we went to this place called the swan and they had really big windows in the back

When the Ink Dries Part V

Rated: Explicit

Notes: Thank you @icedteainthebag for spending immense amounts of time working this through with me and for being brilliant.  @gazeatscully and @h0ldthiscat for the hugely helpful early stage beta’ing that helped get it to this point.

And to all of you who’ve been so supportive and amazing.

Parts I-IV can be read here

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Chapter 11

The strident echo of Stella’s boot heels grew humbler come late afternoon as they clicked down the damp concrete sidewalks of London’s shopping districts.  All morning long, she’d walked arm-in-arm with Scully in a mood seemingly unscathed by pain and weather best described as a permanent cold sweat.  But now Scully could feel Stella’s arm growing heavy, leaning a little rather than leading, and beneath the buttery leather of Stella’s off-day civilian jacket was a tightly clamped fist, the humps of four bracing fingers visibly knuckling the black calfskin.  Scully asked if she needed another painkiller.

“One last stop,” was Stella’s indirect answer.

“Are you sure because -”

And then Scully saw it.  Secretive and svelte, a door tucked trenchlike down four wrought-iron steps–a place that looked as likely to sell James Bond his spygear as it did his girlfriends their racy underwear.  Scully had been watching Stella fight to feel like herself all day, and one look at this shop said it was meant to be the pièce de résistance in that carefully drawn battle plan.   

“Nevermind,” she said.

The first time Stella ever suggested they go shopping together, they’d just arrived in Chicago, one of their early girls’ weekends when they’d managed to make their paths cross amidst conferences and con artists (psychics, was Mulder’s word for them).  A  wicked midwestern wind had whipped past as they stepped out of the taxi and Stella promptly announced that she hadn’t packed appropriately.  A bit of a rash declaration for someone who’s just arrived, Scully had thought, a bit like someone who, say, wanted to go shopping.  In an effort to act fast, she’d offered to sacrifice up her own warm coat.

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Runaway Bride: A Swanfire One Shot

This would not leave my head when I woke up this morning. It’s not really based on the Julia Roberts movie, though it’s referenced in there. Fair warning: not H00k friendly. It takes place in an alternate universe, in a world without magic.


Title: Runaway Bride

Pairing: Emma Swan/Neal Cassidy

Plot: Neal expected a lot of things from the Saturday afternoon crowd at the bar where he worked. What he wasn’t expecting was a woman dressed in a wedding dress to waltz in, frazzled curls and clutching a veil along with a purse and a red leather jacket.


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My grandmother had Alzheimer's. She passed away last night but something she said before she died has been keeping me up.

Last night my grandmother passed away. She was 79 years old. Which I guess is a pretty long time. It’s actually .3 years older than the US average. So I guess I can’t complain. But, still. It sucks.

My grandma’s death wasn’t unexpected. For the past 5+ years she’s suffered from Alzheimer’s. She was always a little ditzy, so at first no one really noticed something was wrong. Then slowly over time, things became more apparent. Walking into rooms and not remembering why she was there. Making the wrong dish for dinner. Calling one of my uncles the wrong name. Little stuff. But then pretty soon it was getting up at midnight and cleaning the house as if it was midday. Staring at blank walls for hours on end. Unable to make dinner at all. Not being able to recall anyone’s name.

Alzheimer’s is a hell of a disease. It eats you from the inside. Feasts on the old you, the one everyone knows, the one everyone loves. It hollows you out and leaves something else behind.

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My grandmother had Alzheimer’s. She passed away last night but something she said before she died has been keeping me up.

by reddit user defnotleland

Last night my grandmother passed away. She was 79 years old. Which I guess is a pretty long time. It’s actually .3 years older than the US average. So I guess I can’t complain. But, still. It sucks.

My grandma’s death wasn’t unexpected. For the past 5+ years she’s suffered from Alzheimer’s. She was always a little ditzy, so at first no one really noticed something was wrong. Then slowly over time, things became more apparent.

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You're Alright You. Part Nineteen.

• What if … on the day of her release from the mental hospital Rae doesn’t see Chloe and the gang on the bikes…

Previously…..

• Part One • Part Two • Part Three • Part Four • Part Five • Part Six• Part Seven • Part Eight • Part Nine • Part Ten • Part Eleven• Part Twelve • Part Thirteen • Part Fourteen • Part Fifteen • Part Sixteen • Part Seventeen • Part Eighteen

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Part Nineteen

On Saturday morning, well technically afternoon, if you’re being picky, Archie and Izzy cooked everyone some breakfast.

I ducked out saying I felt too sick to eat and just watched them all devour the delicious bacon, eggs and buttered toast. Lucky bastards.

I don’t think any of us got much sleep last night in the end.

