Notes:
Substance abuse is a serious issue. If you need help with an addiction, please call The Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHS) National Helpline – 1-800-662-HELP (4357).
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Chapter 1: Killian Jones
2 weeks ago
The hotel room was littered with empty bottles of rum and beer, it smelled of smoke, leather, and sex. The naked girl strung out on the expensive leather couch had passed out hours previously from too much drink.
"Lass, do share!" Killian tipped his glass back, the sting from the alcohol had been dulled six drinks previously.
The brunette gyrated on top of his lap, rubbing her center against his naked form. She passed the $100 bill to him and then began slithering a trail of wetness against his skin with her tongue. He pushed her out of his way to lean forward, rolling the bill and inhaling the white powder into his nose, his head fell back against the chair. His eyes closed, letting the feeling wash over him.
The girl continued her duty, eagerly sucking his cock while her hands caressed his chest. Her fingers trailed the flesh on his left arm, and he reached out with his right hand, grabbing a fist full of her hair and yanking her away from him. She stared at him wide eyed. "No, you can touch me anywhere but there." He growled, shoving her back down to his groin.
He closed his eyes again, getting lost in the swirls of her tongue and the euphoric sensations of her mouth gloriously working his cock. "Mm, Milah." He groaned.
"Who the hell is Milah?" The girl stopped her eager work.
His eyes blew open, looking down at the dark-haired girl who was staring at him angrily. "Mary?" He said warily. "Nancy?" He pressed his fingers to his head and squeezed his eyes shut trying to remember the damn woman's name. "Janice?" he said snapping his fingers.
"It's Abby."
"Who cares."
The girl got up from his lap and walked toward her friend who was passed out on the couch. "Fuck you."
"I already did that, twice, and I don't seem to remember any complaints, darling." He leaned over and took another snort. His vision distorting slightly. "Get back over here, it's not going to suck itself." The girl reluctantly walked back toward him. "Abby love, please." He added.
He took another shot of rum as the girl reluctantly returned to continue her task of pleasuring him. "You're damn good at that love, my heart is absolutely racing." He groaned, sweat pouring off his forehead.
She stopped her task, "You sure you're ok, Mr. Jones?"
"What are you bloody stopping for?" He yelled, grabbing the bottle next to him, and tipping it into his mouth. His hand slid onto his erect member, tugging himself to try and reach the release he so desperately needed. "Do I have to do this for you?"
His heart really was racing. The girl stepped back from him, retreating to the couch to try again and wake her friend."
"Who needs you." He growled angrily. "I'll do it my damn self."
He closed his eyes. Dark hair invading his thoughts. Images racing across his lids.
"I love you Milah." The scenes played out like a movie on fast forward in his brain. "Why would you do this?" Blurring, bright lights, his headache was blinding him. "Killian, you shouldn't…" His heart was pounding out of his chest. "Oh God what have I done?" Red lights and rain?
Wait. Was it raining in his room?
Darkness was threatening to swallow him, he was screaming into the night.
"Killian, wake up."
He could faintly hear someone speaking to him. He tried to respond; words didn't come.
"Call 911."
Present Day
Killian watched the land come into view, a bright patch of green over a sea of blue. It was a beautiful sight that he would surely have welcomed if he were here for pleasure.
"At least you'll have a gorgeous view during your stay."
Killian glared at the man sitting across from him, gripping the leather handle on his seat. "Yeah, I'm sure sightseeing is the first thing they sign you up for, right after racquetball and cricket." He grumbled sarcastically.
"I know you're upset with everyone, KJ, but you know we had no other choice, right?"
Killian looked away, glancing out the window again to focus on the ground as the wheels touched down.
He stood when the plane came to a stop and walked toward the exit. Robin got up and followed him. When he got to the steps he turned around and faced the man. "I think I can turn myself in Dad."
Robin rolled his eyes. "I'm just trying to be here for you."
"I think you've done enough Rob. Go home." Killian turned and bounded down the steps, grabbing his bag from the pilot, and storming toward the car waiting for him.
"Killian Jones?" The man asked.
