Disclaimer: I do not own 'Once Upon A Time', the song 'Little Red Riding Hood' or any other fairytale references made.
Hey there little red riding hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything a big bad wolf could want
The first time he ever laid eyes on her, he'd only seen a wolf; a magnificent beast whose pelt would fetch more than a pretty penny. Although Killian Jones was no stranger to fencing or drunken brawling he was a stranger to the brute force of the animal. From a distance, she looked like a normal wolf – albeit slightly more beautiful than most – so he wasn't afraid of her. But with each leap she took the larger that distant dot grew and the lower his stomach dropped.
The wolf was three times the size of any wolf he'd ever encountered before.
He briefly wondered, as he spotted the bright colors of morning slowly beginning to fill the night sky, if he'd survive to see the sunrise.
With only his hook and a sword considerably too long for such a close ranged fight, Hook knew it would be a challenge he was unlikely to walk away from.
Even knowing this, he still wasn't prepared for the pain when she pounced, slicing his chest with her sharp claws. He screamed loudly in pain as he heard his tunic and leather jacket rip, taking his flesh with it. He could only pray the wound wasn't too deep.
He had quickly abandoned his sword, it wasn't going to do him any good when he's pined to the ground, and he slashed his hook wildly at the enormous creature.
Each blind swipe he made the wolf expertly dodged and in exchange dealt him with a blow nastier than the last. If Killian didn't know better, he could have sworn she was laughing at his poor attempts of striking her. But in his defense, he was encumbered by something at least twice his weight.
A twig snapped close by, and both their attentions snapped in the sounds general direction. Killian spotted it first; a rabbit had wondered too close and was now hopping madly to its burrow after realizing the danger. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Killian took his chance, and drove his hook into her side, the hook shedding itself from him in the process leaving him unarmed but it had the desired effect.
She leaped off him and howled in pain before whimpering quietly; suddenly looking like a pathetic creature than the magnificent beast it was moments ago.
Killian scrambled to his feet, grabbed his sword and charged. It would appear that he'd get the wolf's pelt after all.
Midair, mere inches from taking her life, her unwavering golden eyes shot up and met his and he came to the abrupt realization the wolf wasn't going down yet. Before he could make the final hit, its arm smacked him across the head with such brutal force he went flying through the air and his back striking an inconveniently placed tree.
Black spots entered his vision and the last thing he saw as he glanced skyward was the sunrise. Killian had chuckled humorlessly; he'd seen his last sunrise after all
Little red riding hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone
The second time he saw her, and what he'd thought was the first time, he'd seen a young brunette who was fretfully stitching his torso back together. If her trembling hands were anything to go by, she'd never attempted to do so before – or never seen such a heavily dealt wound. Either was possible.
Her tears took him by surprise, though.
Her eyes were bloodshot with dark rings surrounding them and she was remarkably pale. He couldn't understand her tears – he didn't recognize her.
Her bright green eyes glanced at his before returning her fingers before shooting back in shock. Obviously, she'd kept glancing to see if he was awake without holding any hope he would.
"Oh thank goodness!" she exclaimed, her voice heavy with relief.
Her hands abandoned the thread and were suddenly sweeping his hair off of his sweaty forehead. Gently, as though terrified she'd hurt him, she lifted his head with one hand and offered him a cup in the other. Killian tried to reach for it but it ripped at his chest and he grunted in pain. Without being prompted, she brought the cup to his lips and surprisingly cool water relieved his parched throat.
He sagged back into the bed and breathed in liberation. He'd somehow survived the wolf.
He felt a damp cloth being dabbed on his forehead and he was suddenly aware of his fever. Great, his wound must be infected. Killian's eyes were suddenly extremely heavy.
Glancing up at his supposed nurse, he saw that she had resumed stitching his torso and was making quiet shushing sounds, as though the sound would sooth him. He wasn't ashamed to say it did. He was brought back to when Milah would look over the ocean in the dead of the night and sing a soft lullaby for her son – wherever he was, if he needed on or not.
Killian had looked to the soft voice and raised his hand to her face, wincing at the pain but persevering, he caressed his loves face, slightly hurt at her astounded expression – he wasn't that emotionally detached was he?
"Milah…" Killian had murmured before slipping into the dark abyss.
What big eyes you have
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad
Just to see that you don't get chased
I think I oughta walk with you for a ways
When he'd come to next, he'd been alone. His joints were stiff and his head was ringing but it was all nothing compared to the intense ache of his body. A beating from a wolf would do that to you. He experimented with sitting upright, but gave up half way, annoyed that his attempt had left him in an awkwardly uncomfortable position. His head flopped clumsily to the side, Killian debated how he was going to get up and return to his trip. Who knew how far he was? He'd wondered a fair distance in the woods before he encountered the wolf so perhaps he was even further than that. The thought had made him groan in annoyance.
Then she had walked in. She wore a red cloak with the hood up, covering her hair, although brown ringlets escaped and framed her face. She was taller than most women, probably a little shorter then he was himself – and he wasn't what would generally be considered short. Her skin was impeccably pale, like sea foam or pale seashells. All round she was a stunning woman to behold.
But those eyes… those big, beautiful green eyes… they looked at him with relief and kindness, there was no resentment or cruelty directed towards him - unusual, for most women who have met him.
"You're awake!" she smiled brightly.
Dear God, her smile; full, plump lips that hid perfectly straight white teeth only to be revealed with a wide smile. It was so sweet, so kind, so innocent, and so natural. A true killer smile.
She rushed forward, depositing a basket Killian had only just noticed in a nearby chair, and rested her cool hand on his forehead.
She made a sound of discontent. "Still so warm…" she murmured.
Killian was very uncomfortable. "If you don't mind, and as much as I appreciate you nursing me, could you perhaps please; hands off."
Her hands recoiled sharply and she looked briefly to the floor. "I apologize."
Killian nodded. "Right, well, if it's okay with you, I'll be off now." He told her, preparing to stand.
Before he even sat up right, he'd been pushed back down.
"You're not going anywhere." She said sternly.
He tried again with the same result.
Killian looked at her in irritation. "Let me up."
"No."
"Let. Me. Up." He demanded.
"I. Said. No." she rebutted mockingly.
He raised his left arm to threaten her with his hook, only to find it missing, vaguely remembering losing it to the wolf's side. He smoothly returned his arm to his side, avoiding her noticing he was just about to threaten her. She didn't need to know that he was a dangerous but weaponless criminal – especially if she was willing to fight back. He was very vulnerable and he didn't like it.
Killian growled. "I don't believe I gave you permission to manhandle me into staying."
Her lips quirked a bit. "I believe you did." At his disbelieving raised eyebrow she continued, "I would say 'if it's okay with you' would be a fairly good indication that you have, indeed, given me permission to 'manhandle' you into staying."
His eyes narrowed at the play on his words. "That was more of a courtesy than permission."
"All the same, you're not going anywhere."
Killian rolled his eyes and ignored her, moving to stand before – surprise, surprise – he was pushed back down, far less gently than the previous time.
He growled in annoyance. "Move, Witch!"
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise before she laughed delightfully. Actually laughed. Killian had various experiences in calling women witches most often resulting in rage, abhorrence and revulsion but never laughter.
"I've been called many things," she recollected, "but never a witch."
"Trollop among them?"
Her eyes turned to slits. "Keep that up I might be inclined to let you go."
Finally, "Trollop, whore, home-wrecker, wench, harlot, tramp, strumpet, tart -"
She pointed to the exit, "There's the door."
Grateful to lastly be allowed to leave, Killian went to stand, but his body betrayed him. He pushed his limbs and muscles to work, to get him off the bed and walk towards his ship. He tried, and tried, and tried but it never lasted long before his elbows gave out. He collapsed with huffs and puffs and a very hurt pride.
His capture gave a triumphant grin.
Picking up her basket again, she retrieved a small loaf of bread, some cheese and a slice of salted meat. Leaving it next to him on the table, she gave a joyful smile.
"You haven't eaten in a couple days – you must be starving."
Then she was gone.
Great, he was a prisoner. To a trollop no less.
