The thing about New York (well one of the things) is that taxi drivers rule the city. They reign obnoxiously over the traffic and if you’re not careful, death is always a strong possibility when you’re navigating the New York streets. Well, death is always a strong possibility in New York but whatever.
And the thing is, Emma is usually super vigilant. She’s a single mom living in one of the most dangerous cities in the world. She has to be. It’s just that she just learned (for the 2nd time, apparently) that she is the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, that she is the Neo of a place called The Enchanted Forrest and that she has some serious saving to do in the next few days. It is a bit disconcerting.
Oh and the icing on the cake, the person who brought her memories back, the only person who remembers her existence is none other than Captain Hook. Yeah, that one. Which on its own would be unsettling but she’s never seen a face quite like his so… Like, cut her some slack.
And he keeps looking at her like she invented cupcakes or something. There’s devotion and respect and tenderness and greediness all laced together in his eyes when he looks at her. She feels bare and whole at the same time.
So, it’s only normal that she doesn’t see the cab appear in front of Hook. One second she’s listening to him talk about the Not-So-Evil Queen and the next Henry is shouting “WATCH OUT!”.
She acts on pure instinct. She throws herself on him and they roll away from the car to the opposite sidewalk. His oompf of surprise changes into a grunt of pain when they stop with her on top of him.
She braces her hands on his leather clad shoulders and frantically looks him over. “Are you okay?”
"I’m fine, Swan," he says eyes closed and lips firmly pursed.
Once she realizes that he is indeed well, she punches his shoulder. Hard.
"Ow!" His eyes fly open and he glares at her, deep blue eyes darker when he’s hurt. "What the bloody hell was that for?"
"This is New York, you idiot! You can’t just cross the road without looking!" she yells. And she might look ridiculous screaming in his face while still lying on top of him but. Whatever. It’s been a long day.
"Well, it’s a good thing I’ve got The Saviour looking out for me," he smirks.
She rolls her eyes and jumps to her feet. “Next time you call me that, I’m letting you get run over.”
She dusts herself off and doesn’t let the sound of his laughter make her smile. There’s no time for that.