"Yup, I'm the lucky bloke!" He said mockingly and climbed into the backseat.
"Welcome to Wonderland."
"Wonderland? You can't be serious. What a bloody stupid name." He mused but the man simply shut the door behind him.
The trip from the small airport only took five minutes, Killian watched the beauty of the island zoom past through the darkened windows of the limo. He slammed back against the headrest and squeezed his eyes closed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Killian, this has to stop, you almost died this time. Do you think this is what mom would have wanted for you?"
"And yet I'm still here."
"Is that what you want? To not be here? Because I can't decide if this is a death wish or you are just fucking stupid."
The car came to a sudden halt, he let out a long groan and peered through his eyes. The door opened and he stepped out into the sunlight.
"Welcome to Wonderland Rehabilitation Center, Mr. Jones." The moment he left the car, he was greeted by a man in a security uniform. "Names Graham, Pleasure to meet you. I happened to hear the call that you were arriving and wanted to greet you personally. Can I just say how much I loved "Seasick"? That song changed my life, man."
"Oh good, a fan. Splendid." He said sarcastically as he brushed past the man and up the walkway to the entrance.
He heard the guard's footsteps behind him. "I checked you in, but you'll need to meet with Regina."
"Well point me in the way of this Regina then and let's get on with it."
"You've found her." A dark-haired woman was standing at the front desk, her dark suit and heels told him that this was a woman who liked to be in charge. "Regina Mills. I'm the Manager here at WRC."
"I suppose this is where you read me the rules and tell me how its going to be, scared straight or something, right?"
"Something like that." She grinned and gestured for him to follow her.
"So, you've met Graham, he's my head of security, so if you step out of line, break any of my rules, I'll know about it." She opened the door to her office and sat at her desk, waving her hand to the chair across from her.
"Just tell me what I need to do to get out of here."
"Ready to leave so soon?" She mused.
"No, just eager to get back to my life."
"Ah yes, Killian Jones, Mother died when you were four. You lived with your father, Brennan and brother, Liam until you were 17, dropped out of high school when your dad died and started a band with your high school buddy Robin Locksley at 18." She turned the page in his file. "How am I doing so far?"
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not here for a history lesson."
"I wasn't finished." She cut him off. "Let's see, got your lucky break playing in a bar when you were 22, signed to a 1-year contract with Capitol Records. What's the name of your little band?"
"The Sea Dogs and it's not exactly little."
"Ah that's right. Your 1-year contract turned into a multi record deal, didn't it?"
"Aye, we won a Grammy, actually."
"Never really understood your band honestly, the sea doesn't have dogs. Never the matter, where did I leave off, ah your aspiring acting career. Three picture deal, isn't that correct?"
He nodded. "Yes, the last film starts production in 6 months. Hence my need to finish this up."
"You can't rush recovery, Mr. Jones."
"Then does this little story have a point, or should we continue wasting my time?"
"The point is, I don't care who you are. You're not here on vacation, this isn't a spa. If you want to leave WRC, I expect you to work for it. You'll find that we have many special people here. Movie stars, musicians, billionaires, the fact of the matter is, I don't give a damn who you are. You're all the same here." She tossed his file onto the desk. "Addicts."
His jaw was tense.
"The sooner you realize that's who you are, that's when your recovery can start and not a second sooner. Until then you're just another rich guy hiding from his problems on my island."
"Well, this was uplifting. Are all the sessions going to be this inspirational because I want to make sure I get my money's worth."
"You'll have individual therapy sessions 3 times a week and group session once a week with Dr. Hopper. There is a cafeteria where you will have all your meals, any medication will be provided to you by Dr. Whale. I understand you are still in the process of physical therapy since the…"
"That is correct, I assume my physical therapy will continue with Dr. Whale also?"
"Yes. There is a gym where you can work out on your down time, as well as yoga classes that are hosted by our recreational therapist and dietician Zelena West."
"Yoga sounds most interesting." He mused sarcastically.