What full lips you have
They're sure to lure someone bad
So until you get to Grandma's place
I think you oughta walk with me and be safe
Within the first few days, Killian started going mad. Whenever he was restless, he would always pace the length of his ship – but being bedridden he was stripped of even that pleasure. Killian was rarely in such bad condition that he would need to stay abed for more than a day or two but the bloody girl was insistent that he that he was in no condition to be even standing – he should be grateful she let him sit upright. Nagging harpy.
Despite that he was lacking in the independence department, he was never wanting of company. She was always there; either talking adamantly with him (or at him really) or simply doing small tasks like knitting or cleaning near him. Killian was never alone. Originally, that knowledge unnerved him to no end but he begrudgingly and gradually came to accept her presence and trust her.
She asked a lot of questions and at first he told lies upon lies. He told her the usual cover stories.
"I'm a blacksmith." He had lied to her.
She looked at him curiously. "Really?"
"No, I'm a bloody bird. What did you expect me to be? The village idiot, perhaps?"
"Wouldn't put it past you." She smiled at his indignant look. "It's just; I thought you'd be something else… a sailor perhaps."
Killian was understandably curious.
"A sailor?"
"Yes, you smell like sea salt."
"Well, I'm just a blacksmith."
Well, that spooked him a bit. But the reminder made him miss the sea horribly. Killian may not have tried to hide that he was lying but she never called him out, only responding kindly and occasionally making comments that hit far too close to home.
Initially, the only truth he had told her was his name.
"Killian Jones." She had tested it on her lush lips.
"Yes, Killian." He said sardonically.
She pursed her lips together for a moment before smiling delightfully. "It suits you."
After that truth upon truth started spilling out.
When she asked about his family, he told her the truth; it was only his mother left, and he saw her rarely, sending her what money he could. She asked about his rings, wondering if he'd made them himself, which he hadn't but he withheld the less than honorable ways he had acquired them. She asked about his earring, causing him to laugh and reminisce his rebellious youth. He didn't lie about his terrible relationship with his father or that his best friend Peter had betrayed him because of a quarrel over the daughter of the local noble, Wendy. He just opened himself up to her without even needing much probing. He wondered if it was a gift of hers.
When she had finally permitted him to stand, she only acquiesces if he accepts her help, and stir crazy as he was, he agreed. She held under his arms and supported a great proportion of his weight as he tested his body again. He subtly stretched each limb and felt rewarded by the stiff pain that was released with loud 'pops'. He stood for a few minutes, just gathering his baring's before he made a request she was sure to deny.
"Just let me-"he caught his breath, "take a few- steps."
"Killian…" her tone was warning.
But the pirate looked into her compassionate green eyes and pleaded with her. "Please."
He watched her resolve falter before she sighed in compliance. Taking a step back, she removed her hands from under his arms and replaced them with his hand that engulfed hers, his stump being gently caressed with her fingers. Slowly, she took a tiny step back. Her eyes encouraged him, and he took a painful step forward. His knee gave out. She immediately wrapped her arms around him and brought him back to the bed – that dreadful bed might as well have been a sarcophagus.
Tears of frustration built up behind his eyelids and he violently punched the bed.
"Shh, it's okay. It's okay." A melodious voice hushed him.
Killian was suddenly aware her arms were still around him. They were thin and fragile looking but they were able to support his weight and Killian knew looks were deceiving. They could scarcely wrap all the way around him, her fingertips barely brushing against one another but her thumbs made soothing circles, he could feel them through his tunic. He turned his head and looked at her, her eyes were filled with empathy and her lips gave a promising smile. He smiled genuinely back at her.
"Thank you-"he trailed off, before disgustedly realizing he didn't know her name. His expression must have betrayed his thoughts because she gave a sweet, if slightly bitter, smile.
"Red."
Killian then realized, with a start, he knew literally nothing about her.
Gonna keep my sheep suit on
'Til I'm sure that you've been shown
That I can be trusted walking with you alone
Killian was relentless after that, always eager to know more about her, and he was heavily disappointed when she offered little.
Disappointed and suspicious.
He started questioning things he had overlooked before. How had she come across him in the woods? Was the wolf already gone or had she somehow managed to kill it? Killian couldn't think of any reasons why the wolf would have left him alive. Why did she live in the middle of the forest alone, with no one near for miles? She was an extrovert so she most certainly was not someone who preferred the hermit lifestyle. Also, her cloak was a curiosity he hadn't ever sated. Why did she always wear it? She never took it off, he'd never seen her wash it and he'd wager she slept in it too. Was it in some way enchanted? For what purpose then?
He didn't have a clue and she was mum on everything.
They both quickly discovered though, that whenever she touched him, however quick or light, he'd stop his insistent questioning.
Weeks had passed by and he was able to cross one end of her house to the next, but he couldn't reach her garden without needing to sit down and rest. She was impressed with his progress and gave him small, routine tasks to do so he wouldn't go insane and Killian was unable to refuse being too bored and too eager to prove himself to Red.
Although there was only so many times he could beat the sheets before that became old. So she instructed him with cooking, instead. She'd bring him to the kitchen and would show him how to make different dishes. Killian knew the bare minimum on how to cook, only enough to survive really but he found it fascinating. Sure, it was difficult; he'd had many a turnip commit suicide off the table because he could only chop them or hold them down but not simultaneously. Stirring was difficult also, either having to steady the pot or stir the soup was a battle he constantly fought. considering its difficulties due to his missing limb, Red had wondered why he enjoyed it so much.
He'd simply shrug and say, "I like a challenge."
When Killian started to show improvements and developed his talents for cooking and even started experimenting, Red started to head to town more often, picking up supplies and trading some of her crops for materials or trifles - like a ruby stone - and in one instance visit her granny. Killian was surprisingly touched when she brought him back a pair of leather boots that instantly appealed to him. A feeling of gratitude plagued him for the entire night; it felt deeper than mere gratefulness. It kept him up and in the morning when he got out of bed Red was instantly concerned for him – which did not help the growing feelings inside him.
As the days went by Killian grew stronger and stronger. Each day he could walk further, stand longer and the muscles had begun to build again. Yet, he never left. He rarely even considered too, only when he was abruptly reminded of his crew did he truly consider it. It had almost been a month since Killian first met Red, since the attack of the wolf, and he knew his crew wouldn't wait much longer.
The tension grew in-between his shoulder blades and he wondered why he didn't want to leave, why returning to the ship held little appeal for him. The seas would always call to him, this he wouldn't bother to deny, but there as something about this place… it felt like home.
He searched every nook and cranny, looking for whatever it was that tied him there. He searched through draws, under beds, even under the rug but nothing tugged at his heartstrings in any significant way. He searched outside, the hot day; stress and work causing sweat beads to roll down his forehead. He tore through the garden, looking for anything that it could be. Whatever it was, surely Red would let him take it with him-
"Red." He realized abruptly.
Killian didn't think he had ever frozen so quickly in his life. His blood chilled in his veins, his heart suddenly skipped a beat and his joints stiffened. Red, dear god! Red, it was Red.
He collapsed onto his knees in the sodden dirt patches in shock. No, he couldn't be in love with Red. He loved Milah – his one true love. His mind swam back to the events as she lay heartless in his arms, proclaiming her love for him one last time; her very final words for him only. He hadn't said it back; in fact, he'd never said it before that day either.
Suddenly, Killian wasn't so sure about Milah anymore.
But Red.
With her wide, emerald, doe eyes and her plump lips that pulled into a beaming smile. The simple thought of them tugged at his heart - in a significant way. It all made sense, there was nothing in this house that called to Killian in any way, shape or form. It was its occupant. The beautiful, kind, compassionate Red. He was undoubtedly in love with her.
He shot from his knees and onto his feet, rushing back into the house, and into Reds room. He retrieved the ruby stone that Red had bought whimsically and ran outside. It was almost midday, and he wanted it to be finished before she returned.
He created a small fire, and melting a steel buckle from his old belt, he slowly crafted a thin chain and backing. It was just before nightfall when, in his hands, he held a ruby necklace. It wasn't the best craftsmanship but he hadn't really expected perfection but it was better quality than he had hoped for. Killian couldn't wait to see the look on Reds face when she saw it!
