Dear Reader,
I am new to the OUAT fandom - pretty much up until this point, I've only been really interested in Supernatural's fandom. I only just started watching the show on Netflix about a month ago, so I know I'm a little behind. I have not seen Season 3 and won't get to until it's on Blu-Ray, so probably another month or two..
Anyway, I absolutely love OUAT's Captain Hook. He reminds me a little bit of Dean Winchester from Supernatural, specifically seasons 1,2, & 3, which is probably why I like the character.
I'm trying out an original character but there will be plenty of Hook and depending on how long i decide to go with this, other main characters as well. Also, my plan is to slow down the timeline in season 2.
Thanks for letting me to share this.
Summary:
Takes place at the end of the car accident scene in Episode 11, 'The Outsider'. After being hit by the car, Hook sees someone. The person and their involvement in the future of Storybrooke and the Enchanted Forest is not at all what it seems.
Not What It Seems
Chapter 1: Richmond
"What's been done can't be undone!" Gold's voice cracked as he cradled Belle in his arms. Then, his face hardened as he stared daggers at Hook. Standing, he brought his hand up in front of his body, Gold spun a ball of flame. A car horn blared behind him and in one motion Gold grabbed Belle, barley managing to dart out of the way.
Hook was not as lucky. The large wheeling cart-like thing careened toward him and it was all he could do to jump vertically in the hope to leap out of the way. His head and body slammed into the windshield, his breath painfully leaving his lungs as blackness consumed his vision. The car continued its forward motion and Hook's unconscious body bowled over the roof only to be unceremoniously dropped on the hard earth. His inert body continued to roll away from the road and finally came to a stop partway in a ditch.
Consciousness blasted back to Hook in an explosion of pain. He groaned as he opened his eyes trying to remember what had happened. An image of a large cart made of metal flashed in his mind. He tried to pull in a deep breath and stopped short as sharp unrelenting misery erupted from his side and chest. Hook expelled a breathy curse and tried to take inventory of his injuries. Beside the white hot agony coming from his left side, he could feel blood leaching down the right side of his face. His right leg throbbed but it was the least of his worries at that moment.
Sirens blared out into the night and Hook raised his head slightly to see two more metal cart things approaching quickly. The first, with flashing red and white lights attached to the top, stopped near the scene and his eyes widened when Emma Swan stepped out and began taking charge. When Emma noticed Hook lying on the ground she outwardly groaned and slowly made her way to him.
"Hey beautiful," Hook rasped out to Emma as she approached.
Emma sauntered up to the pirate with a mixture of shock, annoyance, and maybe a little concern. Truthfully, she was more worried about how he had ended up in Storybrooke in the first place. Kneeling next to the prone man she winced when she saw his shallow breaths and the deep pain lines etched across his face. Without warning she pressed down on his rib cage and smirked a little when he cried out.
"Bloody hell, woman!" he cursed.
"Yup, you probably have some broken ribs," she stated matter-of-factly and stood up.
Hook watched as Emma walked away from him. He knew that this time he was in quite the predicament and things probably were not going to go in his favor. If only he could will himself to get up and sneak into the forest. Unfortunately he seemed to be having trouble controlling his own body and the difficulty he was having taking a breath did give him some pause.
Amidst all the commotion, a snapping twig from the darkened woods caught Hook's attention and he turned his head toward the sound. He squeezed his shut as the tree line expanded and contracted rhythmically. When the dizziness passed he opened his eyes and they fell upon the shadowed figure of a woman 15 feet away. She appeared to be watching the scene unfold. Another siren roared from the distance and Hook saw the lithe figure slowly back further into the woods.
"Swan!" he called out as loudly as he could.
"You can wait your turn," Emma informed him as she made her way back to Hook.
"No, no, darling…not that…I just…saw someone in the woods…just a second ago…watching," he said between painful gasps. He wanted to tell her more but couldn't find enough breath.
"Uh, sure you did," Emma retaliated. She did however take a better look at the injured man, her gaze falling on the large gash along his hairline which continued to ooze blood. "I think you might have a concussion too, buddy. Sit tight, the paramedics will be with you in a moment."
