A Happy New Year to you all-

This chapter is a mixture of things I suppose so here it is...

Next Chapter-Nasty Habits-Killian wonders what it would be like to have someone when witnessing David and Mary Margaret and Liam and Belle spend more time together. (fair warning this will probably be a short chapter)

A big thank you to all of you for your interest in this story as believe me it keeps me going...Please read and review and let me know what you think of this chapter.

Disclaimer-I own nothing but Liam

And please read and review

The Pirate's Son

Chapter 21-Quite A Common Fairy

A Flashback to when Liam was young, a slightly jealous Emma and Belle adapts to being the closest thing Liam has to a mother.

Looking back it was moronic to take on Pan, Emma knew that. "Hopelessly misguided" her mom said smiling but everyone knew that, that was just Snow White talk for 'Utterly brain-dead'. What the hell was she was supposed to do though? Wait for Pan to use what little goodness was left in his heart and expect him to hand over Henry?

No action was the best plan of action.

And that of course meant traipsing through Neverland in order to find Tinkerbell (for crying out loud!) and therefore placing most of her trust in Captain Hook who she…well she didn't know what her feelings were but the last time she had felt like this she had…well Henry.

Not that she regretted that or anything but…With any look she could avoid that…again.

And then there had been the comment by Regina 'Your Boyfriend thought of it' that had unsettled her but the worse thing had been the comment after it 'She just lost Neal' what the hell did that mean? Neal and Hook and Henry and even Liam the two men she had had feelings for and the boys that had drastically changed her life.

Liam. What the hell was it about him and his arrogant father that made her feel…normal…even when she had got her life back on track in Boston there had always been a part of her missing and now she attributed it to the part of her that had always been worrying about Henry.

But those days in New York when she had took care of the both of them made her feel for the first time like a mom.

And then Neal and Hook had both scratched huge holes in her heart again reopening wounds and now here she was in a Jungle watching Hook and Tinkerbell vaguely flirt with each other feeling something stirring in her stomach.

"Are you ok?" David asked looking concerned and Emma smiled (though it felt like gnashing her teeth together) "Fine" she swallowed bitterly as Hook let out a loud laugh from the corner of the campfire "Is it Hook?" David asked and Emma blinked "Not this again" she muttered and David shook his head "No I was just wondering if perhaps…I mean…you could do better you know…" he sighed "Emma I don't know what to say" he confessed and Emma sighed feeling tired and short tempered.

"I am not with Hook" she said finally and David nodded "If I ever feel such urges" she snapped as Tinkerbell laughed swinging Hook's rum "I will let you know"

She stalked away at that ignoring Regina's smirk, Mary-Margaret's knowing look and David's look at utter horror.

Damn pirate.

Killian himself had been torn between a strange mix of anger and worry. Of course he was worried-every day he was away from Liam he was worried, but now he had to contend with the damn prince getting stabbed with the Dreamshade.

Liam. His brother. Stubborn and loyal and betrayed by the very ideologies that he had been so desperate to protect. He had been the first person who had died in his arms.

Milah had been the second.

He didn't want to imagine who the third one would be.

Of course that didn't mean there hadn't been moments. The most recent perhaps being the appendix thing but there had been other moments, when Liam had scared the living daylights out of him.

There had been the first mast incident for example-

The day had been windy and Killian had been reading up on the Ship's accounts when Smee had come panting in (without knocking) and all but thrown himself on the desk "Captain" he panted as Killian observed him with thinly veiled distaste.

"It's Liam" he said finally and Killian raised an eyebrow "It appears he's up the mast" he said and Killian blinked unable to stop the combination of surprise, panic and anger spreading over his body.

He bolted out of his chair so fast he left Smee panting in the dust.

When he got to the top of the deck he paused feeling something wrench in his stomach. It was Liam all right, his just turned four year old clinging onto the rigging with a grim determination, fifty feet of the ground.

"Liam!" he bellowed stuffing his hand in his pocket to cover the shaking. "Get down from there!" when it became clear however that Liam couldn't even hear him over the howling of the wind he stalked up to the edge of the mast "Liam" he yelled again and thankfully the little boy did seem to realise that he was most certainly in trouble and began rapidly descending as soon as he could his hands and feet slipping on the rigging.

He got to about a foot away from the deck when he turned and jumped landing with a sickening thud on the deck.

"Liam" Killian said bending down brushing his hair out of his son's eyes. "Don't you ever do that again" Liam blinked his thumb working its way in his mouth "I mean it Liam" he said all but shaking his son in his worry and anger "If anything happens to you Liam then I will die"

Liam gasped his eyes filling with tears, "I'm sorry Papa, I'm sorry" he cried and Killian scooped him up pressing his head into his shoulder. "Its fine Little One" he said breathing heavily through his nose. "Just don't do it again"

Of course he did, again and again and again and Killian realised that nothing was going to change his tough resilient little son.

And he never wanted anything to change him…

Killian sighed leaning back against the rock in the clearing the fire dancing in the centre. Swan and her parents had fallen asleep due to exhaustion, and Regina was sat in the corner talking quietly to Tinkerbelle.

He shuffled down into his coat trying to get comfortable feeling every bone and muscle in his body ache.

God he missed Liam.

Meanwhile back in Storybrooke at the Gold residence Belle had finally managed to get Liam home, he had slept against her shoulder and had come down from the spare room turned his room bleary eyed and slightly confused. Belle had cooked him a big breakfast of pancakes and bacon and scrambled eggs and Liam had watched his fingers curling over the table tops and his big blue eyes wide.

"If you want we can make cupcakes tomorrow?" Belle offered smiling as Liam grinned "But first I'd like you to do your numbers when we get to the shop" Liam pouted and Belle chuckled to herself.

She was in the shop for most of the day, with it being Sunday and she quickly deposited Liam in the back, for most of the day it was Archie popping in to say hello and Leroy in some failed attempt to discourage how much he cared.

When she popped in through the back, Liam was scribbling away and Belle was prepared to throw in the towel and get some lunch.

She toyed with her sandwich as Liam tucked into his pizza and chocolate milk when she flipped through his satchel to find his math book. "I thought you did these sums?" she said raising her eyebrow and Liam swallowed before looking down "Why didn't you?" she asked and Liam shrugged. Belle frowned. "Not good enough Liam" she said sternly and Liam shrugged again "I don't know how to" he confessed.

"What?" Belle asked confused "I don't know how to" he repeated "Papa normally helps" he said his eyes wide biting his lip and Belle softened "Oh, well…you could have come to me, I can help"

Liam shrugged and Belle smiled reaching over to grasp Liam's hand "How about we go to the library after I close up and we can try and do this together" Liam paused before nodding.

They were sat in the library and Belle sat down to help Liam, she pulled off a couple of books and had Liam read through his exercises and when he finally got to the end of the page he turned to give Belle a blinding smile.

For some reason that felt like that was everything was worth it.

Later that night she was sat in bed flipping through a book when the door opened. She looked up to see a pyjama clad boy peering through the door "Liam?" she said sitting up about to ask what was wrong when he suddenly pitter pattered to the edge of the bed.

Belle turned down the covers in response and Liam took his thumb out of his mouth to crawl into the bed settling in to the covers. "Goodnight" he muttered his eyelids drooping and Belle smiled before pressing a kiss into the mess of brown hair.

"Goodnight Liam" she muttered back leaning against the pillows and letting Hook's son curl up next to her gently falling asleep next to her Belle only had one thought.

She could get use to this.

Let me know what you thought.