Chloe and I ended up sharing the bed in a spare room. And she kicked in her sleep. I had been positive I was going to wake up with bruise’s on my shins this morning.

Archie and Finn had both passed out on the sofa in the front room and Izzy and Chop had gone up to his room.

As I predicted, Chop had two very black eyes and one swollen lip this morning. I wonder what Big G and his gang looked like?

From the state of Finn’s hand I hope they at least looked worse than Chop did. Bastards.

“What time do we have to be at your Mum’s thing tomorrow?” Chop asked around a mouthful. Oh bollocks.

If he isn’t careful he’s gunna split that lip open again with the way he’s eating that lot.

I had kind of forgotten all about the whole wedding blessing and thing after.

Why my Mum had to have one after they had already gotten married I didn’t bloody know. To show off her new husband who was younger than her to everyone in Stamford?

“I dunno” I shrugged my shoulders. Didn’t know why they wanted to come really, I didn’t even wanna be there and I was her daughter!

“Around four I think?” Chloe said “Summet like that”

“You need a lift?” Finn asked next to me at the table, eating a massive plate of food.

S.T.A.R.V.I.N.G

“No, we’re going in some car from the registrar place” Un-fucking fortunately.

“Oh, right” Shit.

Should I invite him?

I’ll have to speak to my Mum first….

“I’ll just meet yah at the Swan” I faked a smile, I was so hungry I could literally eat Finn in one go “Yeah?” Mind you I wouldn’t mind eating him anyway.

“Alright” he nodded and took another bite of his food.

“You sure your not hungry?” Finn laughed “You’ve been staring at my bacon” he wiggled the fork towards me.

“No, feel sick” I mumbled and folded my arms on the table, dropping my head on top of them.

Bloody fucking starving.

I wish I could be normal. Just for an hour to two. Hell I would even take just ten minutes so I could enjoy some of Archie and Izzy’s cooking.

“So four?” Izzy asked “Can I get ready ‘round yours Chlo’?”

I tuned out their conversation. Not interested.

“Wanna come over mine later?” Finn whispered in my ear “Me Dad’s away tonight, going to see me Aunt about Nan’s funeral, so it’ll be just us”

“Yeah, alright” Alone? Yes.

“After tea, about seven?”

………………………

Archie dropped me, Izzy and Chloe back home in Chop’s car.

Finn stayed behind with Chop and was going to give Arch a lift home on the bike once he had gone back.

As I walked through the front door a woman, who I had never seen before was sat on the sofa with two little girls. Who the fuck are you?

I was about to ask, when my Mum came barreling out of the kitchen. She does not look happy. Crap.

“I tried calling you at Chloe’s” she looked pretty fucking mad “Tried for bloody hours last night and again this morning and no answer!”

“Shit” I mumbled under my breath.

“Where had yah been Rae?” she huffed.

“With the gang!” I shouted back “You must of seen Archie dropping me off, Izzy and Chloe where in the car too!” I know that she would of seen.

She is just as bad as Mrs Drewhurst. Any sound of a car or voice and she’s right at that kitchen window, having a good old look.

“Kester rang” She looked down at the tea towel she was holding.

“Why?” I wasn’t due to see him till Monday.

“Tixie had a accident”

Everything went blurry “What do you mean?” I breathed out “Is she alright?”

1,2,3

“I don’t know, he just said you should go and see her when you can”

This can’t be…….

4,5,6

“Oh my god” tears started filling my eyes “But she has to be alright, we’re meant to be having a lunch Monday, Kester organized it all”

7,8,9

My Mum, for one of the first times in a very long time wrapped her arms around me as I cried.

She hadn’t even done this in the hospital when I had been admitted. I just gotten a lot of head and knee pats then.

“It’ll be alright, Rae” she pulled back and wiped the hair away that had stuck to my tears “Why don’t you go and shower, put some clean clothes on and I’ll drive you over to the hospital”

“Alright” I nodded.

“Good, cause you smell of a mix between a hobo and brewery”

“Mum!” How fucking rude.

“Up, now” she pointed at the stairs.

“Alright” Calm down.

………………………

Poor, delicate little Tixie.

God she looked so tiny laid in the bed. Tubes and cables were running everywhere.

Her skin was so pale, she almost looked grey.

“Rae” a voice made me jump in the uncomfortable blue plastic chair I was sat in.

Kester.

He walked over from the hallway and laid his hand on my shoulder.

“She looks so broken” I cried.

“She’s fighting Rae” he tighetend his grip.

“What happened? None of the nurses would tell me” I looked up at him and saw the redness in his eyes. He cares.

“She over exercised, her heart couldn’t take it and she blacked out” Oh my god “Doctor Nick warned her, he told her….”

