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Pet for Rent, Chapter 2/4 (The Idea)

A CS Modern AU Story

Thanks for joining me for chapter 2! Writing this story has been a bit therapeutic for me after losing my Zeke, and adopting Winston has been, too. I hope you'll stay with me for the rest of the story.

Shout out to @kmomof4 who sent Winston the ducky toy he has in the picture. His Aunt Krystal spoiled him with a welcome package the week we got him!

Thanks so much to @hookedmom. I'm lucky to have the best and most patient beta!

SUMMARY: Emma Swan tries to cheer up her heartbroken son by 'renting' a dog from the local animal shelter. When she attempts to do it a second time, she makes a mistake, and realizes the dog has been rented by someone else the same day - a very handsome man named Killian Jones.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Emma, Henry, Killian and Norman/Winston spend more time together. When Henry continues feeling sad about having to leave the dog at the animal shelter, Killian proposes an idea that might solve the problem.

RATING: M (for smut in the last chapter, which can easily be skipped if that's not your thing)

WORDS: 6821

ALSO POSTED TO Ao3 and FFN

Story begins under the cut

Emma didn’t think it was possible for four hours with a stranger to pass so quickly. Sooner than she expected, Killian was looking at his phone and announcing that it was time to return Norman to the shelter. It may have been her imagination, but it sounded like there was a note of wistfulness in his voice.

Henry took control of the dog on the walk back, giving the adults an opportunity to resume the conversation that had been ongoing throughout most of their time together. Emma watched her son handling Norman as he wandered from one side of the path to the other to explore in the tall grass and she commented, “Henry is gonna sleep good tonight.”

“I don’t doubt that. He told me he had his last game of the season this morning.”

“That, in addition to playing fetch and ‘keep away’ with Norman, and all of the running around he did with you, will have him zonking out early.” They walked on a few paces, before she added, “I want to thank you, Killian, for spending so much time with him. Since he doesn’t have a father, he doesn’t get a lot of one-on-one time with a man, so I really appreciate it.”

“It was my pleasure. He’s a good listener and a fast learner.”

“Yeah, I kinda wish he had more games left, so he could apply what you taught him. I’m afraid he’ll forget it by next season. You’re wonderful at teaching, and very patient.”

“Thank you, Emma. I truly did enjoy it.”

“The youth league is always begging for people to coach. Maybe you could do that next year.”

Killian looked thoughtful. “Perhaps I could, if I’m still here.”

“Any idea where would you go if you decide to leave?”

“Not really, but it wouldn’t be terribly far away. I want to stay close to Liam.”

When the shelter came into sight, Henry turned around and dragged Norman back to Emma and Killian. “I had fun today. Can we do this again?”

“I’ll have to check our schedule to see when we’ll have another chance to rent Norman,” Emma answered.

Henry shook his head. “No, I mean with Norman and Killian.”

“Oh, uh,” Emma stammered, glancing at Killian, who was scratching behind his ear. “I don’t know about that, kid. This was just an accident and Killian was nice enough to make the best of the situation.”

“But Mom, he had fun, too, didn’t you, Killian?”

“What did I tell you about putting him on the spot?”

“Sorry, Killian,” Henry apologized. “But it did seem like you were having fun.”

Killian reached forward to ruffle the boy’s hair. “It’s quite alright, lad, and you’re right - I had a very good time with you and your mother today. And Winston, of course.”

“You mean Norman,” Emma remarked.

“He still seems more like a Winston to me. Don’t you see the resemblance between him and England’s former Prime Minister?”

Emma took in the dog’s jutting lower jaw, drooping jowls and prominent forehead, and had to admit he did share some physical traits with Winston Churchill. “Yeah, now that you mention it, I do see it.”

“Anyway, at the risk of being too forward, it would be nice to have another day with you and your boy, if you’re amenable to that, Swan.”

Emma thought for a moment, then said, “Henry, why don’t you take Norman to the end of the path and give us a minute, okay?”

He started to protest, but seemed to think better of it. “Come on, Norman. Mom doesn’t want me to hear what she’s gonna say.”

Emma watched him go, her mouth agape over his comment. She heard Killian chuckle and turned to look at him.

“He’s quite a bright young man,” he laughed.

“Yeah, he’s getting too smart for his own good,” she agreed. “But he’s still a little boy and I’m a protective mom. I don’t want to promise him something that’s not going to happen, so if you’re not serious about doing this again…”

“I assure you, Emma,” he interrupted. “I wouldn’t dream of letting him down. If you’re willing to give me your contact information, I’ll send you some options and we can figure out a day that works.”

She eyed him critically for a few seconds, seeing nothing but sincerity in his expression. “I know Henry would really like that.”

“Only Henry?” he asked, quirking a brow.

She couldn’t help but smile. “I have to admit, I had a really good time today, too. So, um, to answer your question, I am, how did you say it, amenable to doing it again.”

His grin made her heart do a pleasant little flip. She made sure Henry and Norman were okay while waiting for Killian to pull out his phone and start a new contact. Once he did, he handed it to her so she could add her information.

After handing it back, they began walking again. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him checking the phone screen. “It’s not a fake number, by the way,” she said.

“That’s good to know,” he returned with a smirk, while typing out a text to her so she would have his info. “Is that something you’ve done before?”

“Maybe,” she replied cryptically.

“In that case, I feel honored that you gave me the real thing.”

She giggled in response, giving him a slight nudge with her elbow as they reached the end of the path.

“What did you say, Mom?” Henry asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Killian and I are going to look at our schedules to find a day that works.”

“Yay!” Henry shouted. “How about next Saturday?”

“Calm down, kid. I told you we’re going to figure it out.”

They arrived at the shelter and Killian opened the door and held it for them. David was sitting at a desk behind the counter, tapping away at the computer keyboard. He looked up with a broad smile when they entered. “How did it go?”

“Good,” Emma replied. “Thank you for allowing us to borrow Norman for the day.”

David looked between the two adults standing before him, obviously wanting more details. “Did you…all of you…get along okay?”

“Yes we did, Dave,” Killian said smugly.

There were several seconds when all they could hear was the barking of some of the dogs in the back. Finally, David sighed. “Alright, I guess I’ll just take Norman back to his cage, then.”

“Oh, uh,” Emma said, giving Killian a wink, “one of us will be in touch to schedule another day for us…all of us…to rent Norman again.”

David’s grin told them he knew exactly what that meant.

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“I hear you met my future brother-in-law,” Belle said. It was Monday, and Emma had stopped at the library to return a couple of books and choose some more before her shift at the sheriff’s station.

“News travels fast.”

“Killian always eats lunch with us after church. He told us about the mix-up at the animal shelter and said he had a great time with you and Henry.”

“He seems like a nice guy,” Emma said, moving to a shelf and studying the books more closely than necessary.

“He thinks very highly of you, too.”

Emma shot her a brief glance. “Oh, yeah? What did he say?”

“Well,” Belle began, clearly struggling to be non-chalant, “he said you were very easy to talk to and he enjoyed your sense of humor. He also said he had fun helping Henry with his soccer skills.”

“He was really good with Henry and I, um, I liked talking to him, too. He’s supposed to contact me to figure out another time to rent Norman together. Henry asked if we could.”

“I don’t suppose you protested too much, did you?”

Emma chose a book off of the shelf and studiously perused the summary on the back. “You know I want my kid to be happy.”

Belle crossed the space between them and laid her hand over the book, garnering Emma’s full attention. “To the best of my knowledge, you’ve never once introduced your son to a man you may be interested in dating in all the years I’ve known you.”

“Wait a second…first of all, I didn’t introduce him to Henry - we met accidentally, and secondly, who says I’m interested in dating him? We’re simply planning to rent Norman together again. It’s really not a big deal, Belle.”

“If you say so, but I have to tell you that I’ve never seen Killian so animated while talking about someone. You certainly made an impression on him.”

“I’m sure I did. Dressed in old sweatpants and a hoodie, no makeup, hair a complete disaster - I was a mess.”

