Hi Everyone-This is the first of my Multi-Chapter Once Upon A Time Stories!

This idea came to me in the night and it was based after watching the first clips of Roland and it came to me what would it be like to see Killian with a child. And here we are

I don't know how long this story is going to be probably three seasons long-this will contain a bending of cannon so if you are a stickler for cannon Captain Swan then it's best to stop here.

Disclaimer-I own nothing other than Liam

And please let me know what you thought-the more reviews I get chances are the quicker I will update (and yes I am blackmailing you-I am unashamed)

The Pirate's Son

AU-Killian has a son by another woman when he first meet's Emma in Season 2-This is Once Upon A Time with an addition-Killian's young son Liam! Daddy Killian feels and Captain Swan

Chapter 1-Before/The Crocodile

It had happened on the night he was due to leave for another lengthy trip to terrorise King George's navy. She was a pretty thing "Evelyn" he remembered later with blonde hair and a decent body but she had never been more than a passing fancy when he was board.

Such was times in the Enchanted Forest and the rest of the land that contraception was poor and most people didn't see the use in it whatsoever, it was therefore when Killian Jones known to most as Captain Hook came back after ten months at sea it was to a smack on the nose from one of "Evelyn's" friends and thrust at him was a sleeping child.

A fucking sleeping child.

If someone could ask what the hell happened after that Killian wouldn't be able to tell you.

The wench had explained that Evelyn had died in childbirth (a sad but common practice in this world) and had left him a child. His child. His son. She had sniffed disdainfully at the month old baby and muttered something about the Orphanage before flouting off and Killian was left to wonder what the hell had just happened.

He had to admit he didn't like idea of the Orphanage due to his own background there but a part of him knew a ship wasn't the best place to raise a child. And hell he knew he wasn't the best of men to become fathers. His own didn't bear thinking about.

However at that moment the boy had chosen to open his eyes his gaze wide and surprised and a little disgruntled (if babies could look like that) and Killian saw his eyes were a clear blue amidst the tuft of dark hair.

He looked like him. He looked like Liam.

And before Killian could attempt to squash down the hopeless feeling he had once associated with the word love the baby reached out with one weak little hand and grabbed his hook.

He was gone after that.

And so people who recognised the Jolly Rodger as the pirate ship run by the (dashing and) notorious Captain Hook heard rumours about the small child that would always be there and how he was the Captain's son and how the said Captain had once cut a man's hands off after he said a bad word about him.

Fear Killian Jones realised was a dangerous tool.

Five years later the day was windy and perfect for sailing. As Killian Jones climbed back on his ship with enough supplies to feed the crew for a few more months it was to the respect of most of the men on the deck. He didn't think of Milah, he didn't think of Balefire. He didn't think of anything or anyone until he got into his cabin after giving the order to sail.

And then there was a knock on his door.

Putting aside the maps he had been studying the Captain gave a world weary sigh and opened the door coming face to face with his (useless) first mate Smee. "What" he said irritably wanting nothing more to do than to leave the sight of the shoreline behind him. There was something about a port that made him cringe, or maybe it was the people in it.

"Captain-he's halfway up the mast again" he said and Killian gave another long suffering sigh because he knew that this wasn't the first time nor would it be the last. He staggered out to the main deck and stared. If the situation hadn't been so serious he would have smiled. He really was improving but still the danger he was in made his throat constrict even with this being who knows how many times.

"Liam!" he shouted "Get the hell down from there" Liam turned before climbing down the rope and skidding to a stop when he saw his father standing their looking distinctly unimpressed.

Liam Killian Jones was now at the hefty age of five, identical to his father in terms of looks with dark hair and blue eyes and skin that was used to being at sea, he was dressed in small black trousers, grey shirt that nearly fell to his knees and small cape to protect him from the wind. "Liam what have I told you about going up that mast?" he paused to crouch down at his son's level.

"Sowry papa" Liam muttered and Killian sighed determinedly failing to let the little five year old lisp and dimples get to him every time. "Remember what I told you" he said gently and Liam rolled his eyes "If anything happened to me then you would be sad" he muttered looking downcast and Killian nodded pressing a small kiss to his son's hair "Now" he said brightly "I thought you were reading your books"

Education surprisingly enough was something Killian regularly enforced for Liam much to the irritation of the latter and every time he was in port he bought new books and paper. Liam could read, write and add and subtract better than most children. Killian was genuinely the one who taught him and it made his heart warm at how adorable his son was when his little head was down and he was working.