“Oh Tix” Poor broken Tixie.

“I’m glad you got here” Kester knelt down besides me “She’d want you here, by her side”

“Is she going to be alright Kester?” tears were freely falling now “Is she going to die?”

“She made it through the night, thats a good sign” his smile didn’t fool me. This was bad. It was pure fucking bollocks is what is was.

“I should of been here last night”

“It wouldn’t of changed anything, your here now” he patted my knee “That’s what matters”

………………………………

The nurses were mad because I wouldn’t leave Tixie’s side. Visiting time had ended hours ago.

How could I leave her here all alone?

Where are her parents? They should be here! Jesus

I found myself talking to Tixie about bollocks really, I told her about last night, about telling Finn everything and the stuff that happened after.

I hoped she could hear me.

That’s what your meant to do to people that are unconscious, right? Talk to them?

Rae?”

I spun in the chair to see Finn standing behind with a frown on his beautiful face.

“Finn, what you doing here?” How did he know I was here?

“You didn’t turn up to mine so I rang your house and ya Mum said you was here, said Tixie wasn’t well” he walked closer.

“Shit, sorry, I forgot I was meant to come around, I should of called” I’m a crap girlfriend.

Hey” he rushed by my side “Being here is more important, its where you need to be”

He bent down to give me a quick kiss “You ok?”

I looked away from him.

He shouldn’t have to be around this, not so soon after his Nan.

“I should go, let you be with her. I just wanted to make sure your alright” he rubbed my neck with one hand “Have you eaten?”

As if on queue my stomach growled. Embarrassingly loudly.

“Come on” he held his hand out “Let me feed you and then you can come straight back”

“No, I’m fine”

“Rae, you have to eat” he tugged my out of the seat “We’ll just be downstairs, in the canteen”

Balls.
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I sat at one of the tables as Finn went to pick us some food.

How was I going to do this?

I was so hungry.

I hadn’t eaten anything since dinner last night, before I went over Finn’s, before the rave. Jesus.

Maybe I’ve lost some weight? Wishful thinking.

Maybe… Maybe I could just pretend its Tixie… or Danny. I had eaten in front of Danny loads of times when I was on the ward. Hell even my Mum.

Hey” Finn sat opposite “She’ll be alright” and placed the tray between us on the table. He hadn’t put a lot on it, just a couple of sandwiches and bits. Thank god.

I smiled sadly at him.

I hope she was going to be alright. I don’t know what I’ll do without Tixie.

She knew me better than anyone. Probably even better than I knew myself really.

The tray laid untouched between us for a couple of minutes, as we sat in silence. I was nervous.

“Eat Rae” he leant forward “it’s just me

I gave him a odd look.

What does he mean it…. oh shit. He knows.

My eyes widen.

How does he know?

I thought I had been good at hiding it?

Rae” he nodded at the tray.

“How’d you know?”

“That you won’t eat in front of people?” Oh god “Well, because you never eat in front of any of the gang, at the pub or chippie, when you’re at mine. Even when I can tell you want to, when I can tell you’re hungry and you say your not or make up an excuse, like this morning” Oh bollocks.

“You never said anything” I whispered.

“What could I say?” he asked and opened a pre-made sandwich off the tray and took a bite out of it.

It’s just Finn. Eat something.

“Tell me about Tixie” he offered the other half of his sandwich, which I took, after a moment.

Could I really do this?

Could I eat in front of Finn?

Nobody else had ever noticed, at least they had never said that they had. Even Chloe, and she was someone who would of said it without thinking, if she had.

“What do you wanna know?” I sadly muttered. Eat.

“You met her when you were here?” he asked.

I nodded and fiddle with a small corner of the sandwich that I had broken off, cheese and Branston. Oh.

“Yeah, she was the first person I spoke too” I laughed at the memory “She was shouting at Danny, about him spilling his drink on her shoes” I took a small bite of the corner I had broken off “She made him clean them in the sink…..

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Midnight Stroll

Here is a little Captain Swan fic, a missing scene sometime in Camelot before 5.07 Nimue.

760 words - Just Emma and Killian and a little walk in the moonlight

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“Swan –”

She looked up from the frame in her hands to see Killian leaning against the door post, trying to look casual, but she couldn’t mistake the concern or the fatigue reflected in his eyes. “Hey,” she said, keeping her voice soft. Most of the current residents of the castle were sleeping, and she knew this man standing here would be better off getting some rest, too.

“Why are you making those, Emma?”

“It helps pass the time,” she said. It served some other purposes too, but now wasn’t the time to delve into those.

He straightened and moved toward her, in that uneven lurch of his. She loved how she would know who he was even if he had a bag over his head.

“Why are you smiling, love?”

