A/N: Hi everyone! I am in the process of giving Treacherous a complete makeover, because I did not like the way it was going at all, in fact I absolutely HATED it. Please be patient, as I'm doing this at my quickest pace possible while still being in school, with a toddler. Thank you for your support, and as soon as my other computer wants to work again I will have the final chapter of Everything Has Changed posted. Thanks again, and please review on what you think of the changes!
Kagome sucked in a deep breath and raked a hand through her hair before glancing around the small quarters, finally allowing her gaze to rest on the man in front of her. 'Okay, lets see what I'm working with.' She thought before inching herself forward. Running her fingers softly down his left arm, gripping the blanket before pulling it down carefully.
"Oh my gah! That's so bad." Kagome gagged at the sight. Dropping the blanket, Kagome turned and walked out of the room, hurriedly walking through the outer room before bursting onto the deck. "Fixed the Capt'n already; I didn't give you enough credit." Mr. Smee said as Kagome walked past him. "Not exactly, that man needs a doctor; an actual doctor!" she hissed. "I already told you, no doctor will look at him since he's an enemy of the Dark One. You're expendable, and won't be missed; we've watched you for a couple days before we nabbed you. Now, get in there and fix him up or I'll make sure that little boy don't make it." He said back.
Stinging from the red-capped man's words, Kagome slowly backed up and walked back into the living quarters before taking in another deep breath and pulling the blanket back again. 'So bad.' She thought as her stomach rolled in protest. "Hey, I need water, clean rags, and the strongest liquor you've got." Kagome called through the doorway. 'Okay Captain No Name, lets see what I can do for you right now.' She thought moving to kneel next to the bed.
Shuffling through her basket, she frowned before rolling her eyes at her lack of supplies. "Hey, if you want me to take care of him I'm going to need—oh, thanks." Kagome said as someone brought her desired items. The man met her eyes and gave her a leer, letting his gaze linger over her feminine assets before backing out. "Disgusting; hey Pirate Captain, if you can hear me through your haze, please don't be like your crew." She begged.
"Okay, bare with me, this is going to hurt a lot." She mumbled. 'And you don't care.' She thought pulling the cork out of the bottle and gripping a towel under the mans wrist. Beginning to pour a slow stream, she tightened her grip as the captain howled and tried to yank his arm away.
After dousing the severed area, Kagome released him, stepping back and corking the bottle. "Who the hell are you?" the man growled as he glared at her. "I'll tell you when you're not so clouded with a fever and will actually be able to remember it, so lie back down so I can attempt to get you feeling better." Kagome said. Stepping closer, she moved to help him back onto his pillows before he swatted her away. "I'm fine, this is nothing but a mere cold." He snapped. "Right, that's why you've got a fever and your wrist is all kinds of infected." She stated rolling her eyes.
"I don't need your help." He hissed. Kagome sighed and shook her head, backing up to stand in front of the door. "I'll be in here, you just let me know when you're ready to accept help." She said.
Killian watched her go through hazy eyes before groaning and falling back onto his bed fully. He couldn't remember much over the last couple of days, all he really remembered was misery, being hot, and a shooting pain where the Crocodile chopped him at the wrist, taking his hand. 'Milah.' He thought clenching his teeth in pain. Flinging his sheet off, he slowly swung his feet off the bed before slowly climbing to his feet, falling back as soon as he stood.
Mentally cursing himself, he stood up and leaned forward, allowing his right arm to brace his full weight against the wall. His eyes caught the form of the young woman, walking across the room from the door, clutching a jar of something in her hand. Slumping further along the wall, he fell forward, gripping the back of a wing-backed chair before moving around it to sit down on the cushion.
"You, girl, what do you think you're doing?" he asked eyeing her closely. "Looking around, your crew made a very convincing case as to why I'm here and that I'm not leaving until you're well again. Can't complain too much though, they did bring me some Boneset, even ground it up for me to put in your tea." She said placing the jar on his desk. "Well, I mean if you wanted it." She shrugged hopping on top of the desk. Killian glared at her and frowned.
