareness.

The person's arm lunge on her shoulder and that's when Emma took the opportunity to turn around quickly and levelled the spray on the attacker's face closing her eyes and mouth as she sprayed a good amount on the tall man The sudden movement hitched the cord of her earphones, the music leaving her ears instead being replace by the loud shout of the man in front of her.

"Bloody hell!" The man hissed as he rubbed his eyes and coughed from his position on the floor.

Emma knew that it was probably the opportune moment to run but curiosity got the better of her and she leaned forward to have a better look at the person that wanted to harm her. and find out why he intended to.

"Do you always pepper spray people who wants to ask for direction lass." He vociferated as he tried to get himself back on his feet.

Het eyebrows furrowed as she heard the words that came out of his mouth wondering if she heard right.

"You wanted to ask directions?" She asked completely stunned as the man tried to open his eyes but failed.

"What did you think I was doing?" He shot back still angry.

"I… I honestly thought that you wanted to attack me." Emma explained as she tried to find the bottle of water she always carried with her. When she grasped the bottle she took it out and placed it in his head. "It's a bottle of water." She reassured him.

"Don't know if to trust you, could be a bottle sriracha to add to my pain." Even if he did say he didn't trust her, he ultimately did as he took the cap off and poured a good amount of water in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but what is your deal on creeping on someone like that on a dark sidewalk?" She shot back defensively as she grabbed the bottle from his hands and helped him clean his eyes.

"I was not creeping on you, and why do you feel the need of dragging that thing with you? You're in Storybrooke for crying out loud! Nothing never happens here." He blinked his eyes repeatedly and rubbed his eyes one last time as he took the excess of water out.

Emma leaned back with her bottle in one hand, and the pepper spray in the other, and for the first time took in the sight of the man standing in front of her, and he was sinfully handsome. The stranger did the same with her, eyes roaming her form, a sly grin curving his mouth. Despite having his eyes red and swollen, she knew that those blue eyes were enough to get her panties in a twist.

"A girl can never be too careful." As she put back her things in her purse and bent forward to grab the plastic bag with her food in it that had been thrown on the asphalt in the heat of the moment. Emma was set on defending her actions despite the fact that she may had attacked a man with no malicious intentions. He chuckled at her reply and probably realized that there was no use on argumenting with her.

"Well now, where are my manners, I'm Killian." He introduced himself to her and she had to contain a laugh seeing as he was trying to flirt with her with the front of his shirt still wet (and what a sight) and the lingering effects of the pepper spray on his eyes.

Emma straightened herself with her arms crossed in front of her chest. "You wanted directions." She huffed out in annoyance to which he replied with a lopsided grin, eyebrow raised impossibly high.

"Aye. Apparently my mate was already massively drunk when he gave me the directions to this new bar, The Rabbit Hole."

"Go at the end of the street then turn left." She instructed him and turned her back to him before he could mutter a thanks as she resumed the path to her place.

She was a couple of footsteps ahead when she heard him shout 'I didn't get your name.' to which she replied 'I didn't give it to you.' With that, she sauntered back to her place and found it hard to forget her unusual and unexpected encounter with the man with the sexy accent, Killian. Emma secretly hoped to stumble on him in the future. Little did she know that that future was the next night, when he came into the diner ordering a coffee, making another of her evening quite interesting.