Hey everyone! So, a few things to know about this story.
1. This takes place after Milah died and before the events of OUAT.
2. This is pretty much just to introduce my character, Lillian, and to introduce you to the situation at hand.
3. Next chapter takes place when she is older.
4. THIS IS A PAN/OC FIC (:
5. This is part one of a trilogy I am writing. Part two will take place during seasons 1 and 2 of OUAT, and the third will take place during season 3.
I do not own Once Upon a Time.
Okay, so PLEASE REVIEW! I love reviews!
The gentle sway of the waves caused the Jolly Roger to rock side to side as it cut through the blue-green water beneath it. . Seagulls could be seen nesting up in the crows nest and sleeping on the bow of the ship. Captain Killian Jones glared down at the most loyal of his crewmen, Mr. Smee. His jaw clenched as he put his hook down into the wood of the helm of the Jolly Roger. The moon shone full and bright in the night sky, and Hook was exhausted as he confronted the man. "Mr. Smee! Would you tell me why, exactly, it is that half of the supplies we just got are now gone?" He said through clenched teeth.
Smee gripped his hat in his hands and swallowed quickly. "W-well, Captain –"
Hook shook his head and spoke to him with a threatening tone. "Smee, whatever excuse you have it had better be good. Now we will have to stop at the next port, and honestly we are on a very tight schedule if I do say so myself." He said with narrowed eyes.
Hook watched as the smaller man gripped his hat tightly and stammered over his next words. "O-of course Captain! But you see, a few of the men thought that seeing as we would be gone for a while and that we would be in Never –"
Hook cut him off once more, his eyes flashing dangerously as he glared at Smee. "Don't finish that sentence, Smee. You know what would happen if she heard you."
Smee gulped and nodded his head. "Aye, Captain!" He stammered.
Hook shook his head and stepped away from the helm of the ship. "Mr. Smee, I expect us to be at port no later than noon tomorrow. I am retiring for the night, so I do not want to be bothered unless it is of the utmost importance. Understood?" He said with a tone of finality. He stood tall and straight as he glared at the shorter man.
"Aye, Captain!" He said with more vigor as he moved back down onto deck.
Killian rolled his eyes and called over Errol, one of the more experienced sailors aboard his ship. "Errol, come here mate!" He called to the older tanned, tattooed, and toothless man. Errol had been on the seas since before Killian had been born, and Killian trusted him with his life and his most prized possessions.
"Captain, how can I be of service?" Errol grinned at him. Hook smirked and tapped the helm of the ship with his hook.
"Keep on the helm for tonight; I want to be at port by noon tomorrow. Mr. Smee should be handling everything else." Hook said with a nod in the direction of the small and excited man on the deck.
"Aye, Captain." Errol said as he gripped the helm beneath his hands with a toothless smile.
Killian nodded and groaned as he carried his tired and ragged body below the deck of the Jolly Roger. He removed his scabbard and long leather coat, a sigh escaping him as the soft candlelight of his quarters reached his eyes. He heard a small yawn and smiled a tiny smile to himself as he entered the room. He set his scabbard and coat down on the dark wooden chair that sat in front of a small desk in his personal space.
His bed was pushed in the corner of the room, and across from his was a smaller bed with purple colored blankets on it. Beneath the colorful sheets and blankets was the form of a rather small person.
Killian walked over and sat down on the smaller bed, a gentle smile on his face as he did so. "Decided to try and wait up again?" He questioned as he began to tickle the person beneath the bedding.
A tired giggle could be heard in response as a head peeked up from out of the covers. A little girl about the age of four or five lay in the bed, her long black hair pulled back into a rather messy braid. Her bright blue eyes twinkled up at the Captain and a large smile was on her face. "Daddy!" She giggled as he continued his assault. "No, bad!" She giggled as he tickled her some more.
"Me? Bad?" Hook smirked as he stopped. He placed a kiss on the little girl's forehead with a small grin before lying down beside her in the bed. "Never." He said to her.
The little girl cuddled up to him with a small smile and yawned. "Daddy, can you tell me a story?" She asked him with hopeful eyes.
Hook sighed and rolled his eyes. "Well… I suppose." He stifled a laugh at the pout he got in return. "What kind of story do you want to hear tonight, love?" He asked as he looked down at the girl. "Princesses? Mermaids? What would you like?" He asked with a small smile.
The little girl scrunched her face up in a cute frown as she thought over the question. "Surprise me!" She exclaimed with a large smile.