Realizing it was getting dark; he returned inside but couldn't take his eyes of the necklace. He couldn't rip the smile off his face either. Lighting the oil lamp, Killian exhaled a deep breath, he felt as though a weight had lifted off him, as though the comprehension of loving Red made him serene.
He abruptly stopped lighting the lamp. It was close to dark – Red was never that late.
Sheer horror gripped him.
Little red riding hood
I'd like to hold you if I could
But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't
Killian followed the road to the village, huffing and puffing as exhaustion hit him. He didn't know how far she might have been or if she'd even left the town, but he needed to find her. His instincts were telling him something was wrong and though his instinct rarely reared its head, he'd never ignored it. His strength was quickly leaving him but he pushed his body hard and refused to let his body become traitor again.
Killian suddenly paused, listening. He heard voices in the near distance, they were raucous, jeering and sounded almost lewd…
A fear Killian had never felt before overwhelmed him and he shot off faster than lightening towards the sounds. What he found was what he'd been dreading. There, just off the main road, was his beautiful Red, surrounded by taunting men. There were six of them. They were big and burly and if their swaying and slurring was any indication – intoxicated. They circled Red, and were slowly getting closer. Red's eyes were fearful as they jumped between her pursuers. She fiddled with the string of her hood nervously.
Killian cursed his lack of weapon and searched frantically for anything he could substitute. He felt relief and incredulousness when he saw the lewd men's wagon on the road, a sword sticking out plain in sight. Seriously, you leave your belongings and a weapon in the middle of the road to be stolen? What Imbeciles!
"Leave me alone." Killian heard her demand but her voice slightly quivered.
Wasting no time, he tore the sword from its sheath and rushed towards Red. Just when he was within eyeshot he could hear them exchange final words.
"Or what?"
Just as Killian struck the first man, the other ripped off her cloak, eliciting a screech from her.
Killian slashed the throat of the man closest to him who was gurgled on his own blood. One. Before the others were even aware of what was happening, he pierced the heart of another one who fell screaming. Two. Aware that they were under attack now, they drunkenly attacked him from all sides. The one to his left he sliced across face bringing him to the floor before spinning expertly and beheading another one, before turning back and running the other one the whose face he'd sliced. Three. Four. The other attacked him from behind but Killian skillfully parried the blow and returned it with a fatal blow of his own. Five – one more. There, standing behind Red, was the quavering bastard. Without any reservations, his waltz up and stabbed him in the abdomen, giving the sword a new permanent sheath in his gut. Six.
Killian instantly rushed to Red's side. She was shaking abnormally. Was she hurt or simply in shock?
"Red!" he yelled, she didn't even look up.
"My cloak!" she scream hysterical. "My cloak!"
Killian didn't understand her need for her famous red cloak but he hurriedly snatched it up for her and wrapped it around her shoulders. She was frantic in her attempts to cover herself up, and even pushed him away from her, which hurt more than he was willing to admit. Her trembling slowly subsided and Killian knelt down next to her, turning her head towards him, but she wouldn't look at him. Killian could have sworn he saw her eyes glow golden but he couldn't be sure. It must have been a flick of the light… in the dead of the night…
There were more important things at hand though.
Her hysteria and desperation to cover herself with her hooded cloak brought forth more questions then he wanted to ask but he needed to know the answer to one.
"Have they touched you before?" he asked through clenched teeth, trying to remain calm for her but wanting to rip their throats out all over again.
She looked up at him, dead in the eye, and even though her own eyes were watery and slightly bloodshot they were adamant. "Never."
His body sagged with relief. He brought her into his arms and held her tight, he was afraid she might reject his embrace, but she nestled closer. For a man who'd never felt more weak, he felt strong. Although it strained his long disused muscles, he forced himself up, bringing her with him. They stayed like that for many minutes, simply in peace in one another's arms but Killian knew they had to move.
"We should head back."
She shook her head lazily. "No, it's a warm night, let's stay here. Besides I like sleeping in the woods."
Killian wanted nothing more than to agree and fall into blissful slumber with her in his arms, but all he had to do was glance two feet away and know they'd regret it in the morning. Killian didn't know how quickly bodies decomposed but he still didn't want her to wake up surrounded by corpses.
He probed her softly, smiling when he noticed she was already slumbering, so he gently lifted her, ignoring the harsh protesting of his body, and walked deeper into the forest.
If Red wanted to sleep in the forest, they'd sleep in the forest.
A safe distance away, Killian found a small clearing and laid down, bringing Red to his chest. She stirred slightly in the process and her gorgeous green eyes met his cerulean ones.
"Just a blacksmith?"
"Yeah, well, there are some things you don't know about me."
Instead of investigating, she laughed tenderly before returning to the world of dreams, her soft breathing gently soothing him to sleep too.
What a big heart I have
The better to love you with
Little red riding hood
Even bad wolves can be good
Their relationship changed after that day.
Red would grace him with a swift kiss on the cheek whenever she left and a sweet embrace every time she returned. They would cook together, whenever she was home, she would hold the vegetables and he would chop them, she would hold the pot and he would stir. Suddenly, everything they did together on a daily basis was so much more intimate. Her fingers would play with his whenever they ate at the table, and whenever she had saw him glaring at his stumped arm she'd give it a feather light kiss. Whenever she spoke forlornly about her granny he'd wrap his arms around her from behind and she would lean into him. He would help her with the gardening, even though he hated half the crops they would harvest, crinkling his nose and her laughingly flicking it. They went on short walks and always held hands and occasionally bumped hips. Things had changed.
But, by far his favorite change was that they slept in the same bed every night.
They would clean the remains of dinner and sweep out the fire place, making sure the embers burned bright or were snuffed out. They would change into their night clothes and would meet in his room. They would crawl into bed and talk lightly for a while. But Red, always basked in his warmth, would become groggy. He would give her a kiss on the forehead and she would hum contentedly before sleeping. Waking up to her snoozing next to him wasn't awful either. Her brown bed hair pointing in every direction and her soft mumbling was easily the most adorable thing he'd ever seen.
One morning, as he made breakfast for them, he could hear her fumbling around in the rooms, looking for something, and quite obviously not finding it. Killian watched the eggs cook, wondering if they would burn if he checked on her. But the noise ended and Killian dismissed it. The eggs were finished moments later.
"Red, food!" he called, pausing for a moment waiting for her excited response but hearing nothing.
Curiosity got the better of him as he searched the rooms, abandoning the eggs to go cold. He found her in their room, back towards him looking out the window.
"Everything alright, Red?"
She didn't answer just kept looking out the window. Intrigued by what could possibly pique her interest enough to not notice him he looked over her shoulder and out the window. Nothing was there. There was nothing but the trees, the bark and grass that were always there.
He resting his hand on her shoulder, "Red, what is the matter?"
Red slowly turned in his arms and Killian panicked when he saw tears streaming down her porcelain face. He urgently wiped them, his eyes encouraging her to speak to him.
She said nothing, but looked at her hands; which held the ruby necklace.
Killian was suddenly embarrassed. He planned to give it to her but when they returned the next day after her assault in the woods he just couldn't bring himself to give it to her, so he tossed it in the draw without giving it a second thought. She had found it.
"You bought me this?" she asked, croaking slightly.
Killian shook his head, earning a frown which burst into a teary smile at his next words. "I made it."
She gave a disbelieving smile. She ran her fingertips over the stone and chain as though it were made of the softest silk. She tenderly handled it before raising it to her throat and putting it on, clasping it.
She wrapped her arms around him and clutched him tightly. Her breathy words of thanks were all the gratitude he needed.
"I wish you could have put it on for me." She said wistfully.
Killian tensed slightly at the unintentional stab at his pride, but he knew it was meant to be a harmless comment so he simply held her tighter.
"I wish I could have too."
They stayed like that for several minutes before Red's stomach announced its hunger and demanded to be fed promptly. They chuckled faintly before releasing each other and leaving to eat their now cold eggs on butter-less toast. One of Red's hands drew random patterns on his stump.