“He didn’t mention that. He just talked about how he enjoyed the time he spent with you and how much he’s looking forward to seeing you again.”

Emma could feel her face heating and knew she must be as red as the leather jacket she was wearing. She wasn’t ready to admit that she was just as eager to see him again, too.

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That evening, Emma had just finished checking over Henry’s homework and shooed him off to the shower, when her phone dinged with an incoming text. Picking it up from the kitchen counter, she couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face upon seeing Killian’s name.

K: I’m hoping this message reaches Emma Swan. If I’ve reached someone else, you can blame it on her. It was followed by a smirking emoji.

She shook her head at his ridiculousness, and decided to play along.

E: I’m afraid you’ve been misled. This Emma Swan must be a horrible person. She added a winking emoji.

It took a few seconds for the three bubbles to pop up, then she laughed out loud when she read his reply.

K: Oh, she is a terrible, awful person to give me a fake number.

E: She’s probably not used to giving out her number to random men who just happened to rent the same dog she did.

K: That seems to be a plausible excuse. Perhaps I should forgive her.

E: Oh, you most definitely should.

K: Very well. If I’m ever fortunate enough to see her again, I shall grant her my forgiveness.

E: That’s very gentlemanly of you.

K: I’m always a gentleman.

Emma heard the clothes hamper lid slam in the bathroom, signifying that Henry was finished with his shower.

E: I need to get Henry into bed. I’ll be back in twenty minutes or so, depending on how resistant he decides to be tonight.

K: Tell him I said goodnight.

E: That will probably get him all excited and it may be longer than twenty minutes.

K: I’m willing to wait.

Emma left her phone on the sofa and went to Henry’s bedroom, where he was getting settled under the covers. Sitting on the edge of his bed, she brushed his damp bangs away from his forehead.

“Did you brush your teeth?”

“You ask me that every night.”

“Yes, and half the time you’ve neglected to do it.”

“I just have to brush them again in the morning.”

Emma raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you, or didn’t you?”

He sighed dramatically. “I did. Wanna smell my breath to make sure?”

“Not particularly. I believe you. Ready to say your prayers?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Name three things of thanks,” she said, initiating their nightly tradition.

Henry tapped his chin in thought. “I scored two goals at recess.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah, I used what Killian taught me. Oh! That’s my second thing - meeting Killian.”

“Actually, he texted me while you were in the shower.”

“He did? Did he say when we can rent Norman together again?”

“We haven't had a chance to discuss it yet. He did say to tell you goodnight.”

“Tell him I said goodnight to him, too.”

“I will. What’s your third thing?”

“Umm…we changed seats in class and now I’m sitting beside Avery.”

“Just make sure the two of you don’t get into trouble for talking too much.”

“We won’t.”

“Good. Now, what three things do you want to ask of God?”

“To help me do good on my math test tomorrow, to send me another dog, and to let us see Killian again soon.”

They both folded their hands and closed their eyes while Henry said his prayers. When he finished, Emma read him a chapter of Fantastic Mr. Fox, kissed him goodnight and left his room, turning off the light on her way out.

Picking her phone up from her couch, she scrolled through the text conversation with Killian, smiling at the light banter they shared.

E: I’m back.

When a response didn’t come through for a couple of minutes, she went to her bedroom to change into her pajamas. Then she brushed her teeth, washed her face, and applied moisturizer.

When she went back into the living room, she saw a new message on her phone.

K: Is it okay if I call you? I’m not fond of texting.

She noticed that the time stamp was right after she put her phone down, over ten minutes ago. Instead of answering, she brought up his contact and hit the call button.

“Hello, Swan.”

“Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting.”

“I was hoping I didn’t upset you by asking to call.”

“No, nothing like that. I just decided to do my nighttime routine,” Emma explained. “Henry said to tell you goodnight, by the way. I always ask him to tell me three things he’s thankful for from his day, and you were involved in two of them.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. He scored two goals playing soccer today at recess, because of what you taught him, and he was thankful for meeting you. That’s the third night in a row he’s said that one.”

“That’s very kind of him to say.”

“Well, you made quite an impression on him and he’s eager to see you again. Speaking of which, what does your schedule look like for the next few weeks?”

“It’s wide open, actually. Do Saturdays work best for you?”

“Yeah, because Henry is in school during the week and I work until five every day. I also work one Saturday a month. This coming Saturday is the one I work this month.”

“How about the following week?”

She switched him to speaker and pulled up her calendar app. “That looks good. Henry gets a haircut that morning at nine, but we could meet after that. The weather is going to start getting too cold if we wait much longer.”

“Liam has been telling me to be prepared for a cold winter. He says Maine is quite a bit colder than England during the winter months,” he stated. “Shall we make plans for that day, then?”

“Sounds good to me. Want to meet at the shelter at ten-thirty?”

“Actually,” Killian began, then paused for a few moments before clearing his throat and continuing. “I was wondering if you would agree to me picking up the two of you to go to the shelter together.”

Emma bit her lip, considering his offer. Her gut instinct was to decline because it would seem too much like a date, but her practical side said it was logical for them to make the twenty minute drive together.

She knew he was waiting for her answer and was probably having second thoughts about asking, since she was taking so long. “Um, sure, that would be fine,” she finally said. “I’ll text my address to you.”

“Okay, good. Shall we say ten o’clock? Will that give you enough time for Henry’s haircut?”

“Yeah. It only takes about twenty minutes, if that long. His barber is Jefferson and he’s pretty fast.”

“Liam recommended him and I had an appointment there a couple of weeks ago. He is fast, if a little…quirky.”

“Oh, you mean because he wears the top hat? I guess he’s trying to live up to the name of his shop.”

“Just naming his shop the Mad Hatter of Hair makes him sound a bit eccentric.”

Emma laughed. “He’s harmless, though. His daughter Grace is in Henry’s class and she’s very sweet. Jefferson is raising her by himself. His wife passed away before Grace started kindergarten.”

“How sad. Now I feel bad for judging him.”

“I wouldn’t say you were judging him, just making an accurate observation. I knew him before his wife died and he was every bit as quirky as he is now.”

They continued talking for another twenty minutes. Just like the day they met, the conversation didn’t lag at all as they transitioned easily from one subject to another. Before they ended the call, Killian asked if it would be alright to call her again later in the week and she agreed without hesitation.

Lying in bed that night, Emma smiled dreamily as she replayed their conversation in her mind. She may be venturing into self-imposed forbidden territory ever since Henry’s father abandoned her, but Killian Jones intrigued her and she couldn’t find it within herself to care.

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Killian called Emma four more times over the next two weeks. Their conversations lasted longer each time, until they spent over an hour talking and laughing on Thursday, before their scheduled outing.

He suggested that they take Norman back to Storybrooke’s nature preserve after picking him up, which she thought was a great idea. She mentioned that she and Henry spent quite a bit of time there during the summer, hiking the trails and wading in the creek. Despite intending to visit, Killian hadn’t been able to get there yet and was happy to know his first time would be with Emma, Henry and Norman.

Saturday morning found him taking more time than usual to get ready. He chided himself for being a bit vain, but wanted to make the extra effort for the lovely lady Swan. If things went well, he was planning to ask her out on a proper date.

He had confided his intention to Belle, hoping she would give him advice about where to take Emma, should she agree. Not only did his future sister-in-law present him with recommendations, she also mentioned that she would be happy to watch Henry, and was sure Liam would, too.

Once Killian was satisfied with his appearance, he tried to occupy himself until it was time to drive to Emma and Henry’s house. After going online and paying some bills, washing the few dishes in the sink and sorting his laundry, he still had about twenty minutes left.

His heart sank when he heard the notification for an incoming text, thinking it might be Emma cancelling their plans. He was relieved, then a little apprehensive to see it was from his brother. Belle promised she wouldn’t say anything to Liam about his plans to ask Emma on a date, but they were an engaged couple and couples weren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other. Unfortunately, his former girlfriend hadn’t abided by that rule, since she kept one whopper of a secret from him.