"Will you let me help you?" Kagome asked softly. Killian took a deep breath and nodded, allowing his head to fall back into the back of the chair. Kagome smiled a big smile and hopped down, bringing her jar with her and moved to stand in front of him. "Sorry for just pouring the alcohol on you, I needed to disinfect your wound a little to see what I was working with." She said moving his limbs into less of a heap. "It's fine, just make it stop." Killian growled.
Kagome nodded and unscrewed the lid of her jar, bringing it to his lips. "Normally, I'd make you drink this throughout the day but given the circumstances; drink up." She urged. Downing the liquid in record time Killian blinked and pushed the jar down, feeling shock as his hazy eyesight cleared quickly. "What have you done to me?" he asked. "Can't you just be grateful?" Kagome sighed rocking back on her heels.
Killian dropped to the ground in front of her and gripped the back of her head painfully. "Are you working with that Crocodile and hoping to finish me off for him?" he growled. "Crocodile? You mean the Dark One; please let go, I didn't even want to come here!" Kagome whimpered. "Why do I feel better than I have in days as soon as you make me drink something." He retorted.
"Because, I was born being able to help people, I kept it hidden because I was told I was a freak and magic was a terrible burden. Please let me go, you're hurting me." She said as his grip tightened. "Than what do you do if you don't heal people?" Killian asked again. "I'm a dressmaker." She hissed. Killian released her hair keeping his gaze locked on hers. "Can I go home now?" she asked gripping her head. "No, you're going to get to stay here until I'm absolutely certain you're not working with the Crocodile." Killian said.
"Can I have your name at least? I don't like having to call you Captain No Name or something like that." The black haired woman requested. "Killian Jones, but you are to refer to me as Captain Jones or Captain Hook; I don't care which." He replied standing up. Kagome watched as he grabbed a hook off of a small table and screwed it the place where his left hand once was. "Kagome." She said. Killian tossed a look over at her, his eyebrow raised as he blinked a few times. "What?" he said. "My name is Kagome, I told you I was going to tell you when you were in a better state of mind to remember it." She said with a small smile.
Killian nodded barely and huffed a deep breath, "what do you know of my struggle with the Dark One?" Kagome shrugged and stood up, crossing her arms. "Just that you lost your hand; do I need to know more?" she asked carefully. "No." Killian growled. Turning, he plopped into his wing back chair, holding his head in his hand with a sigh. "You're going to feel drained for a little while, so you're going to have to rest for a day or two until you're fully healed." Kagome explained standing up.
Rolling his head to the side, he regarded her coolly and gestured to the door. "Go and get us some dinner then love." He said. Narrowing her eyes, Kagome stalked over to the door and slammed it shut behind her, a smile gracing the pirate's lips at her childish behavior. Groaning, he shut his eyes tighter as a heat spread through his veins.
"Go get us some dinner; do I look like a bar wench." She grumbled holding her skirts as she made her way down to the galley. "Well, well men lookie! Captain's new bed warmer's gracin' us wif her presence." A man yelled. Freezing in her movements, Kagome's eyes went wide as she surveyed the amount of men she saw, all leering at her openly. Gulping, she straightened her spine and walked up to Mr. Smee, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Your fine captain sent me for his dinner." She whispered. "Did he now? Well get over here 'cause our food ain't free for you!" the man that brought her supplies earlier growled grabbing her wrist. Pulling him onto his lap, he attempted to push his face into he chest when another pirate grabbed him by the collar and yanked them both to the ground, the men cheering. "Share!" he yelled.
Attempting to crawl to the side, Kagome felt herself pulled back by her ankle when a gunshot sounded through the Galley. "I know my men aren't disrespecting our guest and my orders?" Hook said menacingly, leaning against the doorframe.