The Santa Sub: A Captain Swan Story

The Santa Sub: Part 1/6

Note: This is the last story I have to post on here and then I'll be all caught up. This was written last Christmas. So here's some Christmas in September to help get you in the spirit early!

Summary: Emma Swan is the new event coordinator for Macy's and it's her first year organizing the Thanksgiving Day Parade. When the man who usually plays Santa in the parade has a heart attack one week before the event, Emma is forced to replace him with the CEO's son, Killian Jones.

Rating: G

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Emma Swan got out of the taxi, her cell phone glued to her ear.

"I don't care what you have to do. The parade is a week away. If Kermit has a hole, then figure out how to repair it. That's your job."

Emma worked for Macy's and had recently been promoted to event coordinator. It was a promotion she had worked long and hard for. This would be her first year organizing the Thanksgiving Day Parade and she was more than a little anxious about it. She had gone from a calm, cool, and collected person to someone who snapped at everyone in sight. She would be glad when the whole thing was over. Emma only hoped she could pull it off without any further problems.

She hung up the phone as she walked toward her building. Emma's head was bent as she approached the revolving doors, her attention focused on heremail. Her distraction caused her not to notice the handsome man who was also trying to get into the revolving doors at the same time.

They collided. Emma's phone went flying from her hands and landed on the ground. The sound it made when it hit the sidewalk told her it was a lost cause. The man was holding a large coffee cup and its lid flew off during the collision. The contents of the cup landed on them both.

Emma stared at him with her mouth wide open. "Look what you did! You ruined my outfit and destroyed my phone! Why don't you watch where you're going?!"

The man's blue eyes sparkled at her. "I wasn't the one driven to distraction by that insidious device lying on the ground."

"It's called a cell phone," she snapped, as she bent down to pick it up and winced at the cracked screen. "And my whole life happened to be on it."

He took a moment to admire her beauty. Her blonde hair fell softly around her shoulders and he knew if she ever smiled that it would surely be brilliant.

"How sad, a life controlled by an electronic device. I wouldn't know what that's like. I don't have a cell phone."

Emma nearly burst out laughing. She looked at the man carefully for the first time. To say he was gorgeous would not do him justice. He had the bluest eyes she had ever seen and a smile that lit up his handsome features.

Her eyes scanned his body. He wore dark jeans, a black leather jacket, with a vest and button down shirt.

"So what? You can't afford a cell phone or something?"

He laughed lightly. "Oh, I can afford one. I just choose not to have my life dictated by an electronic device."

Emma rolled her eyes. "How nice for you. Some of us don't have that luxury. Some of us have jobs that require us to stay connected. And now I am completely disconnected and late for work thanks to you."

With one more disdainful look, she brushed past him and went into the building.

He smiled at her retreating figure.

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Belle French, Emma's assistant and best friend, nearly attacked her when she walked off the elevator.