The boy spent the next day watching the town from the rooftops. He didn't know the dynamics of the town just yet and he wanted to get to grips with it as fast as possible. He didn't like entering a situation blind, or partially sighted as the case may be in this instance.

He spent the day watching from different points. He watched the Sheriff talking to the townspeople, he watched the Mayor entering and leaving her office at regular intervals and he watched the townspeople looking over there shoulder every few steps.

The boy spent that night at the docks. He had a knack for picking locks and getting places that he wasn't supposed to get to, so getting to one of the more secluded ships wasn't a problem. But he was well aware that he couldn't stay like this for long, he'd have to come out of "hiding" because sneaking around Storybrooke was not doing anyone any real good.

...

The next night, the boy alone in the diner after another successful day of observing the town from the rooftops, undetected. The hood of his black jacket was pulled low over his face and covered his features in shadows. He looked up at the sound of the door opening and the family from earlier poured in. Each and every face was familiar to him, it was strange that his own was not familiar to them.

"Killian, she will be fine!" David exclaimed.

"Mother Superior is with her, there is no need to worry," Mary-Margaret assured Killian, "you need to tale care of yourself."

"Aye," the pirate mumbled as the three of them joined Regina and Robin.

"How is Jessie?" Robin asked.

The boy felt his ears prick involuntarily at the mentions of the girl's name. He looked up despite knowing that he shouldn't. Some of the people in the diner were beginning to stare at him, he hadn't noticed until now. Well, a strange boy dressed in all black and hiding his face would look odd in any circumstance.

"No different," David replied.

"We'll figure something out," Regina assured them, "Belle is searching the library and I'm looking through every spell book n my possessions."

"Thank you," Mary-Margaret nodded.

Before the boy knew what he was doing, he had sprung out of his chair and was marching over the family that sat in the opposite corner to him.

"What's wrong with Jessie?" the boy demanded. Five pairs of eyes turned on them. Some wee angry, some shocked and one pair were just sad.

"Excuse me!" Regina exclaimed. The familiar pair of sad eyes stared at the boy with some curiosity.

"Take you hood down, lad," Killian, the owner of the sad eyes, instructed.

The did as the pirate said and flicked his head back slightly so that his hood fell away from his.

Five audible gasps arose from the people in front of him.

"Your name!" Regina demanded.

"Liam."

...

David looked at... his grandson apparently. He felt stupid for not seeing it sooner. This boy was practically Killian's clone in every way. His eyes, his hair, the shape of face, his posture and even his attitude.

Killian was stunned into silence. This boy was so like him, he wondered for a few seconds if the boy was himself from the past. Yet another one of his children was now in danger of being taken by the Dark One. Somebody clearly wanted Emma saved and wanted it done soon.

"Maybe we should take this back to the apartment," Mary-Margaret suggested, noticing that the eyes of every person in Granny's were fixed on them.

"I'll get Regina," Robin said and sped off out of the diner. David, Mary-Margaret and Liam began walking to the door, but Killian stayed stunned in his seat.

"Killian!" David called, shaking the pirate's shoulder. Killian looked at David and nodded before standing and following the out of the diner. He fell into step next to his son and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Who sent you here, lad?" Killian asked, desperate to know who or what was so insistent on putting his children in danger.

"Me."

...

David, Mary-Margaret, Killian and Liam were sat around the table in the apartment when Robin and Regina arrived. They hadn't told Liam that Jessie was upstairs yet, despite him asking, because they needed to talk to him first.

"Can we expect future Henry to be making an appearance?" Regina asked as she took a seat at the table.

"No," Liam replied.

"Well that's the best news I've heard all day," Regina sighed sarcastically.

"Now Liam. Tell us how you got here, you cant have done this yourself," Mary-Margaret said in a calm voice.

"I did. I saw Jessie go through a portal and I opened one of my own," Liam shrugged as if was the most obvious explanation in the world.

"Impossible," Regina scoffed.