L: Any plans for this afternoon, little brother?

Killian dropped his head back with a sigh. Not only did Liam insist on calling him that irritating moniker, now he had to explain that he did indeed have plans. He was sure he would have to answer questions about what they were and with whom, since he rarely did anything on the weekends.

K: Actually, I do.

L: Oh, really? What are you doing?

K: I’m renting Winston from the shelter again.

L: Great! Belle is working today. Would you mind if I came over to see the little guy?

Killian’s thumbs hovered over his screen, trying to decide how to tell his brother no without sounding rude. Even though Liam was acquainted with Emma, he tended to be over protective, and Killian didn’t want him giving her the third degree or making her feel uncomfortable. Plus, he selfishly wanted to spend time alone with her and Henry.

Glancing at the clock, he saw it was almost time for him to leave. Quickly, he typed a message he was hoping would appease Liam.

K: Sorry, not this time. Emma, Henry and I made plans to spend another day together with him.

As he pulled on his jacket, he heard another notification. Closing his eyes momentarily, he opened them to read Liam’s message, then released a relieved breath.

L: I hope the four of you have a good time, so I can see that look of happiness on your face again.

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“Henry, Killian’s here!” Emma announced, dropping the curtain after seeing his car pull up to the curb.

“Coming!” she heard him yell in response.

She quickly ducked into the bathroom and inspected her appearance in the mirror one more time. She hoped to make a better impression on Killian by applying light makeup and pulling her hair back into a neat ponytail. Her outfit was simple - jeans, sneakers, her favorite light blue blouse, and red leather jacket.

The doorbell rang as she re-entered the living room, but before she could get to the door, Henry sped past her to pull it open. “Hey, Killian!” he said excitedly.

“Hello, lad,” Killian answered, then shifted his eyes from Henry to Emma. She saw him swallow before giving her one of his winning smiles. “Good morning, Emma.”

“Hi, Killian. You’re right on time.”

“Not being prompt is bad form, Swan.” Looking at Henry again, he stated, “Your haircut makes you look a bit older.”

Henry reached up to run both hands along the sides of his head. “Do you really think so?”

“Aye, at least a year or two.”

“Please don’t say that,” Emma said, handing Henry his jacket. “He’s growing up way too fast as it is.”

During the drive to the shelter, Henry talked about one thing after another. Emma wondered if Killian would tire of her son’s constant chatter, but his questions at regular intervals proved he was fully engaged in what Henry had to say.

Meanwhile, she spent the time admiring the man beside her. He was dressed in dark, stonewashed jeans, an army green button-down shirt, and the same black leather jacket he wore the first time they met. His scruff was neatly trimmed and his dark hair artfully combed. His rich laugh at some of Henry’s comments was a sound she was sure she would never get tired of hearing.

When they entered the shelter, David gave them a smug smile that Emma tried to ignore. She knew he was probably patting himself on the back for his matchmaking, but she really didn’t mind, because meeting Killian was, so far, a positive experience.

Norman was extremely excited to see them again, and after everyone got into the car, they were on their way back to Storybrooke. Henry was preoccupied with Norman in the back seat, so the adults finally had a chance to chat with each other. Their conversation was as free-flowing as it had been every other time they spoke in the past two weeks. Emma had never met anyone so easy to talk to, and wondered if it was because their backgrounds were so similar.

During their earlier phone conversations, she learned his father had abandoned his family when Killian and Liam were little, leaving their mother to raise them alone. She shared how she was abandoned at a fire station baby box when she was less than a week old, and had never been adopted. They both had been in situations where they were deceived and misled by the person they loved. Emma came to realize that being able to empathize with someone else made it easier to connect with them, just as she had with Killian.

The crisp autumn weather was perfect for hiking at the nature preserve. They explored all of the available paths and walked along the shores of the creek. The water was too chilly for wading, but Norman enjoyed splashing in now and then when he spotted a particularly intriguing leaf, bug or stick.

After hiking for a couple of hours, they took a break to drink Gatorade and snack on protein bars, thoughtfully packed by Killian. He also had treats for Norman, which Henry used to try and teach the dog again how to sit on command.

They stayed until the last possible minute before getting into the car for the drive back to the shelter. No one spoke for several miles, until Henry finally said, “I really wish we didn’t have to take Norman back there. He’s always so sad. Why can’t we just adopt him, Mom?”

Emma glanced over at Killian, who met her eyes for a second before directing his back to the road. “I wish we could, but it wouldn’t really be fair to Norman. We’re both gone all day and he would have to be penned up that whole time.”

“But he loves us and we love him!” Henry exclaimed. “Ernie didn’t have to be penned up and he was fine during the day.”

Emma turned to look at her son. “I know, kid, but it was easy with Ernie. He was with us for several years and was older. Norman is young and full of energy, so he’s going to need a lot more attention and training. I wouldn’t trust him being in the house all day by himself.”

Henry heaved a huge sigh. “Okay.”

They were all silent for the rest of the drive. Emma saw Killian look at her out of the corner of his eye once in a while, but they didn’t carry on a conversation. She spent the time thinking about the practicality of adopting Norman, but knew she would have to stick to her guns, because it just wouldn’t be fair to the rambunctious dog to be cooped up all day.

When they reached the shelter and exited the car, Killian slowed Emma down by placing a hand on her arm, while Henry entered the building with Norman. “Emma, I’ve been giving it some thought and I have an idea, if you’re open to it.”

She shrugged slightly. “Sure, let’s hear it.”

“Perhaps, if you adopted Win-, er, Norman, I could keep him during the day while you’re at work and school. I could pick him up in the morning before you leave and drop him off after you get home.”

“Sort of like shared custody or dog sitting?” she asked, turning to face him.

He chuckled. “Aye, something like that, I suppose.”

“I don’t know, Killian. That seems like a pretty big commitment between people who barely know each other. You’re not even sure you’re going to stay in Storybrooke.”

He scratched behind his ear. “If I move, it won’t be for a while, since I signed a six month lease on my apartment. That would give us time to train the dog. I know we’ve just met, but I…I’ve enjoyed getting to know you and your boy. I’m hoping this is just the beginning of our friendship.”

Emma stuck her hands in the back pocket of her jeans and rocked back on her heels. “I hope so, too, but I’m still not sure about the arrangement you’re suggesting.”

“I completely understand,” he said, then paused before asking, “Are you counting it out altogether, or will you consider it?”

She pulled her lip between her teeth in thought for a few seconds. “I’ll consider it,” she finally answered.

He gave her a small smile, then moved to open the door for her.

They went inside to see Henry sitting cross-legged on the floor with Norman, the dog’s head resting on his leg. David was listening to the boy give him a detailed description of their day at the nature preserve and looked up to give them a big grin. “Sounds like you had quite the adventure today.”

“Aye, we all had quite a workout,” Killian responded. “It’s quite a lovely place.”

“Yeah, we’re lucky to have it in Storybrooke,” David said. “Mary Margaret takes her class there on a field trip every year.”

Henry’s head whipped around. “Mrs. Nolan didn’t take our class!”

“It’s early in the school year,” Emma said. “I’m sure she’ll take you sometime.”

“They usually go in the spring,” David explained, as he walked around the end of the counter. “Are you ready for me to take Norman?”

“No,” Henry said, his voice muffled as he buried his face in the dog’s neck.

The three adults exchanged understanding looks. They gave the boy a couple more minutes, before Emma picked up the end of the leash and put her hand on Henry’s head. “It’s time to say goodbye to him, kid.”

Henry drew back to look at Norman. “Goodbye, boy. I’m gonna miss you.” He kissed the dog on top of the head and rubbed his ears.

Emma reached down to pet the dog, then handed the leash to David. Killian stood beside her to pat Norman, too, telling him to be a good boy.

David bid them all goodbye, then headed to the back with the dog reluctantly following him. Henry looked up at Emma from where he still sat on the floor. “Mom…”

“Henry, don’t say it. I already told you why it’s not a good idea to adopt him right now.”