A woman needed to keep a few secrets. “You make me smile.”

He moved closer, a soft grin touching his lips, but not really reaching his eyes. “I was wondering if we might have a little date,” he said.

She moved the apparatus in her hands to a small table and stood, moving toward him and reaching out for his hand. “A midnight date?” she asked, allowing a touch of coyness into her tone.  He responded with a blush, another thing about him that never seemed to get old. All the years he’d lived and places he’d been and things he’d done, and flirting could still cause his cheeks and ears to turn pink.

“I had in mind a stroll,” he said. “I’ve heard that Camelot is home to some of the more unique nocturnal creatures, and I thought we might explore.”

She slid her hand into his, and laced their fingers together like they used to do in Storybrooke, before all of this happened. Camelot didn’t have the familiar dock or salty tang of the ocean inlet, but it did have gardens and paths and, as Killian had pointed out, lots of exotic creatures.  As they strolled, he pointed out the ones that he knew of, and they made up names for the ones he didn’t, which weren’t many. Emma squeezed his hand, liking the feel of his callouses, now not as thick as they once were, since he didn’t sail regularly these days. There were still there, though, and a reminder of the life he’d lived and the places he’d been.

“I wish I could have gone, too,” she told him.  His brow shot upwards and she realized she’d only spoken the last part out loud. “On your voyages,” she said. “You know all about wisps and harpies and mermaids and even what these…” she pointed at a shrub, “are called.”

He stopped walking to pull her close and place a soft kiss on her forehead. “And you know about cell phones and car engines and that delightful triangular food…”

“Pizza.”

“Aye, pizza. And your music. I want to hear more of your music.”

“I want to hear your sea chanties.”

“Some can be quite vulgar.”

“I want to hear those, too.”

“Really, Swan?”

“I’m a big girl – I can take it.”

He pulled his hand away from hers, lifting his fingers to her hair, stroking the strands that framed her face. “I look at you and I see a golden haired princess with far too many burdens.”

She captured his hand again and turned her face to kiss his palm. “And I see a piercing eyed pirate who can see right through me, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s smoking hot, too.”

“Smoking hot?” Killian grinned at her.

“Smoldering,” she said.

“And to think that I was only trying for devilish.” He caressed her cheek.

“You never have to try with me, not anymore.”

In the distance a bell tolled just once, and Emma realized that while she didn’t need to sleep, he did. There were shadows under those piercing eyes of his, and she knew that she’d put them there. They would get out of this mess and get home, and she’d make it all up to him. They would find their quiet moments.

The walk back was quiet, soothing.  He kissed her at her door, and she didn’t want him to go, but this was not really them now, and they both understood that.  She turned and went back into her room and found her dreamcatchers. Her fingers went back to the intricate weaving and twisting, but her mind was on the man. Her man.

Her heart was full, and in the light of the full moon shining in through her window, she smiled.

101 Days of CS Drabbles - Day 16

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042:“My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”

Sunlight flooded the cabin of the Jolly Roger spilling onto the couple sleeping peacefully together in the small bed.

The sound of a phone ringing suddenly pierced the silence rousing a disgruntled Emma back to wakefulness. Reaching her arm out from under the snug cocoon of blankets, and a naked Killian pressed solidly against her back, she grabbed the annoying machine and fumbled with it groggily until her voicemail cut in.

She sighed as silence once more reigned and snuggled back under the covers, a smile touching her lips when she felt her boyfriend hug her just that little bit tighter.

“Good morning, love,” he greeted sleepily, placing a chaste kiss on her shoulder.

“It is,” she practically purred as she wriggled her backside against him.

His low laugh rumbled through his chest as he gave a gentle thrust of his hips in return.

“I could make it even better,” he promised as his hand began to wander lightly over her stomach then down.

Emma let out a soft moan and closed her eyes, pressing herself back even more fully against him, enjoying the feel of him, of his touch.

Suddenly, he stiffened against her…and not in a good way.

Opening her eyes, she turned her head to look at him just as he sat up and glanced around the cabin with a frown.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her gaze going from him to the room and back again. There was nothing out of the ordinary as far as she could tell.

“What time is it?” he wanted to know, turning his head to look out the window.

Emma began to frown herself and leaned over to pick up her phone to check. It was a lot later than she’d realised.

“It’s a quarter to eight. I must have forget to set the alarm.”

“Bloody hell!” Killian cursed then, before she knew what was happening, he was out of bed and hurriedly scrambling into his clothes.

“What’s the matter?” she asked in confusion, propping herself up on her elbows to watch him.

The blanket slipped down revealing a nearly indecent amount of cleavage that had Killian pause a moment in what he was doing.

