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q: one missed call
1 – KILLIAN JONES. 12:15PM.
The message blinked back at her as soon as Emma turned on her phone. She’d forgotten to charge it in the morning before running after Storybrooke’s latest crisis (Pongo had run off) pretty much all day. While Pongo had been successfully returned to his owner, the chase hadn’t been easy, which meant that Emma’s phone had died somewhere along the mad dash through the town streets.
She opened the texts first.
Swan. Lunch break. Granny’s?
It’s been two minutes. No response. Did I do this right?
I’m calling you. One sex.
SEC. ONE SEC. BLOODY TALKING PHONE.
She paused in the stream of messages to open his voicemail.
“Swan, it’s Killian. I’ll be at Granny’s at twelve if you’re not still chasing that infernal animal all over town. I tried sending you a few word messages, not sure if you got them.” A break. “What is it, David? Yes, it’s Emma on the talking apparatus. Little busy.” His voice returned. “Ah. Anyway, I’ll be here if you can catch a break. See you later, love.”
Emma was just about to put the phone down when she heard Killian’s voice start up again.
“Okay, she should be here in a little while. Everyone in your positions. You put the ring with the onion rings? David, Snow, in the corner over there, and Henry…”
Emma’s heart skipped a beat.
There was a scuffle on the other end of the line, as if Killian had just realized what had happened. A sharp whooshing sound as he yanked the phone upwards. “Bloody hell! It’s still going? I said goodbye and everything! Well…”
Emma heard the telltale clatter of feet on his end that meant he was pacing, thinking. Then his voice returned, an octave higher than normal.
“See you at Granny’s, Swan!”
The voicemail cut off. Emma put the phone down for a second, and waited for her heart to start racing.
For some reason, it didn’t. Maybe because she’d been waiting for this moment for so long, she wasn’t afraid of it anymore. Maybe she never had been afraid of it.
Just before she made her way to the diner, for what might be the best lunch break of her life, Emma checked the messages underneath the voicemail.
Come when you can. See you soon.
Oh, and Swan?
Try not to check your voicemail if you can help it?
Hello! CS + Q please?
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