FanFic: The Pirate Who Saved Christmas - Chapter 1
Title: The Pirate Who Saved Christmas (1/2)
Author: Liza Cameron
Spoilers: through episode 4x11.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything; this is for fun and no money.
Summary: Killian shares a story with Emma and her family about one extraordinary Christmas past. Set after 4x11, as if Christmas was several weeks after those events.
Author Note: This is a CS Secret Santa gift for Killiancaroling! It’s been so great getting to talk to you and incorporate some of your Christmas preferences into this story. I hope you have a wonderful holiday! Part two will be up by the 26th. Also can be read on fanfiction.net and AO3.
“This seems like a gratuitous amount of work for a celebration that lasts only one day,” Killian said as he helped Henry put the large tree into place. Once settled, it sat majestically in the corner of Emma’s new living room right next to a large window that overlooked the water.
Henry opened one of the many boxes that littered the floor and started rummaging through its contents and said, “You should have seen the decorating Mrs. Q used to do; she was our neighbor in New York. Her entire apartment was covered in colored lights and she had an entire Christmas village that wrapped around one wall. She had to put furniture into storage.”
“So,” Killian said with a grin, nudging Emma’s knee playfully with his own as he came to stand next to her. He gestured to the scene before them, where tangled lights and boxes of decorations had created Christmas chaos. “You’re giving her a run for her money, are you?”
“Nope,” Emma shook her head resolutely, “we’re doing white lights, not colored. I think I burnt my retinas looking at Mrs. Q’s display last year.”
“As long as you know where the line is,” Killian teased.
Emma wrinkled her nose at him and then surveyed the tree and felt an unexpected surge of delight. A Christmas tree, she had an actual, real Christmas tree and she was about to decorate it with her family. Decorating for the holidays was something she never really bothered with when she lived alone, back before Henry found her, and now here she was with boxes of bells and bows and balls. “Yeah, well, Christmases were not very merry when I was growing up and I plan to make up for that. We’ve all been through a lot and I just want to give Henry… and me… and you… and everyone a real holiday this year.”
Killian noticed that Emma had been fiddling with an object as she spoke. He reached over and gently opened her hand so he could examine it. It was a long chain with a bell on it. He felt his heart clench tightly in his chest as recognition hit him. He’d seen it before. He swallowed roughly and then looked up at Emma. “Memento?”