Baelfire frowned at Killian as he walked beside the older man. "Why should I trust you?" he demanded after a moment. Killian looked over at him and smirked smugly.
"Have I given you a reason not to trust me?" he inquired in his smooth Irish accent. "Hell, you've given me a reason not to trust you, but I'm helping you, aren't I?" he pointed out to the boy. Baelfire opened his mouth to argue, but he realized Killian's point and shut his mouth.
"Why are you helping me?" Bae asked suddenly. Even his own father had abandoned him, chosen a life of power over his own flesh and blood. Why would some total stranger try and help him?
"Well I can't just leave a boy out on the streets in good conscience, can I?" his tone sounded a bit mocking and made Baelfire think he had an ulterior motive. But Bae couldn't deny help. It was enough to be out on the street, not to mention the anti-immigration gangs. Somewhere to stay would be a definite plus, what with the bitterly cold New York winter coming.
Killian placed his hand on Bae's back to stop him. "Right here." he said simply as he gestured towards a town house. Bae hesitated for a moment before he followed Killian up the steps. He remained silent as Killian unlocked the door and let Bae in. Baelfire slowly entered the house and looked around. Killian seemed pretty well off. His house was well furnished, but there were few personal touches. No pictures, nothing. He heard Killian shut the door behind him and he turned to face him. "Do you live by yourself?" he asked. Kilian shrugged as he took his neatly pressed suit jacket off and loosened his tie
"Aye, but I occasionally have...business partners over." he replied simply. Bae looked around for another moment before back at Killian.
"So what do I do?" the older man smiled faintly at the question as he unbuttoned the small red button that was on either sleeve cuff before he moved to the living room that was adjoined to the foyer.
"Well I need someone to take things to and from my business associates." Killian explained. Baelfire gave him an incredulous look.
"You want me to work for you?"
"Well there's a room and pay in it for you if you agree." Bae furrowed his brow at Killian's offer. The promise of a warm bed and shelter from the coming winter that was constantly on Bae's mind definitely sounded promising. He hesitated, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
"Alright, I'll do it." he said begrudgingly. Killian's lips twitched up into a pleased smirk.
"Good, I assume you don't go to school?" he asked. Baelfire shook his head, his dark brown curls falling in his eyes as he did.
"I went to school back at home, but I haven't since I got here." Bae said as he fidgeted with his hat. Killian gestured to the armchair near him. Bae took a seat and relaxed the tiniest bit. Killian didn't seem too bad.
"Well I'll see what I can do about school. Where are you from, boy?" he asked, seemingly interested in Bae, though he did occasionally glance towards the door as if he were expecting company.
"I'm from Scotland." Bae was starting to warm up to Killian, but he kept his answers simple. Killian raised his brow when he heard Bae's answer.
"Scotland, you say? Visited there once or twice..." he murmured, Bae missing the flash of nostalgia in his bright blue eyes. "You don't sound like it." Killian commented after a moment. Baelfire just shrugged.
"My mother was American. She was usually the one around." he explained. Killian nodded and was silent for a moment before his piercing eyes stared into Bae.
"Your mother, you said she was dead... What happened to her?" he asked quietly. Baelfire noticed a strange flicker of darkness in his eyes, but he didn't ask.
"She was murdered by a traveler." he replied shortly. He looked and because of that, he missed the look of utter rage that appeared on Killian's face. By the time he looked back up, it was gone. Killian looked ready to say something else, but there was a loud knock at the door. Killian sighed and stood up, as did Bae.
"Why don't you head upstairs and wash up while I take of business? Bathroom's first door on the left." Killian informed him, gesturing towards the staircase as he headed for the door. Baelfire nodded and walked towards the stairs. His foot had barely touched the first step when he heard Killian behind him.
"Welcome aboard, m'boy. Looking forward to having you here." Killian said with a dangerous smirk.
A/N: Okay so it was a rather short chapter, but the next will be longer. Please give me some ideas on what you think should happen next! Reviews would also be awesome.
Also, I chose Scotland for Bae's homeland because of Robert Carlyle's accent, and I'm pretty sure that Milah sounded American. Even so, it's an AU xD