Prompt: Apparently, Killian has been spending far too much time with Henry, but the whole town couldn't say they couldn't see it coming. The Pirate and the Believer were just too alike. Henry and Hook friendship.

(A/N: I really wanted to try one of these fics, as these are always so fluffy and adorable and so amazing to read, so I couldn't help but make one myself. Some of this stuff is canon, some isn't as the story goes on (the non-canon stuff isn't necessarily in chronological order, unless you believe it to be so), so don't get confused! I'm just so excited, so I need to get started right away! R&R if ya can!)

Warnings: If you can't handle frequent time switches, I'm sorry, but that's the way I roll (the non-canon stuff isn't necessarily in chronological order, unless you believe it to be so). Also, very minor 'swearing'.

DISCLAIMER: I'm poor and don't own anything. ;p;

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The Pirate and the Believer

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Killian Jones, Captain Hook himself, had taught strong-willed Baelfire on his ship in Neverland all his secrets, given all his knowledge of the seas a seemingly lifetime ago. That is, before giving him up to the Lost Boys, hoping he'd never come in contact with him again.

He knew he would have to ran away from Bae as soon as he disagreed to become part of his family, his crew, and his proudness stabbed him in the back when Emma happened – going to Neverland again, rescuing him, fighting him for Emma's heart, setting a truce between them, being sort-of friends…

And he still died. Baelfire, Neal, whatever name he preferred, he was a good man in Killian's eyes.

But he never imagined having a relationship such as theirs when Bae was a child with his son.

The irony, he thought grimly. He's probably going to despise me, too, sooner or later.

But who cared? He was going to enjoy what he had while it lasted.

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They could still remember the first time the spent time together, on the boat and beach in Storybrooke, with Henry's memories washed away like the small waves crawling up the shore line. In that moment, he suddenly wished he saved some of that liquid memory elixir thing that Emma had consumed a few days back.

"Ah, that'll do." Killian looked over at a medium sized schooner, walking down the bridge-like plank towards it. Hey, it wasn't any Jolly Roger, but it would do for some seafaring practice for the lad.

"Another boat?" Henry asked, sighing.

The man raised a perfect eyebrow at the boy questioningly. "You don't like the sea?"

"No, it's just; my mom always seems to me off on to friends who have boats when she's working a case." From hanging around Bae as a boy, Hook could recognise that look in the exasperated boys eyes, so he gave Henry a don't-blame-your-mother look, but understood very well what he was going through.

"Your mother didn't pour you onto me; I wanted to bring you here."

"Why?"

"Well, you might not believe this, but your father and I were mates long before I met your mother." Hook said, giving a small breathy laugh.

"Really," the boy looked up to him curiously, stopping in place. "You knew my dad? What was he like?"

The pirate looked at him mysteriously, throwing his leather satchel onto the ship with a twinkle in his eye.

"Hop aboard and you'll find out!"

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A few hours later, Henry and Hook sat on a small piece of land on the beach. The small, bright fire crackled in the darkness, while Henry sat on a large log with a large rope in one hand, and a small knots book in the other. He looked back and forth between the knot he had made and the book to check he had done it correctly, and looked up triumphantly at Killian.

"I think I've tied every knot in here!" The boy placed the knotted rope and book beside him and clasped his hands together.

But Killian was looking up into the night, trying to find the right moment…

"When do we get to the part about my dad?"

This boy never ran out of questions, did he?

"Just a few moments longer," he said, pausing slightly, then-

"There!" The man pointed upwards into the sky excitedly. "Come here!"

Henry raced over from his previous spot on the log and stood next to the pirate in anticipation, and received a large metal object from his hands.

He gave an excited but questioning glance to Hook and the object he'd given him. "What is this?"

"That, my boy, is a sextant." Hook placed a careful finger on it. "It's a tool used by sailors to navigate."

"Like a… GPS?" Henry tried.