Soon, as was necessary, Red left for town, they were running low on heartier food and they'd just finished the last of their eggs that morning. Although Killian told her she didn't have to go, they both knew he couldn't survive happily of those infernal vegetables. So it was with a heavy heart he let her go.
As the hours went by, Killian worked on this and that to pass the time. He worked on the garden for a bit, although he grew quickly bored of its repetitious nature; water, pluck weeds, water…
Eventually, he was moving around the house fixing anything that needed to be fixed. Red's chair had a squeak when used, the roof corner in the kitchen looked ready to cave in if a storm hit, one of the doors were a little stiff, the steps into the house had a tiny hole and Red couldn't open her bedroom window. But the tasks ran out quickly, and Killian grew bored.
He sat at the table, listing off things to do but he came up empty. He was bored rigid. Killian had never been bored on the ship-
The ship! He hadn't thought about the ship in so long! The – his, he corrected - crew even less! Would they still be at the docks waiting for him? He wasn't sure and he had no idea exactly how much time had passed since he last saw them that it was impossible to know! He couldn't let them think he had abandoned them! He stood quickly and rushed out the door, he was halfway across the garden before he saw a bright red blob in the distance.
He knew intuitively that it was Red. The woman he loved more than anything. But the sea! – The crew! His internal battle was fierce and demanding and Killian had half a mind to run from both of them. He had an obligation to his men; to lead them into riches and never abandon them.
But as he watched the beautiful Red walk down the road he couldn't ignore the pulling in his gut telling him he also had an obligation to his heart. The inner conflict seemed never ending but when she was finally in clear sight, when her luminous smile lit up her face as she saw him and her bright eyes showed her glee he knew there was no real battle to begin with. The victor was always the same and always would be.
He clenched his eyes shut with guilt. His men would just have to forgive him.
She picked up her pace and threw her arms wide open; obviously expecting the habitual embrace that always followed her return. Throwing caution and care to the wind, he sprinted towards her and when she was finally within distance he scooped her up and lifted her high, thrilled from her surprised yelp.
"Killian!" she cried in amazement.
Without giving her a chance to respond, he pressed his lips against hers and reveled in her squeal of astonishment. She barely needed a moment to grasp her bearings before she returned the kiss with more fever then him. Killian was in wonder the entire time as he tasted her lush lips for the first time ever. Her lips massaged his and Killian gave a startled shout when she nipped him. She simply smiled coquettishly before pressing their lips together again. He couldn't help sniggering against her lips and before they knew it they were both laughing in pure delight. Their breathing was heavy and Red rested her forehead against his.
"I've wanted to do that for a while now."
He raised a mischievous eyebrow, "only for a while?"
She grinned up at him. "No, much longer than that."
Their lips met again.
Red intertwined her fingers with his as she led him onwards to the house. When they entered, she left the basket by the door, before placing a feather light kiss on his lips. She didn't need to say anything, her dark eyes said it all and for the first time Killian felt compelled to ask, "Are you sure?"
She simply smiled, kissed him again and without breaking that kiss, pulled him to what was now their bedroom.
I try to keep satisfied
Just to walk close by your side
Maybe you'll see things my way
'Fore we get to Grandma's place
They had simply lain in bed, nude as the day they were born, one not wanting to accept the disruption of their little haven. Killian had held her tightly, not willing to let her go just yet. He'd quickly discovered just how adventurous she was during those enchanting days and as exhausting as it was, he was not willing to leave their cocoon just yet. She was a vixen, through and through and just the memory of their activities shot a shiver down his spine and to his nether regions. A week of her, he decided easily, just wasn't enough.
"Killian," she playfully whined, "I need to go."
He shook his head, his stubble tickling her bare stomach.
"Killian…" Red warned.
He shook his head again, his stubble tempering her thoughts and determination to get up.
"Killian," she groaned, "don't or I'll never leave."
So he did it again, only at a slightly more sensitive spot.
Her eyes flung open wide as she shot up. "Killian!"
He chuckled gleefully, "You asked for it."
"I wasn't thinking clearly!"
"That was obvious."
She whacked him slightly over the head although her scolding look had no steam behind it. She sighed dramatically and stood from the bed, Killian watching her every move as she dressed.
"She can't wait another week?" he begged.
"No, I was supposed to be there days ago."
"But she's not exactly expecting you."
"I told her I'd be there within the next two weeks," she said fully dressed and kissing his nose, "that was almost two weeks ago."
"You have time then. What am I going to do while you're gone?"
She laughed brightly and kissed his lips. "You'll find something to do, I'm sure. I'll only be gone three days."
Killian grumbled. "I still don't see why I can't come with you."
Red sighed, "You don't understand…"
"What don't I understand? Why can't you explain it to me?"
Red bit her lip and treaded carefully. "She's incredibly over protective…"
"Red-"
"No," she interrupted, giving him one last kiss, "no more of this – at least not until I come back."
Killian pressed his lips against hers softly and in quick succession. "When you get back then." His eyes held no room for debate.
Red nodded reluctantly. With one last kiss, she left.
The next couple of days Killian was sure death by boredom was a completely plausible and possible death. He was obviously just not that bored but it sure felt like it. He spent most of it knitting. Yes, knitting. Red had left her needles and thread out so Killian was knitting. Even he was having trouble admitting he was knitting. It was not bloody easy either. He'd discovered that most of the materials she had were red – big surprise – so he thought he'd make her something. It was a complete bloody disaster. It was supposed to be a hood, similar to the one she always wore with the exception of having sleeves. It was getting chillier, and Killian was sure that her hood would not keep the cold out. However, one sleeve was longer than the other and that one was wider. He'd also, somehow, buggered up the length of the cloak. That should have been the easiest part .He wouldn't even look at the hood, an absolute failure that was. So there it lay, sprawled on the far corner of the floor because he couldn't bear looking at the atrocity. Then he'd pick it up and try again, only for it to end up worse than before – if that was at all possible but obviously it was. So much frustration and disappointment had built up over those hours that Killian even had nightmares of the damn thing!
So Killian couldn't be blamed that at dusk on the second day, when she entered the house, he'd just about jumped out of his own skin.
"Red!" he hollowed in relief. "Thank goodness your back!" he ran up and embraced her, swinging her around in a circle, before hugging her close. How could he not be excited that she was home early?!
She clung to him just a little tighter than usual which instantly set Killian on alarm. He pulled her away at arm's length only to see her tearstained face. He instantly went from elated to panicking.
"Red, what is it, what's wrong?" had she come across more men in the woods? Oh, gods… please no.
She shook her head, as though she could hear his thoughts.
"Red, please, tell me!" he pleaded desperate.
"Granny knows." she told him.
He paused, marginally confused. "I thought you weren't going to tell her?" Killian questioned, that was why he didn't go along after all.
She shrugged, "She already knew. She said she noticed the second I walked through the door."
"How?"
Red chuckled in amazement. "The necklace was a pretty good indicator but she said 'because I looked incredibly happy. The kind of happiness only love could bring.'"
His heart stopped for a second and he watched her eyes for any lies as he asked, "Do I make you happy, Red?"
Her gaze was full of love as she answered, "You make me happiest."
Killian released a breath he didn't realize he was holding and clutched her tightly, the knowledge bringing him more happiness than he ever thought it could. He cradled her head on his shoulder as he pressed kisses to the crown of her head.
"Why are you crying then?"
She breathed in deeply as though she were steeling herself, and stole another kiss from his lips before stepping out of his arms.
"Because I'm about to lose you."
Killian's eyes had gone comically wide. "Whatever makes you say that?"
"Because Granny's told me to tell you the truth."
She bit her lip and slowly moved towards a chest next to the door, as though every step she took was similar to walking on spikes. She opened and rummaged through it before retrieving something. Killian inhaled in shock.
His hook.
Did she have it all this time? Why hadn't she given it to him? How did she get it? It was stuck in the wolf's side after all – had she actually succeeded killing it?
Her fingers traced it delicately, careful not to cut herself but still clasping it desperately.
