A/N: This is just a really, really short and random piece I came up after seeing this particular comic strip the other day. Set during Showmance, before Ken warns Emma about her late night cleaning sessions with Will. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
"Hey Emma. You wanted to see me?"
Emma tore her eyes away from the brochure she had been pretending to read since she had texted Will to come over to her office. A glance at her watch revealed that it had been exactly five minutes and thirty-six seconds since she, albeit hesitantly, pressed the send button after a relatively long deliberation. His mere presence at her doorway made her heart flutter with glee.
"Please, have a seat," she managed to say, gesturing towards the empty chairs in front of her before clasping her hands on top of the table. She must have been unconsciously smiling at the time, as Will flashed his own set of pearly whites as he made his way to the seat on the left.
"So, what's up?" he asked her.
"Well, um, you see, I've been, uh, thinking…," Emma began, trailing off as the lump in her throat seemed to have grown to three times its normal size. Will stared at her, brows furrowed, as though prompting her to continue. He was clearly surprised when she looked up again after a moment, a very determined look in her eyes. "Ok, you know what? I'm just going to give it to you straight. We need protection."
"Protection?" he repeated, unsure if he heard it right.
"Yes, protection. Let's face it, Will. Times are different now. The whole Lakeview High fiasco-"
"The one involving the two faculty members?" he cut her off, his puzzled expression unchanged. Much to his alarm, she nodded.
"Yeah, though I've heard that a number of students were caught in the act as well," Emma informed him before continuing on with what she was saying. "That incident made me realize that nobody is safe. And as they say, it is better to be safe than sorry." She paused, noting the distressed look in his face. "Not that I'm saying that anything nasty is going to happen to you and me. No, no. It's just that with you working as a part-time janitor and all, we'll be spending most of our nights together. It's dark, there's not much people around, it's, uh, dark. The situation's just all too inviting don't you think?" she tried to explain to him as clear as she could.
Will, unsure of how to react, just nodded slowly in agreement.
"I hope you don't take this the wrong way but I'm only concerned about our safety," she finally finished, reaching for her purse to grab the object of protection.
At that moment, Will's head was about to implode. He was married, damnit. His wife was even pregnant! What was she thinking? It was just plain wrong. As much as the idea seemed so oddly appealing to him, he knew he had to put a stop to it. Fast. "Emma, you know I-"
But alas, it was too late. Or at least it appeared to be. If his jaw could drop to the ground like in those old cartoons, it would've done so the moment he set his gaze on the item in question.
There in Emma's hand was a can of pepper spray.
For those waiting for an update on Sooner or Later, expect it sometime over the weekend or maybe even next week. My schedule's rather busy, since it's the midterms season and all. I'll try my best to squeeze in some time for it.
So anyways, it is now officially my birthday! At least in our timezone anyway. Review and make my day even more special? :D