The Art of Remembering (1/?)
Summary: Killian hasn’t seen Emma in months, not since she ran off in the middle of the night. But when he receives a call from the hospital informing him that she’s been in an accident he rushes to be by her side. Nervous and anxious to see her again he’s not sure what to expect—but he definitely doesn’t anticipate that upon waking she would have no idea who he is. Modern au
Word Count: 4,700
a/n: I’m so excited to start sharing this story! Thanks to @cutieodonoghue for giving it a read and being an amazing person.
It’s way past when he should’ve been home that Killian Jones finds himself dragging his tired body in through his front door. Work hasn’t kept him this late in a long time and, to put it simply, he is exhausted. Even just slipping off his shoes and tossing his keys to the table is almost too much effort, his limbs heavy and awkward.
He doesn’t even bother to turn on the light—choosing to stumble through the front room by memory—before he groans and collapses onto the couch in a sprawled out heap.
He should just take the extra steps down the hall to his room and go to bed, knows he’ll probably regret staying up even later come morning. But as tired as he is, he knows how impossible it will be for him to fall asleep. Not with the way his mind is racing right now. It would keep him up for hours, running circles around things he would rather not think about this late at night.
So instead he stretches out his arm and blindly searches for the remote. The fluorescent glow of the television slices through the darkness as he skims through the channels with little interest. Nothing good is ever on at this time of night anyways. Eventually he settles on a rerun marathon of Friends and tosses the remote to the other end of the couch. Ignoring the way it bounces off the arm of the chair and clatters onto the floor.
He burrows a little deeper into the leather cushions, sighing at the relief it brings his aching muscles, and falls asleep sometime in the middle of the second episode.