A/N: The one-shot collection no one asked for and that I probably shouldn't be making whilst juggling three other fics...but I have prompts and I need to write them.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Going for Gold: The Olym-fic

The atmosphere was electric.

The crowd throughout the arena went between pin-drop silence and deafening applause.
For them it would have been difficult to track the various athletes over each of the six pieces of equipment; but for Emma Swan, there was only one person amongst the thousands present who mattered.

~E&K~

3 Years Ago

She was striding through her favourite gym in L.A, beloved by most people of her status for the managers lack of tolerance towards persistent paparazzi.

She may have only been twenty, but Emma was making some serious waves in the Hollywood circuit, as the next big, up-and-coming actress after landing herself a leading role in the latest box-office hit.
Having taken to the silver-screen when she was only seventeen, a small speaking part in a fairly successful rom-com, Emma had been determined to see her dream come true; pushing her manager, Regina Mills (someone who was born to negotiate million dollar contracts in tinsel town) into getting her auditions for more prominent Directors. Things for her took off when she was nineteen and won a People's Choice Award as the best break-through actress, thanks to her work in infamous director, Merlin Elm's film, The Saviour.

She'd just been recast by Elm in his latest fantasy, action-adventure, about a woman who discovers a fairy-tale world within our own, which would lead to lots of villainous chases, hand to hand combat and eventually sword fights.
Hence the reason, she was currently wiping the sweat from her brow, with the towel round her neck, after a particularly gruelling work-out.

Making her way towards the exit, Emma was distracted by the sound of whooping and yelling coming from behind a door to her right that had been slightly propped, presumably to allow the hint of a breeze to enter the gym and break the sweltering heat.

Listening to the thumps and cheers, curiosity got the better of her, and Emma slipped through the gap into the room.

What she saw made her jaw drop.

A group of men were surrounding a large square of sprung floor, shouting loud encouragement at the person who was tumbling there.
Her eyes grew wide, as the dark haired gymnast broke into a flat out sprint before launching into the air, twisting twice, landing, and then immediately springing off again.

She let out an involuntary gasp as he soared forward, seemingly about to land on his face, before tucking into a smooth forward-roll and leading into the corner.

She must have been louder than she thought, because at her squeak of shock, two of the observers turned around and caught her staring.
"Sorry," Emma said shyly, "This is obviously a closed practice and I've totally just interrupted and I should-"
"Hey, hey, hey; don't worry about it," said the tall blonde man, approaching slowly after throwing a glance back at the mat, to make sure they hadn't put the gymnast off.
"Yeah, the kid probably needs to get used to strangers watching him," added the blonde man's dark haired companion, "Jefferson Hatter," he said sticking out his hand, "And this is David Nolan."

Emma was in the middle of shaking hands with David, when she realised why their names and faces seemed so familiar.
"Holy shit," she hissed, "Please tell me I didn't just interrupt the U.S Olympic team training session."
"Well I could," Jefferson smirked, "But it would be a lie."
"Oh god," Emma groaned, "I'm so, so sorry, I should definitely be going now, if we lose the Olympics it's going to be all my-"
Her sentence was interrupted as a third individual joined their little group, and her breath caught.

"Dave, Jeff seriously," the new arrival said, "I finish the bloody routine thinking you'll be there to tell me what you think, and instead you're off flirting with-oh."

The gymnast who had previously been dazzling Emma with his floor work, cut himself off as he finally met her eyes and seemed to freeze.
"Sorry about that Kil," said David, smirking as he looked between his team-mate and the woman he was now staring at, "We were just chatting with-"
"Emma Swan," the man said quickly, finding his voice again, and blushing as Emma looked up in surprise.
"Yes, how did you-?"
"I watched you in The Saviour...Not that I just watched you, I watched everyone obviously, what I meant was that...I saw you in The Saviour."

Emma couldn't help but smile at his frankly adorable rambling and the way that the tips of his ears had turned pink, as he scratched the back of his neck.
"I'm Killian Jones," he said, looking at her from beneath his eyelashes, whilst offering his hand.
"Nice to meet you Killian," Emma whispered, smiling, and not even caring about the chalk that now covered her palm.

~E&K~

Present Day

After that first meeting, Emma had often found herself coming back to the gymnasts private sector to watch their training, whenever she had free time.
She found that she got along really well with David, Jefferson; and, after meeting her, she struck up a fast friendship with David's wife Mary-Margaret, a Celebrity Chef who owned the Michelin Star restaurant Poisoned Apples and Sleeping Curses, in the heart of L.A.

The coaches seemed to get used to her presence, how she would set up in the corner with her script or join them by the equipment to shout encouragement.
She assumed it was probably due to the fact that she and Killian had become practically glued at the hip.

He was a few months older than her, twenty-one rather than twenty, but seemed to enjoy having someone his own age around to prevent the mockery of being the baby of the men's team.
The two, went for lunch, for coffee, for dinner, to the movies, to the park, to the gym. Essentially if either of them had a free moment they liked to spend it together.
The media had a field day, speculating about their relationship; whether or not Hollywood's new sweetheart was dating the future hope of the Olympic team. It was all very 'will they, won't they', but for Emma and Killian they were just the closest of friends.

He'd moved to America from Ireland when he was eight with his mother and brother; the dual citizenship allowing to pick the country that he would compete for. His brother Liam, who was three years older, competed for the Irish team in diving, whilst Killian chose U.S.A for gymnastics. Their mother supported both her boys in equal measure and was more than happy to adopt Emma into their little family.
Serena Jones had invited her to come along to the World Championships, but, Emma's schedule hadn't allowed it. She'd made sure to watch from home and screamed aloud in her living room when Killian shocked the world and took the silver medal, coming in after David who won gold.

