Author | FlyYouFools
Summary | Massachusetts State Police Capt. Emma Swan leaves her red-hot career to become the police chief of sleepy Storybrooke, Maine. She’s hoping for a less-complicated, less-dangerous life, a desire that is dashed on both counts. AU. No magic. Crime drama and romance. Swan Queen is endgame.
Rating | M
Theme | AU, no magic
Also on AO3
Two innings later, Emma met Regina Mills The Pitcher, as she stood in the batter’s box and tried to keep her eye on the ball. It wasn’t easy, as she had become a big fan of Regina Mills, casual dresser. The woman’s running shorts displayed a lovely amount of firm thigh atop tan legs. The shapeless baseball jersey did nothing to hide her curves and Emma thought she could stare at TOWN HALL all day long. She was doing just that when the softball flew right by her torso and landed with a thud in the catcher’s mitt.
“Strike 1,” yelled the ump.
Shit, pay attention.
Emma took her eyes off the smirk on Regina’s face and, focus renewed, watched the ball, which was heading right for the sweet spot of her swing. Emma tightened her grip on the bat and unleashed a mighty cut, only to hear the ball hit the catcher’s mitt again. The fucking ball disappeared at the last minute.
Emma pointed her bat at Regina. “You’re disgusting,” she laughed in mock anger. She looked over at Nolan, who nodded: “Knuckle curve.”
Regina smiled serenely. “You’re welcome, dear.”
She is not striking me out.
Emma watched the ball leave Regina’s hand one more time and swung through, sending it down the third-base line. She sprinted for first base, beating the throw by half a step.
Regina looked over, brows raised in surprise. Emma saluted with a proud smirk.
Halfway through the game, Henry decided he was done waiting and snuck over to the police department’s bench. He was sitting proudly next to Emma, happily lapping a Popsicle, when Regina caught his eye and opened her mouth in faux shock, following with a mock scowl.
The boy giggled and his mother wound up, sending a dancing curveball toward the batter. Humbert got a piece of the ball, which was just enough to send it rocketing out of bounds toward the police bench, heading straight for Henry.