Secret Affairs

Hello, everyone.

I have never written anything Swan Queen – related but I am a huge fan since 7 years.

Some time ago I've come across a video on youtube by the genius of reginamlls ( check it out watch?v=7wq1x-v23hs&t=4s) and I felt the need to bring this story to life.

I hope you'll forgive any language mistake. English is not my mother tongue. Plus, if someone would be interested in proof reading it, it would definitely be my pleasure.

Enjoy

L

Secret Affairs: Chapter One

It's a cold day in Boston, one of those days in which the sun shines high in the shy but might as well not because the temperature is not at all influenced by its presence. Emma hates those morning. She's starting to hate Boston. The cold. The humidity. The useless sun.

She misses summer. But she misses like a real summer. Because also in summer, Boston is cold as heck and she does not like it. At all. She walks slowly to the office, a huge detective station in the middle of the city, an old building made out of red bricks. Like every other building in Boston. She walks slowly, a reason why she loves late shifts being that she can take her time in the morning, wake up almost at lunchtime and then take a small walk before work. She hates morning shifts. A night owl, that's how her colleagues named her. No one wants to work late in the evening; obviously, they all have families and loves ones to go back to at the end of the day.

Emma doesn't. She doesn't have anyone to go back to and neither wants someone to keep her so busy and constricted. She loves her freedom. Freedom of getting home late at nights, sit on the couch and eat random delivery food, in the peaceful silence of her house. She loves her life. Of course it gets lonely, she thinks as she walks past a family with small giggling kids in the street. But the feeling disappears quickly as she notices the dark circles under the parents' eyes, obvious clue that it's not all rainbows and sunshine. The man smiles at her, earning a shove from the wife. Emma rolls her eyes. She cannot help it if everyone seems to be interested in her. Well, the interest is not reciprocal, though. She has not been interested in anyone, since... well, since Neal. But that's another story. Definitely not something to think about before getting into work. She approaches the station and opens the door. The smell of coffee from the cafeteria reaches her nostrils, and hell she'll be late but she needs another coffee.

"Swan."

Her boss's voice is loud and angry in the hall. Emma stops in the middle of the corridor. She had hoped she could sneak in without anyone noticing the time, but apparently, she was wrong. Well, she's often wrong lately. She slowly turns, sending her boss a huge smile.

"Morning. I'm sorry, I'm a bit late."

"It's okay." The man greets her. "I'll see you in my office in ten minutes." He adds, and then disappears behind a wooden door.

Emma shrugs, confused. She's used to people complaining about her behaviour. She's just lucky everyone loves her on the job and cares about her deeply.

A few minutes later she walks into her boss's office, coffee in one hand, a turkey and ham sandwich in the other.

"Thank you." August smiles at her as she throws him the package.

"So what's up?" She asks him, sitting next to him and looking outside of the window directly to Boston's busy streets. Sun warms their faces up and August offers her a bite of his lunch.

"I have something to tell you." He begins, his voice soft and gentle.

"Spit it." She encourages, savouring the sandwich.

"I have a big job for you. I need you to find me this guy." He tells her handing her a file.

"Mr. Gold?" She inquires, reading the first page.

"Yes." He pauses. "That's not all Swan. For this job, I need you to leave town for a while. He's moving around a lot and I need you to follow him. You're the only one I can ask this to."

Emma turns her head and looks at her friend.

"Sure, where do you need me to go?"

August looks at her face. There was a time in which he thought she was the most incredible human being that ever appeared in front of him. She made it very clear very soon, they would just be friends and from that moment, he had always suspected she did not have anyone else close to her life except for him. Secretly, he was glad she trusted him that much. She was like a sister to him.

"You need to go to Storybrooke, Maine. Not too far from here, you'll like it Swan." He concluded with a smile.

"Storybrooke." Emma read the town sign aloud and smiled softly. She had always loved to travel and since August hired her she had been jumping from town to town in the US. Every new adventure sent shivers down her spine and this time was no exception. She turned the volume of the radio up. Her yellow bug raced on the empty road surrounded by nothing but trees. Finally, a series of small houses came in sight, together with a bunch of friendly looking peasants. She pulled the car in front of the only B&B Google suggested, "Granny's".

"How sweet." Emma thought walking inside. The strong smell of freshly made pasta hit her nostrils and she inhaled deeply. It had been a long time since she had a regular healthy meal. Her life was all Donuts for breakfast, fast sandwiches with August at lunch and crappy delivery pizza or Chinese takeout around midnight. Her belly growled and she smiled subconsciously.