"Lights out is at 10pm. No sex of any kind."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"No sex. I would assume that is self-explanatory, Jones or do I need to provide you the rules in a book with pictures?"
"No Ma'am. But 10pm? Honestly, I'm going to miss Big Brother After Dark, and who doesn't love a good reality show with drama, am I right?"
"I think you'll find that the sooner you take things seriously, Mr. Jones, the better your stay here will go for you." She glared at him. "Now if I can just get you to sign some paperwork for me and turn in your cell phone and any personal items into this bag. I will have it locked up so you can gather them when you leave."
He pulled his phone from his pocket, tossing it into the bag.
"Did you need to check your messages or send any before you turn it over?"
"Nope, don't have anyone I care to communicate with."
"Well, if you change your mind, you are permitted to make your first phone call after completing 14 days of treatment. After that you will have access to the phone in the lounge during the hours of 9am to 9pm."
"Am I scheduled for restroom breaks as well or am I allowed to take those as necessary?"
She stared a hole through him. "Dr. Hopper is going to have a field day with you." She chuckled dryly.
There was a knock on the door and a fair skinned man in a white coat poked his head into the room.
"Did you call me for a patient meet and greet?"
"Ah yes, Dr. Whale, may I introduce you to Killian Jones."
The man stepped into the room and extended his hand, withdrawing quickly when he looked down at his missing limb and swapping the hand he extended.
"Nice to meet you. How long has it been?" He asked, pointing to his lack of appendage.
"Long enough to not want to talk about it." Regina cleared her throat and Killian internally groaned. "Three months."
"I got the notes from your previous physical therapist so we will continue strength exercises three days a week starting tomorrow."
"I can hardly contain my glee."
Dr. Whale exchanged a glance with Regina. "Oh, Dr. Hopper is going to love him." She nodded with a smirk on her face. "I'll see you tomorrow." He remarked before turning and leaving him alone with the abrasive woman on the other side of the desk.
"So, when do I get to go to my room to sit and reflect on my life."
"Ah yes, let me take you to your room now." She stood, depositing his items in her desk drawer, and locking it behind her. "This way."
He followed her down the corridor, noting all the windows lining the hallway with views of the ocean. He wished again that he were here for a different reason.
"Here you go Mr. Jones."
He stopped before entering the room. "Jones is fine, Mr. Jones is my father, and he's no longer among the living."
"Alright Jones, home sweet home."
He stepped into the room, more windows looking out onto the island. His eyes settled on the two beds in the room. "Um, I'm pretty sure this is costing me a hefty penny, but care to explain why I need two beds?"
"You must be the new guy." A man pushed past him into the room.
"This is your roommate, August."
"Roommate? I thought this place allowed privacy and solidarity."
"Did I forget that rule, sorry about that. For the first 2 weeks, all patients are paired with someone who has already completed their first 14 days."
"I don't need a bloody babysitter." Lowering his voice and turning toward Regina.
"Think of him more as a buddy." She appeared to be taking joy in his discomfort and anger.
"I don't need one of those either." He growled.
She turned on her heels and started off down the hallway. "Dr. Hopper will see you in 20 minutes. Don't be late. Your buddy can help you find your way there."
He clinched his fist, watching the woman click her heels on the tile until she turned the corner and disappeared. He spun around and stepped into the room.
"It goes by quickly." His new babysitter was sitting on one of the beds reading a book.
"Not quick enough." He tossed his bag on the empty bed.
"You're that guy, aren't you?" He stood up and pretended to look off into the distance. "Ahoy Matey there's land ahead." Killian groaned and tossed his clothes into the empty dresser. "Sorry, but you're pretty recognizable."
"Fantastic."
"Secrets safe with me. No one cares who anyone is here anyway."
"How long have you been here?"
"24 days. You get used to the way things work around here after the first week."
"Not bloody likely." He grumbled.
"Hey, don't fight it, trust me, the first guy I stayed with when I got here has been here 6 months and still keeps breaking the rules, at this rate, he's never leaving."
Killian thought about his situation. He knew the more he resisted the longer he would be stuck on this island and he wanted nothing more than to leave this place and get back to set.
