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1891, Neverland.
The boat rocked peacefully on the waters of the Neverland Sea. The moon was the same as it was in any realm; the one thing that changed in this particular ocean were the stars, given that Neverland actually was a star.
Or looked like a star.
No star had ever been as foul as this.
Captain Hook was sitting cross legged at the crow's nest. It was easier to feel the breeze at the very top of the pointy helm, away from the foulness of the crew he commandeered. The ship was not about to sail anywhere; the anchor was dropped and by now, mermaids knew better than to come anywhere near the Jolly Roger and her armored cannons. In the far distance, the lost boys and their ruthless leader seemed to be throwing a party after catching their latest boy, Baelfire.
Hook had his back turned to the island and looked at the darkened horizon instead, trying hard to ignore the hum of drums and howls. He finally had the formula to get the hell out of that place, the exact star charts, sufficient pixie dust to get him off the water and fly back to the Enchanted Forest and Pan's leave.
A handsome pay for the life of Milah's son.
He looked at his hand with a frown. This very hand had been capable of the foulest, vilest of actions: He had skinned a boy alive, no older than fifteen. He had murdered innumerable pirates, suffocated the life out of people in pubs and hostels during drunken brawls, and now it had dispatched Bae to Pan's posse.
His Hook had done far worse things. But at least the hook was a steel appendage and not an actual limb stemming from his body.
He thought of his brother, sneering in his direction and turning his back on him, wherever he was. The thought pierced his already holey heart. He was ashamed… but the darkness demanded he find the Dark One. He had to be killed. He had to be slain.
Only then would he know peace. And he'd be doing the realms a favor, ridding them of the evilest of imps.
The complete blackening of his soul was a small price to pay.
He kept saying that to himself, over and over. Yeah, killing Rumplestiltskin was not just a vendetta, it was also a hero's deed. He had always wanted to be a hero and… and…
Who was he kidding?
He was a pirate; a foul, wicked, evil pirate, selfish, conniving and worthless. Maybe Rumple had done Milah a favor by killing her.
He had made an oath to combat pirates in his youth and now he was immersed in the life of the very foes he swore to fight.
Whenever Killian Jones felt he needed to weep, he'd find himself up at the crow's nest, away from the crew.
"What, no rum?" Came the cheeky young voice.
Killian turned, wide eyed, and found Pan sitting a few feet away on the extended mast.
Who else could have crawled all the way up so silently in the still of the night? Bloody beast.
Killian huffed through his nose as he turned back to the sea. "Drunkenness and heights are no good match." He looked back at him. "What do you want? You have the lad, I received the goods to leave; why would you be paying me a visit now, boy?"
Pan smirked. "Feisty as always, captain. Why the defensive attitude?"
"Magical boy that flies and murders his own posse? I know better than to trust the likes of you, mate. So forgive me if I am a tad dubious about your presence here…"
Pan chuckled. "Why, Hook… it is that dubiousness on your part that I find rather interesting." He sighed and looked at the distant sea, following Killian's gaze. "You and my son are the same age, almost."
"Y… you have a son?" Killian smiled with little to no humor. "Well, aren't you quite the charming little thing…"
"Aye. And I will do you one better…" He flew right in front of Killian's face. "Can you guess who he is?"
"Oh… perhaps the March hare! I've heard he's a sneaky little bugger, too… And mad as hell, so it would make sense."
"Hilarious. But no. Let's just say, my son is one you have been looking for…" He approached. "…one you yearn to dig that hook into with every fiber of your blackened heart…"
Killian's eyes widened. "The Dark One…"
"Keen, perceptive pirate!" Pan smiled. "Now, here's the thing: He is looking for Baelfire. Probably the one thing he loves in this and any world. He was always rather pathetic, but I have to say, he will kill anyone who gets in the way of his quest. He has become… well, rather powerful. And I have no interest in him coming here to find the boy because… well, let's just say we didn't really have an amicable split there, captain. So I'll make you another deal: You leave tonight, but land sometime in the future… I have foreseen what his biggest weakness will be by then." He smirked. "Keep an eye open for a woman named Belle French, Captain."
