Captainswan One-Shots

This Is How It Happens

A/N: This is the second and final chapter following This Is How it Begins, enjoy! (But to be clear, this isn't the final chapter of my other works, I'm writing more after this. This is simply the final chapter of this two-shot that I wrote.)

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'How does Emmet's sound?' Emma sent the message then waited as Killian's three little dots appeared below her text. His reply popped up a moment later.

'That's that Irish pub isn't it? I see what you're doing, love, but sure. What time shall I pick you up?'

Grinning to herself, she typed a quick reply. 'You're onto me. But no need to pick me up. Just meet me there at seven.' She didn't want to get trapped into a corner with no quick escape if the date went badly. She would bring her own car (her trusty yellow Bug), and Killian would bring his own vehicle.

'Right, let's just toss those first date misconceptions right out the window then. I'll see you then, Swan.'

She let out a breath of relief when he accepted her conditions, and replied one last time. 'See you then.'

"Come on Archie, let's go for a walk." Emma said, standing up and tucking her phone in her pocket. She needed some exercise before she could do anymore tracking on Walsh or even think about figuring out what to wear tonight. She wasn't usually all that concerned about her appearance on dates, especially not ones she went on to find whatever criminal she was currently tracking down and pretending to have drinks with just to get information. This date was different (besides the fact that Killian Jones was no criminal, not that she knew of anyway), and she wanted to actually think about what she was wearing. Although, the first time he'd seen her she had been dressed in her pajamas and her hair was a mess, so anything was a step up from that.

Still wrapped up in her thoughts, she clipped the leash to Archie's collar and stepped out the door.

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Killian set his phone down after deciding with Emma where to go for drinks later that evening, smiling, then picked it back up as it began ringing. The smile fell off his face and his mood instantly dropped when he saw the caller ID. He silently cursed himself for thinking that it might possibly be Emma, calling to tell him something else, and he glared at the screen when he saw that it was Milah. Letting out a sigh, he answered it.

"Milah. Yes?" He could hear his own voice, sounding clipped and surprisingly angry.

"Killian, I'm so sorry. I truly am-"

"Don't want to hear it, you've moved on and so have I. What do you want?" He asked abruptly, looking down at his ex-wife's things piled by the door.

When she spoke again, the hurt in her voice was apparent. "Well I ah...need to come get my things and we both have divorce papers to sign..."

"Alright, when?"

"In an hour?"

"Aye. I'll be here." Then he hung up and tossed his phone onto the couch, watching angrily as it bounced from the cushions to the floor. Well his mood was ruined for the day, and seeing Milah would only make it worse. But at least he knew she was happier without him. Because as much as it hurt right now, he would be happier without her. That was why he'd accepted Emma's date offer, right? Because he'd felt a feeling that could turn into something much stronger, given time.

Flopping down onto the couch now, he picked up his phone and set it on the cushion next to him and then simply waited, knowing she would show up early. Not too early, but within forty-five minutes.