CS AU: Kids, this is the story of how Killian Jones ruined Christmas, Emma Swan ruined New Year’s Eve and how they fell in love in between.
Dedicated to the wonderful @blessed-but-distressed, a small little thing from me to her, so she could remember how cherished and treasured she is this holiday season.
This is unbeated, so please excuse all mistakes and terrible grammar that might come your way.
Killian barely slept that night.
He tossed and turned in bed, reliving Emma’s kiss every time he closed his
eyes. By the time dawn broke, he got up and fetched himself a cup of tea and
tried to bring some order to his frazzled mind.
He needed to tell Emma the truth.
She would hate him, that much
Killian knew. From what he’d seen of Emma, and the little he pieced together
from Anna’s excessive talking, she was someone that wouldn’t trust easily to
begin with. To have betrayed the little trust she might have put on him, it was
something Killian didn’t expect to be forgiven for. He needed to tell her the
truth, not for him – he knew he stood no chance with her – but so she wouldn’t
go around beating herself and thinking she’d betrayed her sister.
He knew he couldn’t do that to her.
He was entertaining those thoughts
when his phone rang. The message delivered on the other side made his blood ran
cold.
It All Starts With a Dance 