Captain Swan One Shots

Missed Connections

Summary: Emma doesn't think she'll see the handsome man she spilled coffee on again. Killian doesn't believe he'll see the beautiful blonde who ruined his shirt. So they're surprised when their paths keep crossing, yet something keeps standing in the way of them making a lasting connection. But when you keep meeting the same person in a city of 8 million people, is it coincidence or fate?

Rating: G

Note: Just a fun AU I wanted to write. Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph

...Missed Connections: Part 1/1...

Emma Swan sipped her coffee and rolled her eyes at her best friend and roommate. "For the last time, I am not signing up for online dating," she said.

"Why not?" Mary Margaret asked. "I can't even tell you how many people I know who have found their significant other online, myself included. David is amazing."

"I'll admit you got lucky, but I've told you why not a thousand times. With my luck, I'll end up matched with an ax murderer."

"And who's to say you won't meet an ax murderer randomly? This is New York City, after all. You never know who you'll bump into. At least these dating sites do background checks on their guys."

"And if I randomly meet a guy, I can run a background check too. I'm a bounty hunter. I have my ways."

"Suit yourself. Take your chances out in the world then," Mary Margaret said, shrugging her shoulders and taking a sip of her coffee.

"I will," Emma said, standing up. "I've gotta run. I have a lead on a jumper. See you later."

Emma picked up her coffee and rushed towards the door. In her hurry, she didn't see the man walking in at the same time. They collided and the top of her coffee came flying off. The contents spilled all over his blue button down shirt.

Emma's eyes widened in horror. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she said, looking up at the man.

Her gaze met the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen on the most handsome face she had ever encountered. A grin spread across Killian Jones' face as he looked at the gorgeous woman before him.

"It's okay, love. No harm done."

Emma shook her head and awkwardly tried to swipe at his shirt with the napkin she held in her other hand. She tried to ignore the feel of the hard muscles of his chest under her fingertips.

"Definite harm done. Your shirt is ruined and this coffee is really hot. You might have suffered burns."

Killian smiled at her and touched her hand, stopping her movements. Emma felt goosebumps appear on her skin at his touch. Killian felt like a wave of electricity swept through him at the same moment.

"I assure you I'm fine, love."

Emma dug into her purse. "At least let me pay for your dry cleaning."

"That's really not necessary. I have at minimum five other blue shirts exactly like this at home. I can simply discard this one and I'll never even notice."

"Let me pay for a new shirt then. Maybe one in a different color," she offered, chuckling nervously.

Killian looked down at her coffee cup where the barista had scribbled her name.

"Emma, is it?" She nodded. "Please don't give it a second thought. I'm fairly certain bumping into you is going to be the best part of my day."

Emma's mouth hung open for a long moment, as she got lost in the ocean that was his eyes. She finally dropped her gaze to the ground.