When they'd arrived back at the airport, Emma had flung herself into Killian's arms, adding fuel to the media fire; but she didn't care. Her best friend was a world silver medallist and damn straight she was going to hug the life out of him.
It was seeing those pictures that had made her realise what she had been blind to for far too long.

Staring at herself in the centre pages of sports illustrated, being lifted off of the ground by Killian, with the caption 'gymnastics team celebrate double victory with loved ones,' Emma Swan had had to come to terms with the fact that in the past years, without her knowledge, she'd fallen in love with her best friend.
It was a realisation met with much wine and ice-cream as well as a long hard chat with Mary-Margaret whose only response had been "Fucking finally."

And now she was here.
Rio 2016.
The final of the men's individual gymnastics.
Six rounds, six pieces of equipment, six routines between Killian and victory or defeat.

She was sat in the friends and family section with Liam, Serena, Mary-Margaret and Jefferson's daughter Grace beside her.
Little Grace, was still cheering loudly for her father despite the fact that he'd a slip up on the rings that meant he was out of the running for a medal, but could still place highly. Killian and David were still in contention, but the Japanese and Ukrainian competitors were still hot competition.

Her nails had been bitten down into stubs (something Regina could scold her for later) but right now Emma didn't care. The gymnast from Ukraine had made a mistake, allowing his legs to part a couple of times on the pommel horse, pushing him out of the medal group. Either way, Killian would go home with a piece of metal around his neck, but the colour all came to rest on this final routine.

Emma shuffled to the edge of her seat, gripping Serena's hand as he stepped onto the floor.

She'd watched him do this a dozen times, watched him tumble, seen him fall, supported him through his perfect attempts and picked him up after disastrous turns. The skill level was high, higher than anything he'd done yet, and, if it went right, Killian could be going home an Olympic Champion.

Silence descended as he began.
He nailed the first tumbles, slipping easily into the ground work. Emma had always marvelled at his strength, recalling the time they'd been slightly tipsy and he'd decided to bench press her.
He was back up and nearing the most complex section. Killian twisted and flipped, backwards and forwards, across the floor before reaching the corner once again.
Emma leaned impossibly further forward as Killian took off. He sprinted hard, springing off his hands into the final triple twist combination.
The crowd seemed to inhale as one as he landed, but he landed flat and finished, immediately pumping his fists into the air, thanking the judges and heading back to his team, throwing himself into David and Jefferson who pounded him hard on the back.

David was in second position at the moment, the Japanese competitor leading; but Killian's score could change it all.
His face was displayed on every screen, waiting anxiously in the arms of his team-mates for the results to come up. His whoop of sheer joy was all the confirmation Emma needed to leap from her seat and scream in celebration.
15.8.
It set him just over one point ahead of the now silver medallist gymnast.

The U.S fans were yelling, flags waving, as Killian was tracked across the room, accepting hugs and handshakes of congratulations from his fellow competitors.
Emma was still jumping on the spot, holding on tightly to Mary-Margaret who had tears in her eyes, happy for Killian and still proud of David's bronze medal. It was probably the scene that they were making that allowed Killian to find them.

His eyes traced the stands until he caught her eye, immediately smiling and running over.
Serena and Liam leaned down over the barrier to hug him as best they could tears both flowing freely down their cheeks until they released him onto Emma.
"Hey superstar," she yelled over the din of the crowd, laughing as he brushed the tears she hadn't known were there, from her cheeks.
Killian was grinning up at her, looking at her as if shed hung the moon and stars.
It was all the encouragement she needed.

Something must have changed in her expression, because as Emma leaned down, Killian gripped the barrier and pushed up.
Their lips met for the first time, with the entire world watching as Emma threaded her fingers into his hair, while Killian dangled two feet off the ground, his hands occupied with holding him up.
"I knew gymnastics would come in handy for something," he breathed out after they separated, foreheads resting against each other.
Emma chuckled, acknowledging the officials behind them, "Go get your gold Olympic Champion," she said, laughing harder as Killian kissed her once more, hard and fast and sweet before being taken off by the somewhat disgruntled staff.

She was certain she shouted herself horse as David received his bronze and then even further as the gold was hung around her Killian's neck. The national anthem was just a mess of blubbering and whoops but no one cared as David all but tackled his team-mate in a hug and the final pictures were taken with the American flag waving proudly behind Killian Jones' head

~E&K~

Emma, Mary-Margaret, Grace and the Joneses waited for around an hour outside of the stadium, where even more of the press were waiting to interview the victorious team.
However, the team didn't seem interested in talking to them.
Jefferson, who came sixth in the end, snatched up Grace, Mary-Margaret leaped onto David who caught her and spun her around, Killian kissed and hugged his mother, slapped Liam on the back and then strode with more purpose than she'd ever seen to where she was standing.

"Just to confirm Swan," he breathed, "You kissing me on TV before the whole world means we're together now, yes?"
"Yes," Emma replied, stroking a hand through his hair to push it back like she'd dreamed of doing for what felt like forever.
"Good, because I have been desperately and irrevocably in love with you for three years now Emma Swan."
"Well that's okay then," said Emma, nudging his nose with hers, "Because I love you too Killian Jones."

~E&K~

This time Emma wasn't shocked by the copy of Sports Illustrated she found in the stores at home.
Instead she peeled off the cover and framed it, placing the immortalised image of Killian Jones kissing her in a dip with the silhouette of the Olympic Rings behind them.

A/N: This has been stuck in my head all day, and it's not very British of me but I'm sure my country will forgive me. I hope you enjoyed and please feel free to send me prompts you would like to see written.