Captain Swan One Shots

While You Were Sleeping

Summary: Officer Rogers doesn't know who the blonde woman is that he found lying unconscious in front of his apartment building.  And he certainly can't explain the immediate connection he feels towards her or why he feels the need to visit her in the hospital everyday.

Rating: G

Note: This was written for the prompt The Girl With No Name from the CS Hiatus Challenge on Tumblr. It contains a few general spoilers for season 7. I have a feeling that Killian's new identity won't have the same accent (boo!), but for this fic he does. I hope you enjoy it! ~Steph

...While You Were Sleeping: Part 1/1...

Officer Rogers walked down the sidewalk toward his apartment, a yawn overtaking him. His shift had ended several hours earlier and he was exhausted, but he found himself heading to his favorite bar for a few drinks anyway. The truth was, he hated coming home to his empty apartment and often used any excuse to avoid it.

He stopped as he made it to the stairs leading up to his building. His brow furrowed at the sight before him. On the landing, lay a woman. His eyes widened, as he ran up the stairs and dropped down by her side. Her blonde hair was sprawled out on the concrete. Her red leather jacket, gray t-shirt, and black jeans didn't show any signs of a struggle. She didn't exhibit any obvious signs of injury, but her eyes were closed. Officer Rogers pressed two fingers to her neck to check for a pulse. She had one, although it was a bit weak.

"What happened to you?" he whispered. He brought his hand to her cheek and stroked it gently. "Don't worry, love. I'm going to get you help."

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911. "This is Officer Jason Rogers. I need an ambulance to my building. 1129 Delancey Street. There's an unconscious woman on my steps. Thank you."

Officer Rogers hung up and looked down at the woman. "Help is on the way."

His eyes scanned her beautiful face and he felt his heart jump in his chest. She seemed so familiar. There was something about her.

He searched the pockets of her jacket and pants for any identification, but found none. He wondered what she was doing on the stairs to his building. Had she had too much to drink and passed out? Was it possible she lived there too? He had never seen her before, but it was a big building and he mostly kept to himself. He was certain that if he had ever crossed paths with her then he would have remembered her.

He took her hand in his and gently squeezed it. As he did, he had the strangest feeling that he'd held her hand a thousand times before.

"Everything is going to be fine," he whispered, as he quickly brushed the feeling aside.

The ambulance arrived a few minutes later and began to treat her. The EMTs loaded her into the ambulance and didn't argue with him when he insisted on riding with her to the hospital.

...

Officer Rogers entered the mystery woman's hospital room. They were running tests, but could find no outwardly signs of what had caused her to lose consciousness. The doctors were thinking it was possible that she was battling some infection, but they wouldn't know more until the test results came back.

Officer Rogers sat down beside her, his eyes drifting up to her face. She was breathing on her own, which was a good sign.

"Who are you, love?" he asked softly.

He'd already called into the station to pull up any recent reports on missing females, but they had come up empty. Maybe she wasn't from around here or hadn't been reported missing yet.

In a city as big as Seattle, many women went missing. Most were runaways or prostitutes, their high risk lifestyle making it difficult to work their cases. And then there were the women who just wanted to disappear. They had an abusive spouse or just needed a change. It wasn't a crime for an adult to leave of their own accord.