“Your father is going to be here at eight,” he all but groaned as his avid gaze roamed over her creamy flesh. Realising his distraction, he shook his head a little and forced himself to look down to concentrate on fastening his, now slightly more snug, pants instead. “I’m teaching him how to sail the Jolly on his own so that he can take your mother away for a couple of days for their anniversary.”

“Oh, how sweet!” Emma enthused as she sat up properly with a delighted smile.

Killian swallowed hard and gave her a pained look as the blanket slipped further down her body, revealing her naked chest in all its glory.

“Please, love, put your clothes on,” he pleaded plaintively before determinedly turning way from the tempting sight of her and bending down to pick up his shirt.

“That’s not what you’re were saying last night,” she commented with a giggle, completely unfazed by her father’s imminent arrival and vastly amused that Killian apparently was.

His retort was to pick up her clothes and throw them haphazardly onto the bed…and her. She pulled her sweater from her head and stared at him with barely contained mirth.

“Really?” she stated in wry amusement. “Dad knows I’m with you. We’re together practically every night.”

“There’s knowing and then there’s knowing, Swan,” he told her primly as he reached for his brace and hook. “And it’s not good form to flaunt one’s personal life in front of a lady’s father. It rarely ends well.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Emma assured him with a grin, still making absolutely no move to dress herself. “I see your good form most nights so I’ll stick up for you if dad starts acting like…well, my dad.”

“Emma,” he groaned in exasperation as he grabbed his boots. “Please, love, get dressed!”

Emma bit her lip to stop herself from laughing outright at the faintly panicked, very aggrieved expression on the pirate’s face and pulled back the blankets that covered her with a flourish.

“Okay,” she acquiesced brightly.

Killian stilled as she revealed her naked form to his hungry gaze, the boot he’d held loosely in his hand falling to the floor with, what Emma considered, a very satisfying thud. She stood up with a natural, fluid grace and her heart began to race in anticipation as he immediately took a step towards her.

“Hook?” came Charming’s voice suddenly, stopping the pirate dead in his tracks. “Hook? Where are you?”

Killian’s mouth thinned in frustration at the prince’s impeccable timing then, with one last heated look in Emma’s direction, he picked up his boot and turned away. The sound of his girlfriend’s throaty laughter followed him up onto the deck where he quickly donned his footwear and fastened the remaining couple of buttons on his vest.

“Oh, there you are,” Charming observed needlessly as the pirate joined him by the wheel. “I was beginning to think you’d overslept.”

“We did,” came Emma’s far too cheerful voice from behind. She’d magicked herself dressed in a blink of an eye and hurried up on deck to make some mischief before she left. Charming’s eyes widened in surprise while Killian’s closed in resignation as she walked up to them both with a big grin and explained helpfully, “I forgot to set the alarm on my phone.”

“I see,” the prince commented in a clipped tone.

“Yeah, so, I’d better run, I’m late for work,” the blonde continued breezily, seemingly oblivious to Charming’s disapproval. She laid her hand on Killian’s arm and he opened his eyes to look at her with mild recrimination. “I’ll see you later,” she told him meaningfully then leaned in and gave him a kiss that was only just barely appropriate considering their audience.

When they parted, she gave him a saucy little smile then went over to her father and pecked him on the cheek. Calling out a goodbye to both men, she then headed down the gangplank to dockside. As she walked away she cast a brief glance over her shoulder and grinned to herself.

Arms folded, her father was glaring at a clearly uncomfortable Killian who, in turn, was predictably scratching at the usual spot behind his ear.

Her grin widened and she turned away knowing damn well he was going to pay her back, but good, that night. She probably should’ve felt vaguely concerned considering the smirk he’d given her after their kiss but on the contrary, to use her True Love’s vernacular, she found she couldn’t bloody wait.

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    12) Playing in the Snow

    Henry woke up with a yawn, jumped out of bed and ran to his window. It had started snowing big fluffy flakes the night before and Storybrooke had transformed into the perfect picture of a winter wonderland. With excitement Henry noted the depth and texture of the snow: perfect for snow balls and snowmen.

    “Henry, breakfast is ready!” Regina yelled from downstairs. Henry was already layering up in thermal underwear and thick socks, knowing that he had to be well bundled in order for Regina to agree on letting him spend the day in the yard playing. It wasn’t often that the weather conditions in Maine were just right for this type of snow and he planned to take advantage.

    He finished dressing in his final layer and raced downstairs to scarf his omelet and toast.

    “Slow down,” Regina reprimanded. “School is cancelled, you don’t have to rush.”

    “Awesome! Mom, want to hear a joke?” Henry asked with jubilant glee. He didn’t wait for a reply. “Why was the snow man excited?”

    “Why?” Regina responded with casual anticipation.

