I Wouldn’t Even Stop for Red Lights
(A Captain Swan AU based on the West Wing episodes In The Shadow of Two Gunmen I & II)
Emma felt like she was floating half a foot off the ground as they made their way out of the museum. At the front of the pack, Mary Margaret cracked jokes with Leroy, clearly feeling at least as good as Emma did.
Emma glanced around at her colleagues. Zelena was laughing at something that Elsa had just said, and even quiet, thoughtful Belle had a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Jasmine put a hand on Emma’s shoulder and grinned.
“She did great tonight,” Jasmine said gesturing at Mary Margaret, and Emma nodded.
Out the front door she took a deep breath of the cool, evening air. It wasn’t any quieter outside than it had been inside- all along the path to their cars, people shouted and waved from a roped-off area, hoping to touch the closest thing to royalty that America has.
Mary Margaret had told them all that she didn’t want to speak to people on the rope line tonight- she wanted to go straight home and watch a romantic comedy that was showing on cable that night, never mind that she owned it on DVD.
“It’s what normal people do, Emma,” she had said as Emma had held her jacket for her friend. “Normal people watch whatever comes on TV in the evening and have a glass of wine, and that’s what I’m doing tonight. No rope lines.”
“No, Madam President,” Emma had said, sharing a look with Leroy and Mrs. Lucas, both of whom were standing in the doorway of the Oval Office, carefully hiding their smiles.
Mary Margaret Blanchard-Nolan couldn’t resist a rope line, and they all knew it, so it came as no surprise when she altered her course, like a magnet pulled in the direction of the screaming throng. Mulan and Merida, the two secret service agents assigned to her for the evening, didn’t falter in their step as they followed her.
Emma grinned at Zelena, who was laughing at the president, now shaking hands with what appeared to be half of the junior class from George Washington University- the female half. The first female president of the United States had a strong rapport with women.
“Didn’t she want to watch Notting Hill or some such?” Zelena asked, stepping up beside Emma.
“I’m sure TNT will show it again soon,” Emma said. “No need to hurry her along.”
It had been months since they’d felt this good. Maybe years. Not since the night that Mary Margaret had won the presidency and they’d begun the horrible, grueling, soul-destroying process of actually running the country. Their team was back to where they belonged- returning hope to a country torn apart by partisanship and scandal, and tonight had been a ringing refresher of what the United States had voted for just eighteen months before.
Zelena moved off to speak to someone, and Emma pulled her phone from her pocket to see if her assistant, Killian, had called. He would do, if something important had come up.
It wasn’t like the movies- a burst of noise and light and screaming and pain. There was no sound, no light, not even pain. The only way that Emma realized that anything had happened to her was because she found, without realizing it, that she was on the ground, when she hadn’t been before.
Her eyes searched the kaleidoscope of color and movement that was the crowd, trying to find the President, to assure herself that she was alright, but her eyes found nothing recognizable, and closed after a long minute.