“Right now? Does that mean we can adopt him later?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Emma replied, giving him her patented ‘don’t push it’ look. “Let’s go, kid.”

With a long-suffering sigh, Henry pushed himself to his feet and followed her out the door Killian was holding open. Once they were in the car and on their way to Storybrooke, Killian asked, “Would you, um, would the two of you like to get a late lunch at Granny’s, when we get back?”

“What do you think, Henry?” Emma threw over her shoulder.

He turned from where he had been glumly staring out the window. “Can I get a cheeseburger and fries?”

“Sure.”

“And a chocolate milkshake?” When his mom didn’t answer immediately, he added, “Please? It’ll make me less sad about Norman.”

Killian chuckled lowly as Emma rolled her eyes, muttering, “I’m raising a con artist.”

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Killian mentally kicked himself the whole way back into town. What was he thinking, asking Emma to agree to what was basically a long term commitment? He probably ruined his chance for asking her out on a date, too. He was sure she would think he was coming on too strong, if he did.

At least she agreed to have lunch with him. Hopefully, she would also allow him to continue calling her. Those phone calls and the texts they shared were always the highlight of his week.

As much as he enjoyed his time with Emma, having Henry with them made it even better. Killian hadn’t had a lot of interaction with children, but it was easy being around Emma’s son. He was bright, articulate and funny - very much like his mother. He was also respectful and well-mannered.

On the day they met, Emma confided to him that she was afraid she was making a lot of mistakes as a single mom, who never had a mother of her own to set an example, but he strongly disagreed. She wasn’t perfect - no parent was, but Henry seemed to be well-adjusted and confident, so she was obviously doing many things right.

Killian saw how much Henry loved the dog and wished he could help make the boy’s desire to adopt him come true, which is why he made the offer. He had come to love the furry little rascal, too, and would seriously consider adopting Norman himself. He just didn’t know if he could take the dog with him if he decided to move away from Storybrooke.

He pulled up in front of Granny’s, cut the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, as he heard Emma and Henry do the same. Typical of a young boy, Henry took off running and was already skipping up the steps to the front door by the time Killian reached Emma’s side.

“He’s pretty excited,” Emma explained. “Eating out is kind of a treat because we don’t do it very often.”

“I hope I wasn’t out of line for asking,” Killian said.

“No, not at all. It really perked him up.”

Killian halted at the bottom of the steps, causing Emma to stop and look at him. “I also hope I didn’t upset you by making the offer to watch Norman.”

“You didn’t,” she assured him. “I’m definitely going to think about it. I really miss having a dog around, too. I just have to weigh all the pros and cons.”

He smiled and nodded his understanding, then bounded up the steps to open the door. Henry was at the counter talking animatedly to Ruby, who looked up and gaped at Emma in surprise.

“Hey, girl! I didn’t realize you knew the very handsome new guy in town!”

Killian could feel his ears turning red, when Emma glanced at him before replying. “Hi, Ruby. Actually, we met by accident a couple of weeks ago.”

“By accident, huh? Did you hit him with your car or something?”

“Nothing like that. We were both renting the same dog at the animal shelter.”

“Was seeing him today another accident?”

Emma put her hands on her hips. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. It was planned this time.”

Killian wasn’t sure he had ever seen such a wide grin on the waitress’s face. They all gave Ruby their drink order, then Emma ushered Henry to a booth and Killian slid in across from them.

“Are you getting lasagna?” she asked.

“I think I’m going to try the grilled cheese and onion rings. Someone recommended them to me,” he smirked.

“Very intelligent person,” Emma grinned.

“Aye, that she is.”

Ruby arrived at their table with their drinks and Henry’s milkshake. She gave Emma and Killian another broad smile when she took down their identical orders. “His and hers grilled cheeses, huh? Maybe there’s some truth to the saying that couples begin to eat alike.”

Emma sighed and rolled her eyes. “I think the saying is that couples start to look alike, and we aren’t a couple. We’re just friends.”

“I see,” Ruby said, glancing at Henry, who was busy spooning the thick milkshake into his mouth. “Well, they do say there are benefits to being friends.” She gave them an exaggerated wink, then turned and made her way to the kitchen.

“Ruby isn’t exactly the epitome of subtlety,” Emma said, a blush filling her cheeks with color.

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“It was nice of Killian to take us to Granny’s today,” Henry said, as he was climbing into bed that night.

“Yes, it was. I was very proud of you for remembering to thank him without needing a reminder.”

“Thanks for letting me get a milkshake, even if it didn’t make me stop feeling sad about not being able to adopt Norman.”

Emma tucked the covers around his shoulders. “I know, but try not to think about it.”

“I can’t,” Henry pouted. “He’s probably crying himself to sleep tonight.”

“I think he’s probably going to sleep remembering all of the fun we had today.”

Henry stubbornly shook his head. “Nuh-uh. He’s wondering why we didn’t bring him home with us.”

“Henry,” Emma sighed, “I know you’re sad, but we just can’t…”

“I know,” he interrupted, “you keep saying it wouldn’t be fair for him to be alone all day, but he’s already alone at the shelter all day, except for Mr. Nolan, and at night, there’s nobody there at all.”

“There’s other dogs and cats…”

“That’s not the same. They’re all in cages by themselves. If we adopted him, he could sleep on my bed, like Ernie did.”

Knowing she was going around in circles with him, Emma reached over and picked up the book from his nightstand. “How about if you say your prayers after I read to you tonight?”

Heaving a dramatic sigh, he said, “Fine, but it’s not gonna make me forget about Norman.”

After reading to him for fifteen minutes, hearing his prayers - which mentioned Norman and Killian several times - and kissing him goodnight, she left his room. Heading into her own bedroom, she went through her nightly routine automatically, lost in thought.

Once she was in her pajamas, free of make-up and teeth brushed, she peeked in on her son to find him sound asleep. She made sure the front door was deadbolted, turned off the lights in the kitchen and living room and went back into her room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stared at the phone in her hand, mind racing.

Finally, she pulled up Killian’s contact and hit the call button.

She was almost ready to hang up after it rang four times, not wanting it to go to voicemail, when he answered. “Hello, Swan. I wasn’t expecting to talk to you again so soon.”

“I hope I’m not calling too late.”

“Not at all. What’s on your mind?”

“Henry was still upset about Norman before he went to sleep. I feel like I’m being selfish by not allowing him to get a dog.”

“Why do you feel that way?”

“Because one of my excuses is that a dog is a lot of work and would need training, which it would. I’m making it seem like all the work would fall on me. Now, I know Henry is only eight, but I think he’s pretty responsible for his age.”

“From what I’ve seen, I would agree with that,” Killian cut in.

“Thank you. Anyway, I think he would be able to help train and take care of the dog, so that excuse is out the window. The other big concern I had is that the dog would have to be home by himself all day, which brings me to the reason I’m calling. I’ve been seriously considering your offer, if it’s still on the table.”

“It is.”

“Are you sure that’s not asking too much of you? I mean, you’re home during the day, but you’re working. How would you be able to take care of him?”

“I’ve had him here with me a few times already and he makes himself right at home. He’s housebroken and doesn’t demand too much attention. If he starts getting restless, I take him outside and play with him for a while. That works with my schedule because I have to take breaks now and then, when I’ve been staring at the computer screen for too long.”

She blew out a long breath. “What if it turns out to be too big of a commitment? We’ve spent some time together and have done a lot of talking to get to know each other, but we’re still basically strangers.”

“Well actually…” Killian began, then paused for several moments before continuing, “I was hoping to have an opportunity to ask you something today, but the right moment never presented itself.”

Emma’s heart began to beat faster in anticipation of what she suspected he might ask. “What did you want to ask?”

“Would you, um…would you consider going out with me?”

Standing up to pace back and forth between her bed and dresser, she chewed her lip in contemplation. She could literally count how many dates she’d had since Henry’s birth on one hand. She only went on those dates to appease Ruby, who was convinced Emma’s Mr. Right was out there somewhere, but she hadn’t been attracted to any of the men.

