Pretend

hooklineandswan:

A little something for @cat-sophia whose post inspired this. 🙂

(And yeah, I might continue this AU some day. I really like the idea.)

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She so didn’t have the time to babysit a celebrity. The Emergency Room was always chaotic, especially at night. But she should apparently find the time to explain to a spoiled actor how her work was done. As if he would listen to a word she said. 

First off, she was a female trauma surgeon who didn’t only have beauty but brains, too. She’d worked damn hard to get the reputation she had now. Of being one of the best trauma surgeons in the country. But her looks did still get in the way sometimes. What brought her to the second issue she had with showing hotshot Killian Jones the ropes, so to speak. 

He was drop dead gorgeous. And he knew it. 

Granted, in his line of work his looks were advantageous, but she didn’t want to spend even a minute in his presence. She really had better things to do than listening to an arrogant ass spouting nonsense. But Dr. Mills had ordered her to play nice. So here she was … waiting for one Killian Jones to show up and make her next four weeks a living hell. 

“Dr. Emma Swan?“ 

She swallowed a sigh and turned around to face her guest. She almost rolled her eyes as she took her first look at him. He was decked out in full leather. Leather boots, leather pants, leather jacket with a black shirt and a black vest underneath, the first three buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. But instead her body reacted to the sight in front of her almost instantly. Because goddammit, he really rocked that look. Especially with his unruly hair and the scruff covering his face. Add to that his startling blue eyes, and saying he wasn’t beyond gorgeous would be a blatant lie. 

The reaction of her body to his presence was something that annoyed her, though. 

"Mr. Jones, it’s such a pleasure to have you here,” she replied, not able to keep the sarcasm completely out of her voice. 

“Aye, I can see and hear that,” he said, his teeth flashing bright white as he grinned at her. 

Even the British accent he normally had on screen – a definite weakness of her – was more pronounced and sounded different. Different in a sense she didn’t appreciate at all. Her body heated up further without her consent, making her resent her task even more. 

“Let’s get to work then,” she snapped, cringing inwardly about her harsh tone. Normally she was very good with people. She had to be, considering her job. But something about him just rubbed her the wrong way. 

“Of course,” he said, shooting her a lopsided smirk that she was sure had worked to his advantage in the past. She could imagine it had helped him get into a few panties along the way. But it would definitely not work on her. Nor the glint in his eyes as he added, “Lead the way, Doctor." 

She turned around and gritted her teeth as she walked to the nurse station, shifting her shoulders under her lab coat. Her whole body was tense, something she couldn’t afford and she forced herself to relax as she prepared herself to get the ball rolling. 

He was apparently here to learn about her job since he was going to play a trauma surgeon in his next movie, and she had her orders. 

But the next four weeks would definitely not be a walk in the park.