So here it is part 2. I decided to publish this part too for my friend hookedonapirate - thanks for your support, I really appreciate your support and lovely words. This time we have more of Killian, but of course we won't forget about our lovely Saviour.
I still do not own any of these characters.
"Smee!", Killian was furious. "I don't perform in the Neverland." "But Captain, it would be great publicity." "Bloody hell, I don't need publicity." "You do, Captain." Killian sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "But the Neverland?! Can't you find somewhere else? Anything?" "I'll see what I can do."
Killian went into his bedroom and slammed the door shut. He sat on his bed and took a picture in his hand. "I am so sorry, love. I should have listened to you. Now it's too late." He sighed and put it back on his nightstand. He took his MacBook and opened it. The performance of the young girl he met a few days ago was always on his mind. The power, the self-confidence, the lightness and the fire were things he missed so much. Deejaying was once his passion, but now it was only a job. A job he had to do, for living, for existing. It was the last thing left of his old life. The blond girl bewitched him. She seemed to be so innocent but seeing her with Neal hurt him. He never liked him, he was bad influence. He needed to forget her. Emma Swan. What an extraordinary name and so appropriate.
"Smee!", he yelled and his lightly overweight manager entered the bedroom. "What about the "right be there" in two weeks? I know that Locksley has canceled because of his son. Try to get this one." "Aye sir." The man dialed a number and left again. Killian looked once again at the picture of Emma performing on the table and shut the MacBook.
The only good thing in the Neverland was seeing Tink and Belle again. They were the heart and the soul of the club. When he entered the club both women came to him, smiling. "Killian! We are so happy to have you here", Belle welcomed him warmly and hugged him. Tink smiled and hugged him too. "We were afraid you wouldn't come." "Honestly I didn't want to, but you know Smee." Tink laughed and linked arms with him. "Is Pan here?" "Yes, Pan is here but Rumple isn't." Killian nodded. He hated this club. "You are the main act. There are two newcomers before you and one regular after you." "Who?" "Baelfire." Killian rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, Killian. You know him, he won't be here until his performance and you only have to see him for a minute." He nodded and took the glass of rum Belle offered him. "And the newcomers?" "Two girls. Don't know their names; one is here the third time, the other one the first time. Pan tries to bring more customers to the club, so he looks for young sexy girls who can be manipulated for his own good." "Not enough money?", Killian asked annoyed. "Killian", Belle said reproachfully and guided him to the backstage area.
"Hook", Pan said and got up. He was sitting in between his crew. A bunch of young men who adored him. Killian tried to stay calm. The man in front of him seemed to be younger than he was but he was a businessman and the owner of this club. "It's been a long time", Pan went on and shooed away one of his boys so Killian could sit down. "The funeral", Killian said and Pan nodded. "Right. Sorry for your loss. Good that my brother isn't here. Wouldn't be so pleased to see you again." "Sod him." Pan smiled and clinked his glass with his.
After some time the door opened and four people entered the room. "What's he gonna do here?" Killian turned, his eyes went wide. "Baelfire." "Yeah, Captain, that's my club so what're you doing here?" Pan got up and stepped closer. "Hey Bae, that's my club and I invited him. Do ya have a problem?" "Na uncle, not at all." "Good." "Killian you know Neal's newest girlfriend, Emma?" Killian turned and looked at the blond girl. He nodded in her direction, too surprised to say anything. "Emma, ten minutes", Felix said without looking up. Killian still watched them. Neal smiled wickedly and turned Emma so she faced him. He bent down and kissed her passionately, still looking at Killian. Killian narrowed his eyes and sat back down. Neal broke the kiss immediately. "Have fun, hun", he said while watching her leave.
Emma was irritated. It was the third time she was performing at the Neverland but she didn't know that the club belonged to Neal's family nor did she know that the famous deejay "Peter Pan" was his uncle. She was curious what other secrets Neal had. Her performance was like the others before. No interacting with the audience, no performing. Just deejaying. One of Pans admirers, a so called lost boy, gave her instructions while performing. After one and a half hours everything was over. When she switched to playback modus she noticed someone next to her.