She couldn’t say the same about Killian. From the time she laid eyes on him, she felt an attraction that only got stronger the more she got to know him. He seemed to be the total package - kind, intelligent, considerate, and insanely hot.

“What happens if we adopt Norman, then go out with each other and realize we’re not compatible?”

“If you adopt him, I would keep my commitment to help take care of him, even if we decide dating doesn’t work for us. You have my word, Emma.”

She came to a halt at the end of her bed and turned to face the mirror above her dresser. For eight years, Henry had been her number one priority and always would be, but maybe it was time for her to do something for herself. Could that something be going out with Killian Jones?

She was so deep in thought, she didn’t realize how long she had been standing there considering her answer. When Killian finally spoke, his quiet voice startled her. “What do you say, Swan?”

“Yes, Killian. I will go out with you.”

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Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x f!Reader Word count: 6821 Warnings: Smut Summary: After being hurt during your final mission, Whiskey tells Eggsy the story of how you met. Author Note: I started this back in 2021 and never got around to posting it. I hope y'all like it Masterlist | Ao3

Home sweet home. It’s the words written elegantly on a wood sign above a fireplace, block letters on a doormat, even the name of a Yankee candle. The meaning being relief of coming home, home being a house with four walls and a roof. To Jack, “home sweet home” wasn’t a cute sign bought at Homegoods or an overpriced candle. Jack’s home sweet home was you, the love of his life. The relief he felt when he fell into your arms, that was home sweet home. Sinking his cock deep inside you, that was home sweet home. As long as you were there, he was home.

It never occurred to Jack that his home might be taken away from him. He made a vow, “I’ll keep you dry and warm.” Up until now, he had. You had never once been cold or lonely and every mission he had your back just as you had his. He kept you safe and you kept him safe. Today he failed and now you were paying the price.

Ginger was looking after your unconscious body. You had taken significant trauma to the head, a bullet to the abdomen, and several other injuries Ginger had yet to assess. Jack watched anxiously through a large glass window. His hat was in his hands and his emotions were written all over his face.

When he closed his eyes, he tried picturing you coming up to him with that smile of yours. It made his whole body fill with love. He tried to imagine you reaching up and pressing your fingers into his worry lines, smoothing them away like you always did. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t feel you.

“How is she?” Eggsy asked, stepping up beside Jack.

“I don’t know,” Jack said. “Ginger hasn’t said anything yet. I…. I don’t know what I’m going to do if I lose her. She means everything to me.”

Eggsy nodded, patting Jack’s back. “She’ll be okay, mate. You wait and see. She’s a fighter.”

Eggsy stayed by Jack and watched Ginger work. It was quiet except for the faint noises from the medical equipment.

“Did you two meet in training?” Eggsy asked, never hearing the story of how you and Jack came to be.

“We met at a bar outside the city,” Jack said. Eggsy looked over at Jack and watched as his eyes became glassy and he had this far away look. “I was heartbroken, you see. A few months prior I had caught my high school sweetheart cheating on me with my best friend. I had thought she was the love of my life. I had been coming to this dive bar just outta the city. I was less likely to run into her and her new boyfriend if I went there.”

The bar wasn’t as packed as the ones in the city were which was nice, but it was slim pickings for Jack. He somehow managed just fine when it came to finding someone to take back when he was feeling extra lonely.

Every night began the same, with Jack ordering a glass of whiskey. What followed varied. Some nights he would find a pretty country girl to take back to his place. Others, he would stare down at the bottom of his glass wondering if his heart would ever heal. If one of the girls he took home would ever be the thing that healed it, or if he would forever be alone.

You came up right beside Jack on one of his ‘stare at the bottom of his glass’ nights. He was four glasses in but seeing you sobered him up. Jack turned to you and it was like he could see his future. He shook his head. He did see his future, you were it.

“Hello, gorgeous,” his lips went on autopilot, beginning the pickup line he had used on every girl here. “I’m Jack, what’s your name?’

You looked over at him, not sure what to say at first. You studied his clean-shaven face, leather jacket, and cowboy hat.

You gave the cocky cowboy your name and when it fell from his lips your whole body warmed. It sounded like warm summer days driving through the backroads of Kentucky. You wanted him to say it again and again. You wanted to hear him whisper it, scream it, chant it, and more.

“And what is a gorgeous little lady like yourself doing in a bar like this?” Jack asked.

“Just wanted to get away from the city for a little bit.”

“I know how you feel,” Jack said, taking a sip of his whiskey.

The bartender came up to you then. You ordered a drink and tried to pass him some cash. Jack was quick to push it down.

“She’s on me.” “You don’t have to do that,” you said.

“I want to,” Jack said, pulling out the stool beside him. “Care to join me? You don’t have to, but I would sure like your company.”

You smiled and slid into the seat beside him. “I’d love that.”

Jack smirked, turning so he faced you. It was as if a little bubble formed around the two of you, blocking out all sound and sense of time. You talked and talked until closing. Everything flowed so easily between the two of you and you never wanted it to end.

You tucked yourself under Jack’s arm and the two of you stumbled out of the bar.

“You want to come back to my place?” You asked as you slid into the cab.

Jack wanted to say yes. He didn’t want this night to ever end. But he also didn’t want this to be a simple one-night stand.

You must have seen his hesitation, because you reached out, grabbing his hand and squeezing.

“Come on, cowboy. I’m not letting this end yet,” you said, pulling him into the cab and giving the driver your address.

The keys jingled in your hand as you stumbled to the door. It took a few tries, still slightly drunk and pitch blackout made it hard to find the key slot. But then you had it and you were pulling Jack into your little apartment.

His lips met yours as he pressed you against your front door. One hand rested beside your head while the other caressed your breast. Your nipples began to grow hard and you softly moaned at the sensation of his large hand on you. You wanted them everywhere.

“Need to feel these inside me,” you gasped, tracing his fingers that held your breast. “I’m so wet, Jack.”

He groaned at your confession and continued to kiss you down your jaw and neck. You pushed on him.

“Bed. Now.”

“I didn’t know you had a bossy side.” “I have many sides, Jack, and if you want to see them all, you best get in that bedroom. Now.”

Jack didn’t need to be told a third time. He walked through your tiny living room, past your kitchen, and through the open bedroom door.

“How do you want me, gorgeous?” Jack asked, turning around once he reached the bed. His eyes widened when he saw you right behind him, your eyes were filled with lust as you pushed him down to the bed.

“What do you say, cowboy?” You asked, unbuttoning your shirt. “Want me to save a horse and ride a cowboy?” Jack was at a loss for words as your shirt fell to the ground, revealing your chest and stomach to him. He sat up and reached for you, pulling you into his lap. Your hand gripped his shoulder and hair as you fell into his lap with a giggle. Jack ripped your bra off and took one of your nipples into his warm mouth. “Fuck, Jack,” you moaned, gripping his hair.

He feasted on you like you were his last meal.

“Want to taste you,” he said against your skin as he kissed up your throat. “Please.”

“I’m all yours,” your words ended in a soft squeal as he flipped you onto the bed and pulled your pants and underwear off.

Jack laid down between your thighs. His arms going around you to hold you how he wanted. You watched those big brown eyes fill with lust as he looked down at you. He planted kisses along your thighs before coming to your soaked core. His tongue traced your outer lips and brushed your clit. Shivers ran down your spine. Everything in you seemed to focus on the actions the sexy cowboy between your legs did.

His tongue danced along before sinking into you. You gasped, muscles contracting around him.

“I can’t wait to feel my cock buried deep inside you,” Jack said, one of his hands moving towards your entrance. His finger was dry and burned a bit going in but it was a pleasant burn, the burn you couldn’t wait to kick up a notch when it was his cock. He was painfully hard now but needed you to cum before you had your way with him.

“Jack,” you moaned, tugging at his thick hair.

His tongue worked on your clit while his finger rubbed that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. A hot tear rolled down your cheek and you were cumming with his name falling from your lips.

