Author's Note: This is a complete side shot that I just had to share. I have had this written forever but I am just never going to find a place to actually work this in because it takes place right before the original VKs leave the Isle. I gave up on trying to do a flashback too it, you guys can just read it like this if you'd like.

Evan had bit his lip when he heard her sister squealing with their mother about the fashions in Auradon, his only opinion was that the prince could kindly go jump off a bridge and leave his family alone. He had slammed the door when he left the house, he had no intention of being there to bid her farewell that afternoon, she was already planning her new life, why should he bother to wish her well with it?

He had been walking for perhaps hours, tearing his way through the markets, wrecking the scarf booth that made him thinking of Evie, pulling each piece of cloth until they ended up scattered among the stalls, ending with a swift punch in the jaw for the owner of the merchandise that often used to smile at his sister. Now as he walked on the dock he still felt the sting of the badly delivered punch, knowing his knuckles would be bruised by the night's end.

"Evan." He recognized the voice instantly, her voice always seem to brighten the day. It was Annabelle Heart, she stood on the broken down wooden structure, her appearance making everything around her look even more dilapidated than it was. Her raven hair was braided and falling over her shoulder, that stupid bright red plastic heart clipping it together at the end, yet the few strands that had fallen loose around her face blew in the gentle sea breeze. "You missed the limo picking up your sister." She stated in this knowing tone that would have made him angry if it had come from any other bright red lips. He dug his fists into his coats pockets, as he glared at the raven-haired beauty standing in front of him. "Were you going to Hook's ship again?" She asked already knowing the answer.

The last few weeks, he realized he was spending more and more time down at he docks, specifically one dock waiting for the youngest member of Hook's crew to appear on the deck. Her blonde hair being a beacon of light while he was nothing more than a moth as she crooked her finger. He wasn't sure where or why it had started with CJ, she had always been taken prior to these last few weeks, not that it had ever bothered Evan yet now she seemed to beckon him more often and he had seemed to become an addict to her charms.

"Why? You plan on joining or something?" Evan joked, knowing the two girls hatred of one another. In the past when Annabelle had heard that Evan had spent any time with CJ she used to pout, but with age her pout turned into cruel words and occasionally a slap to the face. He could clearly remember when he told her, CJ had been his first kiss. The way she bit on her lower lip so hard he was sure it would bleed, before standing up and smacking him clearly across the face and refusing to speak with him for three long and very boring days.

Annabelle's red heels clicked as she walked over to him grabbing hold of his arm, pulling it gently trying to shake his hand loose of his coat pocket. "Do you really have a death wish? Harry Hook already wants to paint that stupid hook of his with your blood and you come down here in the day light?" She was trying to pull him out back towards the land and away from the wooden walkways they stood on currently, yet he just shrugged his arm away from her pull.

"It's almost dark." He responded as he stepped over to the railing and leaned against it, his back to the Jolly Roger. He wasn't trying to hide, how could the anyone mistake his blue spiked hair or leather patchwork jacket. Especially with Heart still by his side, with her bright red leather fitted jacket and tight black jeans that hugged her like they were her skin. "He's still at the Chip Shoppe." Evan stated trying to calm her as he noticed she seemed to still be on edge, her senses heightened because of her nerves. Evan grinned as he leaned forward, pulling his back off the beam that had been supporting him and pulling his face closer to Annabelle's cheek, she seemed to remain unfazed as she seem to be intent on examining their surroundings, "Nervous, love?" He asked doing his best to fake Harry's obnoxious accent, she pulled away quickly almost jumping much to Evan's momentary amusement. "What are you doing down here Belle?" He asked as he leaned his back against the railing once more.

He could tell she debated walking away for a moment, her face showed that same level of annoyance she had whenever he bragged of his conquests at school. Yet she stayed crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "I was worried," she answered honestly, "though now I am not sure why I'd bother when it comes to you." She was clearly frustrated with him, he knew he could easily calm her, a few soothing words, an empty promise, a gentle caress of her cheek, any of them would do yet he waited for her to finish curious as to the root of her frustration. "Evie asked where you were and told me to hug you goodbye for her and I find out you punched that lovely scarf..."

"He's a pervert and had it coming for a long time, don't start about that..."

"How is that the point?!" She snapped silencing his interruption. "She's your sister, yet you are here waiting for..." Her words trailed off as she looked over his shoulder towards the Jolly Roger, the way her eyes lit up with fury told Evan she had spotted her blonde haired rival.

Evan glanced over his shoulder to confirm his suspicious as he saw the blonde haired girl crossing the ship's desk, heading out the gangplank towards them on the dock. "Best be on your way, Belle, I'm not in the mood to break up a cat fight." Evan turned back to see Annabelle's face twisting in anger as she bit her bottom lip looking at the him before it went back to the approaching blonde then back to him.

"Don't you dare come crawling to me..." She managed to spit out as her eyes diverted to the ground as before she turned on the heels of her boots. He listened to her heels click as she walked away, he could almost see it getting darker as she left him standing there, like he had told her too.

