A/N: Another chapter for my lovely readers! I hope you are all enjoying this so far. I've been binge watching OUAT quite a bit lately and felt inspired to get a chapter out today. Please follow/favorite/review; they are always appreicated =)
III
"Good news, Hook," Davie announced as she walked back into the hospital room. She put herself just in front of the bed where Killian was staring at her, waiting for this news that she had to shared. Those blue eyes also narrowed at the annoying emphasis she put on his alias.
"You get to walk around uncuffed for a bit," she stated getting a look of surprise in return. "Don't get excited yet; with good news, there is bad news."
Killian's face dropped into a frown, mentally smacking himself for thinking there wouldn't be a catch to this.
"The bad news is that you're stuck with me the whole time." Davie finished not quite letting him know that the reason he would be walking up and around without restraints was to help prevent Cora from releasing her reign on Storybrooke.
"I wouldn't call that bad news, love. I quite like being near you," Killian teased with that all too familiar gleam of flirtation in his eyes. Davie only rolled hers in response.
"It's bad news for me." She walked over to his right and grabbed his cuffed wrist, with a gentle hand to his surprise, and took them off him.
"What's the catch?" he asked sitting up more as the dark haired woman walked to the counter in the room and grabbed his clothes that were folded there. She walked back over to him and plopped the stack on the corner of the bed.
"You're going to help prevent Cora from doing whatever it is she's up to," Davie responded with an irritable tone. Not only was the situation with Cora stressful and tedious to deal with, she would have to deal with the flirty captain as well. Emma still insisted she stay on "Hook Duty" because Davie had the most experience in dealing with pirates, and not because she was one. Mostly because she commanded an entire crew of misfits. Davie tried to argue that Killian was not just the average pirate but Emma wouldn't take no for an answer.
Killian chuckled, "What makes you think I'll help you?"
Davie walked back up to him and put her hands on either side of him, gripping the handles that were on the hospital bed. They were only inches from one another, eyes making direct contact. Her gaze was hard against his playful eyes.
"Because if you don't, you'll have worse to worry about than some fucked up ribs," she threatened. She really didn't have the patience to deal with him today. After a sleepless night of making sure the jackass didn't escape and no coffee in her system, she was displeased with how the start of the morning was going.
Killian looked unphased, maintaining the playfulness on his features even if he felt a small twinge of uneasiness from her words. He wouldn't let that show, though. He couldn't. The amount that Davie Jones intrigued him far outweighed the concern of who she was and what she was capable of. He wasn't even quite sure why he was interested in her, or why he felt the constant need to poke her buttons; he just did.
"You know; your accent is positively exquisite when you threaten a man." He smirked just as she rolled her eyes and pushed off the bed and away from him.
"You have one minute to get dressed and walk into the hallway," Davie demanded as she turned to walk to the door.
"What's in it for me? What do I get out of this?" Killian questioned with a now serious expression. The fellow captain stopped and turned back around to face him. It was Davie's turn to smirk at him, one eyebrow slightly raised with amusement. It only made her seem more alluring to him.
"Meet outside this door and find out." With that, Davie walked out the door and left Killian in the silence of the room.
Davie grabbed her bag off the ground, throwing it over her shoulder and leaning against the wall. Emma had stopped by with her bag that contained Davie's issued gun from the station along with her badge, extra rounds, and Killian's hook. Emma explained to Davie that she'll be in charge until Emma returned from New York with Gold and Henry. Turned out that Gold tracked down his son, Baelfire and had become set on finding him. Davie assured Emma that the town would be fine without her, and that she and the other's would find Cora before it was too late.
The door to the room opened and out walked Killian, back in his familiar black pirate-ware. Davie would never say it out loud, but the dark, villain look worked for Killian, really well. She was sure he was a handsome man before becoming a pirate, however, pirating seemed to add to the appeal.
Nope, don't think those thoughts, Davie. You may be able to drop the past, but he's still a twat. She scolded herself and focused back to the task on hand.
"If it's you I get out of this, then I must say I'm far from disappointed." Davie groaned at his attempt to charm her and opened her bag and reached in, grabbing his hook. She held it in front of him and nearly smiled as his face became serious.
"Now, cooperate and play nice, you get your hook back. If you can't promise me that, then you get to help us with no hook, no weapon," she explained as she now held it in both hands, twirling it in her fingers nearly teasingly. Unknown to her, something about the way she was handling it was causing Killian to feel a rush of heat through his body.
He went to grab it from Davie, but she held it out of his reach, immediately putting her free hand against his chest to keep him back until he agreed. They were close again and it only made Davie's heart beat faster. Still, she kept her face serious as she observed him. There was something in his eyes that she couldn't quite place, something that made them seem a darker shade of blue than they were before.
"Best not twirl it like that, could cut yourself," he breathed, clearly aware of how close they were yet again. Except this time, he could very well take control of the situation if he wanted.
"Do you agree to my terms, Hook?" Davie asked with a firm voice.
Killian remained silent for a moment as he thought over her words. He would just have to help for the time being, play nice. When the time was right, he would find and kill the crocodile like he had been planning.
"Aye, milady."
Davie held eye contact with him as she brought the hand holding the hook in front him, offering for him to take it. Without breaking the contact, Killian took it from her.
