Hey guys, I have this posted under my Tumblr (black-wolf066) as well, and am currently trying to project my need for all things father/son or father/daughter that is Captain Cobra and KnightRook. So expect to see a lot of that in the future from me...

I'll also update when time allows, but i seriously don't see this being any longer than like 2, possibly 3, chapters.

Chapter 1: Goosebumps… Really?!

Words: 1827

Rating: pg-13 (for language and whump I suppose)

Summary: In which the land of untold stories should have been a warning, that it wasn't just fairytales that were real.

Warnings: Killian Jones injured and BAMF!Henry protecting and taking care of him. (Slightly AU I guess considering I'm disturbing the canonical peace of Storybrooke and season 7 hasn't happened yet)

Henry should have expected this.

Their current predicament should not, in any way, have surprised him as much as it did. It was Storybrooke after all.

(You would think after six months filled with nothing but a crock full of crazy–beginning with his Aunt Zelena, watching the man he's grown to see as a dad die not once but thrice, and ending with the madness that was the Black Fairy–that one would have become desensitized by now.)

Yet it had.

Four years of nothing but utter, blissfully wonderful, peace would do that to a person, he supposed.

So, like every disaster to wreak havoc on Storybrooke in the past, it had happened suddenly and without warning.

They had been on his grandparent's farm, with most of his convoluted family and their friends gathered to celebrate his graduation; all sides of the property filled with wide smiles and echoing with mirth filled shenanigans. It was just after food and presents (finally being handed down his Grandpa's broadsword, and the pleasant surprise of his moms and dad gifting him the brand new motorcycle hidden in the shed), that Henry found himself filled with contentment; his momentary stress of deciding what he wanted to do with the rest of his life taking a back seat for now (his first mistake he realized too late).

Out in the field, his little Uncle Neal and little Robin both were squealing joyously as they were chased across the grounds by old, faithful Wilby. And close by to them, was the ever watchful eye of his heavily pregnant grandma and Aunt Zelena; the two leaning against the wooden fence and smiling and laughing as their children were herded around by the sheep dog. In the house, both his mothers, Grace, Granny and Geppetto, were clearing the food away and getting the desserts ready, their easy chatter and laughter that filtered out of the opened windows nearly being drowned out by the impromptu 'sword' fight taking place by his Grandpa, his dad, August and Jefferson; the others goading the four good-naturedly as they observed from the sidelines.

Henry himself had just finished putting most of his presents away in the back of the bug, his hand reaching for the broadsword to put on top of the boxes, when it happened.

An orange swirling portal had opened up far off to the side of the house, the whirling wind it created blowing trash and table cloths across the ground as it slowly grew bigger in size and strength. Not bothering to slam the trunk shut, Henry gripped the handle of the now unsheathed sword tight and raced back around the house toward the backyard where he could hear orders being shouted over the panicked cries of the guests.

Across the field, Zelena and Snow were ushering the kids and those closest to their location to the barn, where Regina had poofed herself to the front of and was already throwing up a protection spell to shield them. He caught a glimpse of Emma doing the same to the house as he rounded the corner, with Jefferson, August and some of the dwarves ushering everyone else inside the home when the first attack from the portal came.

Green leafy vines, the size of tree trunks, shot out of the opening like speared whips; knocking David—wielding the pitchfork he had been using for the 'fight'—and Grumpy and Happy—both wielding their pickaxes, that none of the dwarves ever seemed capable of being without—off their feet while acting as a line of defense for the others. Henry was stopped from moving any closer to help as a few more vines came slithering toward him. He jumped and rolled, a move he had perfected over the years of being taught by David and Killian, and blocked the point of another vine from piercing straight into his gut.

"David!" He heard Killian shout; risking it as he spared a quick glance toward the house to see him, Jefferson and August racing down the steps, each with swords in hand that his grandpa had retired to be decoration over the fireplace.

In the next moment another vine was shooting for him, and Henry was forced to back up and farther away from help, and he cursed as he caught sight of the size the portal had become. It was large enough now to engulf the two-story barn, and the 'oh shit' feeling didn't recede as the massive plant the vines were attached too, came out of the gaping swirling hole; with more than seven dozen, equally as massive, Venus fly trap heads snapping and hissing as they slithered into view.

And seriously, the ventriloquist dummy cackling manically, and hitching a ride on the back of one of them, should not have surprised him as much as it had to know that "Goosebumps" was a bloody thing too.