    “Cause he heard the snow blower was coming!” Henry shouted the punchline and Regina scowled.

    “Where did you hear that…joke?” She asked, paling at the implication that the snow man was excited to get receive oral sex.

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    The Beach House - Chapter 2

    When fate is involved, can Emma and Killian change their destiny so their love transcends time and space to give them their happy ending?

    Chapter 1- epilogue can be found on  AO3   and on FF.Net 

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    In this chapter check in on Emma’s entertaining ER case and learn about those mysterious paw prints Killian read about in Chapter 1.  

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    Emma

    Emma arrived at Bayside General bright and early for her first day of work. She reported to Human Resources and was given a pile of paperwork to complete, some forms in duplicate and triplicate, and once she had finished those she gave them, as well as copies of her medical school diplomas, medical license and malpractice insurance to Chip the human resources director.  He had several other individuals who were also starting that day and a new group of medical students arriving, so he appeared a bit frazzled.  Looking over the forms carefully, he asked her to sign in a couple of places she missed and then passed her along to Ariel.

    Ariel led her to the doctor’s lounge where she changed into scrubs, and then taking her lab coat and stethoscope with her she left her bag and street clothes behind. They then entered another office where she had her hospital ID made and instructions were quickly given of how and where she would be required to use it.

    By the time she had finished, her head was spinning and she had no idea where she was and so when Ariel asked, “Did you get all of that?” What else could she say but, “I think so?” knowing that there was really no way she was going to remember all or even half of what she was told.

    Seeing the alarm on Emma’s face, Ariel took pity on her, “Hey don’t worry about it.  You’ll be fine. It’s a huge hospital with a lot of nice people working here so if you aren’t sure, just ask.  And my office is always open.  Ok?”

    Emma smiled at her, “Ok.  It’s just the places where I did my residencies were much smaller so all of this is a little overwhelming. Is there a road map?”

    Ariel laughed, “ You’d think so wouldn’t you?  But no, nothing really specific, just this,” and she pulled out two pieces of paper, one that had all the floors labeled, such as ICU, maternity, surgery, etc and a second that showed the exit route in case of emergencies.   "You’ve got your phone, right?“  Emma nodded her head and pulled it out of her lab coat pocket. “Here’s my number, if you have any questions, just send me a text.  "Anything else?”

    Emma thought about it for a few minutes, “I think I’m good.  Just direct me to where I can find Dr. Hopper and I’ll be on my way.”  As Ariel was giving Emma instructions on how to find the ER, they walked past a sitting area that had a sofa and several large oversized chairs all looking out at a set of large windows that overlooked the Bay.  She could see boats of all sizes and because it was a clear day, she could see up and down the shoreline.

    “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” asked Ariel.

    Emma looked at her new friend and grinned, "It is.  How did you get so lucky to have such a great view?”

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    18) Accidental Baby Acquisition

    “What do you we do?” Emma asked frantically as she circled the nest inside the cave.

    Regina licked her lips and she crossed her arms over her chest as if this sort of situation arose every day. “We wait. You can stop pacing. It’s not going to make it hatch any faster.”

    “Hatch?” Emma’s chin quivered as a horrified look sprouted on her face. “I can’t believe Lily just…just took off!”

    “Yes, well…abandoning the young and defenseless is a rather reoccurring theme around here,” Regina looked at the dragon egg thoughtfully. “And here I am ready to care for whatever comes out of that egg.”

    “Okay, if you’re going to give me some guilt trip about giving up Henry, you can save it… and this is not karma or fate…destiny, whatever you fairytale people call shitty situations,” Emma ranted and continued to circle the rocky next.

    The egg was big enough for a human baby and slightly speckled. Regina maintained calm, but Emma was about to lose it. “I’m not going to lecture you about Henry. All I should have done is thank you for giving him up so I had the joy of raising him. This dragon baby, however, I’m not so sure I’m willing to commit to eighteen years of living with an uncontrollable arsonist.”

    “Are you serious? I’m going to kill Lily! How did she…birth….erm… Lay…or squeeze this giant vagina egg out anyway?” Emma was full of questions; her concerns were interrupted by a distinct cracking sound. “Oh shit, it’s coming! Where the hell is grandma?”

    “Emma, it’s just a baby…” Regina moved closed to the egg and examined the hairline crack. A little moving silhouette was visible inside the egg, and Regina furrowed her eyebrows as she inspected it, “…I think.”

    “Well, Lily was born human. She only turned all dragony when she got to Storybrooke,” Emma swallowed hard as her throat went dry.

    “With these dragon babies it’s a 50/50 chance of the babe hatching out human or dragon. They can usually change back and forth right away, but don’t know they’re doing it,” Regina explained, having much more familiarity with the dragon species than Emma had.

