A/N: So I was in an ocean of feels after 3.06 so I thought some Davy Jones/Captain Charming might cheer me up. That ship was the only one that wasn't spun about in the last episode. Well, maybe a little, but everyone else has bigger priorities.
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Killian sat on what he had appropriated as his rock, nursing his rum. Really nursing it because he was almost out, and then he'd have to face reality. Or make a deal with Pan for some more. That was starting to sound appealing. Back at the camp, Emma and Neal were filling each other in on everything that had happened on Neverland, and on the plan to save their boy. Killian obviously wasn't need for the conversation and even though he still wouldn't change what he done, he couldn't stay in the camp. Especially when Emma wouldn't even look him in the eye.
He heard a rustling from the trees around his rock and for the smallest of moments, he hoped Emma was coming to see him. When the Prince emerged, he was of course, disappointed and angry, at himself for feeling that way and because it wasn't Emma. Which made him more disappointed and angry, why was hope so bloody annoying? The Prince waited awkwardly at the edge of the clearing and Killian waved to the rock as if granting permission. Like it actually was his rock. It wasn't actually so bad on his backside if he really thought about it.
The Prince was looking completely miserable so Killian offered his rum in a silent show of support and the Prince chugged some down, still wincing at the taste. He passed it back and Killian swished it around, unable to regret that even more of his precious rum was gone.
"Thanks" the Prince said, "I just needed to get away for a bit."
"Understandably, mate" Killian replied, "Your secret's out now. I take it your wife's still not talking to you?"
The Prince nodded, utterly miserable and Killian found himself searching for something to say that would make him brighten up a bit. But what can you say to someone who is condemned to live their lives out on a hellish island? How can the fact that after he reunites his family, the Prince will make them abandon him seem any better? So, Killian offered his rum again but the Prince should his head to decline.
"I wanted to say I'm sorry." The Prince said, somewhat awkwardly. Killian guessed discussing his daughter's love life would always be awkward, regardless of the fact they were nearly the same age.
"It's not your fault, mate, it was bound to happen." Killian replied, taking another swig of this rum.
"No, well, I am sorry about that but that's not what I was apologising for. I'm sorry I misjudged you. All I saw was a pirate and I guess that's all I wanted to see, but you're an honourable man and I'm sorry that I ever treated you like you weren't." The Prince shrugged and stood up, "I guess that's just what I wanted to say."
Killian was stunned. This man, pretty much the embodiment of nobleness and honour and bravery, many traits that Killian had been missing for many years and had admired throughout his youth, was apologising to him. It was inconceivable.
The Prince was almost at the edge of the clearing when he turned around, "What is your real name, anyway?"
Killian was still stunned by the Prince that his words came out somewhat harsh, "What's it matter?"
The Prince shrugged again, "I know what it's like to live with a name that's forced on you. A name you take on as a disguise but one that's not really you, and you chafe at it and you're not really sure how to break free. Sometimes you just need to stop answering to it."
"Well, you're full of surprises, mate." Killian said, standing. He put his rum away and walked over to the Prince, holding out his hand, "Killian Jones, at your service."
David smiled and shook his hand, "David Nolan, a pleasure."
This man was as much a mystery as his daughter, and Killian was pleased to realise that his last thought of Emma brought slightly less pain to him. Maybe the rum was finally helping.
"How'd you know that?" Killian asked, quite curious. "About the name, I mean."
Nolan laughed, "I wasn't always a prince, Jones. I'm not actually one at all, to tell the truth."
Killian smiled, "Well, that sounds like a fascinating tale. I hope to hear it one day."
Nolan looked at him, and Killian froze, remembering that Nolan would never leave the island, the tale would go untold. The reality of their situations destroyed the merriment they had been feeling, leaving behind what Killian could only describe as a sense of trust. Which was quite odd. The rum must really be affecting him.
Nolan patted him on the shoulder and began walking back in the direction of the camp. Killian followed, cursing himself for making everything more difficult. It was going to be bloody difficult to abandon this stubborn arse of a not-prince on this island but Killian couldn't think of any tricks or evasions to use. He was going to abandon this noble idiot on this hellhole and Killian knew, in this moment, that he would regret it for the rest of his life.
"Mate" Killian said, grabbing Nolan's arm to stop him from walking. "I should start teaching you about Neverland, So you can... Survive." He finished, somewhat lamely.
Nolan nodded and with a quick glance to where his family was waiting, turned back and sat on the rock. "So, where do we start?" He asked. And Killian racked his brains to think of every danger, every trick, trap and safe haven Neverland had to offer. He was going to abandon Nolan, but he would do his best to prepare him for it. Pan would not be ready for the wrath of the not-prince who had no one left to protect and every reason to want to punish Pan, Killian would make sure of that.
A/N: I tried to keep it in character so I don't think Charming would knock Killian out. I saw Charming nod after Killian confessed, they're bros forever. I considered adding a bit in where Killian offers to stay with Charming so he doesn't get killed (and so Killian is out of Emma's way, and her happiness - or so he thinks) but that seemed too soon. We shall see.
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- Adrina Stark