"Hello, love." Emma smiled and blushed. "Hi." "You all right?" She nodded. "I am sorry, I will be out in a minute", she said hastily. "Take your time, love. You do not have to hurry because of me." Emma tilted her head. She wanted to say something when Neal suddenly showed up behind Captain Hook. "You comin', Ems? I won't perform tonight. Not after him." Emma frowned but nodded. "Bye", she said and left the stage. "Love?" She turned slowly. Neal panted impatiently. Hook held up an USB stick. Emma blushed and came closer. "Never leave your music. It's your most precious treasure", he said locking eyes with her. Emma nodded when she heard Neal's annoyed voice. She smiled at Hook and turned. Before they reached the door she turned one last time and noticed that he was still looking at her. He smiled and winked at her.
"Neal?" "Go back to sleep, babe." "I have to go to work." "Doesn't my uncle pay you enough?" "It's not about the money. I don't want to give up my job until I make myself a name in the business and Granny finds someone to replace me." "As it's so hard to find another waitress", he replied, his voice thick of sleep. Emma rolled her eyes and climbed out of bed. "Will you perform tonight?", she asked him. "Not in the Neverland, I have another gig." "Where? Maybe I can join you after my shifts over." "Nah, not necessary", he replied and turned. Emma sighed and grabbed her purse. "See ya." "Bye hun."
"Emma, you really should call them." "Ruby, I do not think that they need an amateur like me there. Come on, you are no amateur anymore. You deejay at the Neverland. THE NEVERLAND!" "Yeah but Pan never chooses me for a big gig. I'm always the no name before the main act. It's really depressing. I am not allowed to do it my way or to interact with the people." "Talk to Pan. You said he is Neal's uncle. You are his girlfriend. Use this connection."
Emma thought about her words. "You know what, Ruby. I'll make a mix. I will go to some clubs and agencies and maybe someone will hire me." "Yeah girl, do it." She smiled to herself, happy about her decision. "You need a name." "I have a name." "No, I mean an alias." "Like what?" "I don't know. But we'll come up with something." Emma nodded. "Okay but the most important thing is the song." "You need a homepage. We could make one now. There are no customers and even if there will be, we have plenty of time." Ruby was excited and looked at Emma. "Come on, just a basic one. Pictures, link to your music and videos on YouTube, contact dates." "There are videos on YouTube?" "Sure." "Let me see them." Ruby opened YouTube and searched for Emma. "You also need social media. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat." "Don't you think that's a bit too much?" "You always need to be prepared." Emma smiled, normally she told her when Ruby was going out. "Okay let's do this."
At half past two the girls were finished. "It doesn't cost a thing and it looks kind of professional", Ruby said and checked every link again. "I like it." "Me too, but you still need a name." "Let's start with my name name and when we find a better one we can change it. "Alright." "Great. Your facebook page is also online. I took the same picture as on the homepage; also your contact dates and again links to your homepage and to YouTube. There is also a button to contact and book you." "You are great. Thank you so much." "You are welcome. But don't forget me when you are rich and famous." Emma laughed. "How could I forget my best friend?"
"Killian, you have a meeting with Mr. Mitchell in twenty minutes. And this afternoon you have a meeting with two of the organisers of the upcoming festivals."
"Alright. What about Hastings and the club performance, when do we have the final meeting?" "I'll call him. Maybe we can do this today too." "Whatever." Killian didn't even look at his manager. He worked on a new song but something was missing although he didn't know what."
Fifteen minutes later he sat opposite an elder man who looked at him sternly. "So, Mr Jones. Will you still buy the property although Mrs Jones...", the man stopped immediately when he saw Killians facial expression. "Yes, Mr. Mitchell, I still want to but the whole property. But tell me, do I need to change anything within a specific time period or is it up to me when I start the project?" "That's all up to you. But you shouldn't forget, that, for everything you need an official approval for, it will take its time." "Thank you, Mr Mitchell. When I decide to start the project, you will be the first I call." "Great. So you must sign here, here and on the next page." Killian signed and smiled satisfied. "After the money transfer the property will be yours. I think in two weeks everything will be settled. I'll call you. And if you have any further questions, don't hesitate and call me."
