Well looke here another update...

I really need to get these stories finished, so this will be a time skip about 5 months. Gil is still on the run away from Harry and Uma and his family, hiding for those 5 months.

Warning: same, though talk of suggestive scenes.

Five months. Five months and no Gil.

They had tried to hold on to hope. They raced for a ship called the Lost Revenge, gathered their friends as crew. But Uma and Harry were worried, traumatized by the thought of Gil being hurt or possibly killed.

Uma fitted on her pirate hat, and rubbed her forehead. Harry laid a hand on her back in comfort, avoiding any bruises. Morgan gave a pitying look whenever he could, and tried to help.

"C'mere cous," he murmered one day, letting Uma rest on his shoulder. "He'll turn up. I know it. He's a LeGume, don't matter if it's not his last name. He's stronger than his brothers and father combined. I bet they'd all go runnin' off to their mommies if they went through what he's going through."

"I know, I'm just worried." She ran her fingers through Harry's hair, smiling a bit as his eyes closed instinctively and he smiled, leaning into her touch.

"He'll turn up, I promise," Morgan affirmed.

"Captain! Captain!" Desiree gasped, running in. Uma stared at the blond girl, wondering what must be so important. "It's Gil!"

Uma and Harry were up and alert immediately. Uma nearly knocked Morgan aside (with him scrambling to get out of the way) and ran outside.

"Get off me!" Uma froze at the shout.

Gil looked thinner than he usually did, blood caking his clothes, scabs and scars covering his face and arms. His eyes held a broken look. "Please, just let me go!" He struggled against the crew. Jonas and Gonzo tightened their grip as Bonny held him from behind.

"Gil!" Harry and Uma rushed to the teen, noticing how he flinched away from them.

"Please don't run," Uma said, pulling him in a hug. She signaled for her crew to let go. "We'll be at the ship. Please don't disturb us."

"Aye aye Captain."

Harry kept hold on a struggling Gil as Uma locked the door to the captain's quarters. Harry eventually made him sit in a wooden chair.

"Gil, don't ever run away from us," Uma commanded. "We were worried sick. Five months. Five whole months."

Gil looked around. "Nice ship," he commented.

"Don't try to pull that on us," Harry growled. He wrapped his hands around Gil's waist and jerked him forward, making the other fall into his chest. He nearly ripped out Gil's cap to let his hair fall free as the pirate slammed their lips together.

Gil whimpered at the aggressiveness, but Harry didn't show any mercy. "You ran away from us for five months Gil. You're not getting anywhere without some kind of punishment," Uma told him.

The thin boy only whimpered again, and Harry realized something. "Oh shoot, we oughtta get ya cleaned up. Sorry, love."

Uma sighed as they headed back to their old hideout, where they had running water. She watched Harry practically drag Gil to the bathroom, and their argument as the water turned on.

"Harry-mph! It's so cold!"

"One, this is the Isle, and two, I'm not letting you walk around with five month old stink on ya."

"Don't watch me shower, pervert!"

"Shut up, Gil. It's not like I haven't seen ya stripped before."

Uma listened in, snickering. She knew that Gil was probably beet-red. Harry chuckled from inside the bathroom.

"Let's get ya dried off now."

Soon enough, Harry dragged Gil out, and Uma was a little flustered when she realized the latter wore only a pair of shorts. Gil's face was red and he closed his eyes. "I'm scarred for life."

"It's not like I did anything in the shower, Gilly. Just washed your hair and cleaned ya, because you weren't gonna do it yourself." He let Gil sit in his lap, and the son of Gaston was redder than before. "Relax, I'm not gonna do anything. Get your mind outta the gutter. Uma just needs to patch you up."

Uma snickered before cleaning up some of the cuts with alcohol, then wrapping them up. Gil looked guilty, which in a way he was. Harry gently pulled Gil back, as the younger leaned into him.

"Tired, love?" Harry asked gently. Gil nodded, his eyes fluttering as he gave a (rather cute) yawn. Harry shifted so Gil could rest against his neck. "Go to sleep, Gil. It's alright."

Gil looked up at the two. "'M sorry."

Uma ran a hand down his golden hair. "It's alright. Just don't scare us, please."

Gil nodded, snuggling against Harry, who smiled fondly.

When he fell asleep, Harry looked at Uma, nodding. She quickly grabbed a small pocketknife. Lifting the wrenched collar two finger-widths away from his neck, she cut the material slowly, trying not to make any sound.

If Uma hated one thing other than Gil's self-hatred, it was the twisted loyalty he had towards his family. They abused him, used him as a slave, but yet he'd still protect them. Uma growled lightly as it snapped off, immediately tearing the thing to shreds with her bare hands.

Harry only gave her a grim nod as his arms wove tighter around their precious sunshine boy.

"Harr'?" Gil slurred, immediately hushed by said person. Gil nodded weakly and fell back asleep.

"Sleep, pretty boy, it's alright," Uma whispered. "We're here. You're safe."

Ben looked out to the Isle, as Evie was working on his Cotillion suit. "Evie..." he asked slowly. "I was wondering. Does Gaston have a son?"

Evie smiled lightly. "Yes, he does. Pig-headed twins that shouldn't be brought here. But, if you're asking..." Ben opened his mouth, and Evie shushed him. "His youngest son, Gil, was once a friend of mine."

"Once?"

"We were both taught the 'beauty over brains' thing growing up, Gil was taught only his looks mattered. We were pretty close for awhile, brother and sister-like. Until he told me something after I met Mal."

Ben looked confused. "What?"

Evie frowned. "If you want to bring him over, you'll have to bring Harry, the son of Captain Hook, and Uma, the daughter of Ursula, too."

"Why?"

Evie sighed at how naïve Ben was. "Because they're in love with each other."

Hey... look I know it's short. I promise the next one won't be. But just a heads up this was sort of a mini-project and I plan on finishing it in the next chapter or two (or three)

Thank you for being paitent!

~Evil