For science? I’ve written this trope a lot and I wanted to try something different, so if you were hoping for sexytimes? This isn’t. Turned out longer than I expected. Angsty. PG-13ish.
UGH. Tumblr ate a drabble and the ask associated with it. This was requested by lillianloverly. (I assume that Alex is about six years older than Emma? YMMV.)
Friendshippy. Rated G
*if you are not familiar with the plot of Austen’s Emma, this either will not make sense or contain spoilers, depending on your POV*
Thanksgiving was quiet.
Christmas was a disaster.
She’s still recovering from that, thankful that the office is closed during the week between Christmas day and New Year’s. She has absolutely no desire to go to a party this evening, to sparkle and be bright. But it is expected, and it is appropriate, and she is Emma Woodhouse. Of all the things that means, going to an important party to be seen by influential people with a smile on her face and laughter on her lips is one of the smallest parts.
"Mr. Knightley had a cheerful manner, which always did him good."