A/N: Sigh, well here I am again with another drabble. After I’m done with Feudal World, I plan on working on a “Kaede having to deal with the InuKag family” project. I don’t know if I can capture her well enough but I’m going to try.
The kids were tormented by the pregnancy, and it was
probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to watch since losing my eye and
sister in the same week.
(my dear friend amy (swallowedsong) is stuck in an airport, so here’s a travel shenanigans piece for her.)
(the title says it all - captain swan. au.)
“Are you serious right now?”
Emma sighs heavily and the clerk glares even harder, if that’s possible. She knows it’s not helping, her attitude - is sure the clerk is overworked and tired and truly unable to offer anything other than another flight in twelve hours, but -
“Mom, can I get a hot chocolate?”
“We’ll be back,” she tells the lady behind the counter - who barely grants her another glance before calling “Next!” as Emma ushers Henry away.
“So, what are we gonna do?”
“I’m still figuring it out.”
“Isn’t Storybrooke only, like, four hours away?”
They settle into the Starbucks line, Henry’s brow furrowed in concentration. Emma wraps her arm around him and tucks him into her side.
“We can always just stay here until the next flight.”
“Couldn’t we drive?”
Emma had been weighing the idea in her head. On the one hand, it would probably, definitely be faster. On the other, she hasn’t driven in winter conditions on this coast in years - since before Henry was born. And at night? She’s not sure she wants to risk it.
She’s just not sure she wants to camp out in the terminal, either.
Henry nods, and quicker than she’d expected they’re at the counter, a hot chocolate for Henry and a trenta coffee for Emma (she’s either driving all night or staying awake in the airport all night; either one calls for the largest coffee Starbucks will sell her).
Henry rushes off to pour cinnamon in his drink, and as Emma’s watching him and taking a blissful first sip, she feels a tap on her shoulder.
“Excuse me, lass, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with the lad,” begins the stranger, a smiling man with bright blue eyes. Emma immediately goes on the defensive.
His smile turns sheepish.
“Just - I’m headed to Storybrooke as well. I’d been debating just driving, but alone at night, in these conditions? However, if you’d be up for it, perhaps we could carpool?”