A/N: Ok, here goes another multi chap story for me. This story idea has been haunting me for a while now so I decided to post it and see if anyone else likes it.
Takes place post Neverland, but without the whole body switch with Henry.
Disclaimer: Yeah...don't I wish I owned OUAT. Instead, lucky bastards at ABC network and evil geniuses Kitsis and Horowitz have it.
Prelude
"Lucas, are we sure about this?" Jonah whispered loudly as they boarded the infamous Jolly Roger.
"You know what our orders are Jonah." hissed Lucas.
"Yes, I know what King George said," Jonah grunted, glancing around nervously. "But, you gotta admit that this is insane! We're talking about Captain Hook! Scourge of the seas! King of the Pirates! I heard he once gutted a man for bumping against him in a tavern and nearly spilling his ale! Do we really want to piss him off?"
"Relax Jonah," sighed Lucas. "Haven't you heard? He's in love with the Sheriff. Ever since she wrapped her legs around him she's had control of his gonads. He won't do anything to us, he can't do anything to us or she'll have no choice but to lock him up. You know the Charming family, their sense of right makes them weak."
"She's got to be mind-blowing in bed to get a villain like Hook to bring him to his knees, right?" Jonah joked nervously. "Or maybe she's the one that goes on her knees."
"Well, perhaps the rightful King will reward us with some time with the so called saviour if the other team hurries up and gets her to the boat before the deadline," Lucas agreed. "Even though I bet that we got the better end of the mission. The Sheriff is a fighter and I'm sure the bitch will give them hell before the end. We get the easy part. After all, how much trouble can a one handed pirate with a crush on the Sheriff be?"
Jonah chuckled, realizing he was being silly. He and Lucas were big, strong burly men, two of George's finest guards. Surely they could handle a single pirate, even if the pirate did have a bloodthirsty reputation in the past. That was before he relinquished his vengeance and associated himself with the self righteous band of heroes.
And just when he was starting to feel reassured, suddenly the air around him felt colder. The hairs on the back of his neck started to stand up, and goosebumps rippled over his skin. He and Lucas spun around, their guns drawn as they heard a chillingly cold laughter wash over them. Suddenly, Jonah felt something slam into the back of his head and he found himself crumbling to the ground, darkness creeping in at the corners of his vision. Just as unconsciousness was about to overtake him, he heard a deep, dark accented voice say;
"Apparently, a lot of trouble."
Jonah wasn't sure how long he was out. He did know that his head throbbed from being hit from behind. As he stumbled towards consciousness, he noticed that he was gagged and there were manacles on his wrists and ankles, a heavy iron chain linking them together that wrapped around his neck. He was hog tied and from the looks of it he was somewhere below decks of a ship. The ship - the Jolly Roger, which meant….oh god.
"Ah finally," a whiskey deep voice chuckled from somewhere in the shadows. "He awakes. For a moment there I thought I killed you too mate. Was about to chop you to pieces and toss you overboard. Can't have the Sheriff and the Charmings know that I killed the both of you. Already tossed your mate there. Whoops, I hope he was dead before I chopped him up. Oh well."
"H…H..Hook?" Jonah mumbled through the gag, trembling with fear as he saw the glint off the silver of that famous appendage.
"That's Captain to you," Hook spat, emerging out of the shadows. "I feel that, before you die you should be robbed of some misconceptions. I may associate with those on the side of good, but make no mistake, should anyone under my protection be threatened, they will have Captain Hook to deal with. And I have no qualms about inducing soul splitting amounts of agony or or spilling rivers of blood. I've gutted many in my exceedingly long years, and I assure you it's a hard habit to break."
"But…but…the Sheriff-" Jonah sputtered, crying and wetting his pants, struggling briefly only to realize that with every movement the chain around his neck got tighter.
"What the sheriff doesn't know won't anger her," Hook shrugged, pulling the gag from Jonah's mouth. "Which is why I tossed your friend overboard as soon as I steered the Jolly past the docks and into a secluded cove. The creatures will see to his remains, and to yours once I'm done with you. Scream all you like by the way, there's no one for miles to hear you."
"Once you're….?" Jonah begged, his mind flooding with the horrors Hook would inflict upon him with his infamous appendage. He was also aware that whatever his mind came up with, Hook would probably come up with something worse.
"Oh mate, I'm not done with you yet," Hook grinned in a manner that chilled Jonah to the bone. "Not by a long shot. Now you can answer my questions and afford yourself a quick death and merciful death, or…"
He hovered over Jonah, a snarl marring his handsome face as he looked upon the man in disgust. The Captain drew his hook over Jonas considerable belly, and pressed just hard enough to feel the sting.
"Or I could pull the answers from you piece by piece," he replied thoughtfully, as he slowly dragged his hook up towards Jonah's throat. "What shall it be?"
"King George ordered me and Lucas to go here, to the Jolly and knock you out," Jonah blurted tearfully. "We were to bind you and keep you here until the second part of the plan was enacted by two of his other men. Then they were going to bring the Sheriff's body here and make it look like you killed her in a fit of possessive rage. Since you're known to be close to the Charmings, it would make them look like fools for trusting you and it would destroy them to lose their only child to someone they considered to be a friend."
