Captain Swan One Shots

Faith, Trust, & Pixie Dust

Summary: Single parents Emma and Killian's children are in the same class. When they meet for the first time in the drop-off line, they immediately clash. What will happen when they are forced to co-direct the school's production of Peter Pan together?

Rated: T

Note: This was written for CS AU Week - Day 7 - Free for all. Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph

...Faith, Trust, & Pixie Dust: Part 1/1...

Emma Swan moved along in the drop off lane in front of Storybrooke Elementary School. Suddenly, a black Ford Fusion cut the line and pulled in front of her. She slammed on the brakes so as not to hit it.

"What the hell?!" she screamed, pounding her fist on the horn.

She watched as the passenger door opened and a little girl about eight with brown hair jumped out.

Henry poked his head between the two seats and pointed. "Oh yeah, that's Liana Jones. She's in my class. She's new to the school. She and her dad just moved here from New York."

He then hopped out of the car. Emma put the car in park and got out. She walked up to the car in front of her and tapped on the glass.

The man driving the car turned to look at her, but Emma wasn't prepared for how gorgeous he was. He had eyes the color of the ocean and hair that looked like it was made to run your fingers through.

He rolled down the window and offered her a grin. "Hello, love. Killian Jones. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

And as if he wasn't already dripping sexiness, he had to have a damn British accent. Emma could feel the anger that had boiled up inside of her slowly waning.

His gaze roamed down her body appreciatively. Killian didn't know who this beautiful woman was at his window, but he wanted to find out.

Emma bit at her lip and averted her gaze. "I'm Emma Swan and I'm not your love. You cut the entire drop off line and almost caused me to hit you. Now I realize you're new here and may still be learning the procedures, but-..."

Killian hooked his thumb at the line of cars behind him. "Ah, that line. Aye, I'm running a bit late so I was in a hurry."

Emma nodded, her anger quickly returning. "Oh, so you did it on purpose."

He cocked his head to the side. "I suppose that would be accurate."

Her eyes flared at him. "How completely inconsiderate! Don't you think other people in this line are in a hurry?" she said, leaning down toward him and placing her hands on the windowsill.

The cars behind them began to blare their horns at Killian, who was now holding up the line. The principal, Regina Mills, came marching toward Killian's car and knocked on his other window.

"Appears you've gotten me in a bit of trouble," he said, as he rolled down the other window.

Regina leaned in. "Mr. Jones, I believe you were given detailed instructions on how to proceed in the drop off line."

Killian cocked an eyebrow and offered her his most charming smile. "Ah, Ms. Mills, a pleasure to see you again. I adore that scarf on you. The color really brings out your lovely eyes."

Emma rolled her eyes and muttered, "Seriously?"

Unfortunately for Killian, Regina was not easily charmed.

"Move on now or I will be forced to ban you from the drop off line," she said and then turned on her heel, not waiting for a reply.

He turned back to Emma. "She seems like a ray of sunshine," he said. "Well, love, I do believe the dressing down I just received is you're doing, so if you don't mind."