So, I decided to put up my first ever CS fanfic and it just so happens to be a Roswell AU. Of course I don't own OUAT or Roswell (because if I did, that show would not have gone down the path it did -.-) but I really wanted to see a Captain Swan version of the first scene of the pilot episode, which is still my favorite scene from the entire show.

Special thanks to the absolutely lovely and wonderful allthelittlelostgirlsgrowup (aka: lookingforgrowth on ff) who listened to my cry for help and gave me great feedback on this. Thank you and I adore you loads for it! And do read her amazing stories as well because they are so worth it. Anyway, going to stop rambling and hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to ABC/OUAT and story belongs to writers of the TV show Roswell.

September 23. Journal entry one. I'm Emma Swan and five days ago, I died. After that things got really weird.

"Order's up!"

Emma grabbed the plates, piling one on her arm as she carried the other two in her hands, careful not to let the food topple over.

"Ok," she said walking over to the table where an eccentric couple were seated. "I've got one Sigourney Weaver for you and one Will Smith for you and a side of extra onion rings for the both of you," placing the plates in front of the man and woman respectively.

"Can I get you guys anything else? Martian Milkshake, Alien Smoothie?" Every so often Emma is struck by just how corny some of these names her dad came up with, but hey, alien sells in this town.

The couple looked at each other, both bespectacled. "Nope, mh-uh," they replied simultaneously, both with expressions of excitement on their faces. The woman was practically bouncing in her seat and the man wide-eyed as he looked around the alien-themed diner.

Ah, alien groupies.

"Are you guys here for the Crash Festival?" Emma asked after glancing over to two men by the door. They looked like they were in the middle of an argument and while it didn't look like it was getting out of hand, she hoped they left soon.

"Oh yeah, can't wait!" the woman exclaimed, actually clapping her hands as her boyfriend nodded enthusiastically. Suddenly, she got serious and asked in a low voice, "So, does your family come from Roswell?"

Oh yeah, she knew exactly where this was going.

"Just four generations," Emma said in an equally low and severe tone.

"Really," the boyfriend asked, intrigued, "Does anyone in your family have any stories about the UFO crash or anything from that time?"

Emma adopted a look of serious contemplation, making a show of hesitating before speaking again. "I guess it would be ok to show you this." She pulled out the old photo her friend Robin had made during computer lab. It was a picture of a dummy alien altered to look real in a black and white filter.

Leaning over to hold it in front of them, Emma's eyes flickered up to Ruby who was walking behind the couple hunching down close unbeknownst to them to get a look of the picture she was all too familiar with. As she walked passed them she straightened and fixed Emma with a look that conveyed her amusement.

Emma held back a smile as she steered her focus back on the couple who were now looking at the photo in awe.

"My grandmother took a photo from the crash right before the government came in and swept it all up."

The couple looked up at her, their eyes widening. "Whoa, do people know about this photo," the woman asked in a hushed whisper.

"Well, I know about it…and now you know about it."

"Whoa."

"Wow."

Emma nodded seriously, "I'm going to be right back. Don't show it to anyone."

They nodded their heads eyes glued to the image, "Yeah."

Emma turned away just as Ruby walked by with her tray.

"You are so bad, girl. Oh and by the way, Killian Jones is staring at you again," Ruby said with a coy smile.

"What? No, no way," Emma denied. "Killian Jones? This?" she pointed to her face, "Nuh-uh"

But even as she refused to believe it, she couldn't help but peer over her shoulder to where Killian was sitting two booths away. And sure enough, he was looking right at her. Her heart beat a little faster and she could feel the flush creep up her neck.

But, she knew she wasn't alone in her embarrassment because when their eyes met, Killian quickly dropped his head and started shaking the bottle of tabasco sauce onto his food like he was trying to get every last bit. Emma could see the tips of his ears turning red even from her position and she couldn't help the warmth that settled in her chest.

Nope, nothing there.

"Oh, but with that cute and precious face of yours, how could he not," Ruby cooed she squished Emma's face in her hands.

"Ruby, no," Emma laughed, "And anyway, even if he was I'm seeing Graham. He's kind and loyal and sweet and best of all, he really appreciates me."

"Uh-huh. Why does it sound like you're describing a poodle?" she replied carrying coffee mugs, heading toward the front of the diner. Emma suppressed rolling her eyes because much as she wanted to deny it, she couldn't help see the truth in Ruby's words. She did describe Graham like a poodle, but that's because he was loyal and sweet to her and that's exactly what she wanted. She didn't need complications in her life that distracted her from getting into Harvard.

