A/N: S'up fellow Oncers! We've recently posted a Percy Jackson fanfiction and decided to post our second one here. This is a joint account between Goldie and Rory (our writing nicknames). I (Goldie) can be found on a separate account called Radioactive88 and if you'd like to check that out, I will not object XD. Rory's other account can be found ArgentumAurora.
Anyway, this story's about Captain Hook's twin children with Milah. The plot will start out roughly the same (Milah's fate), but just so you know now, the main plot will be shifted around with the introduction of these original characters: Jack and Melody Jones. This is the prologue about the twins' births and a few childhood memories, then the next installment will start off the main plot line :). Please read, review, and enjoy! Thanks so much! :D
Prologue
Nobody's Perspective
"I can't do this! Killian, I cannot believe you're making me do this!" the dark-haired woman screamed, tossing her head back in agony. Beads of sweat were rolling down her ashen face and she grasped her lover's hand tightly enough to break a bone or two.
He, inconspicuously trying to pry her hand off his his, crooned, "You can do this, love. Pirate's honor." He flashed her one of his trade-mark grins. "You're strong, my Milah. That's part of the reason I fell in love with you."
The medic stood up from where he was kneeling beneath her. "You've got to push, m'lady. The baby's almost here."
She screeched in response but followed his request, pushing with all of her might. A loud wailing then rang through the air and the medic gathered the wriggling baby into a bundle of blankets.
"It's a boy," he said warmly, lifting him up for both parents to see. "A handsome baby boy." The couple exchanged a look of blissful happiness and love and Killian dove in for a kiss with Milah while the medic carefully placed the baby down on the nearest cleared surface.
Another contraction surged through Milah's stomach and she shrieked in surprise. "What's happening to me? I just had my baby!"
Killian looked to the medic with wild-eyed panic but the medic remained mostly calm. "Ah, well, this is a bit unexpected."
"What?" the couple yelled in unison, fearing for the worst.
"You're having another baby," the medic said quite cheerfully, crouching back down into the proper position. "Get ready to push again, m'lady."
"Why was I not informed of thiiiiiiis? Killian, how could you do this to me?" Milah groaned into Killian's leather-clad shoulder. "I can't do this, I can't do it again. Two babies? I don't have the energy, Killian, I just don't."
Killian could think of no other comfort then, "You already did it, love, so I know you can do it again. Because, ready or not, that baby's coming."
"Push!" the medic ordered and her body heaved with the effort. "Push!" She threw her head back and cried out. "You're so close, m'lady, one more push!"
Using the last sum of energy she had left, she contracted her muscles and pushed with everything in her, gasping in relief as another shrill crying filled the air. She did it.
"You did it, love!" Killian cheered ecstatically, capturing her lips with his again. She melted into his hold.
"It's a girl," the medic informed after a quick examination. "Congratulations, a beautiful baby girl." The couple shared another look of intense joy.
Finally breaking out of the kiss, Milah told the medic, "Give me my babies, please. I want to hold them."
Smiling gently, the medic reached over and picked up the boy, then passed over the squirming bundles over to their mother. There were hints of dark brown hair on the boy's little head and his eyes were revealed to be a very, very dark blue- almost black. Fuzzy black hair dressed the girl's tiny pale head. Milah let out a gasp as the baby girl opened her big, piercing blue eyes.
"Oh, Killian, she has your eyes and he has your nose, and your chin!"
Killian beamed down at the three of them, his eyes stretching almost impossibly wide as his daughter's tiny hand wrapped around his index finger. In that moment, he realized how much these children meant to him, and vowed to do everything in his power to protect them.
"What should we name them, love?" he asked sweetly. "Killian, Jr. for the boy?"
"Oh, stop it," she laughed. "Let him be an individual. How about Jack Jones?" Upon seeing his puppy-dog gaze, she relented, "Jack Killian Jones. And I always vowed if I had a daughter . . . Melody. Melody Milah Jones."
