Can’t Take The Sky (1/3)
She knows how to find people. He’s got a fast ship. They need each other - and neither of them is happy about it.
… in which Emma Swan and Killian Jones team up to apprehend an armed and dangerous military deserter, who just so happens to be Killian’s brother. Shenanigans ensure - in space. Sci-fi AU inspired by all the things I love, for day 4 of @seastarved‘s Fantasy Pretzel Week.
Huge thank you to the ladies at the CS Writers’ Hub for the cheerleading and the feedback and everything! You’re all wonderful.
Blaster fire lit up the alleyway around Emma, flashing as it hit the grimy walls, the high-pitched whirr of the guns drowning out noise of the speeders from the street beyond. She flung herself into the meagre cover of a waste disposal unit, breathing hard. Her back was still hitting the wall when her companion joined her, whirling around to fire at their attackers as he backed into her.
And kept backing up.
“Hook,” she pressed out as his shoulders obscured her view, the scent of leather and soap almost overpowering the smell of the alley. “You’re crushing me.”
“My apologies, but I’ve no desire to get shot,” he gritted out. “Where did all these fellows come from?”
“You’re the one who poked the gundark den,” she reminded him sharply. “Why’d you break cover? You were supposed to wait for my signal.”
She’d known going in that this mission was a huge risk. It had gone well at first; they’d landed on Dathmun without any of the trouble that Killian had predicted, and he’d even managed to talk the dock officials out of the usual trumped-up customs charges. Up until give minutes ago, Emma would have said that the place was perfect—easy in, just busy enough to provide cover and distractions, and no weapons bans.
She might still be saying it now, if her words weren’t going to be drowned out by the blaster fire.
“Did you see how he was looking at you?” Killian demanded, edging carefully forward to snap off two quick shots at their attackers.
“How—“ Emma felt her eyes widen, something fast and hot and angry rising inside her. “You got jealous?”
“No,” he shot back, a little too quickly. “You were about to be made.”