Killian shook his hand and nodded. "Thank you for everything." "Mr Jones, I think buying this property will be the best investment of yours. Mrs Jones would be proud of you." Killian smiled sadly. He knew the man was right but it still hurts talking about his lost love. The man separated and Killian drove to his next meeting.
"Thank you for your time, Mr Hastings", Emma said and left the room. She was disappointed. She hoped at least that he would listen to her mix, but the only thing he said was that he will get in touch with her. Nah, he also could have said, thank you for coming, I'll trash your mix and you will never hear from me again. Emma wasn't stupid. She knew her chances were tiny but she has a dream and she was willing to fight for it.
Deep in thoughts, she didn't look where she went and bumped into someone. "Oh I am so sorry", she said and looked up. "You all right, love?" Emma relaxed in an instand and smiled shyly. "Yeah, I am really sorry, Mr. Jones." "Killian, love. Killian Jones, at your service." Emma blushed and put a strand behind her ear. "I'm Emma. Emma Swan." "Nice to meet you, Emma." The shade on Emma's cheeks deepened when her eyes met his. "I gotta go. I don't want to detain you, Killian." "It's always a pleasure meeting you", he took her hand and kissed her knuckles. Like the first time they met. Emma blushed again but smiled broadly. "Bye, Killian." "Bye, Swan." He looked after her.
"Captain", Hastings welcomed him when he saw Killian standing in the hallway. "Mr. Hastings", Killian greeted him. They went into Hastings' office. "The girl who left, what did she want?" "The same all young girls want. A job." "Have you heard her music?" "Nah, and honestly I won't listen to her mix. She is just one in a million." "No. I know her and she is really good. She has potential." "Really?" "Aye." "Hmmm, okay, maybe I will listen to it." "You definitely should do this." "Alright. But enough of the girl. Let's talk business."
About an hour later Killian left Hastings office. There wasn't enough time for a proper meal, so he decided to fetch a sandwich and drive directly to his next appointment. He thought about Emma. The girl had something special but he didn't know exactly what it was. Maybe he saw himself in her. She must be as old as he was, when his career started. He could remember how excited and overwhelmed he was. But the fire and the passion she radiated was extraordinary.
"Neal, you here?", Emma threw her purse on the table and opened the curtains. The apartment seemed to be empty. She sighed. She had hoped that Neal would be here. She needed someone to talk. The whole afternoon she went from on office to another, trying to get a job. But everyone told her the same. We'll call you. Sorry no jobs available at the moment. We can put you on hold. Or worse. Not one wase willing to hire her or even listen to her mix. She sighed and examined the fridge. "Damnit Neal, don't you even have anything to eat at home?" She grabbed her purse when suddenly her phone rang.
"Hello? Emma Swan's speaking." "Ms Swan? My name is Cooper, I am Mr Hastings personal assistent. Is it possible to meet with Mr Hastins in an hour?" Emma was surprised and had to sit down. "Yeah, sure." "Great. You know where?" "Yes. Shall I bring anything?" "No, we have your music here, all informations from your homepage online. Mr Hastings has listened to your mix and wants to speak about a performance with you." Emma wanted to scream, but tried to stay calm. "Alright. Thank you Mr Cooper." The man laughed. "Don't thank me, sweetheart. You have a special friend, you should thank him." With this words the man hung up. Emma was so excited she didn't even think about who could be this special friend.
She couldn't think straight. She left a note and left again. She hired a cab and drove back to Mr Hastings office. Forty five minutes later she stood in front of the large building. She sent a message to Ruby. She was so nervous, her stomach hurt. She waited another five minutes but Ruby didn't reply. Emma took a deep breath and entered the building. She took the elevator to the seventh floor. The moment she stepped out of it, she received a message. So proud of you. Be yourself and kick their asses. Luv ya. R Emma smiled, she loved her best friend so much and was more than glad for her support.