"I believe this is yours – Captain Hook." She placed it in his outstretched palm before distancing herself again, he immediately attached it. "I knew from the beginning."
Killian looked back and forth from his hook to his love completely baffled.
"I don't understand-?"
Red cut him off in a hurried speech, "I'm lucky that it was steel and wasn't silver." She told him much to Killian's puzzlement. It must of shown because she lifted her tunic just enough to reveal her scar.
Killian had seen it many times over the past week, even kissed it, but whatever she was trying to tell him, simply wasn't clicking. Seeing this, she grabbed his hook and placed it at the scar, gently scrapping it against her skin before he could retract his arm.
"Red! What are you doing?" he pulled his hook far away from her and rubbed smooth circles over the scratched but not split skin.
"That's where you stabbed me."
For horrible moment the world collapsed around him. Killian ran through his memories one at a time, carefully going over each second with her desperately trying to find the time he'd stabbed her. He found none. Looking at her scar, though he could see that whatever had damaged her was not flat or smooth but rather a jagged wound that had healed awkwardly from neglectful treatment, he tried to think of a weapon that could cause such a wound. Although Killian would bet his life there were many, the only one that came to mind was his hook.
"Red, this isn't funny." He choked.
She nodded in agreement. "No, it's not."
"When?" he asked, acknowledging the fact he'd at some point hurt her. Had he gone mad? Truly mad and attacked her in a blind rage he couldn't remember? Dear god, why hadn't she killed him or at the very least cast him out!
She timidly removed her red hood and passed it to him.
"I've worn it since before I can remember." She recounted, "ever since I was little Granny always warned me about taking it off. She told me it was to protect me – from the wolves." She broke off at the end.
Killian nodded, that would explain how she saved him and how she gained the hood – it was enchanted to protect her from them.
"But it wasn't to protect me. Not really. It was to protect others." Killian was confused again.
When he saw her beginning to cry again his protective side broke free and he reached out to console her but she flinched back, rejecting him.
"One night, I took it off. I was happy and peaceful one minute and the next – I was lying naked in the snow, blood all over me, with parts of an intestine stuck to my fingernails."
Killian listen horrified at the story, wondering how such a thing could come to pass, and from a hooded cloak.
"Why-?"
"Surely you've heard of the ones that can transform into wolves?"
"Of course I have but what does that have to do with-"he cut himself off with horrified realization, "No…"
She wouldn't meet his eyes and they stayed trained to the uninteresting floorboards.
"No, Red…" he choked.
"Yes, it was me that night in the woods. I can't always control it. When I'm scared, threatened or caught unawares I transform. I become nothing but a mindless beast, incapable of any rational thoughts other than killing and feeding. I'm a monster." She voice hitched.
"I almost killed you…" Killian agonized.
Red's head snapped up and she spat viciously, "Did you not hear what I just said? I'm a mindless beast that would kill you than enjoy eating you and you are hurt that you almost killed me?" she scoffed. "I would have killed you! And one full moon without that hood I still could."
Killian stared at her as though he'd never seen her before. He could see the pain behind her eyes, the fear, the self-loathing but the desperation was dominant. She wanted him to stay, and he was surprised to find he still wanted to as well.
Red's back was turned to him now, and she sobbed visibly but soundlessly at the belief that he would leave. Angered by her lack of faith in him but strangely touched at her anguish he marched towards her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. She stiffened quicker and stiffer than he had ever seen and violently struggled against him but he kissed her head full of hair wherever he could reach while slowly making his way to hear ear.
"I love you, Red. I'm not going anywhere."
She collapsed where she stood as though the weight of the world was suddenly lifted and Killian cradled her to him. Her fingers were clenched around his tunic and it was instantly soaked through with her tears. Killian kissed every part of her face he could reach, expressing his love through his actions instead of words. Her body wrecked with sobs that he knew she had long since prepared herself to be weeping over heartbreak instead of relieved joy. She was crying so heavily her breath caught for far too long for his liking. Eventually she was reduced to painful hiccups and sagging limbs. But she whispered to him repetitively as though she could never say it enough.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you…"
He just rocked her back and forth, shushing her like she had done him.
"Shh. It's okay. It's okay."
When she was finally spent of her tears, Killian lifted her up and took her to their room. Not bothering to change either of them, he crawled into bed, and pulled her close to him. Her shape fit perfectly, as though she'd been there for years and had burrowed her own spot against him. He kissed her forehead before smiling against her skin. He sighed contently as her gentle breathing relaxed him better than any music could and lulling him into an easy sleep.
Little red riding hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything a big bad wolf could want
"But you're her friend, surely that means something."
"She won't have a criminal in her kingdom if she can help it and that's that."
"Ex-criminal."
"Won't matter to the guards."
Killian recoiled, he knew that would come back to haunt him. He sighed heavily and rested his head on his arms while on the opposite side of the table she crossed her arms in a pointless display of aggravation but Killian knew she was simply trying to hide how effected she was by the news.
She worried her lips slightly before sighing resolutely. "I won't go."
"No," Killian instantly replied, "It's your best friend's wedding – you have to go."
"Snow will understand."
"Understand what exactly? That you can't go to her wedding, the most important day of any girls life, because your charming lover – excuse me, criminal lover – won't be able to walk two feet into the palace without being arrested. But then again, you can't exactly tell her about me anyway. Pirate, remember? Not quite the boast worthy beau."
Red glared at him under her hood. "I'm trying! But if anyone finds out who you really are you'll be arrested or killed and excuse me for not wanting to see your dead corpse!"
Killian sighed, "You have to go either way."
"I don't have to go – Snow will understand if I tell her I'm unable to attend due to complications of my - other nature." Despite her reassurances of not having to go, Killian could see in her eyes that she wanted to attend.
"Red, go. You'll regret it otherwise."
Red scoffed slightly, "last time I was gone for barely two days and you were bouncing with glee when you saw me return, this isn't a few days, Killian. This will be at the very least a month."
She stressed the point well and though Killian knew he'd go mad with boredom fairly quickly, he'd survive. As much as he wanted her here and to give into his selfish nature and never let her leave again Killian knew that he'd only suffocate her.
"I can't believe they're getting married." She said, shaking her head in disbelief.
Killian raised his eyebrow. "Really? From what you've told me I'm surprised they aren't already."
"Technically, they already are."
"Well, for royalty they sure are the patient type." He stated sarcastically.
Red whacked him, "That's not what I meant and you know it. They were married in front of Charming's mother; this is just the official ceremony so that the entire kingdom can see."
Killian stood and walked over to her, prompting her to rise and enter his embrace.
"You should go – she'll need you."
Red sighed deeply. "Yes, she will."
They stayed silent in each other's arms for a while, neither willing to release the other.
"Are you sure I can't come?"
"Killian…"
"Alright, alright, can't blame a bloke for trying."
The next day, they were in the exact same position, outside the house with the sun beginning to peek over the hills, dreading the long duration they'd be apart. The past few days had seen Red changing her mind about going only for Killian to suavely convince her otherwise. But she left without a hitch and Killian waited for the day she'd be back in his arms.
Many trivial activities later, she returned after one month and a week. He had gathered her up and in his arms spun her around wildly, her laughter music to his ears. He pressed his lips to any flesh he could reach and couldn't detach himself from her.
As they had lain in the bed hours later, Red excitedly told him about the wedding. She spoke of the flowers, the music, and the guest but mostly about the beautiful bride. When it came to telling him of the vows Red had stumbled over her words and seemed to be leaving parts out but overall it was a brilliant day in her life.
"I wish I could have been there."
She gave a grim smile, one that perplexed him greatly, "Yeah, that would have been great."
Time passed as it always did for them, full of happiness. Killian told Red of his adventures across the sea and her wide eyed delight always encouraged him to tell her the finer details in the most extravagant ways. Sometimes, when their spirits where high they'd act them out together or even create their own adventures within the confines of their home – Killian had wondered more than once whether or not they'd gone mad but it made her pleased so he didn't put an end to it.
