Hi everyone! This is a brand new story that I am super excited about. It was slightly inspired by "The Jolly Rockers" by CuteMcBeauty. I totally recommend you read that amazing story.

So like the summary says, Killian one of the main characters, he has an older sister, original character Tara. FYI- this is not cursed Storybrooke, so he is not Captain Hook.

Tara Cassidy entered the White Rabbit and tried not to wrinkle her nose in disgust. Could the Lost Boys have picked a seedier play to perform? There was a smell of drugs, both known and unknown. And a mass of people who looked like they had seen better days. Storybrooke Maine was a completely different world. And there she was, overdressed as usual.

She had a career. Image was everything in her line of work and her life in general. There she was, so far from New York City but she still looked like a page from a fashion magazine. Tara wore a pair of tight black jeans tucked into three inch boots with a white button down blouse while her black leather jacket completed the look. She wore what most would see as a lot of jewelry but to her, everything was important. Trinity knot studs in the top hole of her ear lobes while Saint Brigid crosses hung from the bottom ones. Her hands had one ring each, a Claddagh and then her wedding band. She had a Celtic cross on a thin chain around her neck and the newest addition was a Saint Patrick medal. Tara tried not to think about why she was wearing it and not the actual owner.

Tara pulled out her IPhone from her small clutch to check the time. Showtime was in fifteen minutes. What was she going to do until then?

Drinking was out of the question. Tara had drunk enough and cried enough in the past few days to last a lifetime. Hence the large sunglasses on her nose. Nevertheless, she took a seat at the bar and ordered a rum and coke, minus the rum. She needed something sweet to balance the numbness of the past few days. Her blue eyes scanned the stage. She was going to be able to see him but with the crowd, he was not going to see her. Tara was very sure she was the last person he ever expected to see.

Tara ended up going through pictures on her phone to pass the time. Her husband Neal as he blew out the candles on his birthday cake. Their seven-year-old daughter Sophia playing catch with Marbles, their dog. Tara's older brother Liam and his fiancé Roxanne at their engagement party a few years back. The siblings with their father at the last Christmas before his death. Their father had called them the Three Musketeers; it had been their nickname since childhood. The three of them: Liam, Tara and Killian.

Kilian was the only family member missing from the recent pictures. When was the last time she saw him, two years ago? No, it was three years ago. Not since he took up with that woman and walked out of their family.

That had left Liam and Tara to run their multi-billion-dollar company. The Jewel of the World was the second largest shipping company on the eastern seaboard. Their two-times great grandfather Patrick had started it with two ships and a dream he had brought over from Ireland.

It had been a family owned and operated ever since. In the lobby were pictures of the company's presidents: Patrick, George, Donald their grandfather, their father Michael and lastly, Liam, Tara, and Killian. That had been an emotional day, when that piece of art went up.

"I bet you have amazing eyes under those shades and a beautiful body under those clothes," said a very drunk voice next to her.

Seriously, it wasn't even nine o'clock and already someone was three sheets to the wind. Well, Tara really couldn't judge, there had been a time in her life when that had been normal.

Tara didn't bother turning to face whomever. "Even if my eyes were blood shot?" She was very sure they were red and with good reason.

"Come one honey, one look." He just kept going. Tara resisted the urge to slam him into the bar or pull the small knife out of her clutch. Yes, she carried a weapon with her; it was a security blanket for her. But she had to lay low tonight; she couldn't draw attention to herself.

"I really suggest you find someone who doesn't think you are a worthless piece of shit." Tara told him, not wanting to waste her time.

He finally got the hint, thankfully and stepped back. Tara was very sure she heard him mutter "bitch" under his breath. Whatever, she had been called worse.

The lights finally dimmed and the lights on the stage turned on.

For some reason Tara began to listen in on a conversation next to her from a small group of women. They looked like bored housewives who just wanted to let loose and have a good time.

"Thank God it's finally show time. I plan on catching the scarf tonight." One of them said, adjusting the neckline on her already low cut top.

"You know what happens when you catch it? You get to go back to the dressing room or as he calls it, the Captain's Cabin, with Killian for some private pirate time." There was a giggle through the group.