When the last wave finally washed over you, you sat up and pulled Jack to you. Your lips crashed as you pulled at his clothes. Jack pulled away and stumbled off the bed. He ripped his shirt off and undid his pants. Clothes were scattered around your room but you couldn’t care. You needed him.

Jack sat at the head of the bed as you crawled towards him. His hands rested on your hips as you straddled him.

“I want to be inside you,” he said.

You leaned over and pulled open your bedside table. Grabbing a condom, you carefully rip it open and roll it down his cock. You wrapped your hand around him and jerked him a few times. His eyes closed as his head hit the headboard.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

“Look at me, Jack,” you said, running the head of his cock through your juices. “I need you to watch me sink onto you.”

Jack’s grip on your hips tightened but he opened his eyes.

“Use me.” Your name fell from his lips in that thick country accent.

Your pussy clenched at his words. You didn’t need any more encouragement, sink down on him. He felt so large pushing into you. The burn made you moan his name. Once he was fully inside, you clenched your muscles around him, making him moan. Your hips began to move as one of his hands found your breast while the other kneaded your ass.

Your pace quickened and you got to hear what you had wanted. Your name was a chant, a prayer falling from his lips. Your hips began to spell out each letter of your name.

“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping your breast tighter and bucking up into you.

Jack’s thumb found your clit, rubbing circles into it. Your head flew back as you cried out. Your body met just a few more times before you were both cumming. Your back arched as your body clenched around him. Jack was right behind you, spilling into the condom.

You both sat there, foreheads pressed together as you panted. You gently came off him and pulled the condom off before he could go soft. Neither of you wanted to leave this moment so you tossed the condom in the bin just a few feet away. You pulled wipes out from the drawer and carefully cleaned both of you off.

“What else do you have in that drawer?” Jack asked.

You cracked a smile. “That’s a surprise for another time, cowboy.”

Jack smiled a tired smile as you finally slid off him. You both went to the bathroom before crawling into bed. Jack wasn’t sure how to handle this next part because he often would give a thank you kiss before getting the hell outta dodge. But you had said next time and he sure wanted there to be a next time.

You curled up beside him and Jack wrapped his arms around you. It was strange, this was the first time he had cuddled with anyone since his ex. He made himself forget how wonderful it was to have his arms around someone. He pulled you closer and breathed you in. It was a mix between your soap, sweat, and sex.

Jack closed his eyes with his nose still buried in your hair and he drifted off into the most peaceful night’s rest he had had in a long time.

The next morning, Jack found you in the kitchen on the phone. You’re wearing black dress pants and a white blouse with black polka dots. You had your phone tucked between your shoulder and ear as you rolled up your sleeves. Jack felt his pants grow tighter as he watched you. You turned around, the top button of your blouse was unbuttoned showing him the lacy bralette you had on beneath.

You smiled at Jack. His eyes widened as you stepped up to him. Your hand sliding down his bare stomach and over his jeans. Jack gasped when he felt your fingers through the fabric of his jeans.

“I’ll be there in a few hours,” you said.

Jack smirked as your fingers dipped into his jeans and took him into your hand.

“No, I promise, I’ll be there. The meeting isn’t for another three hours. I’ll be there,” you promised. “I’ve got some things that need to be taken care of before though. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

You ended the call and sank to your knees.

“Like what you see, cowboy?”

Jack nodded, “You sure you want to do this, gorgeous?”

You bit your lip and pulled his pants down.

“I want this,” you said, licking your hand before taking him in your hand.

You slowly pulled his foreskin back and took him in your mouth. He groaned, throwing his head back. One of his hands grabbed your hair and pulled. You moaned, reaching up and cupping his balls.

“Jack,” you said. “I need you looking at me.”

Jack was scared if he looked down at you in fear he would lose it, but he did. His eyes met yours as you took him all the way in your throat. You were glad you hadn’t put your makeup on because it would surely be running now. Tears welled up in your eyes as you fought your gag reflex before pulling away.

Jack moaned your name, again and again, thrusting into your mouth.

“I’m going to. . .”

You don’t let him pull away, keeping him in your mouth and swirling your tongue around his sensitive head. His balls and thighs tightened as he exploded into your mouth. You took every drop all while looking up at his blissed-out face.

After cleaning him up, you stood up and moved to the kitchen.

“Hungry?” You asked.

Jack came up behind you, grabbing your hips and kissing your neck.

“Very, but only for you.”

You chuckled. “Maybe later, cowboy. I have a meeting to get to.”

“On a Saturday?” He asked.

“Sadly,” you said, turning in his arms and reaching up to cup his cheek. “You’re welcome to stay here and wait for me to get back if you want.”

“You trust me to do that, sugar?”

You smiled. Little did the sweet cowboy know, you had been watching him for the past few weeks. He had been on the Statesman radar to recruit and as one of the youngest recruiting officers, you were given the case. The only problem was you found yourself being drawn to Jack like a moth drawn to the flame.

“I trust you.”

You scrabbled some eggs while Jack fried the bacon. You brewed the coffee while Jack set the island. It was nice and domestic. Something you both had been searching for for quite some time. He sat beside you, munching on bacon and making conversation. You found yourself often just staring at the young man. A part of you was scared that you would be throwing away everything you had worked so hard to get. Sleeping with one of your recruits was frowned upon.

But who could blame you when they saw Jack Daniels?

“I should get going,” you said, wiping your face.

“How long will the meeting be?” Jack asked.

You grinned, “Ready for another ride?”

Jack smirked, “Always ready for you, gorgeous.”

You kissed Jack’s cheek. “It shouldn’t be long.”

“Good, because I want to explore that drawer of yours.” “We will have plenty of time for that. But for now, I have to go or I’ll be late.”

You and Jack continued your relationship, keeping it under the Statesman’s radar. That was until the head, your father, asked about the recruit.

“He has potential,” you said. “I’ve been doing heavy research into his past and following him a bit.”

“Following?” Your uncle, Agent Champagne, said from beside your father.

“Champagne,” your father said.

“No, Porter,” Champagne argued, grabbing the remote to the screen on the wall beside you. “Your daughter has been sleeping with her recruit.”

The screen turned on and a video of you in a bar bathroom making out with Jack played. Your face burned as you watched the video. Jack’s voice filled the room. Calling you gorgeous and sugar. This did not look good

“I know this doesn’t look good,” you started. “Look good?” Champagne laughed. “Sweetheart, it’s a fucking shit show.”

“Champagne,” your father said calmly. “You cannot tell me you didn’t sleep with recruits or fellow agents for that matter.”

Champagne sighed.

Everything was quiet while your father thought about what the next steps were to be.

“I think it’s time to bring Jack in.” “Really?” You asked, grinning.

Your father nodded. “Bring him in, Agent Brandy.”

Bringing Jack in was the proudest moment of your life.

“You work at a distillery?” Jack asked.

“Something like that.”

You brought him into the barn and leaned down to have your eye scanned by a hidden compartment.

“What is that?” Jack asked.

You just smirked and took his hand, pulling him into the barn. Barrels upon barrels lined the walls and long aisles had more stored on shelves. You looked over and found Jack examining each barrel he passed.

“This way, cowboy. Are you ready for your life to change, forever?”

“Oh, darling, my life changed forever when I met you.”

You chuckled, stopping in front of a large barrel. You pressed a button on the edge and you were met with another scanner. Once it identified you, the barrel opened. Inside was a metal staircase leading to the basement.

“Woah,” Jack whispered as he looked around the barrel.

You stopped your descent down to headquarters when you realized Jack wasn’t following.

“You coming?”

Jack’s wide, curious eyes met yours, “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming.”

Down the stairs were your father and Champagne as well as the other new recruits. You stepped over beside your father with your hands behind your back. Jack was confused as he stopped beside another man in a beige cowboy hat and denim jacket.

“What is this?” Jack asked you, a bit scared now.

You just smiled and put your finger to your lips. “Shh.”

Jack looked around him at the five other recruits.

“You don’t know why you’re here?” The man to his right asked.

“No, my girlfriend just brought me here.” “Agent Brandy brought you?” The man asked.