He nodded once, and smiled as she handed his children to him. He was unsure at first, but it felt right with them in his arms. His daughter's bitty hand latched onto his finger again, and he promised to never let them go.
Three years later . . .
An Eventful Day
"Momma, Momma!" tiny little Melody Jones shouted from the highest point of the ship . . . the crow's nest. "Look how high I climbed! I'm so brave, right Momma?"
Milah nearly had a heart attack upon sight of her. "Oh, baby, come down!" When her young daughter began to obey, she quickly corrected, "No, no! Stay there, baby, stay there!"
Confusion written across her childishly innocent face, the little girl stayed put. Desperately, Milah went to call for her lover when she realized after they had tethered the ship to the nearest port, he had gone out for an errand along with her son.
"Oh God, oh God," she muttered under her breath, raking her fingers through her thick waves of black hair. "What am I going to do?" She inwardly debated whether to ask a crew member for help but decided against it. Today was their day off and not only were most gone, but she didn't want to ask for help involving her daughter. She could do this herself.
"Momma, I'm a bird!" the girl yelped in exuberance, stretching out her arms as wide as they could go and inching over to the edge of the basket of the crow's nest.
"MELLIE, STAY THERE!"
Meanwhile, out in the town . . .
Killian Jones strolled into the pub with his small son tucked safely away in his arms, passing him off to one of the crew members once he spotted his target. "Daddy, where are you going?" Jack whimpered as Killian began his predatory prowl toward the man.
"Don't worry, son, stay with him," Killian tossed over his shoulder soothingly. "Daddy's just going to make us a little richer, that's all."
Making sure his crew member ensured that his son could no longer see him, he tapped the man on the shoulder, waiting patiently for him to turn around, then punched him in the nose. He watched in satisfaction as he collapsed to the ground and kneeled down beside him, saying lowly, "I believe you owe me some money."
The man looked back at him with eyes alive with terror. "I-I didn't t-think-"
"You didn't think I'd find you?" Killian finished, amused. "Word travels fast, Matthews, and I'd appreciate it if you handed over the loot now. I would like my debt repaid."
The man with surname Matthews scooted away from him and stuttered, "P-p-please, d-don't . . ." It was a ruse. Matthews lunged forward and knocked Killian to the ground, punching him sharply in the throat then the eye. "I'm not givin' the money back, you scoundrel! A lowlife pirate like you doesn't deserve it!"
With most eyes of the pub watching now, Killian threw another punch and the fight was on.
Little Jack disentangled himself from the burly crew member's arms and scampered onto the bar counter. He gasped as he saw his daddy struggling on the ground, being attacked by another man. Determinedly, he darted down the entire length of the counter and searched for anything that could help his daddy.
A glass. Somebody's glass of rum that they weren't paying attention to now that a fight broke loose. The glass was big and unwieldy in his three-year-old hands but he managed to pick it up, and with a giant heave, tossed it right at the opponent's head.
It shattered against his skull and wrenched him to the side, giving Killian the opportunity to take advantage and best him. Since the man was now dazed, Killian roughly searched his pockets and took out a sack of coins.
"Ah, here we go, thanks for the payment," he said sarcastically, picking up his son and leading him out of the bar with his crew member skulking behind, embarrassed that the child got away from him.
Killian couldn't have been more proud but he decided not to display that at first. "Jack, when I tell you to stay with a crew member, you do it. I am the captain of this ship and your father, and you're going to listen to me." Jack's enormous dark brown eyes filled to the brim with tears and Killian held the boy closer against him. "Oh, hush now, son. You're a brave young lad and even though you disobeyed me, I'm proud of you."
Jack peeked up from where he had buried his head into Killian's collar and blinked his tears away. "You're . . . you're proud of me?"
Killian flashed him one of his most winning smiles and Jack couldn't help but smile back. "Of course I am, lad. I always am. You're my courageous, clever little boy and one day, you're going to make a fearsome pirate and an excellent captain to the Jolly Roger. I daresay, maybe as good as me!" he finished playfully.