The battle froze just long enough for the puppet to ask where R.L Stine was hiding, before the chaos erupted again, and it took everything Henry had to avoid the slithering groping vines as they fanned the expense of the property; hissing in outrage as their path was blocked by the barriers his mothers threw up to prevent it from leaving and entering the rest of town.

"There's too many!"

"Regina, stop throwing you're fire, you'll burn us all!"

"Where's Henry!?"

"I thought he went into the house with the others!"

Henry didn't have the time to answer, let alone take stock of where his family was and how they were fairing off in the fight; too busy dodging, hopping, blocking and hacking away at the plants to do much of anything else. Sure he had come a long way in four years, but that didn't negate the fact that this was his first real battle and not just a simple sparring match. His life—and his family's—were on the line here and he couldn't afford to risk anymore distractions; not at the wild rate the vines were multiplying and striking all around them.

"Jefferson, watch out!"

"Regina, there's your opening!"

The shouted commands from his family seemed to grow fainter the more he fought and dodged. He was no longer by the house, and every time he took one step forward to get himself back within range, the vines and snapping fly traps made him take two more in reverse.

"Henry! Behind you!"

This shout was louder and clearer as he twirled with his sword up to see a fly trap aiming right for him. It was easily bigger than he was, with saliva dripping off sharp thorn-like-teeth; the mucusy-liquid hissing and sizzling each time it made contact with the ground. He had just enough time to side-step left to dodge its gaping maw and slash his weapon to the right, the inhuman screech nearly bursting his eardrums as it made contact.

"Henry!"

He was about to yell that he was fine, but the air was suddenly knocked from his lungs by a body pushing him harshly to the ground on his stomach; barely having the time to register who had done it before the heavy weight was lifted off his back and a familiar, and very much human, scream rent the air.

It shook him to his core and would forever be the new soundtrack to haunt his nightmares to come.

With a grunt, he rolled out of the way of yet another reaching, groping vine, and looked up to see Killian's upper body dangling upside down from the mouth of another fly trap; the former pirate's face scrunched in uninhibited agony as he dug his namesake into the head of the carnivorous plant.

"Killian! Henry! Where are you!?" he vaguely heard his mother cry out at the same time he yelled, "Dad!"

His body involuntarily tensed at the second scream that tore from Killian's throat; watching in utter horror as the mucusy concoction began to mix with blood as it eat at his clothes and exposed skin.

"Shit!"

Right, there wasn't time for panic, Henry thought frantically as he ducked and rolled away from another fly trap snapping its jaws toward him; his eyes sweeping around for an opening or a way to reach his dad when he spotted it. With a dive over a vine, and a well-timed swing to take down the chasing fly trap, he rolled onto his feet and used the opened space to race head long for another; using the momentum to jump and spring up toward the barely conscious pirate.

With a shout of strain on his shaking arm muscles, he managed to dig the sword into the upper stem of the thing to prevent himself from falling back to the ground; cringing as another ear-splitting screech bellowed out and caused his ears to ring.

"Dad, hang on!" he yelled over the roar; yelping and clinging to the handle as the monster began to shake to and fro to try and dislodge him.

The movement only served to work the broadsword through the multi-cellular tissue however; effectively decapitating the head of the fly trap and causing him and the carcass holding Killian to fall back to the earth with a thud that once more stole the air from his lungs.

He definitely was going to feel this come morning.

With the flailing and the screeching ringing louder, and some of the vines retreating to lick their wounds, Henry used the opportunity to roll and crawl toward the now unconscious pirate. Jabbing the point of his sword into its mouth, he began to pry open the jaws; hissing out in pain when the toxic saliva spluttered out and onto his exposed arms and hands. Gods did it hurt, far worse than anything he could remember (even that one time when he and his ex-girlfriend had unfortunately and quite literally stumbled upon a fire ant hill), but he pushed through the scorching pain and moved as quickly as he could; knowing the monsters would be back with a vengeance otherwise as he worked.

It was after the third crunch of something breaking within the head as he worked it open, that Henry heard the movement from behind. He pivoted around with a rage filled cry as he swung the sword at its next victim, only to groan as they were replaced by two more (and Henry felt for all the world like Hercules battling the Hydra, only he wasn't a demi-god and his tired arms were screaming murder for a single moments respite).

As he hacked and blocked and dodged, keeping his protective stance by Killian's vulnerable form; he realized too late that they were being surrounded on all sides, the thick vines weaving into walls and effectively cutting them off from help by the rest of his family.

Than a portal opened under his feet and he and Killian were falling through it and landing only the bloody gods knew where.