"I heard he is as good in bed as he is good looking. He is not one to disappoint"

Tara closed her eyes, wishing to all the saints they hadn't been objectifying her little brother like that. Or maybe that's how he viewed them. "Can I get a shot of rum in this?" She asked the bartender.

He quickly poured a generous amount in the tumbler. "You look like you need this." He commented.

"You have no idea. Thank you." Tara's Irish accent came to the surface slightly. Although none of the siblings had been born in Ireland, they traveled there yearly, had close friends over there and fluently spoke Gaelic. Plus, they had been mostly raised by their paternal grandmother, who had a thick accent. Now there were words and situations when she sounded very Irish. Grandma Sophia had passed away three years after Tara's wedding. Hence Tara had named her daughter, Sophia Kathleen, after the two most important women in her life. Kathleen was her mother who passed away when Tara was five.

Her attention was brought back to reality and to the stage where the band finally appeared. She only knew the names of one of the band members. William Smee attended college with Kilian. He had majored in music while Killian studied business.

And the screaming intensified when Killian himself took the stage.

Tara actually choked on her drink. What the bloody hell was he thinking? But there he was, in all his rock star glory. Dressed in all black leather and… was he wearing eye liner? And around his neck was the scarf the women had mentioned.

Tara and Killian could have passed as twins. Liam had a stronger build from playing football in high school and college. Tara and Killian had the same blue eyes, same black hair and the same body structure.

"Ahoy mates! Who's ready for a show?" He called out to the crowd who enthusiastically cheered back. Was he trying to make his accent more pronounced?

The show began and not even three songs in, Tara was very sure she was going to be deaf by the end of the night. But she did not move from her seat and tried not to lose herself in the atmosphere of the tiny club. She and Killian both had a background in music, but it was a long time ago, back in high school actually. Everything about this situation hurt. Recently, Killian and Tara were not on speaking terms, besides the occasional phone just to prove he wasn't dead, they had no contact. She took a larger sip of her drink when the lyrics to the song threatened to come out of her mouth.

It was almost midnight by the time the show began to wind down. Killian threw his scarf into the crowd and it was caught by the woman who had made it her mission to catch it. Was it really an invite to go back to his dressing room? By the look in his eyes, it most certainly was.

Tara rolled her eyes. She hated to ruin his night… no wait, she didn't. She needed her brother more than that woman ever did. As the crowd began to leave, Tara stood up and opened her clutch to pay for her drink but the bartender stopped her.

"It's on the house."

She gave him a tiny smile, her first one in days actually. "Thank you." She headed to the stage but stopped when she heard Killian talking to the woman.

"Just give me twenty minutes, love. I'm heading to the diner to meet a few friends. Make yourself comfortable in my dressing room."

Tara could just picture the girl pouting. Then she heard kissing noises. "Just don't forget about me." The woman almost purred.

"After that kiss, I doubt I would." Killian told her, he took her hand and kissed it. He still had a bit of his good form from his childhood. Then he headed to the exit.

The diner, good thing Storybrooke was tiny and had only one diner. How could Killian stand to live here when New York City offered the world?

Tara ran as fast as she could, good thing she had a basic idea where the diner was. She thankfully made it there before he did. Tara slid into a booth and ordered a coffee. If she drank coffee, she wouldn't sleep. Exactly what she needed, not sleeping would mean no dreams.

Not even five minutes later, Killian came bursting through the door. He was merrily greeted by what seemed like the entire diner. Tara picked up a discarded newspaper to hide her face. Right now, with all these people, did not seem like a good time.

He was joking and laughing with his friends and he knew there was a beautiful but desperate woman waiting for him back in his dressing room. Little did he know, his life was going to come tumbling down, thanks to his sister.

Killian left his friends to talk to a blonde and the waitress at the counter. Though whenever he spoke, it always came out as flirting. He couldn't talk like a normal person, at least not when it came to women. The blonde seemed to know better or just not be interested and walked away. The waitress, on the other hand, obviously knew who he was and demanded an autograph. And she pulled down the neckline and Killian only obliged.

Then an elderly woman came from out from the kitchen to yell at Killian. He only offered her the same courtesy.

For Tara, that was the last straw.

This story will be published every Friday.

Also, it's very important to know that Milah is NOT Neal's mom. She's just a woman who Killian met. Neal doesn't have any relatives.

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