"Well I'm here aren't I," Liam spat, "I want to see Jessie. I know she's upstairs."

"How did you-" David began.

"I just do!" Liam exploded, standing from the table. His chair toppled to the ground. He took off up the stairs to find Jessie.

When he saw his little sister, his heart broke. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully but she wasn't going to wake up any time soon. Belle was stunned when Liam entered the room. She slammed the book shut and stood.

"Who are you?" Belle asked.

"You're not giving her any potions," Liam insisted.

"Excuse me!" Belle exclaimed.

"I said you're not giving her a potion. It wont work and it wont do any good, okay? You're not giving her a potion!" Liam told her. His protective nature was overpowering him.

Killian appeared at the door to the room, Belle looked stunned and Liam looked determined. He stood in between Jessie and Belle, as if he were protecting his sister.

"Sorry Belle. This is Liam, it seems as though another one of my children had taken it upon themselves to come to Storybrooke," Killian explained, "would you mind leaving us for a moment?"

Belle nodded and exited the room, more confused now than she had been before Killian had tried to explain what was going on. But, behind the confusion, her mind was reeling.

...

"Liam," Killian said. He looked at his son who was now sitting on Jessie's bed holding one of her small hands in both of his. Killian walked around to the other side of the bed and crouched down. Liam had his head bowed and his eyes closed. There was a faint glow radiating from his children's hands.

"It's not working," Liam whispered, shaking his head. The light faded away.

"What's not working?" Killian asked, laying a hand on his sons shoulder.

"I've read every spell book I could find and they all say they can wake people from enchantments like these, but they don't work," Liam replied.

"Spell books? Enchantments?" Killian asked.

"I'm like Mom. I have magic," Liam answered, "but what a lot good it's doing me right now."

"Listen, Liam. I'm sure you've had a long day and it's late. You should get some rest, we'll bring a bed in for you and we can figure things out tomorrow, okay?" Killian asked.

"Okay, but I don't need a bed," Liam replied.

"Liam-" Killian started.

"Jessie ends up with me almost every night anyway, she has nightmares and I keep them away," Liam explained. His voice sounded deflated. It broke Killian's heart.

...

Liam didn't sleep. He sat on the floor at the foot of Jessie's bed. He could easily just open a portal and take Jessie back home but he'd heard what people were saying about the Dark One and they needed her help. He held his hand out and let sparks fall from his fingertips. It was Jessie favourite trick and right now, it was comforting to him.

Killian couldn't sleep. He'd left Liam and Jessie alone and decided to sleep on the sofa but it was useless. He mind was racing and he knew there was no chance that he was going to fall asleep. Sighing, he stood and stretched, deciding to check on Liam and Jessie.

Liam was startled when the bedroom door opened, he dropped his hand immediately. Killian stepped into the room and saw Liam sitting on the floor.

"Cant sleep," Liam told him. Killian closed the door behind him and sat down on the floor next to his son.

"I know the feeling, lad," Killian replied, "what's that you were doing when I walked in?"

"It's Jessie's favourite trick," Liam explained.

"You're really protective over her, aren't you?" Killian asked.

"She's my little sister," Liam replied, "I always have been apparently, even when she was baby."

"I'm sorry that you two are stuck in this mess," Killian told his son. He noticed a single tear slip down Liam's cheek.

"I just wanna save Mom and Jessie," Liam whispered, wiping his eyes furiously.

"Me too, son," Killian agreed. He wrapped his arm around his son and kissed the top of his head gently. Liam pulled his knees up to his chest and let his head fall onto his Dad's shoulder. Killian's heart broke into a million pieces in that moment.


After posting this weeks ago, I realised that some how between writing this chapter and posting it, a whole chunk has gone missing. This is odd because it was all there when I posted it. So I've had to write an alternative beginning which is as similar to the original as I can remember.

Anyway, I've been so excited to introduce Liam since I started writing this and I've been even more excited to write about Killian's interactions with his son!

Thanks again!