"Trying to make me jealous?" CJ's voice snapped Evan out of the trance he had fallen into watching Annabelle grow smaller in the distance.

Evan looked as the small blonde tossed her long hair over her shoulder, her hand finding it's way into her hair as it tended too when she flirted with him. "Only if it worked." He responded one hand removing itself from his pocket and reaching out for the girls wrist pulling her to him. She didn't fight as her body came in contact with his. "What are you doing tonight?" He asked into her hair as his lips went to hover over her ear, knowing the feel of warm breath on her skin would tease her.

"What did you have in mind?" Had she never heard curiosity killed the cat.

He pushed her body back away from his as his hands lingered on her waist. "Thought I would enjoy the sea air," the dirty smirk on her face was telling him this was far to easy, "I am told it helps one sleep." Her smirk quickly morphed into a disappointed frown.

"You came down here, because you wanted to sleep?" The disappointment in her voice made the side of his lips curl up.

"Well I wanted to something that involves going to bed." Her disappointment began to melt away as he pulled her closer to him again by her waist, lowering his lips onto hers, his hand running up to her cheek before sliding back into her hair pulling her head back slightly to get a better angle to deepen the kiss, not caring who was watching.

She pressed on his chest with both hands, pushing on it gently, it was a sign she wanted him to back off yet for a moment he continued until she struggled out the sounds of his name between their lip's dance. "Someone could see." She warned as his hand drifted back to her cheek running his fingers along her cheek bone.

"So?" He questioned as his hand on her waist drifted around to the small of her back. "You better come up with a better reason for stopping me than that." Sliding up under the hem of her shirt to feel her soft smooth skin, where her skin dimpled on the small of her back. His eyes focused on her lips as he spoke, he knew he had to look like a dog and her his bone, yet he didn't care about his appearances at the moment, he wasn't trying to impress anyone just distract himself. "Because, if not..." He pinned her against his body as he spun them to pin her against the railing of the dock. "You will need to make up for some valuable lost time." His lips were over her ear once more brushing his lips against it with every word until he brushed his teeth against her ear lobe debating whether to nip it softly or begin to just place bite along her neck. He could feel her melting beneath him when it all came to a rough end.

He felt a rough yank on the back of his collar before he felt himself spinning back to his back on the railing only this time he was half over the rail with the feeling of cold sharp metal at his throat daring him to lean up and see how close of a shave he could get. The dark gleaming eyes of Harry Hook leering down at him as his younger sister barked his name. "Queen." Harry's smirk was enough to tell Evan that Harry was out for his blood without the look in his eyes.

"Harry let him go!" He heard CJ whine loudly.

"I'll let him go over the edge." Harry's eyes shot to his sister who fell silent instantly before they returned to Evan.

"Care to tell me what ye think you were doin'?" He asked, as Evan found a way to position himself where he didn't feel like he was going to fall backwards quite as easily, though if Harry gave him one good push it would be hard to stop as the majority of the top half of his body was over the ocean more than the dock.

As Evan adjusted himself slightly her felt the cold metal and leaned a bit further back as the pirate held tightly onto his collar. For once Harry had forgone the hook or his sword, instead using the dagger he and most of the crew kept tucked away for cutting different ropes aboard their home. "Playing doctor," Evan started on his joke only to feel the cold metal back against his skin. "What the hell do you think I was doing Hook?" Evan spat instead as he tried to use the rail of the dock to push himself back up a bit without getting himself cut or falling over the edge.

"I think ye were harassing my sister," Harry spat in Evan's face.

"Harry!" Evan heard Uma's distinct voice call as she probably thought the situation was escalating to far.

"Mommy's calling," Evan managed to get out before he felt himself being pushed back further only Hook's secure hold on his collar keeping him from plummeting into the cold water below, his knife now the least of Evan's concerns.

"Harry!" He heard Uma bark once more as he felt Harry pull him back up roughly tossing him to the dock, Evan instinctively sliding himself further away to keep himself out of range for Harry to grab him once more.

Uma had come up to the devils side as Gil stood just over her shoulder, her two guard dogs, proving that the small girl had them both on short leashes. To his surprise Annabelle came around from behind Gil and went to Evan's side helping him pull himself back to his feet. "This isn't over, Queen." Harry growled as Uma put a hand on his arm telling him to back down with just a simple touch, CJ was quick to disappear behind Gil who looked at her like a wounded animal, the two having been quite close in the past to Evan's knowledge.

"You're right," Evan mumbled ignoring Annabelle's questions if he was alright, "you're sister's too easy to get for it to be over." He said pushing past Annabelle attempting to close the gap between him and Harry wanting to get off at least one good punch in retaliation, he felt Annabelle pulling hard on his arm, he saw her trying to step in front of him as he just pushed past her. He however didn't get a single punch off as Harry grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed his head into his face, hitting him squarely in the nose feeling the world begin to rush around him as he stumbled backwards.

