Mr.Jones | A Captain Swan AU

2. The Wrong Place At The Wrong Time

She first called Mrs.Nolan because she didn't want to speak to Mr.Jones. She was slightly ashamed for thinking of him as she did earlier that day, but of course Mrs.Nolan didn't answer. So the last thing she could do was call Mr.Jones. He had given Emma his phone number earlier in case she ever needed help.

She had run several blocks away from her house by now, so she was now walking on a sidewalk she wasn't familiar with. She was still breathing really heavy from running though. She found a bench at a bus stop up ahead and sat down. She clicked on Mr.Jones's name in her phone contacts and pushed the call button. It rang about three times before he finally picked up.

"Emma?" He asked. She didn't reply, she had no idea what to say. "Emma! Are you okay?" He spoke again. A tear slowly fell out of the corner of her left eye, and then she started sobbing.

"Did he hurt you again?" Mr.Jomes asked. She nodded her head, but then remembered that he couldn't see her. Instead she just very quietly​ said, "mhm."

"I'm coming to get you," he stated, "where are you at?"

She looked around at the different street signs. She was on Spencer Street. She had never heard of that before. 'I must of gone a lot farther than I thought I did' she thought to herself.

"Spencer Street," she spoke quietly.

"I'm on my way," he replied and hung up the phone straight after. She was sitting all alone on a bench, on a street she has never heard of.

A car slowly pulled up in front of Emma. The window rolled down and Mr.Jones was sitting there. He got out of the car and sat next to Emma on the bench.

"Emma. Your nose is bleeding," he said.

"Yeah, he punched me," she replied. She had stopped crying by now. She felt like she had no more tears left to cry.

"Your eyes are dilated too. That means you have a concussion. Come one, I'll take you to my place. It's right down the road," he said.

"Okay," she whispered. He lightly grabbed her arm to help her up. He held onto her the whole way walking to the car, because he could tell how frail she was in that moment. She sat down in the passenger seat and he closed the door for her. Then he walked back around to the driver's seat and drove back home.

Emma now understood why it didn't take him long at all to get to her. He lived on Albany Road, which intersected with Spencer Street.

He lived in a little one bedroom apartment all by himself. He had no pictures of his family except for another guy that looked a little older than him. Then she remembered Mr.Jones talking about his older brother Liam who joined the military, that must be who it is.

"So," Mr.Jones said, "you can't go to sleep yet since you have a concussion. So what do you want to do?"

Emma thought about it for a bit. "Can we go get some ice cream?" She asked. It was a long shot, but it sounded really good at the time.

"Of course. Anything for you," he said and poked her nose. She squirmed a little bit. It made her very uncomfortable.

Mr.Jones grabbed his black leather jacket and he walked back outside of his apartment with Emma following him. "So do you want to go to Steak and Shake or Dairy Queen?" He asked.

"Dairy Queen!" Emma replied, very enthusiastically. Mr.Jones chuckled and she got back into the passenger side of his car.

He started up the car and pulled out into the street. The nearest Dairy Queen was right down the road.

"Why don't you drive?" He randomly asked.

"What?" She questioned, getting caught off guard.

"I noticed that you take the bus to and from school every day. So why don't you drive? You are 17 after all," he replied.