Killian didn't know what in the bloody hell a 'GPS' was, since he hadn't learned about many objects in this world with all of this technology (but, let's face it, Henry didn't have a clue about the pirate's world, too, so they were on the same level) so with a still confused but awkward glance towards Henry, he nodded uncertainly and pointed upwards to the moon and stars. "Aye."

"It measures our position using the stars."

"That's what a GPS does, but what does this have to do with my dad?"

"Well, I taught him to navigate with one," he said thoughtfully. "Just like how I'm going to teach you!"

"Were you… both from the Navy or something?" That was a question to be answered with technicality.

"No, Bae- Neal was just a boy when I taught him."

Maybe he shouldn't have been so honest – the lad couldn't understand what he was talking about, since he hadn't gotten his memories back yet.

Henry gave him the typical I-don't-even-know-what-that's-supposed-to-mean look. "Wait, aren't you the same age?" He asked confusedly.

Killian sighed internally. He would understand one day.

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After teaching Killian how a TV and other types of modern technology was used, Henry was set on him reading aloud (from the book) and watching the Disney classic, Peter Pan, when he came over to Emma's. Killian knew by now that the lad knew all it is to know about all of the storybook characters around, so he gave a deep chuckle, and didn't see what the harm was.

…Well, until he got up to the part where the writer of the book referred to himself as the (rather ugly, exterior-wise) villain of the story, and the codfish thing.

"This is bloody preposterous! How dare that green little fiend call himself a hero?!" he spluttered, enraged at how badly the story had been told, while Henry was on the floor, laughing his head off. "And in no way is Tink that miniscule! Well, at least they got the temper part right."

"I'll do anything you say!" Movie-Hook pleaded pathetically in the corner.

"Well, okay," Movie-Peter replied. "If you… call yourself a codfish!" He pointed his sword at Movie-Hook's throat as he gulped uncertainly.

"I'm a codfish!" He said quietly, and looked at Movie-Peter like, 'am I done here?'

"I'M A CODFISH!" Movie-Hook cried loudly, his perm quivering.

The other characters in the movie, Wendy, her brothers and the Lost Boys cheered. "Hooray!"

"HOOK IS A CODFISH, A CODFISH, A CODFISH! HOOK IS A CODFISH! A CODFISH! A CODFISH!"

"I'M NOT A BLOODY CODFISH!" Killian yelled exasperatedly at the TV.

Henry laughed even harder.

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And the time they played dice in Granny's. Time over time the pirate would win over the believer, and he would sigh, irritated, while his opponent rejoiced. To Henry, it was almost impossible to have such luck at a game. Probability (which he learnt in math class at school a long time ago) said so. With a one-in-six chance, specifically.

But Killian had let him in on the trick he used to win over and over again. Henry deemed it as cheating.

He'd told him it would only be cheating if he got caught.

Little did he know that his new little friend took those little words too seriously.

But he found out sooner or later. When he saw Henry trying to steal Emma's car.

"What are you up to there, mate?" Killian asked casually, leaning against another car as the lad looked up in surprise.

He tried to cover it up with a lie-

"Uh, nowhere."

"You're in quite the rush to go 'nowhere'."

-but it didn't necessarily work the way he planned it.

"F-fine. I'm going home."

"Hm," the pirate got up from his previous position from the car to stand and properly look him in the eye. "You're running away."

Henry sighed. "Whatever."

He looked at the boy sternly. "So you're planning on driving all the way to New York? One lesson and you think you're ready for that?"

"No, just to the nearest bus station."

Hook sighed. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that. It's too dangerous. "

"I don't care what you think." Henry replied stubbornly, just like his mother, as he headed towards the car opening the driver door.

The man, just in time, closed the door before he got in. "Well, you should. Because I've got a better way."

And every day he was reminded that this 'better way' led to the monkeys. Always the monkeys.

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(A/N: Great! You survived! xD Anyhow, this isn't quite the end of the story, as there is one 'chapter' to go, full of more stories! I really hoped you enjoyed this! Feel free to come back and see what's going to happen next~ I have something special planned…

R&R?)