A KIND OF MAGIC ↝ Killian Jones

⇒ CHAPTER ELEVEN

  WILHELMINA WAS UNSURE how to stop thinking about Killian and whatever had taken residence between them, and within her heart — after leaving the man at the docks, Wilma had headed straight to bed despite being profoundly unable to fall asleep and hours passed with her merely tossing and turning with the memory of his heavy, hot breath on her mouth and his tempting scent reeling her closer until their lips were nearly touching. Yet nothing actually happened, because the uncertainty and building anxiety in Wilma forced her to pull back, and without a single word, she had walked away and ever since she had been thinking about Hook and wondering if she made a mistake or the right decision.

  And she didn't know if there was any way to get the thoughts out of her head where they continued to swirl and swell until she felt like exploding.

  However, she did try her very best. The next day, Wilma stopped by Granny's for some breakfast and had a nice chat with Ruby over some impossibly delicious pancakes. Surprisingly, her breakfast was also interrupted by Regina, who had decided to stop by and thank Wilma for taking care of Henry, which she had forgotten to do earlier, and that was quite enough to put a plucky smile on the woman's lips. Concluding from the look on Regina's face, there was something else she yearned to ask Wilma about, but after sharing awkward smiles, the two parted ways and Wilma headed out to her next destination — the hospital.

  Despite knowing that Belle couldn't remember anything or anyone, not even herself, Wilma had promised to visit frequently if Belle only allowed it. And so far, it seemed like she appreciated the kindness Wilma was just overflowing with, and therefore, she stopped by Belle's room and delivered the woman a chocolate cupcake. It felt like the most trivial activities to handle on a daily basis, but it was nice too — some normal amidst all the crazy, which included living with fairytale characters and crushing hard on Captain Hook. On top of that, the guy that had hit Killian with his car still hadn't left town — instead, he had chosen to stay for a while, and it was causing distress for the residents of Storybrooke, excluding Wilma, who was feeling optimistic, even if the same couldn't be said for anyone else.

  After spending a fair amount of time with Belle and introducing herself again for the amnesiac girl, Wilma ended up walking around the town and admiring the surroundings she was still trying to cope with. Of all the places she had discovered in Storybrooke, Wilhelmina with no shadow of a doubt loved the docks the most, but admittedly, the beautiful clocktower did get its fair share of adoring looks from the woman. She had loved her life back in New York, but when she looked around and remembered what kind of an unbelievable town she had driven her hot rod into, she was happy.

  With her curls blown across her face by the cool wind, Wilma let her curious gaze wander about until it locked on what she thought was Emma Swan in her characteristic red leather jacket, on the other side of the street, only to realize she was mistaken. And although Wilma always tried to be as nice as possible, she couldn't help but feel a pang of relief when she understood it was someone she didn't know instead of Emma, because she had made it very clear how she didn't like or trust Wilma, which made her fidgety despite being innocent all over.

  As Wilma thought about Emma and what kind of an unfortunate situation she was in with her, the brunette sighed as her heart became relieved of the pressure she felt around the sheriff. "How do I get you to like me?", quietly muttering, Wilma inhaled the fresh air, her painted lips twisted into a concerned frown and her eyebrows knitted together in a rather worried manner. Whilst a careful sigh slipped from between her lips, Wilma decided that she needed someone to confide in, someone to talk to, and accompanied by the passing cars and light chatter around the place, she began to stride towards Mary Margaret's apartment.

  Wilma didn't want to be on Emma's list of enemies, which Wilhelmina was sure she had, or at least should — as the Savior, Emma probably didn't have a shortage of villains trying to destroy the happy endings she was destined to bring. Yet at the same time, Wilma understood why Emma disliked her so strongly, and it only made her situation harder. If there was something she had learned about Emma from what she had experienced and heard, it was that she wasn't the type to trust very easily, no, she prepared for the worst and Wilma understood that as a stranger, who suddenly showed up in their town, she was, for Emma and many others, the worst. She didn't blame the woman for having her walls up, but indeed, Wilma had no bad intentions or any malice in mind, and that was something she was determined to show Emma. She wanted to be her friend. She wanted to reach that point where things between them would be ideal.