OUAT One-Shots

Jefferson x Emma

Insanity

  "Here, let me help you," the young blonde offered.

  Linking an arm around his, she took some of his weight as he staggered up the concrete steps, wincing slightly with each stride. Only 10 minutes before, Emma had been distracted while driving and not noticed a man walking on the right side of the road. After slamming on her brakes, she sent him tumbling down a large ditch, catching himself on several boulders and tree roots as he fell.

  He smiled kindly, appreciating her helpful gesture. After all, she could have killed him. Right?

  As Jefferson unlocked the large front door, he paused for a second to allow the woman to enter first. He was eager to see her reaction. He was certain she'd never think anything of the long corridors and multiple doors, but just to make sure, he'd make some tea. Just in case.

  Walking, or limping, into the larger living room, Emma immediately laid eyes on the old-fashioned, yet pristine white mantelpiece that held many ornaments. Several of which caught her attention. And after receiving a nod of approval, she moved toward them, curiosity taking over.

  After a few more minutes, Jefferson returned with a small silver tray. And on it was a spotless tea pot, alongside two china cups with a small pot of sugar as an aside. Just to sweeten things up. He thought to himself as he rested them atop of the glass coffee table. The blonde looked to him, intrigued as to why he would have brought tea for someone who had just hit him with her bug.

  Picking up one of the cups, she filled it halfway and strode over to the piano where he'd just rolled out an old map of Storybrooke.

  "Maybe this, will help you track down your dog," he commented.

  "Wow," her eyes followed every path and road shown to each destination.

  "What's his name?"

  A few seconds after the question was asked, she returned with an improvised response, a sheepish smile following later on. "Spot."

  "Ha," he chuckled softly, "Cute," stepping backwards a few paces to give her some space. He knew it would not be long now. As she took another sip, she didn't know it yet but she was about to feel the result of liquid sedation.

  "Well, Route 6 runs the boundary of the forest so," she began tracing the pathway with her finger, finishing the final mouthful of her tea. "So if I just follow that I should-" her eyes began to close dopily.

  "...be able to..." her words were barely a whisper when she started to grip onto the piano for stability.

  "Something wrong?" an expression of mock-concern was cut off by deeper breathing.

  She tapped the teacup on the top of the piano accidentally, eyes closing slowly again. "...I'm just, um," her left hand was now grasping at the corner of the table-like-top. "Feeling a little..." and with that, she fell backwards against Jefferson's body.

  "Ugh, let me help you," he groaned quietly, wrapping one hand around her arm and another around her waist. Her head leant back into the crook of his neck, eyes searching for a reason as to why this was happening. He pulled her up toward him, getting closer by the second until she was completely reliant on him for support.

  "...Dizzy..."

  "Let's just lie you down here," he narrated, dragging her body back with him. He held back a smirk, proud that he now had complete control over her. He knew she wouldn't be able to escape, or even talk in a state like this. Therefore, he could do whatever he felt necessary to make sure she did the task at hand. And he'd make sure of it.