"Ms Swan?", a young handsome man asked suddenly. She looked up and nodded. "I'm Cooper, Mr Hastings will be ready in a minute. Come. Do you want anything?" "Maybe a water, please?!" Hastings personal assistant smiled and guided her to a conference room. He placed a bottle of water in front of her and an empty glass. He sat down across her and smiled warmly. "How long do you deejay?" "Since I was eighteen. It started at small parties and in small clubs." "And why do you want to deejay at all?" Emma leaned back and toyed with the label of the water bottle. "Music is my life but whatever I've listened to, it never was exactly that what I needed and wanted. So I started to arrange my own songs. Mashups mostly, I have different playlists. Love songs, Christmas, beach party and more. If I like a song I mix it up." "You have any idols?" "Deejays you mean?", Emma thought about this question when Hastings entered the room. "Thanks Cooper, I'll take it from here." Cooper got up and nodded. When he closed the door he winked at Emma.
"So Ms Swan, thank you for coming back." Emma looked at the elder man and smiled. "No,thank you for your invitation." "I listened to your music and I must say it's different but in a good way. It's fresh, passionate and I liked it." Emma blushed and smiled shyly. "Thank you, Sir." "I think you know I have a club here in town and some others across the country?!" Emma nodded curiously. "Well, I want you to perform at my club on Saturday and if I, my manager and some others like what they see and hear I will offer you a job." Emma's eyes widened. "But I have to say that you will perform for free on Saturday although you will be allowed to do the full program of yours. Dancing, singing, interacting, whatever you want - show us what you can." Emma nodded hastily. "Thank you sir, I won't disappoint you." "Good. I don't like disappointments. I hope I don't make a mistake by giving you this chance." Emma shook her head. "No Mr Hastings, thank you so much." "Great, Cooper will discuss all the details with you. But one more thing, Ms Swan. Are you willing to move?" "Move?" "Yes, I will open a new club in Chicago and if I hire you I want you there." Emma nodded. "Good, so I'll send Coop back in. It was a pleasure meeting you again." Emma nodded and shook his hand. A moment after he left, Cooper was back with her and talked about all the details of the performance.
Thirty minutes later Emma sat in a cab again. Her head was spinning, she was so excited but also overwhelmed. She never thought about leaving Boston. She loved it here. Her friend was here, Neal was here. She didn't have much but what she had was here. When she left the car in front of Granny's she didn't know exactly what she should do.
"Killian, it's been half a year. You cannot grief forever." Killian drowned his rum and turned to the man who was talking to him for the last fifteen minutes. "I know, but without her something is missing." "If you don't accept any offer to perform at a huge festival you will be replaced and forgotten. It isn't that easy like some years ago. You are a legend but if you don't perform and be present your fans will find another one to cheer at, to support." Killian sighed. He was so sick of this conversation. He knew his friend was right, he knew he had to make a decision but he wasn't ready for it. Not now. Not today.
"Robin. I know you are right. But sometimes I don't know if I still want all of this." "You mean you will end your career?" "I don't know." "Killian, when Marian died I also wanted to end my life. But it wasn't possible. I had Roland and I knew I had to go on." "But I don't have kids." "Right, but you have friends and you know that Milah would have never allowed you to stop your life." "Robin, I lost everyone in my life. My mother, my father, Liam and now Milah. Maybe I need a break." "So take a break. But don't stop living. Go out, make new friends, travel. Or work. Work harder than ever before. Move on."
Killian sighed. "You are right." "What about you? Any new love in sight?" "No time for looking. With working and Roland my schedule is full." "We should have a men's night soon. If I have to live my life, you will too." Robin nodded. "Alright, mate. What about Saturday?" "Saturday it is then and I know exactly where we will go."
So what do you think so far – there is so much I want to include to this fiction. I have many ideas and there will be about 10 more chapters. Eventually more – I don't know. Please give feedback.