"Really?" Jack couldn't have grinned wider. "I won't let you down, Daddy!"
"That's my boy!" Killian roared and they laughed together. "Come now, let's see what your mother and sister have gotten up to."
Meanwhile . . .
Milah was nearly to the crow's nest when a gust of wind threatened to unhinge her from the web of ropes. "Momma, I'm a bird, I can get down myself," Melody sulked.
"Stay there, baby," she repeated as a soft mantra, more to herself than her daughter.
She finally reached the top and picked up her daughter to clutch as tightly as she could to herself. "Momma, you're squeezing me too tight, I won't be able to fly now."
Milah half-laughed and half-suppressed a sob. "Melody Milah Jones, don't ever do that to me again, okay? You're never ever to climb up this high without permission again, you got that?!"
"But I'm good at climbing," her daughter whined. "I did it and I didn't even fall."
"But you could have!" Milah worked to keep the anger out of her tone. "You could have fallen and I would have lost my baby girl!"
That got to Melody and fat tears rolled down her cheeks. "I-I'm sorry!"
"I know, Mellie, I know." Her daughter in a safe grip, Milah worked her way down the ropes, fear of dropping her daughter eating at her every step of the way down. When she was nearly to the deck, she caught a first glimpse of her lover and son boarding the ship.
"Milah, what happened?" Killian called as she took a leap of faith and landed, luckily, on her feet. He rushed forward and took Mellie from her, the girl still crying slightly. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" he asked the bitty girl, bouncing her in his arms.
"Momma wouldn't let me fly," she replied sullenly before sticking her head below his chin. He stroked at her shiny black curls, smirking at Milah as she picked up and greeted her son.
Pointing up at the crow's nest, Milah explained, "She climbed all the way up there when I wasn't looking. I had to go and get her, even when she calmly told me she could climb down herself, which I'm sure she could've. . . ."
Killian's eyebrows met his hairline and he tried to bite back a grin. "Mellie climbed all the way up there by herself?" Nudging his daughter's head up, he crooned, "That's my girl! My girl loves adventures, doesn't she? Bravest, boldest, most fearless girl in all the realms!"
Mellie giggled wildly and Milah glowered at him, cupping the back of her son's head at the same time and caressing his dark locks. "Don't encourage her."
"Right, right." Sobering up, he tapped Mellie on her little freckle-splashed nose and chided, "I know you're already ready and raring to be a pirate, but you can't climb up there without permission because you're too young. You could have been hurt or killed and I don't know what we would have done." He sternly looked into her eyes, the bright shade of crystal blue identical to his. "Do you understand me?"
Mellie nodded sadly and wrapped her arms around his neck. She hated it when he scolded her and Killian knew it- she was a daddy's girl through and through, just like Jack was a daddy's boy. Milah didn't mind, though, because she knew how much her children adored her.
"Our son helped me in a fight," Killian boasted and Jack beamed. "He bested a man in one move."
Milah was impressed. "What a resourceful boy!" She ruffled up his already messy dark brown hair. "Just like his daddy." Killian bit his lip seductively and she winked at him, their children entirely oblivious.
"Our children will make the best pirates," Killian sighed happily after they settled them into their beds.
"I agree." Their children were pushed from their minds, though, as they got their treasured alone time. Killian lifted her up so she could wrap her legs tightly around his waist and she giggled, diving in for a passionate kiss.
His hands gradually lowered until she broke off the kiss and friskily smacked him on the arm. "You dirty pirate."
Killian summoned up the best "smolder" he could. "Ah, yes, but I prefer devilishly handsome pirate." Their lips met again in a swirl of lust and he carried her to their shared cabin, kicking the door closed behind him.
Three years later . . .
Sixth Birthdays
"Happy birthday, children of mine," Killian said happily as they ran up to hug him.
