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Date time! Like a normal couple. Though they aren't really normal.


Bernadette woke up very early one morning to Killian gently running his hook up and down her arm. "You need to watch what you do with that hook; I'll be covered with scars." She muttered, still sleepy.

"You mean more than I already left, I have seen your back, you know love?" He was, unlike her, completely awake. "What about that scar on your leg, how did you get that one?"

That made her turn to face him, pulling the sheet tight around her. "If I tell you, will you promise not to laugh?"

"I would never laugh at you, lass."

"Well, I was running away from fairies after a raid, they are a lot smarter than they look. And this branch came up and tripped me, sending me tumbling down a hill. Hence the massive scar."

"Never would have thought you were clumsy. Or that you would be bested by a branch." He fought back a smile.

She played mad as she jumped on top of him. "I am never clumsy; the branch came out of nowhere."

"Just keep telling yourself that, love." He touched her palm. What about this scar?"

Bernadette instantly tensed up. She did not want to talk about. "Killian, do you care about me?"

"Yes"

"Then you don't want to know."

Killian realized he hit a very sore subject and dropped it. He pulled her close, kissing her head. "You have no idea how glad I am to finally have my cabin and my bed back. Sleeping on the deck or in some other cabin was dreadful."

"You just could have asked for it back, you know." Bernadette told him.

"No, now that would not be very gentlemanly of me, and I am nothing less than a gentleman."

"You gentle? I think not." She said playfully.

"I take that as a challenge then." He tilted her head to meet his and left a few light kisses on her lips. She involuntarily closed her eyes and just let him do whatever, but she wanted a bit more. He stopped and pulled back to see the satisfied look on her face.

"Correction then, I don't really like gentle." She was surprised she had a voice.

"That I am well aware of." Bernadette caught the amused look in his eye as he flipped her over and began to gently bite her ear.

There was a knock at the door to ruin the moment all together. "Yes?" Killian said, quite angry. The door opened and some crew member stood in the doorway.

"Captain, you are needed on the deck." He said, slightly turning white at the sight he was greeted with.

Bernadette smiled sadly up at him. "Go, I'll meet you up there." She gently started to push him off.

He placed a kiss on her forehead. "Until next time, love." He got off the bed and got dressed before heading out the door

For the first time, she didn't stay in bed. She really thought this was the life for her, it was perfect. She wasn't on the run, she didn't have to kill or worry about putting food on the table and she was loved, as she finally admitted it. If she didn't get a sign soon, Bernadette would make up her mind and stay.


"We are going into town tomorrow lass; I want to show you around. Maybe get some food…" Killian began trying not to sound nervous.

Bernadette looked up, she was between shocked and confused. "Are you trying to… properly court me?"

"Yes, yes I am. Dress up a little, I am going to show you an amazing day and if you are lucky, an amazing night."

"I'm always good." She lightly tapped his shoulder.


She met him on the dock, a shy smile on her face. She had dressed up: long skirt, three quarter sleeve top with an embroidered vest. The diamond necklace was around her neck and she even add some lip color. But there were still a few daggers on her, she wouldn't be herself without them.

Killian extended his arm to her, he was going to make this as proper as he could. No pirate or bounty hunter today.

The crew went to their usual place while Killian took her farther down the street, into the nicest section of town. Bernadette scanned the street, slightly worried.

"Are you a wanted man in this area?" She whispered.

"I'm a wanted man everywhere. What about you, has your face ever graced a wanted poster?"

"No, people need me too much to want me gone. I do things others won't. I get my hands dirty." That was true. Bernadette only looked at wanted posters for her next job.

"In any case, there's nothing we can't handle." Killian's arm went around her, pulling her close and placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Stop it, Captain, you'll make every woman here jealous and wish they were me." She said jokingly.

"They should be jealous. If any man here wishes to be by your side, well he's insane and has no idea what you're capable of."

Bernadette had to smile, knowing full well he was right. They continued to walk down the street, passing all kinds of shops, some they stopped in front of so they could glance at the products inside.

They finally went inside one shop, it specialized in all kinds of herbs. Bernadette felt all her knowledge coming back to her. A memory of a happier time swept over her. Killian noticed a small group of men a few yards from the entrance, men he obviously knew.

"Wait here, I need to talk to someone. Don't buy the whole store."

"With what money would I buy the whole store?" She asked innocently, getting a closer look at a sample of bluebells.

"The full coin sack you stole off me. You're not as a good as you think you are, love." He whispered in her ear, he smiled at her, but she could tell whoever he was going to talk to, it might not end well.

He turned, but she grabbed his arm. "Don't do anything stupid."

"Me, I would never do anything stupid." He put his hand to his chest in mock guilt.

"Don't do anything I would do then."

"Never." He whispered before walking out of the shop. He went right to the group of men and greeted them as old friends, but she noticed his hand never left his sword.

She walked around the shop, examining everything. Eventually the clerk came up to her. "Is there something I could help you with today, miss?"

She turned on her brightest fakest smile. "No, I am just looking."

"What's a pretty thing like you doing with a cut throat scoundrel like him? I bet I could show you a better time." Now he came on stronger than Bernadette's liking. She pressed her lips together in annoyance. And the clerk kept going. "You know what this is, it's aphrodisiac." He held up an aniseed.

Bernadette responded in a similar matter. She noticed a jar of a familiar deadly plant. "Do you know what this is? Nightshade. It can cause rapid heartbeat, confusion, hallucinations, and seizures before killing you. You don't even have to eat it to feel it's effect. Now move along."