Hook swallowed. It seemed unfair that the Crocodile would find his true love while he had deprived him of his own.
His blood boiled. "Where will I find this wench?"
"Wherever the Dark One is. Alas… you will have to wait. He will not meet her for… oh…" He pretended to count with his fingers. "…another sixty years. So if you leave now, she won't even have been born and… well, you will be quite the old prune by then, quite likely unable to even move from your little cot in your quarters… or you might even be dead, given your current age."
Killian's face fell. "So I'm stuck here for another… sixty years?"
"Stuck?" Pan laughed. "No, Killian, you're not "stuck". You have the means to go, and my full permission to… you know, just… Navigate my seas for some time. Or leave."
"Well, I kindly decline, mate." Hook laughed softly. "I do have another means to harm the Dark One, so I need not remain here."
"And just how to you intend to kill him, Captain? I'm curious…" He fiddled with the skin of his nails. "You already know well that that little hook of yours can't even scathe him, don't you?"
"He has another weakness…. A Dagger that is tethered to his entire life's force."
Pan laughed. "You foolish old sailor!"
"Call me that once more and…"
"Captain… That dagger can kill him, yes. But do you know, that the person wielding it will become the Dark One in his stead?" Killian gulped and paled. "Yes. I gather your little friend Baelfire didn't include that particular bit of information. And I know you well, Killian, you've been here long enough." Pan smirked. "I know that in spite of your… brooding, angry quest for revenge, there is still that faint glimmer of hope in your heart that maybe one day, after Rumple is dead and gone and all, you can perhaps… be that man that first came here with his brother. That doe-eyed, happy and hopeful young lieutenant on a hero's quest. What would dear Liam Jones think of his little brother if he learned he became the next Dark One? Redemption would be a far stretch then, wouldn't it, Hook?"
Killian felt his hand shake. "You are just as vile a reptile as your son."
"I might be… but this "vile reptile" has given you what you wish for."
He looked at Pan, his eyes wide and angry. "Seems like I've no choice if I'm to exact my vengeance at all…"
"Seems that way."
"Then grant me one wish." He shot his face at Pan. "If I am to keep this bastard child of yours at bay from you and his own son, I beseech you to place this ship and its crew, myself included, under a freezing spell, not to wake till the time comes for us to leave." He huffed. "I've no intent to continue pissing about, doing nothing but fishing mermaids for entertainment for another stretch of time."
Pan grinned. "That I can do." He smiled. "It's a pity you were not younger, Captain, when you first came here. I would have gladly welcomed you and your orphaned brother into my clan."
Killian grinned back. "You'd think we would have come without a fight…"
The young wizard smirked. "So we've a deal. Pan never breaks his deals, I'll have you know."
"I may be a pirate, but I'm also a man of honor." Killian stood up and readied the rope to slide back down from the crow's nest. "And as such, I honor my agreements. You have the boy, I have the means to leave… You will have your distance from the Crocodile and I will have my revenge. Seems fair enough."
Pan nodded. "It has been a pleasure Captain. And I truly hope to never see you again."
"Feeling's mutual, Peter Pan."
The Jolly Roger continued bobbing on the shores of Neverland, untouched, for sixty years.
Killian dreamed. He actually dreamed…
He saw, hundreds of nights, the image of a smile, green eyes and golden hair.
And the touch of one that could heal souls.
If only his own could be healed.
TODAY
"…so… Pan was the bad guy?" Colin Jones asked incredulously, the gap in his front teeth giving both he and his twin brother a lisp that was both adorable and sometimes annoying.
"Oh, he was. EVERY bit to that, my lads." Killian replied keenly. "He was clever, far cleverer than any other foe I'd ever faced."
Eight year old Lilly chuckled. "No one could have been as bad as Zelena. I actually remember her."