"What you got for me, Daddy?" Jack asked without any attended impudence but Killian arched an eyebrow all the same. "Sorry."
He sat them both down on their beds and told them, "All right, I'm putting my faith in you two here. Your mother doesn't agree with me, but I believe the two of you are ready for this. And I really hope I'm right, because if I'm not, your mother will kill me." They grinned at him, but he was only half-kidding.
Killian reached behind him and revealed two short swords, the corners of his mouth lifting as their eyes swelled to the size of moons. "You can't be a pirate without a sword, after all," he pointed out.
He gingerly handed the weapons to the two of them and they handled them surprisingly carefully. "Now, I know it's not exactly smart to give six-year-olds swords, but-"
"Yay!" Mellie cheered at the top of her lungs, jumping forward to swing her sword around, listening to the pleasant whooshing sound as it cut through the air. Jack followed her lead, also swiping away at invisible demons.
Doubts began to fester themselves in Killian's head but it was too late- it would break their hearts if he took the swords away now. They were his children and they both possessed his coordination and cleverness and he knew they could handle this, however young they were.
Their swords clanged together as they play-fought, both laughing like little maniacs. "Those are my pirates," he mumbled under his breath, leaning back on Jack's bed to watch the show, his heart blooming with pride.
Three years later . . .
A Damned Storm
"Hold on!" Killian bellowed to his family as another squall of rain pattered down on the ship, a boom of thunder rolling afterwards. The waves of the ocean struck the Jolly Roger from all sides and the ship groaned as she took another nose dive forward.
Killian was at the wheel with his nine-year-old son, the two of them ensuring the ship stay upright as Milah and their daughter frantically tugged and released the rope of the mainsail to keep the ship on track out of the storm and use the winds to their advantage.
"This is bloody madness!" Mellie shouted as her feet slipped out from under her and she landed hard onto the deck, whilst still tenaciously holding onto the rope. The entire crew's clothes were clinging uncomfortably to their skin and their hair plastered against their faces as the rain poured down even harder than before. Milah couldn't even take her hands off the rope for a second to help her up.
"How much longer can the Jolly Roger take?" cried Jack to his father, spinning the wheel violently to the left on his Killian's command.
"We're making it out of this damned storm," Killian replied, determination written all over his face. "That's a promise."
Killian's resolve strengthened even further as his son said whole-heartedly, "I trust you, Dad. Let's do this."
Things took a turn for the worse as the strongest wave yet smashed into the side of the ship, tiling it precariously to the left. Much to Mellie's horror, her momma's hands were ripped from the rope as the unsteady angle of the ship threw her overboard, down into the relentless ocean. "Momma!"
Killian and Jack's attention was captured by that strangled scream and they yelled out as Milah torpedoed into the ocean. "No!" they roared in unison, Killian forcing Jack to take the wheel so he could find where his wife landed in the sea.
Mellie ordered to the nearest crew mate, "Take the damn rope!" and the pure, unadulterated authority in her tone allowed for no arguments. She scanned the unimaginably rough waters as best as she could through the pouring rain and finally spotted a flash of white- her mother's pale skin. "I'm coming, Momma!"
Killian only had the time to shout, "What the hell are you doing, Mellie?!" before the young girl jumped over the side of the ship into the brutal seas in search of her momma. "MELLIE!"
Mellie's entire world twisted around her as she punctured the ocean's tumultuous surface into the depths below. It was raging all around her and the endless blows of the waves attempted to force the air out of her lungs. The water propelled her above the surface for a mere moment, allowing her to suck in more beloved oxygen, before sucking her back under.
It was dark and scary and confusing under there, but she stuffed away her fear for the sake of her momma. She desperately swam downwards and searched all around her, but to no avail.
Until . . . A swarm of black caught her eye, the floating waves of her momma's locks of hair. Using her last bout of energy, she lunged forward and reached underneath her momma's arms and managed to haul her above the surface with all of her strength summoned up into that single action. Blinking out the nasty salt water as she struggled to stay above the surface, she screeched, "I'VE GOT HER!"