A few months had passed since the wedding when Red had sprinted down the road, wide grin and beaming eyes in place, flinging a letter around madly. She hugged him tightly and although didn't know what news she had, her excitement was contagious.
"Snow's with child!" she exclaimed happily.
Killian tensed briefly, and looked at her intently. Red's exterior was happy for her friend and Killian was certain that she was genuinely thrilled for her friend, but she had sadness behind her eyes that he knew would have been there since she heard the news.
If Killian's calculations were correct, they'd been together intimately for at least six to seven months and more often than not. Killian was no expert on those sorts of things but he was fairly certain in terms of fertility – that wasn't a good sign. Sure, he'd been presented with the idea before from desperate women who had no husband and wanted a beautiful child with a handsome man and even Milah had propositioned him once – all of which he had flatly rejected. But with Red… He hadn't even given it a thought that they could end up with a child but now that it had entered his head it wouldn't leave. A child… both his and Reds… but however much the thought suddenly appealed to him, as he caressed her ever flat stomach he couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. If it hadn't happened already who says it would? Judging by Reds slightly haunted eyes Killian dare say it had been on her mind frequently, and was a poignant issue for her.
He opened his mouth to speak but Reds frantic shaking of her head stopped him. As always, she knew were his thoughts were headed. She brought her hands to his neck and stroked the skin there.
"I don't want to think about it."
With that the conversation ended, and the topic turned to Snow's upcoming baby. The entire time they spoke with smiles but both had thoughts lingering to the other more painful topic. It was out in the open and although neither wanted to rein it back in they didn't want to broach the painful subject either.
They had simply lain together that night, arms wrapped together and eyes wide open. As time went on the topic became a shadow of doubt in the back of their mind often dismissed. They only needed each other and that was that. The slight awkwardness that had come with the revelation had dissipated and they were back to the affectionate and loving couple they always were.
Only with dreams and nightmares of a life full of children that would never come.
It was a peaceful and sunny day when it happened. Red's sensitive hearing had picked up on incoming horses, and Killian had been shooed to their room while she stood by the window, waiting to see if she would recognize the intruders.
She did.
"Doc! Sneezy!" she called, rushing out of the house.
The two rode on small ponies with a third one – a horse – followed closely behind them. They dismounted their horses in time to return Reds hugs but they were quick to speak in urgent but soft tones. Killian leaned as far as he could out the window all the while staying out of sight but to his frustration couldn't hear a word. One would pause to sneeze often but the other would continue talking in quick succession and with each word that passed his mouth Reds eyes grew wider in horror filled shock.
Suddenly, Red was racing towards the house and Killian met her in the middle of the kitchen. She was still running when they met midway and Killian had to catch her when she couldn't stop. Her breathing was labored and her eyes terrified.
Red didn't need permission to started speaking.
"It's Snow and the baby. I don't know exactly what's going on but Grumpy told Sneezy and Doc to find me and bring me to the palace – we'll be stopping by Granny's to bring her along too." She started moving around the house frantically, throwing any bare necessities she could find and tossing them into her basket. "The Evil Queen is trying something, she's making due with her threat!"
"What threat?" Killian demanded.
"The threat she made at Snow and Charming's wedding!"
Killian's eyes narrowed to slits. "She threatened you?"
Red threw her arms up exasperated. "Now isn't the time! Snow needs me!"
Killian nodded, rushing to their room and grabbing his boots and sword before returning to the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" she asked him anxious.
"What does it look like?" he said, tossing some bread into the basket, "I'm coming with you."
Red shook her head frantically, "No, no, no, no, no, no! You are not! It's too dangerous!"
"Exactly! I know there's no way I'm convincing you out of this and you don't have a hope in hell in making me stay here like some fretting housewife worried sick about you!"
Her eyes were desperate, "You have to stay here!"
"I'm not staying!" he roared at her.
Red shook her head as tears streamed down her face. "I can't get you involved in this."
"Too bad." He told her stubbornly.
She was abruptly in his arms, clinging to him tightly, her fingers wound in his hair as she desperately pressed her lips to his. As quick as it started it finished.
"I love you." She told him, and before Killian could take notice of the fry pan that sat threating in her palm, she smacked it across his head.
His eyes met darkness even though his ears could hear her heartbreaking sobs.
Little red riding hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone
Killian stood at the helm of his ship and groaned in annoyance.
Mr. Smee was once again talking about some far off, untouchable treasure that he'd just love to get his grimy hands on. Honestly, he spoke about pieces of meaningless nothings as though he were talking about discovering the passage to the fountain of youth.
Killian looked over the horizon and felt a stab of pain. That sunset marked the first month Red was gone from him and not to mention her knocking him out cold with a pan of all things – he did not appreciate the humor. He was furious with her at first. Knocking him out, sending word to Mr. Smee to come find him and waking to that annoying man lightly slapping him across the face to rouse him was a brilliant way to anger any pirate. Her letter calmed him down considerably, saying that she didn't want him to be bored while she was gone so she had sent for Mr. Smee to come fetch him – although he's fairly convinced she marooned him on the ship in the middle of the sea so he couldn't come after her. She promised that when she began heading home she'd let him know and they'd return there together.
He still had that letter, safe in his pocket, occasionally reading it when he found he had missed her a little more dearly that day then others. He missed her especially when there was a full moon, when they'd lie together in bed only separated by her red hood.
But still, waking to Mr. Smee instead of his beautiful Red would be a huge shock for anyone and he was still a bit miffed about it.
He was surprised to learn that the crew had abandoned the ship instead of taking it. But Mr. Smee assured him that although they had considered it – they had opted to leave it behind in case their captain returned in need of it.
His new crewmembers weren't all that different from the last, but he had a connection with his old crewmates, whether it was memories and experiences or elsewise Killian didn't know – but he'd bond with the new ones in time.
"They say she's one of the most powerful women in the world! Not as strong as… some -" Mr. Smee cut off, flinching nearly at mentioning the Dark One in front of his captain, "but powerful all the same. Rumours are she originated from the ocean and now resides deep in the southern islands, maybe she was a siren that's lost her once astonishing beauty-"
"Enough." Killian cut him off disinterested. Honestly, who cares about some sea siren when he had more important things to worry about?
Mr. Smee complied and left to go below deck. Killian basked in the silence.
He missed Red horribly. He wasn't ashamed to admit it to himself, but he was very careful to withhold information about his love from his men. He didn't want to needlessly risk her. He wouldn't.
He reached in his pocket and retrieved her letter to him, now crinkled with faded writing. He didn't quite know it by heart but even if he did, seeing her penmanship fade into thin illegible words would crush him. He read it over and over, sometimes backwards to pass the time and before he knew it the lamps had been lit to fill the night sky.
"Capt'n!" a voice bellow bellowed.
Instantly to attention, Killian called back, "What is it?"
"Look to the North!"
Grabbing his spyglass, Killian looked listlessly into the dark northern sky but couldn't see anything.
But, there was something moving through the air, a strange smoke that moved too fast without any wind and was too bright and almost shimmered. It fell over the land it reached, miles away from them, but always the cautious one of his ship, Killian ordered them to sail further south.
Despite his calm and collective manner, Killian was panicking within, his stomach was threatening to push up all the food he had ever eaten in his life and he was breathing so hard he thought for certain his lungs would collapse.
Red was north.
They had set sail to port – any port – immediately. All crewmembers were sent around searching for any information about the haze that filled the night sky. The rumors had spread far and wide and surprisingly all the same; everyone within distance of the Evil Queen's curse was sent 'somewhere horrible'. To where exactly – no one knew.
This of course led Killian into a wild frenzy, looking for anything to bring Red back or take him to her. Three years would pass with him going from settlement to settlement, town to town, village to village looking for anyone who could help before he admitted he was getting nowhere. So, when the first attack of ogres hit the savaged land, Killian took his crew back to Neverland. More years passed there, nothing. Not even the slightest glimmer of hope. Before he knew it, fifteen years had passed him by.
Fifteen years.
Fifteen miserable years. Fifteen years without Red, the love of his life, or even knowing if she was alright. If he was honest, Killian was fairly certain he'd gone a little mad in that time; which he wouldn't doubt if someone accused him of being but without Red he was just a lost sailor looking for his lost love in the oceans waves.