A young girl approached her and gave her a look. "Hello, what can I do for you?"

"Hi, I would like to get a room." She answered and then added "and maybe something to eat." She could hear her tummy screaming for food.

The girl in front of her handed her the menu and pointed to a table where an old lady sat. "I'm Ruby, that's Granny. She'll give you the keys for a room and I'll get you some food. How does Lasagna sound?" She asked Emma. The blonde's eyes glimmered. She had eaten Lasagna just a couple of times in her life and didn't know how much she was craving some until the word had left the young lady's lips "That sounds awesome, thank you."

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"So that's all the information we have about this Gold guy. We can't do anything more without a warrant and he's been really good at hiding his affairs. So basically our hands are tied."

David, the chief of the small sheriff station in Storybrooke was explaining to Emma.

"Do you even know if he's here or if he's already left town?" Emma asked him.

"Aye, love. He's in a relationship with this girl in town, he comes back from time to time." The interruption came from a very beautiful man who just entered the small office.

"Emma, I'd like you to meet Killian Jones, one of my men. Killian, this is Emma Swan, from Boston."

Killian abruptly caught Emma's hand between his and kisses its back.

"So you're here to help us unravel Mr. Gold's dirty business, huh? Something we have not been able to solve for years and now a young pretty blonde face is supposed to come to the rescue. Aye, our Saviour." He mocked her.

Emma snapped her hand free from his and made a face. "Please don't tell me this guy will be my partner." She pleaded David.

"Unfortunately, Emma, it's just the three of us here. We will have to work together as a team."

David and Killian shared a look, while Emma rolled her eyes and unwillingly shook David's stretched out hand.

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"So, how's Storybrooke?" August's voice sounded so familiar in her ears, Emma thought she'd cry.

"Mmh."

"And, how are Nolan and Jones?" He asked again.

"Mmh."

"We are really close to unravelling this thing Swan, we have been after this guy for so long I can't even remember."

"Mmh."

"It's really important you try, Emma. If he's actually the boss of this huge black market, and we catch him, we can all get a promotion and you know how it is."

"Mmh."

"Emma..."

"I gotta go August, I'll talk to you soon."

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"I really did not mean to be a bitch, he's the only one who has been by my side the last 5 years of my life. But he basically sent me here, no real proof this guy did something, not really knowing he's here. In the middle of nowhere. I had my life in Boston. I had things to do - or better, I had a couch waiting for me at the end of the day. And Chinese take away across the street."

Ruby smiled at Emma over the counter, handing her another beer.

"I think you're gonna like Storybrooke. The people here are very friendly. Maybe you'll be able to build a new life, even if you don't get to the bottom of this Gold's case."

Ruby walked away to serve another client and left Emma alone with her thoughts and her drink.

For the fourth night in a row, Emma and Ruby ended up doing shots together, laughing over some childish joke. Ruby smacked Emma's arm and they joined their beers together before drinking some more.

"So did you meet someone new?" Ruby asked the blonde girl.

"Actually, not really. Killian and David are the only ones I hang out with, but that's okay. They're nice company."

Ruby cooed. "What about this Killian guy, he's very pretty." She checked Emma's eyes for some sparkles but didn't find it.

"Not my type."

"What are you taking about, he's everyone's type. Every time he walks in he has all eyes on him, that bastard." Ruby adjusted her apron and smiled.

Emma shrugged and took a sip of her beer.

"What can I tell you... not my type."

In that moment the bell at the entrance rang. It was almost 11 pm and the diner was already empty, except for some couples who stayed at the B&B and that ignored Emma for the past hours.

The smell of apples and sweet perfume invaded the room as a woman walked in.

Her hair was cut short, dark and shiny. Her dark eyes made even darker from a dark eyeliner. Her lips red as blood, curled. She rushed to the counter and ordered a dark liquor. Emma could not hear the name. She watched as the lady removed her long coat and revealed a breath-taking red dress. She did not take her eyes off the mysterious lady, until finally she turned to face Emma.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked. Her voice was very deep and sexy and Emma felt a shiver down her spine.

She could not find words in her throat so she simply stared, her mouth open.

"Would you like to take a picture, dear?" The remark made Emma come to her senses. She chuckled and took a sip of her beer. Slowly, she stood up and made her way to the free stool next to the lady in red and smiled her.

"Sorry. My name is Swan, Emma Swan. I'm the new deputy from Boston."

For the first time, a bright smile opened on Regina's lips as she shook Emma's hand. Her teeth were white, a big contrast with the red lipstick.

"I'm Regina Mills. Mayor of Storybrooke."