Liam sighed dramatically making Killian smile-God his son was utterly adorable. "But papa" he moaned and Killian ruffled Liam hair making it stick up and making Liam look adorably grumpy. "But nothing little one-go back to your books with Mr Smee"

Liam nodded however he never managed to get down to the lower decks, because at that moment a puff of purple smoke appeared in the middle of the ship. The crew scattered and Killian shifted slightly so he was blocking Liam (who grabbed the back of his leather coat) from view.

"Cora" he said flatly his eyes only widening in marginable surprise "Hook" she said in that same voice that made Killian's skin crawl. He had heard rumours about Cora's daughter Regina who had apparently cast a curse around the time when Liam had been one, the one that had decimated the land they had lived in. Being at sea it seemed they had been spared the curse but that didn't stop Killian from being unbelievable weary of the woman he hadn't seen in over a decade.

"You are free I take it" he said and Cora smiled that same skin crawling smile "Yes" she said before tilting her head slightly. Killian cursed in his head as he realised that Liam had peered round his leg in order to view the stranger that had appeared.

"I heard you had a child Hook" she said her smile only growing "But I never believed it" she sighed "And who is this little one?"

"My son as you know" Killian said stiffly moving back in front of Liam and frowning at him "And he is supposed to be reading" he exchanged a look with Mr Smee who nodded and he picked up Liam and carried them downstairs into the lower deck and away from Cora's piercing gaze.

"So your Majesty" he said breathing a sigh of relief once he realised Liam was away from sight and any potential danger "What can I do for you?" Cora smiled "I need to get to the new land" she said and Killian raised an eyebrow "Impossible" he said flatly "Nobody can get to the land your daughter took them all to" he said and Cora smiled again.

"The compass of course" she said her smile bright and manic. "With enough magic-from a wardrobe I heard something about it has enough power to take us both to the Land Without Magic"

Hook blinked "And why would I ever help you?-and anyway I don't even know where the damn thing is"

"It's at the top of a beanstalk of course" Cora laughed girlishly. "And you'll help me because he's there"

Killian froze-the crocodile was back, well this did change a few things. The burning anger he felt for his hand, for Milah returned in full force and he felt the tendrils of revenge gripping him for all he was.

"Of course" Cora continued "You can always say it's for your son, this land has schools and housing and other children his age, it's a better life for him than anything you could provide for him than travelling across what's left of a devastated land"

Killian bristled, he knew that this wasn't the life he had ever wanted for his son but Liam loved it and he would be damned if he would be told what to do by Cora. However he was loathe to admit she had a point. This wasn't the life he had wanted and he knew Liam needed a proper home and education and children his own age to play with.

Maybe it wasn't so bad. Once the crocodile was dead of course.

Cora smiled before she spoke "Meet me on the shore in two days and give me your decision" and then she disappeared in a puff off purple smoke. Killian sighed before turning to his crew "Get back to work-were going back to shore"

As he walked down to see Liam he was left wondering if Cora was speaking the truth. Maybe it was time to start over.

It was only two days after that Killian took control of the ship and moored it towards the direction Cora pointed. It was for his son and for Milah he told himself sternly as he watched her prancing around his ship. He had taken to keeping Liam below decks in the day and letting him out at night. It was safer he told himself. The thought of Cora near his innocent little son was enough to make him feel slightly sick.

"Where are we going Papa?" Liam asked one night-he had taken to keeping Liam in his bed when he had Cora on his ship. At least that way he could keep an eye on him, not even Cora was stupid enough to take control of his cabin.

"A place called Storybrooke" Killian said pulling the blanket's up to Liam's chin, Liam pouted "Is it nice?" he asked and Killian shrugged "I'm not sure little one" he admitted "But I promise you that everything will be fine"

Liam nodded and Killian smoothed down his hair pressing a kiss to his son's fair, little cheek "Goodnight Papa" he muttered his eyes closing and his face scrunching up into a little yawn.

"Goodnight son" Killian said smiling "A good night and sweet dreams"

He turned to sit onto the chair behind his desk playing with his hook. He had one more pit stop before he could grab the compass, get to the Land Without Magic, kill the crocodile and build a new life for him and his son.

Storybrooke better be worth it.

And please let me know-I love Captain Swan and I love Killian so I would really like to know how this was x