Mr. Smee broke Killian's bemoaning with his own, as he entered the captains quarters without any invitation.
"Miserable mermaids! There was no need to get offended when I call them sirens! Even if they don't like them! It was supposed to be a compliment!"
Killian was prepared to ignore his first mates ramblings until the word 'siren' caught his attention and tickled at his memory.
They say she's one of the most powerful women in the world! Not as strong as… some - but powerful all the same. Rumours are she originated from the ocean and now resides deep in the southern islands, maybe she was a siren that's lost her once astonishing beauty-
"Smee," he said, hope rising in his chest. "What was it you used to say about that sea witch?"
Mr. Smee paused for a moment, gathering all the information he had in his mind before offering it.
"A fair bit actually. Why, Capt'n?"
"We're off to find her." Killian told him, rushing out to the deck.
"Off to find- what?!" Mr. Smee stumbled after him, "Capt'n, are you sure that's wise?"
Killian shook his head, "No, but I'm going anyway." He stood at the helm and gave orders, "Get ready to set sail, mates! We're going home!"
What big eyes you have
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad
Just to see that you don't get chased
I think I oughta walk with you for a ways
Whenever Killian had wondered about the physical appearance of the sea witch – which wasn't often – he pictured a mermaid, scaly, fishy and dangerously deceptive.
He'd received many descriptions of her over his course of searching for her – most said she was a sea creature, resembling the fearful kraken. Others said she had the most persuasive and alluring voice to ever be heard. Most agreed, however, that no matter how beautiful or hideous she may look, she was bound to be ugly within. A woman or creature of pure wickedness.
After all, who would ever get cast out of Atlantica?
This creature before him was not what he expected. Like he was told her lower body resembled that of the kraken, tentacles that flowed in the water beneath them. Her upper body was purely of a humanoid woman, if one could overlook the purple skin, silver hair and inhuman beauty. Her voice was up to par with the local rumors, a haunting melody he was sure he would never forget – it irked him.
How beautiful or ugly she was internally, he had yet to find out. His boots sloshed in the water as he approached her, she stood behind her cauldron, and perhaps it was a defensive tactic so that anyone who planned to harm her never had a clear shot. Clever. Mr. Smee, who had stupidly found his courage at an inconvenient time had insisted on coming, was trembling and fretting over everything that moved. Even Killian could admit the human-like weeds disturbed him – even more so when they latched onto him.
"Sea witch," he addressed her.
She chuckled, "Few address me by that insulting title, Hook."
Killian shrugged, "I'm not one for pleasantries."
"Good, for neither am I." her melodious voice responded. "Now, from what my little darlings have told me, you seek a portal to another world, is that correct?"
"Yes."
"Then I'm afraid I cannot help you," she told him, but before he could furiously reply, she continued, "I can however sent you there."
Hope rose in his chest.
"Beware, however," she cautioned, "It will not be permanent."
"Then why am I here?!" he thundered.
She spoke as though it was obvious, "Your girl, of course. Your one true love. There is a way to send someone temporarily, but if someone has no ties to that world then it's not possible through my method. However strong a tie love is, it's not the bond required here. Those already there are bound by the curse, you are not. Therefore, it's only temporary."
Killian growled softly. "How long?"
If Killian was only given a year with her or even a month he would be happy with the deal.
"Three hours." Killian gave an indignant cry but the sea witch silenced him, "Do you not want to know how she's been these past -what was it - twenty-three years? My, my, much time has passed hasn't it? Wouldn't you want to know that she was alive, breathing? Heaven forbid even happy?"
He recoiled but even Killian could not resist the temptation. "How much do you want?"
She laughed her sweet laugh and battered her hand at him, as though the question was truly amusing. "It's not a matter of money, Hook. However, it's not something for nothing, you know."
"What's your price?"
"In this…" she paused, unsure of how to phrase it, "Storybrooke, there will be an object I require of great importance. Bring it back to me."
"What makes you think I'll find it and bring it back? By that stage I'll already have what I want."
She smiled evilly, "I could send someone else to find your precious Red and slit her delicate throat."
Killian clenched his fists tightly; that, evil, ugly old hag.
"What is it?"
She hummed her satisfaction, "It's a leather bound book stitched with golden string. Filled inside are lists of names and alternative ones. It will be inside a place called a 'pawn shop'."
Killian nodded before turning to Mr. Smee, "Did you understand that?"
Confused, Mr. Smee nodded. "Why?"
"You're coming with me."
"I'm what?!" he asked, even the sea witch looked curious.
"I'm not prancing around in a land I don't know looking for a book that is who knows where when I only have three precious hours to find the one I love. I'm not wasting a moment."
The sea witch looked at him intently before shrugging, as long as she received the book, it made no difference to her. She waved her hands and a contract appeared in front of her.
"Sign it, if you will."
Killian Jones signed it.
Approaching them, she waved her purple hand over them, magically changing their clothes, only Killian's leather jacket remaining. She nodded in satisfaction before smiling wickedly at them.
"Enjoy your three hours."
What full lips you have
They're sure to lure someone bad
So until you get to Grandma's place
I think you oughta walk with me and be safe
They'd awoken on a dark road, darker than any they'd ever seen before and with strange white marking across it. There were red, yellow and green lights above them, changing constantly and strange oil lamps high along the entire length of the road. While Mr. Smee marveled at the wondrous objects that were before him, Killian was immediately spinning around on the spot looking for her familiar face.
Nothing, there was not a single person in sight.
"Smee," he yelled, grabbing the man's attention, "find the pawn shop and get the book." At Smee's nod, Killian ran off in a random direction.
He splashed through the gutters, vaguely aware that it was lightly raining and seemed to have been for a long time. He spotted a large clock high on a tower; it read five past ten o'clock. He was leaving at one.
He ran and ran and ran, looking into laminated windows trying to spot her but to no avail. No one even looked like anyone he knew. So frustrated Killian was that he barely noticed the man who limped passed him, who ironically was too distracted with his own thoughts of his true love to notice Killian either.
A bloodbath was somehow avoided and no one knew it.
Time was fading fast and the more time that went by the more panicked he became
Was she even here? Had the sea witch tricked him? Was she alive? Had she somehow died? Where was she? If she was here, was fate going to be cruel and only let him lay eyes on her? Would he even get to touch her?
He leaned against a wall and slid to the floor, aware that it was by now pouring rain. It barely affected him and it only seemed to suit his melancholy mood. The clock said it was midnight. He had only one hour left. Killian was exhausted, and as each moment past he felt tears build up behind his eyes, accepting that she may very well be dead. Why had he tortured himself by coming here? Why couldn't he have stayed well enough alone?
"Are you okay?" a voice entered his ears.
He looked up, readily prepared to tell the intruder to walk the plank before his eyes met her beautiful emerald ones. With an alarm that startled even him, he shot to his feet. She stepped back surprised by his abruptness, and carelessly slung her… weapon… thing… too close to him for comfort. He shot back, still in shock at seeing her porcelain face. Red…
"Shh, it's okay. It's okay; I'm not going hurt you. See," she sheathed the weapon, by pulling the bottom, which retracted the strange sail-like top. "I'm perfectly harmless."
He stared at her blankly still, amazed that she stood right in front of him, alive and barely aged a day, dressed strangely and with bizarre hair with tints of red but as beautiful as ever, he couldn't speak or move. Why wasn't she jumping in joy from seeing him for the first time in over twenty-three years? Why the bloody hell couldn't he open his mouth?
Seemingly aware that he wasn't going to – more so couldn't – speak, she held her hand out to him and told him, "I'm Ruby."
Ruby. Killian instinctively looked at his loves neck and found, wrapped around her slender throat was the very ruby necklace he had made her in a life she didn't appear to remember. He looked into her eyes and found the compassion that was always there, the kindness that was given freely but not the love. She didn't love him – not this Ruby.
She smiled – good god her smile –brightly and she delicately took his hand, lightly shaking it.
"Usually when someone gives their name it's polite to give your own."
