In my Once Upon A Time fanfic, The Memory Keeper’s Daughter, I continue the story began in The Memory Keeper. Young Meriel Jones is the perfect combination – beautiful, with the cleverness and sword skills of her pirate father and the stubbornness and guts of her savior mother. On her 21st birthday, she’s visited with a terrible curse and to break it, she’ll enlist the aide of a mysterious protector to travel back in time on a mission: to ensure that her parents meet and fall in love (and yes, I wrote this before season three’s finale!).
In this story, you meet a very different Emma Swan – one who never knew her parents, a kingdom in the control of the malevolent Cora, and a pirate who’d payed a steep price for doing the right thing in front of the wrong person.
In this scene, Meriel has enlisted Emma and Killian’s help on a quest, hoping it’ll bring them closer together. Emma isn’t sure she’s ready to trust yet, and Killian has his eye on one thing…
He studied her for a moment. “You can trust me, you know.”
He let that hang in the air for a few minutes, waiting for her to elaborate. She didn’t.
“You’re not much for talking, are you?”
She shrugged. Killian gave her an irritated look, but didn’t try to make her talk. Fine. If the wench wasn’t in a conversational mood, he wasn’t going to push her. What he wanted with her didn’t require conversation, anyway.
His eyes shifted back to her again every so often as they walked down the dock, and he rubbed his ear nervously as he looked at her. The damn girl had him completely off-balance. That would never do.
“So,” he began. “Have you made up your mind about the accommodations?” They’d reached the ship, and he gestured for her to precede him up the gangplank.
Emma stopped. “You mean, am I spending the night in the Captain’s cabin?” She raised her brows and gave him a look.
He gave her his most charming smile, tilting the head down slightly, peeking up at her from under the lashes. His smile began to fade as he saw that she wasn’t fazed in the slightest. In fact, the look on her face made it clear that she knew exactly what he was doing.
“I just want to be sure you’re giving it due consideration, love,” he shrugged.
She pushed ahead of him, walking up the gangplank and onto the deck, where she made her way toward the stairs that led below. He fell into step beside her.
“So…?” he asked again.
Emma took a step, then she looked him right in the eye. “I’ll think about it.”
She continued down, leaving Killian standing the deck, completely poleaxed. He’d expected a smart retort at the very least, or maybe just a dirty look and a cold shoulder. Instead, she was thinking about it. Which, of course, made sure he was thinking about it, and every way it could be done with a woman like her. He turned away from the stairs with a spring in his step, whistling a jaunty tune.