"Please….please Captain sir….please don't kill me," sobbed Jonah. "I was just following orders."
"You were following the orders of a corrupt king," Jeered Hook, grabbing Jonah by the throat and squeezing hard. "You'll get no mercy for blindly following him. Tell me where and when this attack on the Sheriff is to occur and who has been set after her, and I will make your ending quick. Otherwise…."
He let go of Jonah, pulled out a small vial from his leather coat pocket and brought it to Jonah's eyes for him to see. Jonah whimpered in fear at the green glowing liquid, fearing what it was and what effect it would have on him.
"Don't fret mate," Hook laughed darkly, leaning over him. "This is a potion made from several healing essences, including the waters of Lake Nostos, and just a hint of pixie dust. Can heal any wound without leaving a trace. Took quite a while to perfect this elixir."
"Wh…Wh.." stuttered Jonah, puzzled.
"Why would I use a healing potion on you?" Hook finished the question for him. "Simple. You can't torture a dead man. Of course with this elixir I could bring you to the edge of death, heal you, and then begin again….and again…and again…"
Hook smiled maniacally, his eyes twinkling with malevolent intent as he ripped Jonah's shirt open and Jonah shrieked in fear.
"Where shall we start…." Hook paused, tapping his appendage against his chin.
"Duncan and Robert!" Jonah yelled, bawling openly. "Duncan Evans and Robert Smith were going to ambush her as she went on her usual patrol by the old toll bridge late this afternoon. Then later tonight when the docks were clear, they were going to bring her to the docks and we'd set everything up. Lucas was going to leave an anonymous tip about screams he heard at the docks, and the Deputy was supposed to find you with the body of his daughter and he'd fly into a rage and kill you. That's all I know, I swear to god! Please don't hurt me!"
"God you're good." muttered another, gruffer voice. "You barely touched him and he was singing like a canary."
"Grumpy, alert the Charmings if you will," replied Hook, standing up. "We have an ambush to thwart."
"Already did," the dwarf answered. "They're already on their way to the toll bridge. They've got Ruby with them to help them find the idiots who went after Emma. David wants us to meet him there just in case."
"What do we do with this guy and the one that's in the trunk?" asked Happy.
"Oh, I have a great many ideas on how to deal with this filth," snarled Hook. "Until I decide, let's leave them where they are, shall we?"
"Wait," gasped Jonah. "Wait, Lucas is alive?"
"I know, I lied," smirked Hook. "Pirate."
"Again, what do we do with George's garbage?" asked Grumpy, eyeing Jonah with disgust.
"Leave them here for now," shrugged Hook. "Once we're assured of Emma's safety, Doc will you Happy and Sneezy be able to deliver them to the station?"
"Sure thing Captain." Doc assured him.
"So, you're not going to kill us." Jonah sighed in relief as the Grumpy ascended the ladder to the upper decks.
"Don't be so sure about that," growled Hook, pausing at the bottom rung. "If anything happens to the Sheriff, if so much as a hair on her head is disturbed, I will return. And when I do, all of the tales of cruelty and barbarism that have been associated with me will pale in comparison to what horrors I will inflict upon you, your friend, and your king. If my Emma is hurt, I will most assuredly put my hook to good use with you both. Before you die, you will get to see just exactly what is inside of you."
With that, he turned his back on Jonah and climbed the ladder and joined Grumpy in his car just off of the docks..
"Glad you're on our side," commented Grumpy as he drove. "Because you can be one scary SOB. You didn't even have to touch the guy and you had him singing like a canary."
"Well, being a villain has its benefits." shrugged Hook.
"Former villain," Grumpy reminded him. "You don't fool me Jones. You're one of the good guys."
"Any good that is in me is because of Emma," he admitted. "If she comes to any harm…."
"I know, it's bye bye Jones and 'oh god run for your lives, it's Hook!," smirked Grumpy.
"You may mock me dwarf, but the tales of my villainy are true," said Killian ashamedly. "I didn't just drown in darkness, I revelled in it. I loved the fear that my name induced in people. I would need a castle to hide the bodies of all those that I've killed."
"Yeah, Hook did all that shit because his hand was chopped off by the man who murdered the woman he loved. He was in pain with no one to be there with him to help him through it," Grumpy reasoned. "You're Jones now. And if you really were as much of an unholy bastard, then why have you helped the Charmings? You've risked your life for them time and time again, you've helped them when there was nothing in it for you. You've changed brother, and for the good. The Charmings know it, the town knows it, the dwarves and I know it, and so do Emma and Henry. Redemption ain't easy but you're trying and I gotta give you credit for that."
"Was that a compliment?" asked Hook, trying to bite back a smile.
"Don't let it get to your head Jones," Grumpy grumbled. "Your ego is big enough as it is, I'm surprised that you haven't capsized that boat of yours."
"It's a ship!" Jones corrected. "And if you continue to drive this slow, I might as well get out of this vehicle and run to the toll bridge."
"You want fast? I'll give you fast." Grumpy sneered as he stomped on the gas, plastering Hook to the front passenger seat.