Sliding Down the Hill
Emma Swan’s phone rings and she makes a quick, split second decision. She keeps doing that. She makes choice after choice and change after change and, suddenly, she’s crying on ESPN. That’s probably the last thing she expects.
Or: A not-quite a Little League World Series AU.
Rating: G, with lots of sports emotions
Word Count: 10K’ish because I have no control
Also on Ao3 if that’s how you roll.
AN: This was an exercise in brevity that didn’t really work and probably should be two chapters, but here we are. The Google Doc name of this story was actually “WHY ARE YOU WRITING THIS?!?!” but this got in my head and wouldn’t leave me alone and it’s not really about the Little League World Series, but also is kind of about the Little League World Series and parents on TV.
It all happens quickly.
One day Emma Swan is barely making ends meet on a tiny apartment in SoHo, constantly worried Henry will notice and, suddenly, two weeks later she’s on the phone with an overly-enthusiastic Mary Margaret screaming about he just retired, Em. just packed up his desk and said he was going to go live by the ocean or something and, whatever, it doesn’t matter, there’s a job!
Probably with David.
Working with David in a tiny, little town in Maine with the one friend Emma has managed to keep and a cast of characters that belong on some sort of Hallmark Channel mini-series and, she’s fairly positive, only one stop sign. She’s not convinced Storybrooke has a traffic light.
It does, however, have a meticulously cared for Welcome to Storybrooke sign at the town line and Emma bites her lip when she drives by it, the ancient, bright yellow bug she used one of her last paychecks to buy rumbling slightly when she and Henry barrel down Main Street.