Emma stood by the door, leaning on the door frame as her husband provided every Friday's routinely "Story Time". (He was careful to edit them, since stories of his life were normally not PG rated). She simply liked to listen to his stories as well.
She actually never tired of his stories… he had so many to tell, still.
"I only remember…. The white witch." Declan added with a nod.
"Aye, but have you lot forgotten The Queens of Darkness?" He raised his eyebrows. "Those were pretty bad too."
"Daddy, what happened to them?" Colin enquired again.
Lilly walked to her father and sat beside him. "They left. Maleficent stayed for a while, she became one of the good guys. Cruella lost her magic and left for New York again to find herself a rich husband and Ursula went back to her realm in the sea."
"Oi!" Killian grinned at her. "Are you telling the story or am I?"
"Well, you were telling us about Pan, but you kind of… diverged there, Dad."
"So, suddenly because you're eight years old you're more astute than your old father? Mutiny!" He stood up. "You offend me, Lilly "The Merciless" Jones! Draw your sword!"
Emma chuckled and rolled her eyes. "God, Killian…"
He was a kid. He may have been over three hundred years old, but… yeah, Killian Jones was practically another little boy to raise.
The twins began to jump and scream in their beds and Lilly immediately flicked her hand and produced two plastic swords, throwing one at her father with a smirk that was so much like his own it made him uneasy at times. "Here! Defend yourself, Hook!"
One twin sided with Lilly and the other with his father as they embarked on a full pirate fight.
"They'll never go to sleep now…" Emma sighed.
"I'll get them to sleep, Swan, just allow me to dispatch this little rapscallion off the plank and … OW!" He received a sword smack on his butt. "Bad form! We don't ever, EVER attack an opponent on the rear end!"
Lilly shrugged and winked, not losing her fighting stance. "Pirate."
"Aye aye, Swan, we've created a monster!" Killian laughed as he continued fencing his daughter.
Emma laughed and held her hands up. "Hey, don't look at me, that's NOT my side of the genepool."
"Really? You guys!" Eighteen year old Heather Jones emerged from her room and stomped angrily to the room where the battle was ensuing. "I have a college application exam tomorrow and I can't study with all this…" She stopped by the room, next to Emma and simply smiled. "Oh my. They beat him again…"
"Yup." Emma crossed her arms. "The captain's losing his touch."
Killian now lay on the floor, twins and daughter rolling on top of him and tickling him mercilessly.
Yes. The dreadful Hook was actually incredibly ticklish. "I GIVE UP! STOP! YOU LOT! STOP!"
Panting, he raised his head. "Oi, Dec, you were on MY crew, wha…"
"Yes, but Lilly was winning so I sided with her!" The laughing five year old twin exclaimed.
"They're all pirates." Heather nodded.
"Yeah. They are." Emma agreed. "Come on you guys, enough. It's bed time."
Killian stood up, one little boy dangling from his neck on his back, the other boy underneath his arm and a daughter clung, her legs wrapped around his waist, to his shoulder.
The fearsome pirate of the seven seas was dripping with children, laughing his head up, his now notoriously graying hair a mess atop his head and the smile reaching the edges of his eyes. ""They need to make me walk the plank first, Swan!"
"No, no plank, come on!"
Three (maybe four) collective "Aww's" were heard as each child slipped off their father.
"Come on, you lot, you heard now. Go say good night to your mother."
Emma smiled and leaned down to receive her kisses from her sons and daughter. "Love you guys!"
Lilly went back to kiss each little brother in their beds and then made for her dad. "You WILL walk the plank, daddy!" She nodded as she stood on the tips of her toes.
"We'll see about that, m'lady." He leaned down and got his little kiss. "For now, you head for the bunks."
She hugged him. "I love you daddy!"
He hugged her back. "Love you too, my darling. Go on."
She hopped her way out of the room. "'Night heather!"
"Good night!" Heather smiled at her sister.
Killian tucked each twin, kissing blonde, curly heads (god, did they look like his brother or did they look like his brother?). He stood by the door and turned off the light. "Sleep well, m'boys."