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    Once Upon a Finale I Wish Never Happened

    Once Upon a Time succeeded in one and only one way with their finale last night: they united members from just about every area of fandom in anger and disappointment.

    I’ve never seen a messier piece of fiction approved for public consumption. The storyline was uneven and confusing, character developments that have been worked on for 2 seasons and 2 episodes alike were tossed out the window, and Once Upon a Time showed us what they really care about: Captain Swan. That’s it. Nevermind the development of their protagonist, Emma, nevermind the devlopment of their anti-hero Regina, nevermind the kid who’s been through several traumatic events (Henry? Was he even in the episode?). Anything that had been progressed was regressed.

    Below the cut are my more targeted thoughts about the finale, and why Once Upon a Time deserves to be called out.

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    From A Kiss To Red Cabbage

    Thanks to everyone for the likes, reblogs and lovely comments on; favour.

    This is for the lovely @irish-girl-84 who asked me to fill in the gap between first kiss and finger time, including informing the gang.  Thanks for the prompt m’dear I hope its ok?

    And of course big thanks to the lovely @nemo-miracle-grow for your support and finessing.

    There is some mild smutty talk in here so avoid if that’s not your bag!

    From A Kiss To Red Cabbage

    Wednesday 28 August 1996

    Well diary today was the best day EVER.  I’m too aroused to write now - will fill you in tomorrow; I need to go to bed and take care of some business.

    Thursday 29 August 1996

    Good morning diary: HE KISSED ME! HE KISSED ME!  Yesterday HE KISSED ME!

    My first kiss with a heterosexual boy and not just any boy; the most mouth-watering sex god in the whole of southern Lincolnshire.  Yes Finn Nelson whose face is so delicious it makes my lady-parts well up just thinking about it.  

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    Blind Faith (1/2)

    Ann is ruining my life, suggesting a Contact AU. This is probably my favorite movie/book in the entire world. I have a lot of feelings so I’m going to inflict them on all of you, in two parts because I have work/school/sleep and this is long. Part 2 will have more CS.

    @captain–kitten this is once again squarely on your shoulders

    Do you think we could talk to Mom?

    Puerto Rico is hot, even at night. She loves it though, it’s so different than the seasons she grew up with in Minnesota with Aunt Ingrid. The insects are different, but the night still sings to her and keeps her company on the long shifts with the scope.

    He’s been keeping her company too.

    Killian Jones, roaming philosopher-slash-adventurer-slash-theist, had taken an interest in Emma’s work with SETI, taking a trip out to interview her and her colleagues and gain some perspective on the question of intelligent life in the universe. They’ve butted heads more often than not, but Emma’s found herself appreciating his perspective and his questions.

    He doesn’t ever try to tell her she’s wrong or to preach to her.

    He just wants to understand, just like she does.

    They’re just taking different paths.

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    You Got a Little Something Right There

    I saw someone ask for Captain Swan cooking together in Emma’s new apartment so I decided to do it because CS and Mexican food??! Anyways, happy hurting hiatus fandom. (Post finale fluff)

    “Swan. are you sure you needed all this food?” Killian questioned as he trudged up the stairs to Emma’s new apartment, multiple plastic bags full of groceries weighing his arms down. “This is enough food to feed a whole crew!” He halted in front of her door, impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for Emma to unlock the door.

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    Dragon Queen + Jealous!Emma + IDK =  What even is this? AO3

    Summary: Regina has been keeping her “extended friendship” with Maleficent a secret for weeks, until a certain sheriff comes to find out in the most unexpected way and it makes her question her own relationship with the mayor.

    Background: This is something that just popped up. It might delve into a Dragon Swan Queen thing, if I do continue. This would be post “QoD,” assuming Lily is already back and happy with her mommy Maleficent. Marian IS Marian – no Zelena crap EVER, so they NEVER bring Grimace Hood back to SB. Emma ain’t evil and she’s forgiven her parents. Rumple… ugh. He dead. His heart finally gave out while eating a greasy burger. That’s it for the Dark One – never to revise. lol

    I have no idea if I will continue this or let it be just a naughty weird ass thing.
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    Deck the Halls (CS fic)

    I need CS Christmas fluff. Read on ff.net instead. 

    Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa la la la la, la la la la, tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la, la la la la

    “I hate that song!”

    Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright, round yon virgin mother and child, holy infant tender and mild, sleep in heavenly peace, sleep–

    “Do you want me to fall asleep or decorate?”

    I want a hippopotamus for Christmas, only a hippopotamus will do, don’t want a doll, no dinky tinker toy, I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy–

    “Henry, turn that song off right now!”

    Rockin’ around the Christmas tree, at the Christmas party hop…

    “Let’s stick with that.”

