"Oh, come on!" a blonde woman yelled at her car is it slowed despite her pushing on the gas, "Don't do this to me, stupid piece of junk!"
The car finally stopped and the woman groaned. She got out of the car and kicked the tire angrily. She saw a sign that read Storybrooke and sighed, rolling her eyes.
"I've never even heard of this place," she muttered.
Switching the car into neutral, she began to push the car down the road, sliding on the snow covered street. At long last she reached the small town and pushed the car into a parking spot on the side of the road and looked around.
"Piece of garbage car," she said, glaring at it.
She spotted a diner and went in, hoping to find someone who could help her inside. It was quiet inside, only a few people scattered around in random booths and at tables.
"Can I help you?" asked Ruby, approaching the blonde.
"Um, my car broke down and I have no idea where I am," the woman said.
"Oh! Well, take a seat, let's get some food in you, and I'll contact the sheriff. He'll help you," Ruby said, leading the woman to a booth.
She handed the blonde a menu and walked away to call Graham.
"Sheriff Graham is on his way. Would you like anything in the meantime?" Ruby said, coming back a minute later.
"Can I have a grilled cheese sandwich and fries?" asked the woman.
"Coming right up," Ruby smiled.
She walked away and the woman looked around the restaurant, curious about the other patrons. The door to the diner opened and a man came in from the cold and snow. He had shockingly blue eyes and dark black hair, and was wearing a long jacket. He sat at a booth right behind the newcomers and yawned. It had been another sleepless night for him which was the only kind of night he'd had since ending his relationship with Emma, despite it being several months before. He was beginning to think he would never find his true love or happy ending and was starting to regret no longer being with Emma.
"Here you go," Ruby said, setting a plate in front of the woman, "Enjoy. The sheriff should be here soon. He'll help you with your car trouble."
She stepped over to Killian and took his order of fish and chips before walking away.
"Are you the one with the broken down car?" asked Graham, walking over to the woman.
"Um, yes I am," the woman said, "I'm Molly. My car just… Died I guess. Right outside of the town. I managed to push it to a spot across the street from here."
"Alright, well, finish your meal, and I'll help you out with your car," Graham said.
Molly nodded and ate as Graham began talking to the customer behind her. When she finished, Molly stood and turned to face the sheriff.
"Ready?" Graham asked.
Molly gasped when she saw the man in the booth behind her had a hook on his left hand and reminded her of… No, he's fictional. He's just got a hook for a hand. Which is weird. But okay… Molly thought. The man smirked at her.
"Problem, love?" he asked.
Molly shook her head and followed Graham outside.
"Sorry about him. Killian is a bit… Odd. You grow used to him," Graham said.
He followed Molly to her car outside and told her to try starting it. When she did, nothing happened.
"Like I said, it completely died on me," Molly shrugged.
Killian stepped outside and watched them from the door of Granny's. He felt the urge to help but knew nothing about cars. He crossed the street to join them and noticed Molly was shivering slightly and frowned.
"You should be wearing a warmer jacket," he commented.
"Well, right now, this is the warmest I have," Molly said, sounding annoyed.
"Easy, love. I was just making an observation. Would you like my jacket? It would be a shame if you got sick while visiting," Killian said.
"No, I'm fine," Molly said.
"He won't stop offering until you take it…" warned Graham.
Molly sighed and accepted the jacket from the pirate, "Happy?"
"Very," Killian said.
Molly shook her head, "Can we please just figure out my car?"
"Well, I can't handle this tonight but if you can wait a week, I know someone who can look at it. He's away right now on business but until then, you can sleep at the office if you like. It would be in a cell but I would leave it open. You wouldn't be arrested. You'd have a bed and be warm and Granny's is close by and has great food," Graham offered.
"No, mate. Let her sleep on my ship. I wouldn't mind having her company," Killian countered.
"Killian, no," Graham said.
Molly stared at the two men, not sure if she wanted to stay at either place.
"Isn't there a hotel around here or something?" she asked.
"Well, there's Granny's Bed and Breakfast," Graham said.
"Perfect," Molly said.
"But my ship is free!" Killian said quickly.
"No, thank you. I'd prefer to stay at that bed and breakfast," Molly said.
"I can give you a lift there. It's too cold to walk," offered Graham.
Molly nodded and got into the police car, not realizing she still had Killian's coat on. Graham drove her to the small bed and breakfast and led her inside, introducing her to Granny. Granny handed Molly a key and led her to a room.
"If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask," Granny smiled.
"Mind if I stop by in the morning? Just to check on you?" Graham asked.
"I guess," Molly shrugged.
Graham left as Molly settled in for the night. While relaxing, Molly heard a knock at the door and groaned.
"Can't I have a break?" she muttered, getting off the bed.
She opened the door and found Killian leaning against the door frame.
"Hello, love. Seems you forgot to give me my jacket back," he said.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" Molly apologized.
She quickly took it off and handed it to Killian who pulled it back on.
"Thank you. It was getting quite cold out there," Killian said.
Molly watched him for a minute, feeling awkward.
"You got your jacket back… You can go now…" Molly said at last.
Killian laughed, "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow, love."
He walked away and Molly shook her head. There were some strange people in this town.