The blonde turned around to see where she was needed next making it apparent to the pirate that he was no longer at the top of her priority list. Hook's eyes continued to scan the tree line until he was certain he saw movement again. This time the woman was squatting between a patch of bushes. She brought her right hand to her lips and ever so quietly shushed him. A soft breeze blew against his face and with it the light scent of coconut.
Two male paramedics rushed to his side one of them asking curtly, "Sir, can you tell me where you are injured?"
"Sir, can you tell us what happened?" the second man questioned while he opened the medic bag.
Hook blinked and looked up at the two men in confusion not used to this type of treatment.
"Sir?" the first man pressed, giving his partner a knowing look.
Turning his head back to the bushes, Hook blinked in surprise when he saw only the shrubbery. He cried out in pain as the paramedics assessed his injuries. He could feel himself losing the ability to stay awake as he tried to contemplate who could have been hiding in the shadows. Those same shadows began to consume his vision and finally blackness won out.
June 2009 – Washington DC
It was the click of a gun safety being pulled that brought Katelynn Richmond out of her frozen stupor. Her grey eyes narrowed at the man holding a Beretta 92 to her fiancé's head.
"Now Katelynn, I believe you and Gunnar here own me a favor."
"Do we, Harvey? Cause I am pretty sure when I helped you acquire the Eastman Diamond last fall we were square," Katelynn casually stated making sure to keep all emotion out of her voice as she watched Harvey press the gun barrel into Gunnar's neck. The younger man's face was a collection of cuts and bruises and he was clearly having difficulty breathing through his battered nose.
"I guess that's where we are in a bit of a disagreement."
"Listen, Gunnar and I are done with this life. But I can give at least half a dozen names of other people that would be dying to help you out," she offered. Shifting her feet she could feel her Taurus Model 92 at the small of her back and wished it was in her hand.
"No, my dear. I just need you," Harvey's voice dropped to a low rumble as he moved his finger onto the trigger.
"Harvey, come on. Let's not do anything rash," she raised her hands in a placating manner, the closest the 27 year old woman has come to begging in a very long time. Her internal alarm was going off that her and Gunnar weren't going to make it out of this one. She locked eyes with her fiancé, pouring her soul into the look, praying that he could see the silent 'I love you'.
"Last time, Katelynn. Will you help me steal The Heart of the Forest, yes or no?"
Katelynn knew that Harvey's patience was wearing thin and this was the last time he'd ask. With no other options left, she took a breath and calmly answered, "Yes".
The mobster laughed richly. "I knew you'd see things my way. But you shouldn't have made me work so hard to get you to agree". Without warning he backed away from Gunnar, aimed the gun at his chest, and fired. Katelynn screamed and ran the short distanced to her love, trying to catch him before his lifeless body hit the cold cement floor.
"We start planning tomorrow for the heist," Harvey informed the thief, he turned away from the devastated woman and walked to the warehouse door. "Oh, and Katelynn bring your 'A' game".
October 2009 – Washington DC
Katelynn's fingers danced across the laptop keys while she furiously completed the complicated algorithm that she hoped would break the nearly impenetrable security system protecting the amulet Harvey wanted so badly.
The Heart of the Forest, a pendant in the shape of a tree and made from polished wood, gold, and silver, wasn't just any historical artifact. Legends and historians alike spoke of the fabled piece as being carved from the same wood as the Ark of the Covenant and that it contained some sort of power. But that was only a myth. The only truth about the talisman was that it was priceless and kings, queens, emperors, and sultans had been stealing and killing for it for centuries.
And now the artifact's fate was in the hands of a shattered, 27 year old woman with vengeance on her mind. Harvey had been searching for the illusive amulet for the better part of two decades. Now, Katelynn was a mere moments from finishing the code that would halt the security system protecting the artifact from becoming the world's most valuable stolen item. Under any other circumstances, Katelynn would have marveled at herself and how exciting it was to be a part of procuring such a piece. A frown crossed her heart-shaped face when an image of Gunnar, laughing and carefree, flashed in her mind's eye. Her grey eyes misted and she blinked furiously trying to keep from letting the teas fall.
