Somebody (I cannot seem to find the post because I am useless) once made a beautiful TimeLady!Emma edit. Clearly this was playing on my mind at 3am, along with the concept of fixed points, fated love, lifespan discrepancies, and memory wipes. So I mixed it up with a whole bunch of stream-of-consciousness and parenthesis, and dropped you in at the end (beginning) of a story. Sorry.
For AU week day one, crossover. Captain Swan x Doctor Who. TimeLady!Emma and Companion!Killian. Sort of. Ish.
1.2k. Rated M for whatever the opposite of mild smuff is. Mild smangst?
Boston in November is cold and damp, the ocean too grey and squally to do much to calm a troubled mind, so he drags himself to the dingiest bars instead, and tries to drown his sorrows in rum, and the sound of other people’s laughter. But rum is expensive, and work is short this time of year, and one glass is never enough.
Nothing ever is.
He doesn’t notice her at first. Later, he wonders how that could be, how she could exist in the world – any world – and he not be attuned to her presence. Later, he’ll be astounded that there was ever a day when he didn’t feel his heart beat in time with hers, an invisible cord strung between them that vibrates and hums and twinges painfully whenever they’re apart.
Later.
For now, he’s more interested in his rum.
A Fixed Point
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