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"Pick up, pick up, pick up." Killian tapped his foot anxiously trying to reach his cousin. "Dammit Ruby!" He hung up and looked at the time. 10:37 p. m. His flight left at 10:41 p. m. He had four minutes to run across an airport to catch his flight, or it would be another day before he could go home to Boston.
He curses himself internally for waiting till the last minute to pack. He had plenty of time back at the hotel the day after his meeting, but leave it up to Killian to put it off.
He loosens his necktie and starts running in the direction of his flight. He had to quickly decide between his coffee and his cell phone when he lost his grip, but chose the device, catching it in mid air. He yelled apologies to the people behind him who had to deal with his coffee explosion. He kept running, adjusting the grip on his bag every few seconds.
After almost knocking over two people and a kiosk, he saw the entrance to the plane and started digging in his pockets for his ticket.
"Hold the door! Hold the door!" He shouted and shoved the ticket at the attendant.
"Sorry sir, flight 815 has been delayed due to inclement weather. It'll be at least a few hours." The flight attendant told him sweetly.
Killian clenched his fist and sulked over to the waiting area. He chose a spot by the windows so the sounds of the storm could lull him to sleep. He threw his bags down on the seat and sat down next to them. After about five minutes, he was sound asleep, snoring softly.
His slumber didn't last long, since after 15 minutes, he was awoken to something heavy being dropped in his lap. Killian blinked his eyes open and looked down at his lap and saw a large, brown leather book, with the inscription 'Once Upon A Time' scrawled across. Then he notices the little boy peering over the book with his big brown eyes and mop of dark hair.
"Henry! Get back here!" He heard a feminine voice call. "I'm so sorry about my son. He's a little too outgoing sometimes." She picks the book out of his lap, and Killian looks up and all he sees is her sparkling emerald eyes staring down at him. He freezes in his seat, unconsciously taking in all of her beauty. The gentle curl of her blonde hair as it sits on he shoulders and stands out like a halo, the soft smile she gives him as she stands there, the brilliant green of her eyes. The man who has her heart is certainly a lucky man, Killian thinks.
He realizes he's staring and quickly speaks up. "Oh the lad's no issue. No issue at all." He smiles shyly, scratching behind his ear. She smiles back and takes a seat directly across from him. She grabs the boy, Henry, and tries unsuccessfully to sit him down beside her.
"I'm so sorry that my so bothered you. He really likes to show off that giant book of his." She apologizes again.
"Like I said, everything is all right, love, I was a wee lad once before." He tells her.
"So, which flight are you waiting on?" She breaks the silence.
"815, although it just got delayed." He replies.
"We're on 815 as well. Stupid weather and its awful timing."
"Well then I guess your stuck with me."
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Two hours pass, going by quickly because of their mindless chitchat. They talk about simple things, where they're from, why they're where they are, which movies are good. Good old mindless talking. Yet neither of them know each others names. Instead, he refers to her as Swan because of the pendant on her necklace, and she calls him Captain Hook because of his background photo on his phone being the main titles of Peter Pan.
Henry is still running around like a maniac, and he doesn't understand how a five year old has so much energy at midnight. Swan's playing Candy Crush on her smartphone and Killian can't help but smile when her face shows intense signs of concentration over a phone game. Killian tries to sleep but is rudely awakened by the loud crash of thunder behind him. He sighs to himself and opens his eyes.
A guy in a red hoodie walks near by and sits down, setting his duffle bag next to him. The man looks around nervously and gets back up. Killian notices and watches him intently.
The hooded stranger walks away from the bag and pulls out his phone. He dials a number and starts speed walking until he reached a bathroom, ducking inside. A ringing starts to erupt from what seems to be the bag, and the world seems to slow down as Killian realizes what's happening.
Out of nowhere, Henry runs into his line of site, dragging his little plastic race car across the seats towards the bag. Killian jolts out of his seat, grabbing Henry by the arm and pulling him to him. He runs over to Swan and shields her and Henry.
She shoves at him. "What the hell?!" She yells at him.
Before he can reply, a deafening noise goes off and a blast of heat fills the room. He feels pain that can only be described as a thousand needles in his back and his head, then everything goes black.