"Katelynn, my dear, how is that code coming?" Harvey's cheerful voice sounded as he entered the white conversion van she was working in.
"Almost there," she responded coldly not looking up from the laptop monitor.
"I am so very glad to hear that," he practically trilled. "You really are a marvel. I just don't understand why you want to leave all this behind," the short middle aged man waved his arms dramatically in the air at the excitement of the night. "You should really consider staying with me. Can you image all that we could do together?"
It was all Katelynn could do to not jump when the back of his hand rubbed along her bare arm. She squeezed her eyes shut before answering smoothly, "well, it will be difficult to leave but there's something I need to do once this job is over." It seemed as if God was on her side at that moment, the code finally complete. "Done!" she announced victoriously.
Harvey clapped his hands, "wonderful! I will get the team ready to move." He started to make his way to the van's rear double doors when he turned to look at the young woman, "I want you with me, my dear". His eyes narrowed slightly, "I wouldn't want something to go wrong with the security system."
"Sure, Harvey. You know I'm always game," a grin playing at the corners of her mouth. Inwardly she was cursing the man for knowing her intentions to have the cops show up at the opulent mansion while the rest of the group was stealing The Heart of the Forest. Now she was going to have to come up with another plan.
Forty five minutes later, just before one in the morning, Katelynn's gloved hand closed over the amulet. She pulled the delicate artifact from its glass casing and placed it into a black velvet pouch.
"Give me The Heart of the Forest, Katelynn," Harvey cooed from behind her.
Suddenly the alarm sounded, startling the five members of the heist. On instinct she crouched down to hastily place her tools into a backpack lying on the tiled floor next to her.
"You said we had an hour!" Harvey spat at her. "Give me the amulet!" he demanded, face hardening he reached for his gun. Police sirens could be heard wailing in the night, approaching quickly.
"Here!" Katelynn tossed the black velvet bag to him and rose to her feet, backpack thrown over her shoulders, she turned with the rest of the group and hurried for the mansions backdoor.
They spilled into the well-manicured garden, flashing lights from cop cars parked in the driveway partially lit up portions of the backyard. Without saying another word, Katelynn sprinted to an eight foot, ivy covered fence and deftly climbed to the top. She briefly looked over her shoulder at the four men scattering into the darkened corners of the mansions garden. Swinging her legs over the fencing, she dropped to the ground, landing on the balls of her feet with cat like agility, in an ally. She glanced in both directions and took off to the right hoping the cops hadn't made it past the front door of the estate. Darting in and out of the shadows she had successfully made it several blocks from the crime scene and allowed herself to slow to a more normal pace, taking in her surroundings.
She had ended up on a typical residential street in an affluent area of Washington DC, row houses and cars lining the boulevard. Scanning the length of the road she found what she was looking for. Katelynn slowly approached a late 90s Honda Accord. Peering in the black car's windows she didn't see anything out of the ordinary.
All within a minute, she had slipped the left backpack strap off her shoulder, unzipped the biggest pocket, pulled out a metal jim, and was sitting in the vehicle. The next part was more difficult, Gunnar was the one who normally would hotwire a car. Luckily she had paid attention enough that the engine sputtered to life after only a few minutes. She then expertly maneuvered the old Accord out of its spot and drove to the nearest freeway entrance ramp. At that moment, the Pacific Ocean was loudly calling her name. She needed to get as far away from DC as she could.
A little over three hours later, Katelynn finally allowed herself to breath. She found herself on Interstate 64 just inside the George Washington National Forest. Glancing at the backpack on the seat next to her, she finally got up the courage to shove her hand into the middle pouch. The tips of her fingers brushed against a leather strap and she yanked the object out and onto her lap. Keeping just her left pinky finger on the steering wheel, she opened the small black velvet pouch and pulled out The Heart of the Forest. A small smile danced across her lips as she carefully put the amulet back into the bag. For a moment she felt as though she'd won but it was short lived. Katelynn knew Harvey was never going to stop hunting her and when he found her, he would make her pay dearly for her transgression.