    Killian sat in the armchair at the Charmings loft utterly amused with the conversation and music surrounding him. He had no idea why Mary-Margaret hated the first song but he could easily understand why Henry might want to fall asleep to the second (it did have a lullaby quality to it) and no idea why the third one irritated Emma as much as it did, however he was content to just sit here and listen to them, taking in these family traditions during the holidays.

    He glanced over at her, to where she sat on the floor in front of the decorated Christmas tree with her son. The white lights glittering on the tree created a halo-like effect on her hair, the soft lighting of the loft only added to the angelic look.

    It had been centuries since he had celebrated the holidays; so long ago he could barely recall the memories. As a pirate, holidays simply did not exist. His crew was his family and should they be lucky enough to find new treasure during the holidays it was merely celebrated as any other treasure. The days didn’t matter. As a child his memories were not happy; he remembered the cold and the snow but nothing happy about this time of year. A hazy memory from his teenage years floated to the front of his mind. His first year in the Navy with Liam. The king held a grand ball on Christmas Eve and all sailors were to be in attendance. Clean shaved and scrubbed clean in his freshly pressed uniform, he intended to avoid dancing but men, particularly those who knew how to dance, were in short supply and he found himself dancing almost every song.

    It reminded him of another dance, at another ball with a stunning vision in red. He smiled at the reminder that she attended her first ball with him and had her first waltz with him as well. Traditions in this realm weren’t quite the same, as he was gathering, but he was honored to be by her side for those moments. A soft smile crossed his face.

    Suddenly she appeared before him, all smiles and her hand coming to gently rest on his.

    “Killian? Lost in another world there?” She asked softly.

    “It appears so. I apologize. What did you ask of me?” He smiled sheepishly.

    “We have been tasked with putting up the decorations in the living room. That’s all three of these big totes.” She explained.

    He helped her unpack the totes first, pulling out items wrapped in tissue paper, candles with scents such as winter pine, cranberry crisp and sugar cookie, a nativity set, a wide variety of snow globes, something called window clings and a can of something labeled “fake snow”.

    “Love, what is this fake snow?” He asked holding the can gingerly with his hook.

    “It’s uh…foam like stuff that you can spray on the windows and it gives the look of snow.” She explained.

    “But it snows here. Why would one want fake snow?” He asked confused.

    “Well, it doesn’t snow everywhere and it doesn’t always snow right for Christmas so I guess since they sell this stuff all over, if you live somewhere that doesn’t get snow now you can create your own.” Emma explained.

    She handed him two matching table runners, red with a small gold-stitched trim. “Put one on the top of the table and the other on the shelf below it. Then these decorations on the bottom shelf and the snow globes on top.” She pointed to two piles of decorations.

    He placed the runner down first, then found a small round mirror and placed that in the center. Around the mirror, he placed the different tree decorations; some white to resemble snow, some lush and green, others covered in various colors of glitter. Next he found a set of deer, arranging them on the outskirts of the mirror. A few bird decorations, not practical in size were placed between the trees as well. Finally a few small snowflake decorations were perched between the trees as well.

    “What do you think, love?” he asked, calling her back over from hanging a wreath on the wall.

    “Wow, really? Usually we just kinda line everything up. That’s so pretty.” Emma said, impressed.

    Not long later, every surface of the loft was covered in Christmas decorations, from the red and green “Merry Christmas” embroidered throw pillows on the couch to the silver throw with snowflakes hung over the chair, to the end tables and coffee table. Twinkling white lights hung from the ceiling, wreaths decorated every door, even the kitchen towels were replaced with holiday printed ones. Garland was wrapped around the banner, the welcome mat was replaced with its holiday counterpart, the kitschy assortment of mugs replaced with ones adorned with snowflakes. Decorating complete, her parents had run out to Granny’s to pick up dinner.

    “One last thing” Emma said, standing on tiptoe to place a piece of greenery on a hook above the door.

    He immediately went over to help her, taking it from her hand and placing it on its perch. “And what is this?” he asked.

    “Mistletoe.” Henry groaned from across the room.

    “Mistletoe?” Killian repeated.

    “If two people get caught under it, they have to kiss.” Henry explained.

    “Swan, how forward of you.” He teased, grinning at her.

    She rolled her eyes at him, gently pushing him away, but she was still smiling.

    “My other mom is right. You both are always making eyes at each other. I’m going upstairs.” Henry huffed.

    He raised an eyebrow at her. “I don’t make eyes at you.”

    She snorted. “Yeah, actually you do.”

    “I do not!” He insisted.

    “YES, YOU DO!” Henry yelled down the steps.

    Emma went up on her tiptoes, arms going around his neck. “I don’t mind.” She said, almost shyly before capturing his lips with hers.