Killian chuckled and tapped her nose before rolling his eyes. "Once upon a time, there was a fearsome and devilishly handsome pirate –"
"Daddy, I don't want to hear the story about you again!" The girl laughed.
Killian let out a bark of laughter and grinned. "Fine, fine." He began to think about a tale he had once heard long ago, about pirates from another land. "Once upon a time, there was a pirate called Captain Jack Sparrow…"He began to tell his story, sometimes having to pause to think it over before remembering. "And so in the end, Jack Sparrow got the love of his life… His ship."
He heard a snort of laughter and looked down to see his daughter laughing at him. "But Papa, that doesn't make sense!" She exclaimed. "How can someone love a ship?" She questioned.
Killian grabbed the soft stuffed bear that lay beneath her arm causing her to let out a huff. "Well, don't you love Mr. Charles?" He asked her with a smirk and raised brows.
"Well yes –" She began.
"Well… Jack Sparrows Mr. Charles was his ship, love." He said slowly as if to make sure it made sense to him as well.
The little girl furrowed her brow before smiling and nodding. "That makes sense, Daddy!" She yawned at the end, her small hand coming up to cover her mouth.
The Captain smiled and pet her head. "Time for bed, my little flower." He said as he stood and tucked her in. She smiled up at him tiredly and closed her eyes.
"Love you, Papa." She mumbled.
Killian sighed and watched as his daughter fell into a sleep, a sleep filled with dreams of candy and flowers. "Good night my dear sweet Lillian… I love you too." He leaned down, and in a moment of tenderness only shown for his daughter, placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
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Killian awoke to pounding on his door the next morning, causing him to roll over and groan. He got up quickly, anger coming over him as he ran a hand over his face. Strolling over to the door, he threw it open with a sneer on his face. "What the bloody hell is going on?" He growled.
Mr. Smee gulped and looked up at the angry captain. "Captain! We have reached port… But there is something else, Sir." He stammered.
Killian frowned and shook his head. "What, Smee?" He growled impatiently.
"We have made port, Sir. However, there is something else… She is here." He said fearfully. "It's about your plans, Captain." He said.
Killian stared at him blankly before swallowing and nodding his understanding. "Mr. Smee, if you would watch over Lillian for a moment it would be appreciated." He said as he grabbed his coat quickly and put his feet into his boots.
As he stormed up the steps and out onto the sunny deck, he squinted his eyes to adjust to the brightness. He frowned however, when he noticed the tall woman clad in a dark elaborate cloak standing by the helm of the ship.
"Morgana! What a lovely surprise." He said as he attached his hook. He made sure his scabbard was attached and tightened before approaching her.
He had met Morgana not long after Milah had died, leaving him with Lillian. At first he had no idea what he was doing. One day, he had been sitting upon a barrel trying to get his daughter to eat, when all of a sudden a chuckle caught his attention.
"You're doing it wrong…" A sweet voice called to him.
He looked up and gave a tired and weary smile to the brunette woman.
"I know… I don't know what to do." He confessed.
The woman smiled and glided over to him with a gentle look in her eyes. "Here," She said and adjusted the babe within his arms. "You have to hold her like this." She said to him.
The baby immediately began to drink from the bottle. Killian gave a startled and joyful laugh. "Thank you…" He trailed off.
"Morgana. My name is Morgana." She smiled and reached out a hand.
He grinned and shook the hand she had extended to him. "Killian Jones."
"Ah, Killian." She gave a sly smile to him. "I have heard you are going to Neverland, and I am quite concerned."
Hook raised an eyebrow before giving a grin. "Any why would that be?" He asked.
The woman smirked before pacing in front of him. "Well, you are going to be in Neverland for a while. What are you going to do with Lillian? Neverland is a dangerous place, Killian." She gave a concerned look. "Not to mention… You are going to be gone for a while. You will not age, and she will not age. Do you want to curse your daughter to being five for the many years to come?" She questioned with a sweet smile.
Killian frowned and thought it over. He had not wanted to take his daughter to Neverland… He did not want that Devil to even know that Lillian existed. "What would you have me do?" He spat at the woman. "This crew, this ship…" He stammered. "I am the only thing she has. We are the only thing she has." He said as he gestured to the ship beneath his feet.
Morgana nodded her head and smiled at him. "This is why I am offering my services, Hook." She said with a compassionate look.
Killian didn't buy it. "And what does that entail?" He asked.