"Then let's go," she said as she dropped her hand from his chest and walked down the hall. Killian reattached his hook and walked after her, not bothering to avert his eyes from the view of Davie's walking figure.
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Davie and Killian met with Mary Margaret, David, and Leroy; they were on their way to the docks to inspect the Jolly Roger. They wanted to start with the most obvious place that Cora would hide, and Killian's ship was the most obvious place on the list.
"You didn't even ask about my recovery," Killian pointed out the group that had joined him and Davie.
"How are you feeling, Hook?" Mary Margaret asked in a bored tone, not feeling up to his games and playful attitude. She had enough of that during their first encounter.
"Come closer and -" Killian was cut off by Davie's hand covering his mouth and pulling him back towards her. She did not want to hear what was coming out of that mouth next, nor did she want to put up with David and Killian getting into it.
Davie dropped her hand from his mouth and glared at him. Those burning jade eyes just igniting some unknown feeling somewhere in Killian. "You want to lose the other hand, Hook? Cut the crap and show us your ship. I know you're cloaking it."
At this moment, they were standing on the docks where several boats were lined up and anchored. Davie was right in Killian's space with that burning gaze boring into his eyes. The other three companions just stood there watching the transaction happen between the two pirates. Mary Margaret looked up at David with a knowing sparkle in her eyes that David could only return with a small smile.
"Aye, that's right lass. I see you know my tricks," he responded with a smile.
"Pirates generally know the tricks of other pirates, Hook. Where's the Jolly Roger?" she pushed.
Killian chuckled and moved passed her, walking past the other three towards an emptier part of the dock. "I don't know what you expect to find. Cora won't be here."
"Well, maybe she left something behind that will give a hint as to where she is," David stated as he walked besides Davie and Killian.
"No funny business," Leroy threatened. "I'm watching you pirate."
Killian looked back at Leroy, snorting in amusement that only caused Leroy to frown at him. "Yes, Dwarf. That should deter me from any maleficence."
"Oh don't worry, Leroy. He'll help us," Marry Margaret chimed in with a positive tone. Davie smirked at the woman's comment, knowing she was right. And she was going to explain exactly why.
"Oh really? And makes you so sure?" Killian inquired as they stopped by a fishing boat, no other boat docked on the other side of it. Davie stood between David and Killian who were focused on Mary Margaret. Davie looked over to the empty dock opening the moment she heard a creak come the area.
"Because you're a pirate. You know which way the wind blows, and, right now, it is gusting towards us," the short woman replied with a look of confidence on her face.
Davie had moved away from the group just as Killian was about to reply. She walked to the empty area and listened again to make sure she hadn't been mistaken. Her eyes watched the odd ripple pattern that was forming as well. Something was there. The light creaking and the ripples were enough to enforce her instincts.
"Oh. I see where your daughter got her gumption," she could hear Killian retort to Mary Margaret from about ten feet away.
Davie let a breath and picked her foot up to step on what she would hope are steps onto the invisible vessel. She felt relief swell inside her as she foot hit a stair. She climbed up the stairs and straight through the cloaking spell right onto the beautiful ship that was the Jolly Roger. For what this ship had gone through, Killian had kept her clean and polished. Davie would never deny that Killian was a good Captain. From the stories she had heard, one of the best and among one of the most feared as well.
"Couldn't wait to get those feet back onto the sea, lass?" Killian observed as he and the others walked onto the ship. He was right; a part of a Davie was happy to feel the motions of the waves on the ship. She felt surprisingly peaceful and comfortable at that very moment. However, this feeling couldn't compare to the one that her ship would give her.
"You sailed from our land?" Davie asked him as she walked to the starboard side, her hand gliding over the polished railing. She didn't bother to control her urge to admire the ship; she missed this feeling.
"Can you sail it back?" Leroy followed up with the question that was buzzing in everyone's heads. Could this possibly the way back home?
"My ship? She's a marvel. Made from enchanted wood. We weathered many a storm together, seen many strange, glittering shores," Killian gloated with a bright smile which was quickly gone when Davie looked over at him with firm look. "But, to travel between lands, she must go through a portal."
There was a pause amongst all of them as they gathered their thoughts.
"What do you know about Cora's place?" David asked, breaking the silence. Davie was now leaning against the railing a few feet away from the rest of the group, watching the exchange of words between the two men.
"Cora's not the most communicative of lasses. I will tell you this – whatever malice she has in mind, her weapon of choice is in here," Killian answered as he moved next to a covered cage of some sort. The others had moved closer but still far back enough in case of a threat. Davie was now walking slowly over to them as she stared at the covered cage.
Killian grabbed the tarp and pulled it off the cage to reveal what was stuck inside it. It was a heavy set man, rather young, with a beard that wasn't quite filled out and a mass of brown hair. He seemed to be unconscious seeing as his eyes remained closed and his face remained relaxed.
"Who is that?" Mary Margaret asked as she kept looking at the caged man. Davie looked over at Killian who glanced back at her, catching the confused look in her eyes.
"You have ten seconds to explain why you have a man in a cage on your ship, Hook," Davie ordered.
Killian looked back at the man and sighed. He already knew that this whole situation was going to end bad quickly, and he hoped he wouldn't be around when it happened. However, with Davie here, he doubted that he would be going anywhere.
"That would be Cora's plan; a giant," he answered.