"DADDYYYY!" Came the double holler. "The passage light!"
"Won't forget." He smiled, leaving the door slightly open and the light in the hall on.
As he squeezed out the door, he placed an arm around Emma's shoulders and looked at Heather. "Weren't you supposed to be studying for your exam tomorrow, lass?"
"I was. But the inevitably loud sound of pirates plundering the house kind of… pulled me out of it." She wrinkled her nose.
"He can't help it honey, it's in his blood." Emma shrugged.
"Apologies, Heather, love. Go on, get back to it." He pulled her for a quick kiss on her forehead. "Need a hand? I only got one, but it's all yours if you need it."
Emma laughed as she (again) rolled her eyes. Hand jokes never seemed to grow old.
"Funny guy. You have both of them now…" Heather chuckled as she pushed past them. "And yeah, dad, I might need your help with a couple of equations."
Killian nodded. "Then I'm all yours." He turned to Emma and kissed her cheek. "I'll be with you briefly, Swan."
She sighed and stared at him as they made way to Heather's room.
Twenty minutes later, Killian huffed his way into the room. "Far more tiring than captaining a hoard of pirates, this is…" He shook his head and collapsed on the bed next to a giggling Emma, as she went through her e-mails on her laptop. "If I've grey hairs on me now, blame it on the little ones."
"And I suppose alcohol abuse, curses, villains, hospitalizations, magic and a LOT of running around for the past ten years haven't a thing to do with your aging process…" She raised an eyebrow. "Not to mention your actual age."
"Ah-ha! And you said you'd never bring that up again!" He rolled on his stomach and smiled at her, pointing an index at her face.
She giggled. "It's far too much fun making you squirm."
"You're just as bad as the infants…"
"Oh? This coming from you who still plays like he was a member of the Brady Bunch." She knew he had no idea who the Brady Bunch were, but his complacent grin and messy hair were far too adorable. She turned back to her screen. "Oh, look! E mail from Henry!"
"Brilliant!" He crawled up to her side and leaned in to take a look. "What news from Harvard?"
Emma suddenly looked up and stared blankly at the wall. "Good god, I have a kid in Harvard!" She snapped her face to him. "And the other one's applying for NYU! When the hell di that happen?"
Killian giggled mockingly. "You were saying about getting old?"
"Yeah, well at least I don't roll with the past centuries there, pal… No wait… the past THREE centuries."
"Still very handsome for am man my age though, you must admit." He kissed her cheek.
She turned her face to his and looked at his lips, caressing the evenly placed patches of grey hair on the sides of his head. "I gotta say captain, grey is actually quite becoming." She sighed. "Wish I could say the same about these… things." She pointed at the sides of her eyes. "I might just get some of that Botox thing..."
"You will do no such thing." He pecked her lips. "You're glorious. Ge get to grow old together."
With a grin, she turned back to the screen.
Moms, dad, grandma, grandpas, Lilly, Heather, Dec and Col:
Big hug from Harvard!
This is getting really tough. I've so much homework I've maybe had ten hours' sleep this week. But I can't deny that I picked the right career. Literature is unbelievable fun. I think it was that dumb book of ours, lol. My creative writing teacher, John, reminds me of dad so, so much. Same accent, flourished speech… Dad, you'd have a blast with this guy. He's clever, witty and you can drink him under the table any day so you'd have the time of your life being… well, being yourself. And mom (queen mom): yeah, I passed the statistics test! You can take a deep breath now.
I have news for you guys: I'm coming home for Thanksgiving. So I really, really don't care how crazy it all gets, you'd better put together a hell of a dinner party, because I will most definitely want to see all of you.
Only one thing: Let's keep the magic and craziness down to a very, very undetectable low because I'm bringing someone.
Yep, you guys, I'm in love.
Her name is Angela, she's in my lettering class, and uggghhh she just rocked my world! She's also in the hiking team. She's amazing, you guys are just gonna love her! I'm enclosing a pic of both of us together at the campus fair. (I swear, if any of you give her a hard time **MOTHERS** I will ban you from my Christmas break! (I know you won't because you're all beautiful people).
