About: (AU) Captain Hook/Killian Jones has recently arrived to Storybrooke with Cora on the Jolly Roger, and happens upon his little sister who was sent to Storybrooke by the Evil Queens curse. However, they did not part, in Neverland, on the best of terms.
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The dock was practically abandoned. Only one person stood about 5 metres away. Her eyes were closed and her face tilted to the sky. Killian stepped through the invisible barrier onto the dock. The young women jumped slightly as she turned his way. Killian cast his eyes to the ground watching his steps, ignoring the girls stares, as he passed by.
"Killian?" A small voice asked followed by approaching footsteps. Killian's head lifted of its own accord at his ill-used name.
He studied the strange girl. He didn't think he knew anyone who would know him in Storybrooke, nor anyone who would use his birth name. The girl was in her early twenties, quite a bit younger than he. She had long brown hair that sat past her shoulders in waves. Her face seemed familiar, yet not. Finally his gaze came to rest on her deep blue eyes.
His eyes.
He knew when the recognition showed on his face because the girl smiled. Imogen. His sister. First came relief and surprise but it was soon replaced by anger as he remembered he did not have any friends in this town.
He moved his hand to the pommel of his sword, "who are you?".
"Don't tell me you have forgotten your own sister," Imogen laughed awkwardly, stepping closer to him.
Killian drew the sword, knowing this had to be a trick. His sister… well, she was long gone. "I wouldn't dare to come any closer," he threatened, his teeth gritted in an attempt to control his anger. Though, he was sure it was a trick, hope made him hesitate.
Imogen stepped slightly closer, ignoring his threat. "Killian, I am sorry." Her blue eyes were full of regret.
He raised the sword placing it under her chin. His sister was just as stubborn as he, she would never apologise first.
"What the hell, Killian?" Her voice quivered slightly.
Before he could open his mouth to reply she ducked through his arm. The girl lunged forward grabbing his wrist and twisted him around. She was now behind him, her grip forcing his palm to open, and the sword to drop.
No one else knew that move. It had been one of the first things he had taught her before she had joined the crew of the Jolly Roger. "Imogen?" He asked, a small smile spreading.
She released her grip on him.
"Surprise." Imogen said, the side of her mouth tipping up in a forced smile. He had thought that he would never see her again. The last time he had seen her, he was sure it would be the last, and he had wanted it to be.
Before the curse hit the siblings hadn't talked in centuries. When Killian lost Milah they had embarked for Neverland so he could live as long as it took to kill Rumpelstiltskin. Imogen had tried to talk to him. She had tried to persuade him to let go of his anger. She hadn't wanted him to lose sight of whom he was.
But after failing time again, she had left. She had betrayed him and gone to live with the Lost Boys', leaving him completely alone.
The last time they had seen each other before the curse, Killian had been leaving Neverland for the Enchanted Forest and had disowned her
"Let it be. Nothing you say will change my mind, Imogen!" He yelled at her.
"Please, Killian. Milah wouldn't want…"
"You have not the slightest idea what Milah would want!" Killian had roared over top of her words. He banged his fist down on a crate next to him, needing something, anything, to lash out at. "Never speak of her again, Imogen!"
"Killian" Imogen pleaded, her eyes bloodshot and voice thick. Killian knew she was on the verge of tears but that didn't matter. Imogen had run out on him, she had given up on him and had then insulted his love's memory.
"Killian is no more. It is Hook now, and has been for a long time." He snarled at her.
"Please, brother!" She begged.
"I do not have any family. They are all dead." He spitted the words in her face.
Imogen cursed as hot tears ran down her face. "Throw her overboard," Hook had said to two of his men.
"No! No, Killian! Don't do this!" Imogen screamed as the men quickly overpowered her and dragged her toward the plank that another two men were sliding into place. "Please!"
'Hook' folded his arms across the front of his chest, his chin held high, as he watched her being pulled away.
"Hook!" She screamed in rage, as she was pushed off the plank into the icy depths of the sea.
Killian shook off the memory. Imogen's brows wrinkled in confusion, "where have you been?" She asked, referring to his absence in Storybrooke.
"I wasn't brought here by the curse, love. I came to Storybrooke by other means" Killian said picking the sword up and placing it in its holster.
"How did you escape it?" Imogen asked, intrigued.
"I had some help", he swung his hand nonchalantly in the air.
"Where were you? How did you do it?" Imogen could still annoy her brother after many years apart. Her habit of asking many questions at once was something she had been doing since they found each other those many years ago.
"The details are not important, lass." He smiled.
"Bad habits die-hard, Killian. It would pay you to remember that." Imogen teased, walking dangerously near to where the invisible gang-plank was.
"Hello, my pretty," she cooed, stepping up on the plank.
"Imogen!" He called out. She ignored him as usual and disappeared.
She was standing at the helm when Killian came up next to her. "Yours? I think not. This was my ship, last I checked."
"Oh, because you are the captain?" Imogen spoke the words with amusement. "We were once a team, brother. It was our ship."
"Oh yes. We were quite the pair - at odds all the time." Killian said sarcastically.
"We did have our moments though," Imogen smiled, properly for the first time.
They stood staring out over the endless sea, the only sound was the ships creaking with the slight tide.
"You didn't come to Storybrooke to find me, did you?" Imogen said with a deep sigh.
Killian turned walking away from her. Her question had thrown him. It would have made sense for him to be looking for. He probably should have been. A few weeks earlier he wouldn't have wanted to. He would have sent her away again. But so much had happened since time had been unfrozen in the Enchanted Forest. He had had moments where he wasn't Hook.
Killian seemed to be fighting to come back through.
"Nay, I didn't." He finally said. Imogen was silent. Killian turned to look at her, she stood rocking back and forth on her feet. She was biting her bottom lip, staring between her feet.
"No protests?" He asked, his sister's silence was worrisome. He could handle her yelling but silence was not something Imogen did well.
She shook her head, locking eyes with him. "I can't say I am surprised. We didn't exactly part on the best of terms."
"Imogen, I…" he stopped. Imogen seemed so lonely, broken even. He wanted to say sorry, but he didn't know how. "I know" He settled on.
"Did you know there's magic here now?" Imogen asked, playing with something in her pocket. Killian nodded, slowly.
"And that doesn't change anything." She said it as a statement but Killian answered anyway.
"No. I will still skin my crocodile." Nothing he was saying was what she wanted to hear, he knew that but he couldn't bring himself to lie to her.
She nodded, "Be careful, Killy." Imogen said, giving him a short hug.
Speechless, Killian watched as Imogen walked back off the ship and along the dock.
It was only after she was out of sight that Killian felt something in his jacket pocket. He reached around in it and pulled out a small velvet pouch. Inside were their most prized possessions: Their one and only family portrait and their mothers ring.