To Every Thing a Season (3/16)
Summary: After witnessing the tragic murder of his brother Liam, Killian Jones is more determined than ever to discover the secrets of time travel. Fast-tracking his education at Storybrooke University, Killian is assigned a lab assistant, one Emma Swan. Together, they find a way to break through the veil of time so Killian can set things right. But what will be the price for changing the past, and is it one they’re willing to pay?
Rated: T, for violence, some dark themes, angst, and whump
Art credit/link: The totally awesome @optomisticgirl made imagesets for all the chapters and @ab-normality made a video and a gifset for this fic. You can find the imageset for this chapter above and here on her blog. The video is linked here and on her blog here and the gifset will be posted later in the story!
Beta readers: The as-always wonderful @nothingimpossibleonlyimprobable, thanks so much for all of your help and cajoling and reassuring! And a huge thank you to the spectacular @spartanguard who stepped in to help beta read as well!
Word count: ~ 5,100 (80K+ Total in 16 chapters)
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Chapter 3: To Kill and to Heal
“Swan, come here for a moment.”
Emma rolled her eyes, but checked that the simulation was still running before she headed over to where Killian was… what was he doing? He had both hands wrapped around the model he was tinkering with, some sort of contraption she knew had to do with his thesis project, and now his nose was squashed against the side. As she approached, Emma could see that he was alternating between going cross-eyed and then squeezing one eye then the other shut as he focused over the top of his glasses.
“What,” Emma barked a short laugh before beginning again. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” he grumbled around the miniscule screwdriver that was sticking out of his mouth.
“It looks like you’re about to make out with your model.”
Killian’s head shot up so fast - the look on his face one of startled embarrassment - that the pieces of the model fell apart like a deck of cards crumbling. The tips of his ears turned red as his lips pitched downward in a frown. He looked like a child who hadn’t found a puppy under the tree on Christmas morning.
“I was trying to line up the two domes of the module without losing the interface that would connect with the base computers. For some reason, it just won’t work.”
“…Right,” she mumbled, not having the first idea as to what he was talking about. “Well, whatever it is you’re building, did you need me for something?”
Killian looked up at her, perplexed. “Whatever it is I’m… Swan, do you not know what it is we’re working on?”