Don't own. CH. Summary: Uma's calm to Harry's storm.
I'm going to Aurdon, I'm going to Aurdon, I'm going to Aurdon, I'm going to Aurdon.
Leaving.
Harry barely registered the hisses of anger from the crewmates. It was taking everything in him not to…he didn't know what, but he was sure it wasn't going to be good. Harry pushed down whatever he was currently feeling because she was he captain and he was her first mate. And honestly, this was Uma they were talking about, of course she had to have some sort of plan.
"You heard 'er! Get the hell out!" Harry threw in a few more choice words that had the rest of the crew running scared out the Fish Shop.
Once the riff-raff were gone Harry turned around and offered a hand to Uma. She took it immediately and stepped down from the table.
"Well then," Ben clapped his hands together, a nervous but hopefully smile on his face. "Should we start to get out of here?"
Uma's hand tightened on Harry's when he tried to pull away, "Give us a minute."
She asked where to meet and watched as the "VK's" left the chip shop. Evie looked as if she couldn't get out the place faster. Normally, she wouldn't just let them leave because Mal couldn't be believed to keep a deal if it was to save her own life. But, Ben was with him and his guilt, misplaced or not, would keep them from leaving the Isle until Uma was with them.
Now on the next task.
"Harry," Uma said, turning him so he was standing directly in front of her.
Harry's face was a blank canvas, something Uma had only seen in the worst times of his life. His face was unreadable, but Uma could likely guess what was he thinking. He was really, quite easy to predict. If you knew him that is, and Uma knew him.
"Harry," Uma said again. And the dam broke.
His eyes sparked fire and he ripped his hand out of hers, stumbling back a few steps. "Yer goin' to leave!? With them!?" He spun and threw his hand in a wide arch, sending half eaten trays and cups flying.
"Yer goin' to be a pretty pink princess?! Live in castle with some prince!? A king!?" Harry's eyes screamed murder and the voice rose with every question he hurled.
Uma glanced at Gil who was hiding behind the counter trying to escape Harry's wrath. She thought that was smart of him, while Harry would never, even in the ugliest fits of rage, lay a hand on Uma; the same couldn't be said for anyone else.
Harry flipped a table on its side, huffing and puffing throughout the shop and Uma figured she should stop him before her mother caught wind of the unnatural amount of noise that was coming from the shop.
She strode over to an undisturbed table a pulled out a chair and then in her most captain-ly commanding voice she said, "Harry."
His voice cut off mid-sentence and gaze swiveled over at her, his blue eyes red and glossy. Uma's heart lurched.
"Sit down," she ordered, nodding towards the chair.
He would obey, Uma knew, without a doubt. She had found, over the many years of having Harry beside her that there were only two ways to deal with his outbursts (and that was putting it mildly). One, was just wait it out, he'd get it out of his system eventually and come strutting back her with lazy smile on his face and an apology in his hands.
Or, distract him. With either touches across his skin or an order in her voice. Surprisingly enough, or not if you consider where he grew up. Harry responded favorably to an authoritarian presence.
Harry sat, breathing heavily, eyes trained solely on Uma. As if she would disappear if he looked away or blinked. Uma walked in front of him and a put a finger under his chin.
"What's my name?"
"Uma," he breathed.
"Who am I?"
He blinked, finally, and wet his lips, "The captain—my captain."
"That's right," Uma's finger under his chin turned into her entire hand, as she grasped his chin in a unforgiving grip and pulled him forward. Face to face, only a hairs breath apart. "And are you questioning your captain?"
His eyes widened and looked away briefly before staring her down again. Harry said nothing in his defense and honestly Uma didn't expect him too. He had been questioning her, but she couldn't blame him, she'd let it go this time. He thought she was going to leave him, ignore him like the others. She smirked, the fool didn't know they were inseparable.
"Pack a bag, be quick," she released his chin, but didn't move back from him. "You too, Gil. Nothing unnecessary."
Harry's eye widened in realization and that shark tooth grin took over his face. "Uma," he whispered. He placed both his hands on either side of her face. "Uma, Uma, Uma."
He stood and pulled her flush against his body, resting his forehead on hers. Uma let him have it for a brief moment.
Not long later Uma, Harry, and Gil arrived at the spot Ben had told her to meet them. Mal and the others were leaned up against something covered in a tarp.
"Finally," Mal said, uncrossing her arms and making to remove the tarp.
Uma rolled her eyes, "Oh, we're extremely sorry. The servants were out today so we had to pack our own bags."
Harry barked a laugh, as Mal sneered at Uma. Tarp removed, Jay climbed into the driver's side with Carols taking shot gun.
"A car?" Uma quirked an eyebrow. "Is this a trick? A trap?" Next to her, she felt Harry stand alert, reading and waiting for a sign from Uma.
There was no road from the Isle to the mainland, if this was some ploy, and Uma wasn't sure because it didn't seem as though Ben had a deceitful bone in his body (the idiot), there would be hell to pay.
"Scared?" Mal taunted at the same moment Ben said, "Of course not."
"It's magic," he said with a soft smile. "The barrier will open briefly and a bridge will appear. We'll drive across safely to the other side, Uma. You have my word."
His word. Coming from anyone else Uma wouldn't have taken it for a grain a salt. But, there was something about Ben.
Uma nodded and motioned for Gil and Harry to enter the car.
"All aboard!" Harry said, manhandling Gil inside the limo before sliding an arm around Ben's neck. "Yer goin' sit next to me, Ben."
It was an awkward car ride. Neither side wanted to talk to other and the tension between Mal and Uma could be cut with Harry's hook.
Ben broke the silence that had settled around them, "So, did you guys say goodbye to your parents? Wouldn't want them to think something happened to you."
A beat.
"My mom wouldn't care," Uma said leaning back in her seat. "She'd just be pissed there'd be no one to run the night shift."
Harry, who had been hanging off and prodding Ben, suddenly ripped himself away from him. Scooting closer to Uma's side he began to twirl his hook in his hand.
Harrys family was a particularly sensitive subject. Between his two sisters and his father, there was no love lost. Constant beratement and abuse from father left with a warped sense of equal parts admiration and hatred of the man. He rarely saw his sister Harriet since she had her own pirate gang on the other side of the Isle. And as for his younger sister CJ…who knew.
Uma could sense that this car could go south very quickly if she didn't do something about Harry's spiral into familial issues. While she didn't think Ben would revoke Harry's invitation if he went off the rails, she wasn't going to chance it.
"Gil said goodbye," Uma said as she slid a hand into Harry's hair, he pressed back against her. "Had to keep it quick though. I'd wager his big ass family makes up half the Isle."
As if realizing he made a mistake in asking about their parents, Ben made a wholehearted gesture in listening to Gil every long-winded word about his family tree.
Looking away Uma caught Mal's gaze and found the girl staring at her and Harry through narrowed eyes. Uma flashed her a wicked grin once she noticed Uma caught her staring, Mal turned away in huff.
Ben had kept his word and they all arrived safely on the shores on Auradon. Uma didn't quite have a plan formulating, but she had enough to know that Auradon would never be same again once she got her hands on it.
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