“Brandy?” Jack shook his head, giving the man your real name.

“That may be her birth name, but most of us know her as Agent Brandy. She’s the youngest Statesmen to have a ranking like hers. Some people say it’s because of her Daddy, but they just don’t like seeing a woman get as far as she has. She’s a badass.”

Your father was leaning down, whispering in your ear. You nodded along, agreeing with his points.

“What is this place?” Jack asked.

“This is the Statesmen. A secret independent intelligence agency,” a woman to Jack’s left said. She was a young black woman with a short pixie cut. “Did you say you were brought in by Brandy?”

“Yeah,” Jack said, eyes on you.

You nodded, a grin playing on your lips. He had this, soon he would be a Statesman like you.

“Alright, listen up,” Champagne said, stepping away from you and your father. “The three months will be long and they will be hard. To become a Stateman you must show teamwork, loyalty, and resilience.

“There will be three tasks you will need to complete to become a Statesman. Each task will be completed at the end of each month. These will be the toughest months of your life, but if you succeed, you will have the honor of joining our ranks and protecting your country. Let’s begin.”

Everyone followed Champagne down the hall except for Jack. Your father left for his office giving the two of you some time to speak.

“What is this?” Jack asked.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I was assigned to get information on you, never interact, just see if you would be a good recruit. I never planned for us. I’m sorry.”

Jack was shaking his head. “It was all real though, Jack. I promise.”

“You set me up?” “No. Yes. I…. It’s complicated.’

“Doesn’t seem all that complicated.”

You waited for him to add sugar or gorgeous to the end but it never came.

“Daniels,” Champagne called. “Your new home awaits.”

Jack looked down the hall at Champagne.

Jack wasn’t sure why he went along with it all. He was pissed at you for lying to him and bringing him here, but he couldn’t help but wonder what lied ahead for him, for you both.

You weren’t able to speak to Jack after that. In the following months, the recruitments weren’t allowed any contact with any of the higher-ups besides Champagne. The first task almost killed Jack if it weren’t for the man who had stood beside him that first day.

Jack trained harder the following month and when he went to sleep two days before the month ended, he woke in a field tied to a post. A bull stood in front of, pawing at the ground. You watched anxiously from afar as Jack jerked at his binds.

A voice came through a little earpiece.

“Who do you work for?”

“What?” Jack gasped, pulling at the rope that bound his hands.

“I said, who do you work for?” The bull huffed, steam coming from his nostrils.

“Stay still,” you whispered. “Stay still.”

“Who’s the Statesmen?” The voice in Jack’s ear asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please.”

The bull began to charge.

“Tell me who the Statesmen are.” “I can’t, I don’t know.”

The bull was coming closer and closer. Jack closed his eyes and waited for his chest to be ripped to shreds by the massive horns, but it never came.

You clapped, sighing in relief as the bull went straight through Jack before disappearing. Champagne stepped out from the shadows as the dusty field disappeared around Jack. It had all been a hologram, faked.

“Good job, Daniels. You passed.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jack gasped. “What kind of fucked up rodeo are you people playing at?”

“These tests,” Champagne said. “Are meant to weed out those who would destroy the Statesmen. You, Daniels, are quickly showing us that you would make it better. Do you know why?”

“No, tell me.” Champagne smirked. “The next test will show you.”

A month later, and it was time for the final test.

Champagne was talking with Jack about the final test when a message popped up on the screen beside his desk. A feed began streaming automatically. You were at home and your door had been busted open. You grabbed a gun you kept under the kitchen sink and fired off round after round at the man coming through the front door. Then a man came up from behind you, having gotten in through your bedroom window, grabbed you, and shoved a cloth over your mouth. You went limp in the man’s arms almost instantly.

“No,” Jack yelled as the feed cut out. “We have to go find her.”

“We should already have a team in pursuit,” Champagne said. “You shouldn’t worry, you have your last test to prepare for.” “Fuck the test, “Jack said. “She’s just been taken.” “She is the best Statesman we have. She will be fine.”

“I have to go after her,” Jack stood, his chair dragging across the floor.

“You can do no such thing. You are not allowed to leave the property or you will be disqualified.” “So be it,” Jack said. “I have to go get her.”

“Don’t do this, Jack,” Champagne called after him. “You’re going to regret this.”

What Jack would regret, is not telling you how he felt about you. He was pretty pissed at you after the stunt you pulled bringing him into the Statesmen, but he couldn’t help but see you had made the right choice.

Jack went to the weapons room. He grabbed a handgun and some tech items in hopes to help him track you. He wished Ginger could point him in the right direction. But he was alone.

The trip to your apartment was longer than it had been before. He seemed to hit every red light on the way but he stayed calm. He had to focus and see everything that an anxious mind couldn’t. He had to find you and bring you home.

When he pulled up to your apartment, he ran upstairs, gun in hand. Your door had been kicked in, and your house had been torn apart. They had been looking for something. Jack moved to your closet and felt around the back. The drywall slid out of place to reveal a biometric lock. After it scanned his eye, the wall opened up revealing a larger closet.

“Can’t believe you kept all this from me, sugar,” Jack muttered under her breath.

There were Statesman uniforms, guns, knives, a couple of katanas. You were all teched out so how did they get the jump on you? Jack had to shove his anxiety down. Whatever had happened didn’t matter anymore, all that mattered was getting you back.

He turned to leave and on the shelf by the door was Jack’s cowboy hat. She had kept it after they took it and gave Jack a recruitment uniform. On the shelf under the hat were a lasso and whip. Jack went over and put his hat on and picked up the lasso. He examined it and then the whip. They were teched-out just like every Statesmen weapon.

When Jack got back to the car, new weapons in hand, he pulled out the tablet he had nicked from the weapons room at headquarters. He pulled up your file and found your tracker was still active. He tracked you to an old barn in the middle of nowhere.

Jack moved through the tobacco field as quietly as he could. The sun had long gone down and now the moon was out, lighting up his path enough. He went around the barn, noting every entrance and exit. There were no guards which meant they were all inside. How many he wouldn’t know until he went inside.

Jack wasn’t sure what else he could do other than break down the front door and attack. So that’s what he did. He kicked the barn door open and used his lasso to pull the nearest guard outside. Then he pulled two guns and moved into the barn. He shot every guard in sight. Each one falling like flies. When he caught sight of you, his heart stopped.

You were tied to a chair, head hanging forward. What could they have done to you in the short time they had you? Every scenario ran through Jack’s head. Every single one was worse than the last.

He made his way to you, once he was out of ammo, he pulled his lasso back out and electrocuted the men. The rope burned bright blue as it wrapped around the enemies, killing them. When everyone was finally on the ground, dead or dying, Jack went to you.

He carefully removed the gag they had tied around your face. He cupped your cheek and gently tried to wake you. You groaned, eyes slowly beginning to open. You whimpered something but Jack couldn’t hear you.

“It’s time to wake up, sugar. I gotta get you outta here.”

He moved around behind you and cut the ropes that held you to the chair.

“Jack?” You whispered.

“Yes,” Jack said, your name in that beautiful southern accent filled your ears. “I’m here to take you home.”

You smiled, looking over your shoulder at him. “You did it.” Your voice was raw and quiet.

The ground shook a little as cars approached. Jack took out his lasso again and stood between you and the door. Two silhouettes approached and Jack gripped his lasso tighter.

“Put the lasso down, Daniels,” Champagne said.

Jack’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening. This had been the final test. Champagne and Porter came into the barn and you slowly got up moving to Jack’s side. Your feet felt like jelly. You grabbed Jack’s arm, holding it tight.

“This was a test?” Jack asked.

Porter nodded. “The last test, to see if you would go after teammates and ones you loved even if it meant going against the orders of your superiors.” “You passed, Daniels,” Champagne said. “You are officially a Statesman. Agent Whiskey.” Jack was shocked but then he looked down at you. Your eyes were still a bit glossy but you were smiling.

“I know it’s probably not the best test,” you whispered.

