Love & Lies: A Captain Swan Fanfic

Part 5/11

Emma took a deep breath as she knocked on August's dressing room door. When he opened it, she walked right past him.

"About earlier," she began.

"I was actually just coming to see you. I wanted to apologize."

"You wanted to apologize?" she asked, her brow wrinkling in confusion.

"Yes, I was wrong to accuse you of not caring about our relationship. I don't want to fight with you, Emma. I don't think that makes for a healthy relationship and I'm sorry for suggesting that it does. My parents fought all of the time when I was a kid. But instead of getting a divorce, they just stopped talking altogether. They are never in the same room. And if they do end up in the same room for more than 30 seconds then it always ends up in a fight. I don't want that for us."

"Neither do I."

"I like what we have, Emma. I don't want to lose you."

He pulled her into his arms. Emma opened her mouth to return the sentiment, but couldn't form the words.

...

The Daytime Emmy's were two weeks later and Emma was in her limo on her way there. She sat lost in thought the entire way, never even speaking to August who sat beside her.

There were a number of reasons Emma didn't want to go to the awards show. The primary reason was that she had lost 10 times. People were beginning to make Susan Lucci jokes about her.

She also didn't have any desire to see Killian. She had done a great job of avoiding him off set for two weeks now and things were very tense between them on set. She figured he was probably a shoe-in for his fourth Emmy for his role on his former soap. She wasn't sure she could stand watching him kiss that prepubescent nit wit model, Fiona, once his name was announced.

Emma sighed heavily as she realized that her limo had just pulled up to the red carpet. She plastered on a smile and slipped her hand into August's as she exited the limo and was greeted by a barrage of camera flashes.

After an excruciating red carpet, during which she constantly had to answer questions about the incredible chemistry she had with Killian, she finally made her way inside to her seat.

Emma groaned when she realized she had been seated right next to Killian. He looked up as she entered the row, his eyes washing over her beautiful figure. Her blonde hair flowed around her shoulders in waves and she wore a red dress that hugged every curve. She took his breath away.

"Do you mind?" she said to him.

"What?" he asked.

"My seat is next to you. I can't get by."

"Oh, sorry," he replied, standing so she could pass.

Emma sat down and then glanced over at the empty seat on his other
side.

"Where's Fiona? Past her bedtime?"

Killian felt his jaw clench. Fiona was a perfectly nice girl, but she was simply a pretty distraction. She only served one purpose: to help him forget about Emma. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't working. He couldn't get Emma off his mind.

"Ladies' room. Where's August?" he responded.

"Men's room."

They fell into an awkward silence then until he finally broke it.

"Good luck tonight," he said sincerely.

Emma was a little surprised that he had spoken to her with such warmth and sincerity given their current relationship. She wondered if maybe in time they could figure out a way to be friends.