Morgana paced and stopped at the rail of the ship. She stared out at the horizon with a smile plastered on her face. "Well, you leave your daughter with me until she is seventeen. For the next twelve years, I will take care of her and she will know how to take care of herself." She then turned to look at him. "By the time I'm done with her, she'll be able to bring a grown man down to his knees." She snarled with glee.
Hook frowned and glared at her. "Why would I want that?" He asked. He had never wanted Lillian to have to fight. He didn't even want to think of Lillian having to fight. And plus, he didn't want to miss out on her growing up…
"Because, Killian. She would be safe, she would be protected… And to be honest, she is going to need to know how to protect herself with the lifestyle that you lead, and that she is no doubt going to lead." Morgana told him with an airy voice.
The pirate glared down at the deck of the ship and rubbed his hand over his tired blue eyes. He had one thought going through his head over, and over, and over again. "What would Milah do?" He questioned himself. "What would she want for Lillian?"
He swallowed and looked up at the woman with guilt washing over him. "Deal. You have a deal." He said to her.
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Lillian sat with Mr. Smee at the rail of the Jolly Roger, talking excitedly. "Mr. Smee, look over there!" She said as she pointed out towards the never-ending sea. She had spotted a lone seagull that had dived down ever so gracefully from the clouds, its wings just touching the surface of the water as it pulled a silvery fish from the sea. "Can I fly?" She asked as she looked up at him with sparkling blue eyes.
The older man chuckled and patted her shoulder. "Miss Lillian, you can do whatever you want to do if you put your mind to it." He said to her softly. Smee had a soft spot for the little girl, and he couldn't find it in his heart to tell her no.
She sighed dreamily and closed her eyes, spreading her arms out to the sides as a strong gust of wind came over the ship. She felt her hair whip around her and her dress cling to her legs. Opening her eyes, she frowned and furrowed her brows. "It didn't work." She said in her tiny voice.
Smee smiled and crouched down to her level. "Now, you're a Jones missy! Jones' don't give up that easily now, do they?" He prodded her stomach with a pudgy finger, causing her to laugh and shake her head.
"Nope!" She shouted.
Hearing footsteps on the deck, she glanced up to see her father walking towards her with a woman at his side.
Lillian tilted her head to the side and ran to her father with a curious look towards the woman. "Daddy, who's the pretty lady?" She asked. The woman chuckled and smiled at her.
"Charming just like her father, I suppose." The woman said.
Killian laughed and knelt down beside his daughter. "Mini-me, Daddy has to go away for a while…" He said. Lillian pouted and frowned up at him with sad eyes. "Aw, now none of that. Love, this woman is Morgana. She is a very old friend of mine, and she is going to take care of you while I'm gone." He said as he pushed a lock of black hair behind her ear.
The little girl pouted and spoke with a sad voice. "But… Papa!" She yelled. "Why?" She cried.
To anyone watching, it was certainly heartbreaking as the little girl cried and screamed at the wincing pirate.
The Captain thought quickly, trying to think of something to get his little girl to calm down. He felt ashamed at what he was about to do. "Love, Daddy is going to get you a present! It's an extra special surprise for my special girl!" He said with a charming smile. He picked her up and hugged her tight, his eyes stinging as he lied to her.
Lillian pulled back with a smile and then looked at her father's face with a frown. "You look sad. Why are you sad?" She asked.
Killian placed a kiss to her forehead and ran a hand through her soft locks of hair. "I'm not sad, silly! I'm just going to miss my favorite little pirate, that's all." He said with a small grin.
Someone cleared their throat, causing the pirate to look to the woman beside him. "Perhaps it would be best that we get going, yes?" She questioned. She had a feeling that if she let their little chat continue, Killian would change his mind.
"Of course…" He said looking up at her with a stony expression. He looked back down at his daughter and frowned. "Lillian, behave yourself. Listen to Morgana, okay?" He told her with a small smile.
Lillian smiled and nodded up at him, her eyes glistening as she hugged his face. "Love you, Daddy!" She giggled as she hugged him.
He chuckled and hugged her back before placing a kiss on her head. "I love you too, Darling." He handed her over to Morgana with a sad look on his face. The woman accepted her in her arms and began to walk off the ship.
"Behave yourself, Lillian! I'll be home before you know it." He called to her one last time.
Neither father nor daughter knew it would be more than twelve years before they saw each other again… And when they did, they would have both changed a great deal.