Emma Swan is Storybrooke’s local vampire slayer. The last thing she needs is Killian Jones making a mess out of her job with a quest for revenge against a demon that can’t be defeated. // BTVS-inspired AU for crossover day of CS AU Week.
Emma stops by the station before she goes out for the night, taking care of some last minute paperwork so David doesn’t have to. He’s been taking extra shifts lately, trying to make up for all she has to miss to do other things, and Emma has to admit she feels guilty about it. Her finishing the latest filings on noise complaints are just a small favor. Hopefully, it balances the scales a little.
When she walks into the station, though, someone is already there. A man about her age, late twenties or early thirties, is seated in one of the chairs they usually reserve for visitors. He must have gotten in just as David left. With a leather jacket, an earring, and what appears to be eyeliner on, he looks every bit the role of someone up to no good.
“Can I help you?” Emma asks, her voice showing her suspicion. She doesn’t know whether or not to go for her gun or her stake, but the guy is setting off alarm bells. “You know, you could have just called instead of lurked here. We answer our phones.”
“So,” the man prompts instead of answering, eyes flitting up to meet hers. His fingers are tapping a restless rhythm against the arm of his chair, but his other hand is gloved and stiff. A prosthetic, she assumes. “You’re the S-”
“Sheriff,” Emma finishes abruptly, tilting her hip to show the gold star pinned on her jeans. “That’s why I have the badge. And you’re sitting in my station.”
His eyebrows raise. “I figured that much, but I was going to say Slayer.”
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