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Emma Swan finally found her fairytale (lostfairytale) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-06-13 01:12:00

Entry tags:

emma swan, jim moriarty

Who: Jim Moriarty and Emma Swan
What: Discussions on a word the Consulting Criminal and the Abandoned Princess can't seem to see
When: Sometime after this but before this.
Where: The Moriarty-Swan house. You read that right.
Warnings: God, it's these two. Don't read on an empty stomach. Or with small children around.

Emma was exhausted. But she kept going. Though she considered her ridiculous and kind of stupid, Romana did have a point. They really weren't that different, the two of them. One day, Emma would be in the same place. One day, she'd have to decide between the people of Lawrence and the man who'd offered her the world. It was a choice she wasn't looking forward to. And so she continued taking each day at a time, swearing to herself over and over that she could get him to change. Oh, he'd never be a model citizen. She might not make the best choices, but she wasn't stupid. Jim Moriarty would never be what anyone would call a 'nice guy'. But maybe, just maybe, she could prevent the muderer in him.

Just in case, though... Just in case, she threw herself into helping with the plastic issue. First to help Jo find Chuck, and then simply to help. She'd done all the research she could, she'd given Claudia as many clues and tips as her non-sci-fi-loving, non-technological self could. She could hack a computer, but that was about it.

Well. She hadn't exactly been the most law abiding citizen growing up, either.

Jim either wasn't home when she first got there or else she couldn't find him. And calling the huge place 'home' was difficult for her, still. She'd been staying with him more or less constantly since Pestilence had landed her in a pathetic pile of pain. But officially moving in? That was a big step, one she hadn't made with anyone in a very long time, unless Mary Margaret counted. And in this scenario, she didn't think she did. But Jim's staff knew her, they actually liked her, and that was just...strange. But not entirely a bad strange. They took care of her, even if they did find it weird that she still attempted to clean up after herself or cook her own breakfast.

Knowing she had some extra time, she hopped in the shower to try and rid herself of the smell of kerosene, melting plastic, and that weird lingering barbeque smell. She found she didn't feel vulnerable, though, when she entered the living room with damp hair and a tank top and jogging pants. If Jim did feel...well, that way, about her, he would no matter what she wore. Maybe it wasn't the attire of a fairytale princess, but it was Emma Swan and he'd have to live with it. She wasn't her mother. He'd learned that quickly enough. If he wanted the true fairytale, he'd found the wrong woman.

But he'd claimed to want to give her a fairytale of her own. Her own story. So maybe, just maybe, this hardly put together, smart mouthed, afraid to drop certain words in anyone's ears girl was fine with him.

She curled up on the couch with her knees tucked beneath her, ignoring the television and a book lying about in favor of silence. Silence was definitely preferred. Gave her time to think about what the hell she'd gotten herself into.

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sooochangeable
2012-06-13 05:38 pm UTC (link)

He had to admit having her here was that fine line between wonderful and absolutely terrifying, which in and of itself was a fun feeling to have. He had been out surveying the chaos the Master had caused, and if he was honest, he sort of missed the chap. Crazy as all get out but in that annoying chaotic way. And no one important had died which was a bit of a let down. He'd even sort of helped out the heroes once Watson had gone missing because no. Because Watson was a pawn in his game and Time Lord or no Time Lord, the Master should have known better. Still, he was dead now and they were all so happy about it, less happy about the stupid woman he'd taken with him into death but Jim expected Romana and all she had done was making his fairytale think about the future.

He found her in the front room, looking all content but just sitting there, not focused on anything in particular and probably lost in her own thoughts. She did that sometimes and he found it fascinating.

"Done being the hero are you?" he said, slipping his arms around her at her shoulders and placing a kiss on her head. "It was a good look on you. I was watching of course. Had people out there keeping an eye." And he knew how that must have looked, people out watching his fairytale, people he was paying. It looked weak. But of course he'd skinned the one or two people that had called him out on it and then they'd shut up. Weakness was in the eye of the beholder.

"But it's done. The bad man is dead and all the city rejoices. You know they'd feel that way if it was me, don't you?" he asked her, moving around to the couch to sit beside her. "Have you been thinking about that when you were out there with them? When you were fighting, when you were watching that woman of his. Do you think there's much of a difference between you and her?"

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lostfairytale
2012-06-14 03:58 am UTC (link)

He took her by surprise, which was rare for Emma. Few snuck up on her. But despite herself, she did feel safe with him and in the house. Which had been his point all along, obviously, move in with him and guarantee her safety. But she smiled a little shyly at his touch, an odd expression for Emma that still looked somehow natural. Her hand drifted up to touch his face lightly, and then he spoke and... God, she didn't know.

She'd never set out to play the hero. She was just really, really tired of the madness running the city streets. "Of course it was a good look on me," she challenged, trying to sound flippant rather than worried. "Most things are. But badass? High up there."

Then Jim joined her on the couch and he was bringing up that day, that horrible day that could come. She knew it as well as anyone. The city could be celebrating his end, his death. And what side would she be on? Would she be mourning? Celebrating with them? Or, just maybe, would she be going the same way as Romana had? Caught in the middle of something she couldn't get out of until it was too late.

Romana had said Emma would make the choice if she really loved Jim. Would she? Because she did. No one would have stuck it out with him, with his smooth words and his mood swings and, of course, the crime, if they didn't love him. But how much? Enough to stand by and watch him destroy the people she was growing to care for?

"We don't have to worry about that," she finally decided firmly. "It's not going to come to that, them rejoicing. You won't be like him." He just wasn't going to die. That answered that part of the question, at least. "And I'm not her. I'm not a simpering idiot. I can stand by you and still have a spine of my own."