I trust no weird villain, foe or monster from the other realms has yet managed to set Storybrooke ablaze? I have the book with me, you guys, best let me know if anything arises, and I'll be there in a wink (with your help moms, or with Lilly's, I can be there faster than you can say POOF). I've actually joined the fencing team and I've qualified for the inter-college tournament. So dad and grandpa, thanks for that!
Lilly, I asked around: There's no such thing in Harvard as bachelor degree in Professional Piracy. I believe that these days, such a thing can get you in jail. Or your parents in this case, because you're a minor.
God I miss all of you!
How's the twins? Raising hell? Lilly, are you behaving? Heather, best of luck for NYU! I'm totally rooting for you sis! You can ace this test!
Love you all, miss you horribly, wish you were here or wish I were there!
All my love,
Henry Mills-Jones.
Both Emma and Killian blinked multiply.
"When he said… she rocked my world…" Emma gulped with a frown. "…you… don't suppose he meant… they've…"
"Oh, come on Swan!" Killian laughed aloud. "Don't be so old bloody fashioned!" He pulled the blankets up and tucked himself inside. "The lad is twenty years old now, he's clearly quite enamored with the lass, he's bound to show some interest in the matters of sex! I'd be worried if he didn't!" He kissed her cheek. "Love you Emma. Good night."
He turned around and leaned into his pillow.
"Yeah… Sure!" She nodded as she closed the laptop and placed it on her bedside table. "I suppose you're right. So I won't worry because Heather's off to Philadelphia with Hansel next weekend. I'm sure they know what they're doing. She leaned into her own side of the bed, and she reached to turn off her bedside lamp. "Good night Killian. Love you."
It took him ten seconds.
His lamp went on. "Wait… She will WHAT?" He sat up suddenly.
"HA!" Emma sat up suddenly. "There's the jealous dad monster showing its ugly head! And I'm not allowed to feel a little… weird?" Killian ran a hand through his hair as Emma laughed. "Face it Jones, we're REALLY getting old. Our kids are getting laid. We have to deal with it."
}"Heather's but a child!"
"No, Killian, she's not. She's eighteen."
"What if she gets pregnant, Swan? She has a brilliant life ahead of her and..:"
"She's a smart young woman, Killian. I've talked to her about that sort of thing, she knows how to take care!" She touched his face. "Come on! Are you really going to go all Daddy Charming on OUR kids?"
Killian gulped. "Swan, we were fully grown and accountable adults!"
"Bull… shit. You were fifteen when you first did the nasty and I was seventeen. Neither of us were even LEGAL. Find your chill."
Killian huffed. "It's tough when you're on the receiving end of life."
"Yep. It is." She smiled and caressed his cheek. "But we've had a good life. Unusual… uneasy at times… full of…"
"Monsters. Lots of monsters. And beanstalks and giants…"
"And time travel."
"Aye."
She sighed and kissed him gently. "So… let them have theirs. And if any one of them comes home with a little 'accident', well…" She shrugged. "We'll just call ourselves grandparents."
They both remained silent for a few seconds. Simultaneous sneers appeared on their faces.
"Oh, bloody hell."
"Yeah, never mind, scratch that. I'll buy her the condoms myself." She leaned into bed and he turned off the light. "Night, Emma."
Five minutes later she spoke again.
"Killian?"
"Mmmh?"
"You never finished the story…"
He turned around and faced her. "What story, Swan?"
"Pan. Did he freeze the Jolly in the end?"
He blinked, grinning calmly. "He did."
"And?"
"I dreamed. A lot. For sixty years."
She curled up against him. "What of?"
"You will think me a liar…"
"No, I won't."
"Welll… you mostly. Although at the time I didn't know it was you."
She smiled. "What? Come on!"