Her momma was unconscious and thus a deadweight, and Killian knew his daughter didn't have the strength to carry her for much longer, so he leaped overboard. Jack, commanding the nearest crew member to take the wheel, scavenged for a stray rope. After finding the longest rope he could find, he tied it around the main mast in the tightest knot his father had ever taught him. Then, he tossed it overboard along with his family. "Grab the rope!"
Killian wrapped his arms around both his daughter and his lover in an iron tight hold as his daughter hugged the both of them for security, and he caught the rope firmly as it landed near them. "Pull us up, son!"
Jack, along with several of burly crew members, yanked the rope backwards and backwards as his family rose up and up. At the last moment, as Killian unceremoniously shoved his lover onto the deck, Mellie slipped from his grip and began the terrifying free fall back down into the ocean. "Help!"
Jack's protective instinct swelled up and he reached forward to catch her just in the nick of time. "Hold on, Mellie! I've got you!" Killian rushed to his son's side and pulled his daughter up into the embrace of safety, the three of them collapsing onto the slippery deck at the same time.
And that was when the rain stopped. The Jolly Roger had reached the very edge of the storm and survived. Killian, once giving his children an cursory once-over, crawled to his lover's unmoving side. "Come on, Milah," he begged, "stay with me."
There were a few moments of heart-stopping silence until the ebony-haired woman coughed up her lungful of water and gasped for breath. "Oh, Milah!" His chest about to burst open with relief, he enveloped her in an enormous hug, welcoming his children into the embrace with open arms.
Milah, once she gathered her wits about her, backed away from the hug only to zero in on Mellie. Mellie expected boatloads of praise and kisses, but that didn't exactly happen. "Melody Milah Jones, if you risk your life for me like that again, then you won't be leaving your cabin until you're thirty." Mellie's jaw dropped open in indignation.
Apparently her dad decided to throw in his two cents with, "I agree, Melody. You nearly gave me a heart attack when you jumped over the edge like that. During a bloody raging storm, at that. Do that again, and you'll answer to me."
Jack sympathetically rubbed her trembling, freezing cold shoulders, but she wasn't having any of that. She scrambled to her feet, self-righteously outraged, and argued, "Momma, I saved your bloody life! What the hell do you want from me? So what, I risked my life? I saved you, and that's all that matters! And you're complaining about it? Bloody hell. . . ."
Milah's lips parted in shock and Killian yanked her down next to him with a resounding thud and she flinched at the impact. He didn't appear too thrilled. "Don't ever talk to your mother like that."
Her eyes shone with unshed tears and she pouted, "It isn't fair. If I hadn't jumped in, then all of us would be singing a very different tune right now."
Before either parent could respond, Jack cut in on his sister's behalf, "C'mon, she just wanted to save you, Momma, and she did. Is that really so bad? Give her a break, please, for me." Mellie gave him a watery, grateful smile as a thanks.
Milah clutched them both to her and Killian stroked his daughter's hair, feeling slightly guilty for losing his temper with her when she'd only tried to do the right thing. "You're right, my boy. But please, Mellie, while I thank you for saving my life, I don't want you to risk your own like that. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you when you were risking your life for me. But, believe me, I am grateful." She pressed a kiss down on her son's head then, not wanting to leave him out.
"And you, Jack," Killian mentioned because he knew Milah was unconscious when he also played his role in saving her. "You were very smart to use the rope like that and you saved the three of us, especially your sister when she almost fell again. Even though you were reckless, Mellie, I'm proud of the both of you."
They, taking him by surprise, barrelled over with a hug and he let them. He was so close to losing his lover and daughter, and if the Jolly Roger hadn't made it through the storm, then he could have lost them all. "Don't you two worry, nothing can split us apart. They wouldn't dare." The four of them laughed at his last comment and Milah beamed at him. "Ah, my brave little pirates. I'll never let you go."
If only that were true.
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