Rating: Explicit

Warnings: cnc

Length: 6k

Summary: Emma Nolan is driving home to Storybrooke having finished college, when her car breaks down. With no cell service the only thing in walking distance is the local biker bar...

Notes: So this has been sitting in a folder for ages, and I was inspired by a drawing from @wild-werewolf that someone shared with me today to post it. So here it is! Art (when I stip Having arguments with the hosting site...) by me, Beta is the lovely @kmomof4

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Complete story on AO3

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The coastal road into her home town was picturesque and full of nostalgia, if Emma had been driving it during the day. But it was late and the once familiar, narrow, winding road was instead treacherous and foreboding. She’d hoped to be driving it as the sun was setting, making the most of the view. But with issues getting out of the city due to roadwork, then accidents and uncommonly bad traffic on the interstate, she was running about four hours behind schedule.

It seemed her run of bad luck was far from over. She rounded a particularly tricky corner and the engine started to sputter. By some miracle, there was a view stop she could pull into and she managed to get clear of the road just as the engine died completely.

Emma could have raged and screamed with frustration, only about twenty to twenty-five minutes from her parents house. Instead, she sighed, rolling her grip around the steering wheel and letting her head rest on it for a moment, tears welling in her eyes.

She took a couple of deep breaths and shoved the door open, stepping out of the car and popping the hood on the back of her bug. There was a bit of steam, and some hissing but nothing obvious that she could see. All the fluid levels had read as normal for what she’d expect after a long journey, but maybe this was just a few miles too many for her trusty vessel.

She shook her head and slammed the lid shut. Grabbing her phone off the front seat, she found she had no signal. It was spotty at best out here, but she hadn’t expected her car to die, either… Her battery was super low, and she knew by the time she’d walked far enough to find a signal, it would probably be dead and with no way to charge it because her car was out of commission.