Captain Swan One Shots

The Boy Next Door

Note: This AU was written for the prompt Babysitting for the CS Hiatus Challenge on Tumblr.  For the purposes of this fic, Liam is younger than Killian.  Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph

Title: The Boy Next Door

Summary: 17 year old Emma is the best babysitter in Storybrooke.  But when she's tasked with watching the hot new bad boy next door and his younger brother, she soon realizes she's never met a challenge like Killian Jones.

Rating: PG

Pairing: Killian/Emma

Characters: Killian, Emma

Category: Romance/Humor

...The Boy Next Door: Part 1/1...

Emma didn't like to brag. It wasn't who she was.  But when people referred to her as the best babysitter in Storybrooke, she couldn't disagree. Emma was 17 now and had been babysitting since she was 12. She took childcare classes and CPR training to be as well prepared as possible. Emma had never met a challenge she couldn't handle.

But, then again, she had never met Killian Jones before.

Killian's family had just moved to Storybrooke the month before. In the fall, he would enter his Senior year in high school, just like Emma. His house happened to be right next door to Emma's. She had certainly noticed when the handsome boy helped unload the moving van. But she had rarely seen him since. She would catch a glimpse of him in the backyard or driveway every once in awhile, but that was the extent of it. She wanted to introduce herself, but she feared she would dissolve into a mumbling mess.

Almost immediately, Emma had heard rumblings around town about the Jones boy. How he had been kicked out of his last two schools and how his widowed father had moved here from New York so he could attend a new high school. He was a bad boy for sure. As far as Emma could tell, he hadn't done anything violent. He just seemed to care little for rules or authority and simply acted as if they didn't exist.

It was a sunny day at the end of July, when Emma heard the doorbell ring. She went to answer it and found Mr. Jones standing at the door. Mrs. Jones had died 5 years earlier. They had moved to the U.S. from London shortly thereafter.

"Emma?" he asked.

Emma nodded. "I'm Emma."

He extended his hand. "I'm Mr. Jones. My boys and I moved in next door about a month ago."

Emma smiled at him. "Yes, I know. I'm sorry, I've been meaning to stop by and introduce myself."

He waved a hand in dismissal. "Oh, no worries." He paused and then began hesitantly. "I am sorry to just spring this on you, but I've heard you're the best babysitter in town. I have a gala to attend tonight and I need someone to watch my boys.  I'll pay you double your normal rate."

Emma's brow furrowed at the use of the plural boys. Killian was the same age as Emma. He shouldn't require a babysitter. His brother Liam was 9.

"I'm sorry. Did you say boys? Isn't your older son about my age?"

He nodded. "Yes, that's right, but Killian is...let's say spirited. I dare not leave him alone with Liam and it's best if he's not left unsupervised either. He tends to find trouble easily."

"Okay," Emma replied slowly.

His eyes lit up. "So you'll do it then?"

Emma bobbed her head. "Of course."

"I can't thank you enough. Please come by at 6."

"See you then," she said, as he bid her goodbye.