As Ruby walked away, Emma could hear the fight between the two men by the door escalating.

"You said you'd have the money by today, well it's today!" one of them shouted standing up. The man sitting across from him stood up angrily, his chair toppling backward.

"You won't need money if you're dead," he shouted back pulling out a pistol.

"Emma!" Ruby screamed, the coffee mugs shattering as they fell to the ground.

The two men fought against one another, the gun pointing every which way. As they continued grappling someone shouted out "Get down!"

But, Emma stood stunned, not able to think. Phone, sheriff…

Before she could move a muscle, a shot rang out. The men fell to the ground in a heap just as Emma did. They both looked over to where the bullet had gone before they scrambled up and out the door.

Emma barely felt the fall to the ground as a searing pain erupted in her stomach. She gasped in pain as her vision darkened. She was shot, she was shot…

-0-0-0-

Several feet away Killian Jones and his friend Victor Whale were lying low in their booth, ducking for cover.

"Emma," Killian heard someone say. He tilted his head up to look over to the voice and saw Ruby Lucas on the ground crawling toward something. Following her line of vision, Killian's heart thudded as he spots Emma's prone body on the ground.

He doesn't think as he moves toward her. Just as he scrambles out of the booth Victor stands up and grabs his arm. "What are you doing? Killian, what are you going to do?"

Killian's eyes stays on Emma. "Let go of me," he says urgently before pushing Victor away. Victor tries to pull him back one more time before Killian shoves him away and makes his way to Emma, stopping Ruby from approaching her.

"Emma?" Ruby says softly. Killian grabs her arm, "Call an ambulance," he says seriously, not bothering to see if she listens but he hears her retreating footsteps and it's enough for him.

Reaching Emma, he sees the blood already soaking up the front of her waitress uniform and drops to his knees.

No, no, no, not her.

Straddling her legs to obscure the other patrons' view, Killian grips the top of her uniform and roughly pulls it apart, the buttons unsnapping up to where her apron is tied at her waist.

His heart races, the fear gripping him and almost crippling but he can't spare a moment to stare in horror as the pool of blood on her stomach only continues to grow, already reaching the bottom of her bra and marring the white fabric. He looks up at her pale face, her head lolling to the side. She was conscious still, but barely.

"Emma," he whispers, reaching a hand out to cup the side of her face. "It's going to be ok."

"Oh my god," he hears from behind. He looks over his shoulder and notices the alien groupy Emma was serving earlier, the woman, approaching.

"Hey, get back!" Victor shouts, rushing over to pull her away.

Killian looks back down at Emma desperately. Times running out.

"Emma?" he whispers urgently, "Emma, you have to look at me." He gently holds her face as she finally just barely opens her eyes.

Letting out a ragged breath he looks down and places his other hand above her wound. He doesn't look away from her, not even a moment, as he pulls the energy from inside of him. He feels the warmth of it glow inside him, pulling the energy from him into her and reconstructing the molecules in her body–turning the bullet into nothing and patching up her wound as though it never existed.

As he poured is own life and energy into hers, he could see flashes of her life. The moment he saw her for the very first time at the age of seven, already smitten. The day she came to school in kindergarten wearing a dress her mother had made for her, absolutely mortified, but wearing it anyway for the sake of her mother's happiness. He could feel everything she felt in those moments as though he was experiencing them himself, as though they were one.

When he could finally feel the wound close and repair itself, he let out a gasp of air, feeling drained and pulled his hand away.

"You're alright, now," he gasps, "You're alright."

Emma opened her eyes slowly and looked at him in wonder, her eyes following his movements as he looked around, still hovering above her. There was a sheen of sweat across his forehead and Emma could feel the warmth radiating from him when only just a moment ago she was so cold and losing consciousness.

The sounds of sirens alerted him that his time had run out.

"Keys, now!" Victor called to him, snapping his fingers. Killian dug into his pocket for the keys to his jeep and tossed it back to him before turning back to Emma. He looked around, searching, before grabbing a ketchup bottle sitting on a shelf.

"You broke a bottle of ketchup when you fell and spilled it on yourself," Killian said, silently pleading for her to understand as he broke the top against the shelf and began spilling it onto her blood- soaked uniform. Emma covered herself in a daze, her eyes on him, as Killian helped snap the buttons on her uniform back on.

"Don't say anything, please," he said quietly backing away from her. He turned around and quickly strode out of the diner and jumped into the jeep where Victor was waiting. As soon as Killian had a leg in the jeep, Victor peeled away from the curb.

And then they were out of site.

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