He swallowed. "In my dreams there was a woman. She was bright, I never saw her face… just a golden glow around her… her hair. Like yours. And Lilly. She was there. I remember the feeling of peace, absolute happiness… and when the freezing spell was finally broken, it was like… coming back from heaven to hell. Darkness, vengeance… but I never forgot. Then after that I met Cora, she froze me for another twenty-eight years… so that day, when we were at that village and you pulled me from underneath that pile of corpses… He caressed her cheek. "I knew it was that same siren from my sixty year dream bout." Emma bit her lower lip as he continued. "Then, when I arrived in New York and I saw Lilly, it was… instant. She was my child, I knew that much, but I knew even then she was special, different… quite a unique little being. So if Pan knew that Belle would wind up with Rumple, and if during his freezing spell I managed to see a glimpse of my own… I suppose we were set to be Swan. Fated as hell."
"That's amazing." Emma whispered.
"It is. And you're right… We've had a good life, Emma. I'd not trade a century's suffering if it meant I'd have to change this fate."
"You really always know what to say, don't you, Jones?"
He smiled. "Henry said it, my darling: I'm good with words."
She smirked and suddenly reached up to fiddle with his earlobe. "You're good with other things as well."
He closed his eyes. "Aye…" He spoke breathily as she massaged his ear. "I'm a hell of a captain."
"Yeah, that too… but other things…" She took her hand down to his chest to his left nipple.
He gulped. "Best navigator in any and every realm."
"What else?" She leaned in to kiss his neck as his hand responded, cupping her breast under the quilt.
"I'm quite the mathematician. And I can hold a tune fairly well."
"Mh-hm…" She giggled as she nibbled his ear. "And?"
"Surprisingly good with research. And a Tracker… And…"
"Yeah that too."
"Takes two for that…" He rolled over and was now lying on top of her. He caressed her face with both hands. "I love you so much, Emma…"
She smiled into his face. "And I love you… Killian Jones. Captain Hook…"
"Oh, my love…" He melted into her.
They came together in a kiss and made love like many other nights, blissful nights, colored beautifully by a perfect family and an epic love the likes of which only a chosen few had ever been able to tell about.
In another room, Lilly Jones sat on her bed, grinning.
She flicked her hands and smiled broadly at the image that materialized on the palm of her hand.
She saw her older brother, henry, smiling profusely as his young lady friend caressed his hair, his head leaning on her lap.
It was beautiful.
She flicked it again to see her grandparents Snow and David, huddled together on a couch with her seven year old uncle Neal, asleep after watching Netflix movie. One more flick led her to see Regina, feeding her baby daughter Corinne Hood, a smile on her face as she turned to kiss the proud father beside her. One more flick gave her the image of Belle, chasing after her son, Killian Gold, whom his father had named in honor of a man who had taught him, after hundreds of years of hatred that hope, courage and love were merely matters of willpower. With another flick she saw someone… a young boy, maybe aged ten. His name was William.
Her own future true love.
"Yep, dad." She smiled to herself. "We're all more fated than you care to know." She smiled at the face of the brown eyed boy that slept before her in her vision… and then with another flick of her hand, she threw up to her roof a few flickering lights that shone like galaxies only for her.
This light magic thing was pretty cool.
She fell asleep slowly, with agrin. Sure, her hand had also predicted many times of foes and battles ahead. Life was not without vloss or struggles... but then, if life were easy, no one would value the quiet moments. Her mother and father were a legend of love, a love that grew stronger and more beautiful each passing day, and she had that love to thank for her own powerful talent of wizardry.
why ruin the quiet moments when time alone would reveal who the next evil-doer would be? And especially when she knew that no power, in any realm, could wield the magic of the healer and the savior? The purest forms of love-magic?
Lilly Jones had healed everyone.
Emma's heart was torn when she left Storybrooke, and her birth brought joy back into her life.
Her father, a kind and turmoil-filled old soul, have been saved by her touch.
The Dark One's curse had been broken through her fingers.
A young girl had found a home and a family with them.
The queen had a family all her own now.
Definitely, twice the product of true love, Lilly Jones was love incarnate.
And love begets love.
THE END.