The world turned into a bit of a blur as his eyes blurred over as his hands went to his face, Annabelle and Uma's voices sounded distant as the yelled at one another. He pulled his hand away from his nose and forced his hands to focus on it as he saw the blood, bright and red in the palm of his hand before putting his hand back to his nose.

He felt Annabelle's arm come around his shoulder and turn him around and pull him away from what had just happened back through towards the town on the Isle. He was still in a dazed state focusing mostly on remembering to breath through his mouth and getting the taste of blood out of his mouth. He felt her touch leave him for a moment as he heard a light crash before she returned to lead up him up the stairs to Evie's old hiding place with the rest of her crew. Evie had shown him after they found the place much to Mal's disappointment, Evan tended to avoid going there but he had to admit it was much closer than either of their homes. He felt her push him down onto the soft broken down couch that sat just inside the door. She had yet to say anything to him that he actually recognized as words. Yet now he heard her complaining about being unable to find a rag.

She came back to him, "let me see" she said pulling his hand away and replacing it with a soft cloth, that he knew hadn't come from anywhere inside of this piece of shit place. "It doesn't look broken, just bloody and even that seems to be stopping." She told him before grabbing his clean hand and putting it on the rag, and tilting his head up by putting her hand under his chin. "You just couldn't let it go, could you?" She complained as he tried to push back and look her in the eyes as she defiantly held his head to look upward. "You don't even like her do you?" Annabelle asked, as Evan won out and got to look at her face, she had a red mark appearing on her cheek, he looked down over her body seeing if he noticed any other damage he would have to inflict back to Harry ten fold. Her pants were ripped at her knees and scuffs appeared there too. Rage began to fill him as he pulled his hand away from his nose only for her to grab his hand and place it right back. "I tripped trying to stop Harry from getting to you." She explained trying to calm him. "Really it's your fault these pants are rips and you are going to fix them, understand?" She declared bringing a slight smile to his face out of amusement. Of course she was worried about her pants, not the reddening mark on her cheek that he knew didn't come from any clumsy fall.

"Yeah I get it." He pulled the rag back and looked at it, it had been an unused paint rag from Mal's painting corner. "You okay?" He asked knowing even if she wasn't she was sure to say she was.

"No thanks to you, but yes. I had gotten Uma to call off her dog until your smart mouth got in the way." Annabelle complained, as she stood up and walked away from him to look around the loft she hadn't been in for probably over a year. The walls had been filled with Mal's work, with tags she had designed for Jay, Evie, and even Carlos.

Evan pushed himself off the couch and walked over to where his sister had a large vanity of sorts set up, a mirror and a table with a chair in front of it, the fact that most of it was held together with what looked like tape didn't matter. He had picked up a half empty blood of water along the way from the table beside the couch, he then began to attempt to clean the drying blood from his face. It really had been a lot of blood for just a bloodied nose, because like Annabelle said despite the pain he had felt it didn't look broken. "How did you manage to get Uma to call him off?" He asked as he poured the water on the rag and began to wipe his face before pouring the water onto his hand he had used to hold his nose until they had made it to the loft.

"Told her we wouldn't try to mark Mal's territory as our." She answered, he quickly looked back at her as she looked at one of Mal's signature tags on the wall above her head. She looked back on his surprised expression, "don't be so shocked, it's not like we wanted it anyways. Mal had a lot of territory, you can't tell me you want to run all of it. I mean you didn't even want to see them off, I didn't think you would care so much."

Suddenly they were back to the fact he hadn't said goodbye. "You aren't going to let that go are you?" He asked looking back into the mirror, keeping an eye on her in the reflection as he went back to trying to clean himself up.

"Why should I? She is your sister, Evan." Annabelle stressed as she walked back towards him, growing closer in the mirror.

"So! What am I a shitty brother for not being there to watch her drive off into the sunset to a new better life?! Am I suppose to be happy that she left me to this shit hole?" His point was made, he could see it in her expression. Evan turned away from her as she bit on her lip, "just let me have today, you can tell me how awful I am tomorrow. Please?" He knew his voice sounded as pathetic as he felt. He was broken, in more ways than one he believed.

He heard the click of her heels and her sigh loudly as the sound of her body crashing against the couch echoed in the empty loft. He turned to look at her, clearly exasperated as her hand covered her eyes, he walked over to her and kicked her leg making her eyes meet him once more before he sat down on the floor next to her, leaning his back against the lower part of the couch. Her hand drifted over to his head as her fingers intertwined themselves into his hair causing a small smile to dance across his lips.

"Expect hell tomorrow." He heard her sweet voice breath as he leaned back allowing his eyes to close. He wasn't sure if he was actually exhausted or just finally relaxed enough since he heard about Evie leaving, but he fell asleep. The next morning when he woke up to see Annabelle curled up on the couch behind him, he knew he would be the victim of her threat from the night before, but the way she laid there sleeping so peacefully, he almost didn't mind.