“I thought you were dead,” Jack said. “I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself. I was so pissed at you for lying to me, bringing me here. Deep down, I trusted you though. You saw something in me that I hadn’t, something my ex never did. I…. I love you and I thought I might never be able to tell you that.”

You tried to reach up and kiss him, but your body was still drowsy. You tipped to the side but Jack held you strong. He leaned down and kissed you.

“I’m sorry for keeping the secrets,” you said. “I know it hurt you and I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you,” he said. While he was hurt, he understood why you did it, why you had to do it. Now, he was just glad there would be no more secrets between the two of you.

Jack was a Statemen now. Agent Whiskey, assigned to partner with Agent Brandy.

The following years had you and Jack working side by side on missions around the world. You fought back to back, him swinging his lasso while you shot enemies with your pistols. Your favorite moments were when Jack pulled out his whip and you saw it come around from behind you before disappearing and you heard the loud crack.

It made your pussy throb every time.

Then it was time for the next step.

Jack anxiously moved back and forth on the front porch. He was at your parent’s house and trying desperately to work up the nerve to knock on the door.

You had been dating for a few years now. While you had separate addresses, most nights Jack stayed with you. It was finally time for Jack to pop the question and while you had both talked about it, he wanted to ask your father’s permission to wed.

Jack walked up to the door and raised his fist to knock on the door when it opened. Your father stood there and looked Jack up and down.

“Agent Whiskey. Did you show up to my house to ask for my daughter’s hand in marriage wearing that?”

Jack’s ears went bright red as he gripped his hat tighter.

Your mother came up, slapping your father lightly on the chest. “Stop that. Jack, dear, ignore him. He’s just being an ass. Come in.”

Jack’s eyes anxiously jumped between your mother and father before stepping into the home.

He always loved your childhood home. The walls in the hallway were covered in photos of you and your family at various times. You often pushed him along when he got to the baby photos, but now he didn’t have you with him. He stopped and studied the photo of you sleeping on your grandfather’s lap. He had been a Statesman too, passed when you were sixteen. It had been really hard on you, Jack knew.

Jack continued into the kitchen where your parents sat at the dining table, a chair pushed out for Jack. He placed his hat on the table and sat down. Your mother smiled warmly at him, ready to take in the question everyone knew he was here to ask. It was the same smile you often had. Then he looked at your father, arms crossed across his chest, face stern. He had also seen you like this, it’s your tough face. It always gave Jack chills and depending on who it was for, it turned him on.

“I…. I wanted to have your permission, both of your permission to marry your daughter,” Jack said, adding your name to the end.

Your father was silent for what felt like ages but was really only a few seconds.

“Good thing you said her name and not her sisters, we might’ve gotten confused.”

Jack laughed awkwardly but your father uncrossed his arms and patted Jack’s back.

“Of course you have our permission, Jack.”

The next morning, you rolled over and found Jack staring at you. His cheek rested in his hand as he looked down at you.

“You aren’t about to murder me, are you?” You asked.

Jack smiled. His eyes were so warm and full of love.

“No, gorgeous.”

“Then why are you staring at me like that?”

Jack reached out and ran his fingers over your side.

“I can’t help it. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“You think you’re lucky? I’m dating Jack fucking Daniels. The sexiest cowboy around.”

Jack leaned in and kissed you. You reached out, holding him close and deepening the kiss. These were the perfect mornings, just you and Jack. No obligations or commitments to attend to. You could spend the next few hours kissing, cuddling, fucking. It wouldn’t matter.

Jack pulled away and reached behind him.

“What are you doing?” You asked, a teasing tone to your voice. “You get us a new toy?”

“Something like that,” Jack said before revealing the ring.

“Jack.”

His name was barely a whisper. Your heart was racing as you stared at the ring. It was beautiful, breathtaking, completely you. Jack gently took your hand and slid the ring on your finger. It was a perfect fit.

Your name fell from Jack’s warm lips. “We have been through so much already and now I ask that you brave the rest of our journeys as my wife.”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Yes!”

Jack smiled, as you all but jumped him. Pushing him onto his back and straddling your cowboy. The sheet tightened around the two of you as you kissed him. Your bodies moving together as one in bed just as they did in the field. You knew no one would ever feel like this. No other relationship would work as well as your relationship with Jack worked.

A year later, you married the love of your life. It was a small, intimate wedding in the mountains. A local folk band played you down the aisle. Jack would never forget what you told him in your vows. “I will love you till I’m dead,” you said, tears of joy rolling down your cheeks.

It was a promise you would never break.

Jack brushed your tears away.

“I will keep you dry and warm,” he promised.

You smiled, kissing him well before the officiant said, “you may kiss the bride.” Neither of you cared. Your families laughed when you pulled away and the officiant said, “You’re a little early there, Jack.”

“Me?” Jack asked. “That was all her.”

You brushed a piece of hair from your face and grinned.

“She may look innocent,” Jack said to the officiant. “But I promise you she is farthest from.”

After you married, you and Jack moved to the New York headquarters. Champagne, now working your father’s position in Kentucky, wanted the two of you in the New York office. You had bought a beautiful condo and were living your best lives. Shipping off on occasion to do some dirty work, other times you stayed in New York running the business side of the Statesmen. Some days you liked staying in New York. There was no fear of not returning, but it did have its downsides. One, in particular, was that it was boring.

You and Jack found some ways around that.

A few years went by and New York had grown old. Rumors had begun to circulate that Champagne was ready to retire as well. Names for who was to replace him circulated around the Statesman. Your name was often thrown around most.

One night, you asked Jack about what he thought.

“I don’t see how anyone could think of replacing Champagne with someone other than you. You are the only person for that job.” “So, if it were to come up and I was given the opportunity. . .” “You take it,” Jack said.

You smiled, leaning across the bed to kiss him.

“How did I get to be so lucky?” You wondered aloud.

“I ask myself the same thing about you every day.”

A few weeks later, Jack was called in to do a mission with the Kingsmen. You stayed behind in the New York Headquarters making sure everything went to plan. When Jack got back and took a gunshot to the head, you both moved back to Kentucky so you could begin your transition to replace Champagne.

The following few days were hell for you. Sitting at Jack’s side while Ginger worked her Ginger magic. You refused to leave his side, no matter what. Champagne needed you to continue to train beside him so you could take his position, but you couldn’t leave Jack. You just couldn’t.

When Jack finally woke up, he flirted with you just as he had done at the bar.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Jack.” His name off your lips seemed to bring back all his memories.

“What happened?” Jack asked.

“You were shot by one of Poppy’s men. It was pretty bad, I thought I had lost you,” you said, tears clouding your eyes.

Jack reached out and wiped them away. “You are going to have to try a lot harder to get rid of me, sugar.”

You smiled, leaning in and gently kissing him. You were careful of the bandage covering the bullet wound. At that moment, everything was right.

Almost a year later, you and Jack were on your final field mission, fighting some thugs trying to destroy the world. Everything was going fine until it wasn’t. Now Jack sat beside your bedside, holding your hand and praying you would wake up.

You were in a coma for a week. Jack will never forget the moment he felt you stir. He woke up from his nap quicker than ever. You smiled at him.

“What did I miss?”

Jack laughed through tears, getting up and kissing you as though his life depended on it.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

“For what, my love?”

“I should’ve been able to stop it.”

You shook your head, taking Jack’s face in your hands. “Oh, Jack. No.” “I was supposed to protect you.”

You kissed his nose. “No, Jack. We are supposed to protect each other. And we did that. We both made it back alive, didn’t we?”

Jack smiled, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Yeah, I guess we did.”

You laid there for who knows how long. Cuddling each other close.

“You are my home,” Jack said. “Please don’t ever leave me.”

You kissed his temple, “Never.”

Eggsy smiled, watching from behind the glass as you and Jack talked. One of your hands was in Jack’s hair, the other in one of Jack’s hands. Eggsy could see why you two worked so well together. He could see and feel the love between you in this simple moment. He hoped he could make Tilde as happy as Jack made you.

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