They’re in a rut. That’s what Deputy Emma Swan tells herself over and over again as her boyfriend, Killian Jones, grows more and more distant, and more frustrated, due to complications with his dissertation research on tornado formation. But storm season’s more than halfway over and this dry spell is doing nothing to make things easier for him–or their relationship. Will everything blow over, or is there a greater storm on the horizon?
Rating: E
Content warnings:
Graphic depictions of injury resulting from natural disasters, minor character death
Thank you a million times over to @optomisticgirl for making all the banners and art, to @spartanguard for beta’ing and cheerleading and generally listening to me whine, and to @idoltina for literally listening to me yammer on about this for the last two years while I didn’t actually write more than half a chapter of it in all of that time.
This is also on AO3 or FF.Netif that’s how you wanna roll.
The air in her bedroom felt heavy and damp, but Emma Swan wasn’t letting a warm spring night like this get away from her. Too often growing up, she had spent time arguing with her adoptive mother Ingrid about the thermostat and even though she hadn’t lived with Ingrid for almost three years, Emma still thought the best thing about having her own place was control of her own environment. Summer and its brutal temperatures would be here soon enough and she and everyone else would then close themselves up in their air conditioning.
(“Fishers are practically immune to the cold,” Ingrid would say, with the thermostat set at 68 in April. “I’m not actually a Fisher, Mom,” Emma would argue right back, bundled up in a hoodie and jeans even though it was 80 outside.)
No, tonight Emma planned on reading until she fell asleep, lulled by the smell of an incoming spring storm and the roll of thunder off in the distance.
Besides, she knew her boyfriend didn’t mind it in the least.
It All Starts With a Dance 