"Is something wrong here?" Came a new voice. Bernadette turned around to see a young man standing behind her. Someone who looked familiar. Bernadette couldn't put her finger on where she had seen him before, but she couldn't deny the almost sick feeling in her gut.

"Bernadette…" He said her name and everything came back to her.

"Richard…" Her adopted brother had grown up so much since the last time she had seen him, and the amount of years was more than she cared to count. "What are you doing there?"

"We need to talk, now." He said. Partially scared, she nodded and followed him out of the shop. They sat down at a table farthest away from the crowd. She still wasn't completely comfortable around people. It still felt like all eyes were on her, all wanting something from her or judging her. Bernadette sat there, tapping her fingers on the table almost impatiently. Her other hand was closed in a fist. She did not want Richard noticing that.

"We heard about Benjamin, how could you? What were you thinking?" Richard was angry than disappointed.

"You weren't there; you don't understand what happened that day." She shook her head. No one was there that day, Derek was the only one who she told the truth to.

"But you stopped talking to us and become someone totally different." He threw at her.

"I don't want to talk about it, Richard." She answered back harshly. Wasn't the whole point of the past few weeks, months, years even, to move on from the past and here was right in her face.

Thankfully Killian came back to the table, done with his meeting. He carried two large mugs of ale in his hand. He stopped short when he noticed the man at the table. "Is there a problem here, lad?" He asked.

Richard looked at the pirate, then turned back to Bernadette. "Him, really?" He asked, shocked.

"Richard, this is Captain Killian Jones. Killian, this is my adopted brother Richard." Bernadette formally introduced them, already regretting it.

"Pleasure to meet a member of the family." Killian put the drinks down to extend a hand to Richard, who did not take it.

"You mean Captain Hook, I heard about you. Nothing was good. Really, you're sleeping with him?" Richard shook his head.

Bernadette opened her mouth but nothing came out. That was the last topic she wanted to discuss with her brother.

"Always nice to have make an impression." Killian said more to himself than the group. He took his hand back and sat down across from her.

"Well, it's good to know you are alive." Richard looked hard at her. He then got up, ready to leave. "I'll pass it on to my parents."

She just nodded and turned to her drink, attempting to down all of it in one shot.

"I'm sorry for that, love. You shouldn't still be haunted by your past." Killian touched her hand.

She set the mug down. "What would your parents think of you if they were to see you now? Would they be proud or disappointed?"

"You mean if they cared? If they knew the rest of the story and my reasons behind my choices, I think they would understand it." He answered.

"How did your meeting go with your friends?" She asked, changing the topic.

"Well, I didn't do anything you would do. However, you don't seem to follow your own advice. Threating the clerk with nightshade?" Killian shook his head before turning to his drink.

"He was getting too … personal with me. I had to put him in his place." Bernadette gave him a half smile.

"You have no idea how good you are at that." He answered back. She smiled at him and leaned across the table to kiss him. Their moment was interrupted by a man in a royal guard uniform coming to the table.

"Captain Jones, I am shocked you still show your face in public, after what happened last time. I hate to break up this tender moment, but you are under arrest for breaking at least fifty laws in a single day." He addressed Killian.

"Are you expecting me to come quietly? Because I can tell you now, that is not happening." Killian said, his voice low and harsh.

"Fine, we can do it your way, Jones." The man drew his sword but it was not he Killian was looking at; it was the dozen soldiers behind him. Of course, captains never do the dirty work.

Killian just continued to sit there causally, letting the fight come to him, and when they reached him, he was ready. And Bernadette, as always, sprang into action besides him.

Her daggers were ready. "You take the soldiers on the left, I take the ones on the right?" She said.

"Whatever works for you, love. I do highly suggest against taking the first fallen sword. Your skills leave much to be desired."

"Thank you so much for the reminder." Her daggers were in her hands.

And the fighting began, causing the entire square to empty quickly. It was Killian and Bernadette against twelve.

"What did you do?" Bernadette yelled, pulling a dagger out of a soldier's stomach.

"Could be a number of things, just take your pick."

"Bloody pirate. You need to stop making such wonderful friends." They unexpectedly turned from their fighting, crossing their mismatched blades.

"We make a good team, don't we?" Killian said.

"I thought we established that facts already." Bernadette replied, smiled slightly.

"Don't you worry, I have your back, no matter what happens." He locked eyes with her for a moment before they went back to back to continue their fight. She flipped a bench over, knocking a man to the ground so she could kick him in the head, he went out cold.

Bernadette stayed very focused on the fight and didn't notice anything else, which was not in her best interest.

The guards kept coming, did they have an unlimited supply or something? But they just continued to fight, it was their way. Sword and daggers slashing, they even resorted to punches being thrown.

"I think now is our opportunity to leave." Killian suggested.

She couldn't agree more with him. One more slash from him before he hooked her belt to pull her away. And they ran in the direction of the tavern where the crew had entered. They felt it was far enough away and ducked behind a pile of crates. They sat down to catch their breath.

"That was not how I pictured showing you the town, love." His breath returned to normal before hers did and he stood up

"Next time, Captain. Help me up." Bernadette held out her hands to him. He took both of them in his one and pulled only to see her face twist in pain.

"Bernadette, what is it?" He asked, suddenly very concerned. He never used her name before. Her hand went to her side and when she pulled it back, it was covered in blood. Her eyes turned up to him in fear and shock. Then she blacked out.


Ohh and family too.

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