As habit, he kissed her hand, rejoicing in her surprised blush before smirking cheekily.
"Unless of course I am disinclined to give you my name."
He may have appeared cool and calm on the outside but his insides were dancing and screaming at the brief contact of their hands and his feather light kiss.
She smiled coyly. "Well, I never liked polite people anyway."
He chuckled freely, aware of the tears that were building behind his eyes but desperate to conceal them. This woman, this Ruby, no matter how she looked or acted was not his Red. Despite every part of his being screamed it was. However, like Red, she seemed to read his mind and knew instantly something was wrong.
"You're not okay, are you?"
Killian shook his head, seeing no point in lying.
"No, I'm not."
She gave him a sympathetic smile and gestured vaguely behind her.
"Are you hungry?"
Before he could respond his stomach reacted eagerly to the mention of food, to both their amusement.
She laughed and helped pull him off of the cold, wet ground. "Come on then, let's get you fed."
Surprisingly, when he stood she didn't release his hand, and from her slightly bemused facial expression she wasn't sure why. Hand in hand, Red – Ruby, he corrected – led them down the road and towards a place called 'Granny's Diner'. Pulling out the strangest looking keys Killian had ever seen, she unlocked the door and they both went inside. With the flick of her wrist, the room was illuminated as though it was midday instead of midnight.
The thought of midnight made him look for a clock, one was on the wall saying he had roughly fifty minutes left. As he watched his lovers copycat walk ahead he felt weak and useless. It wasn't enough time.
She gestured him to sit with a small smile, before disappearing behind the counter.
"It's late so I don't want to have to cook anything extravagant, so what about eggs on toast with a little bit of bacon." She spoke cheerfully, waving her hands around a she talked.
"Sounds great."
She was gathering the ingredients and cracking the eggs when she spoke.
"I haven't seen you around here."
Killian shrugged, "That would be because I haven't been here before."
"To Storybrooke?"
"Yes."
"Why are you here now then?"
For goodness sake it was like when they'd first met, question after question after question.
He gave a simple but somewhat truthful answer, "Work."
She raised a brow, "Work? I think you're looking at the wrong town, there's no work here. Everyone who has their jobs keeps their jobs – most are family owned, you see?"
Killian nodded. "Do you own this place?" he asked, not quite sure what to call it because he didn't think tavern quite fit the bill.
She nodded, "My Granny and I do."
Killian felt a surge of relief go through him, Red wasn't alone, and she had her grandmother with her which was more than what he'd hoped for.
"So, don't think I noticed you wiggle out of my question earlier, what work are you looking for?"
Well, no lies are better than the truth. "I'm a sailor."
She suddenly looked interested, "Really? What sort of merchandise do you export?
"Food," always a safe bet, everyone eats food.
She looked even more eager, "Wow, you must get to travel a fair bit. I mean, I know that lots of fruit and vegetables are brought in overseas."
A lot of what Ruby just said didn't make much sense but he could at least respond to travelling the world.
The food was cooked and they sat down eating, as he retold adventures he had over the years. He was very careful with what he said; making sure no names, places or outlandish things spewed from his lips.
"…And then, being as pissed as he was," Killian broke off into a laugh, "he fell off the side of the ship, onto the docks and was convinced he had fallen into the water and was drowning!"
Killian made a dramatic display of falling off his chair and waving his arms about, "Help me, help me, I'm drowning!"
They both laughed loudly at the encounter, Killian finding the memory funny and Ruby finding him acting it out funny.
"What's going on here?" a grumpy voice ruined the happy atmosphere.
From behind the counter an elderly woman stood dressed in her night robe looking very annoyed at the two on the floor.
It was the first time Killian had ever laid eyes on her and even he confessed she didn't look like a woman to be trifled with. He was suddenly very conscious of why Red never wanted them to meet and felt grateful she saved him from the old hag's vicious stare.
"Granny, I'm sorry, did we wake you?"
Her granny made a scoffing sound. "Another escapade, Ruby? Could you at least think about being sanitary?"
Ruby blushed scarlet, and Killian knew from experience that it was from anger not embarrassment.
"Granny I'm not sleeping with him. Have I ever slept with you before?" she asked him.
"No," Killian lied, quite obviously too.
Granny looked suspicious and Ruby looked unsure whether she should be amused and laugh or be annoyed and slap him.
"Granny, he's kidding, I don't even know his name."
Granny-dearest, looked even more furious, "And that makes it better?!"
"Gran! That is not what I meant and you know it!"
"I expect you in bed in five minutes, young lady." Granny scoffed, before hightailing out of there, "And without company!"
When her foot steps were no longer heard, Killian felt a hard slap being dealt to his head. Knowing instantly it was punishment for the joke-that-wasn't-a- joke, Killian laughed.
"It's not funny!" she scowled, yet a giggle broke out, "she's going to hound me for days."
Killian laughed harder, knowing Ruby wouldn't understand the irony of Granny hounding the werewolf but Red would have appreciated it – only after whacking him of course.
Before they knew it they were laughing for the sake of laughing, tears streamed down their faces, hitched breathing and holding onto each other for support.
Killian's eyes glanced at the clock and it was with a heavy heart he realized he had only ten minutes left. Without any word of warning, Killian turned to Ruby and pressed his lips against hers. It was sweet and tender and Ruby returned it after the split second of shock was over – just like Red. Their lips massaged each other's without the urgency or hunger they both often felt from kisses. It was innocent, pure and it was killing him.
They pulled away slowly and Ruby looked at Killian with wide eyes.
Killian had briefly hoped that the kiss would bring everything back to her. He was no stranger to the fabled legend of true loves kiss but he knew that it had to be mutual on both sides. Killian love Red, Ruby or whatever she wanted to be called just as Red love him… but Ruby, this dominant part of his lover didn't. So, no curse of hers could be broken.
He distanced himself from her and her eyes followed him.
"What's your name?" she asked, suddenly desperate, "please, tell me."
The question drove a wound in his heart deeper than any sword could.
"Killian Jones." With that, he was gone.
He walked like one condemned to the gallows, head hung low and feet dragging against to ground. Killian wasn't ashamed to say tears were streaming down his face.
Was it worth it? He asked himself over and over again. The torture of seeing her again – yet not being with her – was it worth it? The answer changed every time he asked it.
Yes, no, maybe.
He reached the beginning point, and with weighty limbs dragged himself back to the middle of the road, further and further away from Red.
Where was Mr. Smee? He wondered briefly, as he leaned down and lifted the required book off the floor. He looked around but found no one, looking back at the book in his hand he shrugged, believing he was off somewhere looting the 'rare treasures'.
Suddenly a loud chime filled the air as the hand struck midnight, and Killian felt a harsh tugging in his gut before he was wretched from the world his one true love resided in.
He wordlessly handed the book to the sea witch, she accepted it readily.
"Where's your friend?" she had asked.
Killian shrugged not exactly caring about the red beanie wearing buffoon in that moment. She seemed to agree that it wasn't worth pondering, and opened the door to her lair and into her garden of failed clients. He hopped passed them, careless if he stepped on them and exited the cave. The moment he reached the shore he collapsed to the sand and released a guttural roar of anguish.
He wept harshly and freely for the first time since losing her. He couldn't handle losing her the first time so what madness drove him to think he could survive a second? Oh, he was a damned fool!
He stayed there for who knows how long before an unwelcome voice entered his thoughts.
"Well, well, well, what have we here? A heartbroken man with nothing left?"
"Leave me alone, witch!" he spat in her direction.
The woman didn't look amused. "Well, that wasn't very nice now was it? If however accurate. And to think I was going to help you."
Killian laughed bitterly and scoffed, "No one can help me."
The older woman smiled blithely. "Are you sure? Because I can."
Killian looked at her blearily, not allowing himself to believe her words of nonsense. "Oh yeah? How?" he challenged.
"I'm trying to go to Storybrooke too." The woman suddenly had Killian's full attention. "My daughter is there and I hope to be with her."
Captain Hook looked at the woman with something akin to interest.
"Who are you?"
She smiled pleasantly, "Cora."