Hey everybody! I'm so excited to say that I finally have another story for you lovely people! I'm really excited about this story, and I hope you lot enjoy it.
The idea for this fic was adapted from a prompt given to me by Nouqueret: "What would happen if when Hook gets hit by the car wakes up in the hospital not as Hook but as Jones? He doesn't remember going to Neverland, his brother's death, being a pirate, Milah, not even Rumple or Regina? And the only one that can fill him in is Smee, who is God-knows-where because Rumple turned him into a rat. You can imagine his confusion when he finds he is missing a hand, and there is a name tattooed on his arm."
I found this idea really interesting, and am excited to know what you lot think! This first chapter is just a short prologue to set the scene for you. Next chapter should be up later tonight or tomorrow. It's gonna be a lot longer.
So, please, read and review, but most of all, enjoy!
Prologue
Smee dialed the number again, trying to fight the trembling in his fingers as he stood in the phone booth, trying for the umpteenth time to reach Sheriff Swan.
Answering machine again. He hung up, and redialed.
"You've reached the sheriff's office, this is Emma Swan. Sorry to have missed your call, but I'm not at my desk right now. Please leave a message, and I will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you."
Smee sighed exasperatedly, deciding this time to leave a message. "Sheriff Swan, this is William Smee. I have news regarding my Captain. In retaliation for his attack on Belle French, he has been cursed, his memories stolen by Mr.–" Smee felt a presence over his shoulder, and turned slowly to see none other than Mr. Gold staring at him menacingly while leaning on his cane. "Don't stop on my account, Mr. Smee. If there's something you'd like to tell the sheriff, then by all means, continue." Smee swallowed hard, turning his attention back to the phone before hanging it up, and leaving the phone booth.
"Hold it, not so fast. I can see that you are not to be trusted with my little secret. So, I have good news and bad news. The bad news, is that I no longer believe that you can keep your mouth shut. But this next part works out quite nicely for both of us: since you want to be a rat so badly, I am more than willing to oblige." Gold grabbed Smee by the collar and pulled him across the street.
"Please, Mr. Gold! Have pity!"
Gold laughed banefully as he walked closer to Smee, who had now backed himself into a corner. "Oh, no, Mr. Smee. I'm afraid that the time for pity is long gone. You opened your mouth and now you must face the consequences." Gold stared Smee down with eyes that showed nothing but malice and criminal intent.
Smee tried to move away, but found he had only backed himself into the brick wall of the alley in which Gold had trapped him. "Please, Mr. Gold. Give me another chance, I can keep your secret! I've changed my mind! I'll help you! Please, let me go. I beg of you! Let me go and I'll do anything you want! I'll–" Smee was cut off as he rose from the ground, shrouded by a cloud of purple smoke.
"Time's up, Mr. Smee. You had your chance, and you failed. Why should I trust anything you've got to say now?" Smee tried to call for help, but found he had no voice. That devious smile returned to Gold's face as he stifled a chuckle. "Did you really think I'd be a fool enough to let you keep your voice?" He laughed this time. "Ah, Mr. Smee. I will surely miss your sense of humor. Oh wait..." At that moment, all of the mirth disappeared from Gold's face as he stepped closer to Smee. "No, I wont." With a quick wave of his wrist, the cloud of smoke enveloped Smee completely. He returned to the ground, this time eye-level with the toe of Gold's shoe. Smee could hear Gold's satisfied laughter as he turned on his heels, cane clicking on the ground as he left.
I hope you're sufficiently intrigued! I'm already working on the next chapter, so while you're waiting on it, why not review?