"Perhaps you have a point. If you would be so kind as to show me to Dr. Hopper's office, I would much like to get a start on getting the hell out of here."
He followed the man down the hallways, a maze of rights and lefts until they exited the building and crossed a lush green lawn to a small building on the other side of the complex. "First door on your right." August pointed toward the building. "Good luck."
He stepped through the doors and was greeted by a friendly, curly haired man, "You must be Mr. Jones, I'm Dr. Hopper, but you can call me Archie."
"Killian will be fine, Archie."
"Alright, Killian, please join me in my office."
Killian walked into the room, not at all surprised to see the long couch and leather chair. He nervously took a seat on the couch and looked around. "So, uh how does this work, do I lie down, or can we skip that part?"
The man laughed. "None of that is necessary, unless that makes you comfortable. Our sessions will happen three times a week, sometimes I may ask you questions, other times you may feel like sharing, but really, the most important part at WRC is that we make sure you don't ignore the mental part of your recovery."
Killian shifted uncomfortably on the couch. He had no idea how he was supposed to sit here and share anything with this man, a man he had just met. "What exactly are we supposed to talk about?"
"How about we talk about what brought you here."
Killian looked at the ceiling. "My bandmate, Robin brought me."
"Not who, but what was the reason you chose to come to Wonderland?"
Killian laughed loudly. "Chose, that's an interesting way to put it."
"And how would you put it?"
"Forced, not given much choice, ordered to come, your pick I guess."
"And yet you're here."
"Yeah, did you know that there's a moral clause in contracts?" He clicked his tongue in his mouth in annoyance. "Guess I should have read the fine print."
"So, you're here because your behavior was deemed to be in breach of contract?"
"Something like that, yeah."
"And do you think your behavior was acceptable?"
"I think my behavior was no one's business but my own."
He nodded and then wrote a few sentences in his notebook.
"What? Was that the wrong answer?" Killian said dryly.
"I'm just taking notes, it doesn't mean that I agree or disagree with anything you have said. I'm merely here to observe your response." He put down his pencil and looked back at Killian. "Tell me about the night of the accident."
Killian's jaw clenched and he formed a fist with his right hand. "I don't know what that has to do with anything."
"Interesting response. You had attended a premiere for your first movie, is that correct?"
"What were you doing talking to him?"
"We were just talking, Killy. He's your co-star."
"Bullshit. Don't lie to me."
"Killian, would you stop acting like this."
"I'll stop acting like this when you start telling the goddamn truth."
"I'm not going to talk to you while you're drunk."
"No but you'll fuck him when he's drunk, isn't that right Milah?"
"Fuck you."
Killian flinched when he heard the man sit forward in his seat. "This is fucking pointless." He growled.
"Neverland? That was the name of the movie, right?"
Killian stood up suddenly and began pacing. "How much longer do we need to talk about this today?"
The man shut his notebook. "This is your time, if this is too overwhelming for you on your first day, we can pick this back up in our next session."
"Thrilling, I can't wait." Killian raced out the door, almost sprinting across the lawn before he found a spot against the wall underneath a tree and paused. He leaned against the building trying to calm his breathing. He said he would come here after his detox in order to satisfy his director, but he would be damned if he was going to spend his days baring his soul to a stranger about things he hadn't even shared with his brother.
He agreed to lay off the drugs, he begrudgingly swore off rum to make everyone happy, but this went too far.
He was going to have to find a way around this therapist BS if he was going to get out of here.
He shoved off the wall and walked back toward his room, pausing as he passed the front desk. Blonde hair and gorgeous legs capturing his attention.
"Name, please."
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Emma." She glared at Graham. "Swan."
"Say's Nolan in my logbook."
"Listen asshole, it's Emma Swan. Update your damn records."
He licked his lips, working his eyes down to the curve of the woman's ass. Maybe this place wouldn't be so terrible after all.
Notes:
Here we go again... I will try and post an update once a week. This one will be longer than my last fic and requires a lot more research, so it may take a bit longer to update than MHFLB did.