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Ok, last bonus scene, unless something pops into my head. This is an alternate ending. This is not canon with the rest of the story, just something I felt I had to write. This will NOT affect Amelia or Killian in their current relationships with Neal and Emma receptively. I just love Killian and do want happiness from him.

A week.

That's how long it took Bernadette to find the Dark One's castle. Most of the town folk were afraid to talk about it, so they just pointed out directions. The Dark One terrified every single one of them, but not Bernadette. He took her child, now he should be afraid of her.

She ate very little and slept even less. Getting Liam back was the only thing on her mind. No sign of… him, though ever since she left home, she had felt like she was being watched. But he couldn't be following her, she had threatened him. The only logical place for him was a tavern, drinking away his sorrows, or finding a new crew and a ship. Anything to get away from her.

Bernadette had time for a wardrobe change. She was back to her old self: pants, long sleeve top, a sensible corset, and boots. After taking ten steps forward with Killian, she had now taken twenty steps back. She was back to Bernadette the dangerous bounty hunter. Part of her missed this part of her, though she did not want to admit it. But what was true were the stakes the return had come at. Her son was the most important person to her and no one messed with her family and got away with it. Not even the Dark One.

Finally, over the line of trees, she saw the castle. It was still off in the distance, maybe a few hours at the most. Bernadette wondered what kind of protection spells would be around it. Was it just the fact that the Dark One lived there enough to keep people away?

Why didn't she have any fairy dust? She should have picked some up before starting on this rescue mission. But because of her rush and poor planning, it was just going to be her and her skill against the Dark One and his magic.

Interesting to say the least.

Bernadette took a step forward and almost took another, but an arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back. Her first instinct was to fight back; her hand went to her belt for her dagger. But the person's voice stopped her.

"Calm down, lass. It's only me." Came the very familiar and unwelcomed voice in her ear.

Her elbow quickly found his stomach and she shoved hard. He released her; she whirled around to face… him. 'Calm down, it's only me'? He failed as a father and those were the first words out of his mouth? "I told you not to follow me! What the hell are you doing here, Killian?" She almost screamed. Her voice lowered when he brought his finger to his lips.

"And just like you, they come back for seconds." Killian stated. His sword was drawn and before Bernadette could defend herself, a thick vine lay at her feet. "The shrubs are enchanted to grab intruders and choke them to death." He explained then looked around. "The Dark One has ears everywhere." He stepped away from her and into the shade of a few trees. He looked back at her, expecting her to follow. She hesitated, Liam wasn't in that direction. But she did follow, begrudgingly. And Bernadette got a good look at him. Killian was back to the pirate look, all black leather, like he had never given it up. Even the hook was back. Part of her missed that look. Well, she had gone back to the bounty hunter look so easily, of course he would do the same. But what Bernadette noticed more than the clothes were the fact he looked like he barely slept in days.

"So self-centered, aren't you?" He finally addressed her question. "I came here to save my son, not follow you…."

"Of course you are. Be the hero, save the child, reunite him with his mother and live happily ever after? You think I would even take you back?" She felt anger rising in her, like the day her world came crashing down on her. But it was pointless anger. She was past feeling anger or even caring. Until she got Liam back, she was numb.

"No, I simply want to get my son out of the clutches of the Crocodile. I did not get my hopes that high."

She raised a confused eye brow at him. "The Crocodile?"

"Just a moniker I gave him a long time ago." Killian shrugged his shoulders.

"Childish." Then she stared at him. "I don't believe a word that you said."

"Believe what you want, darling." Killian shot back.

Bernadette tensed up. "No, no pet names." She couldn't take that, couldn't risk falling into old feelings with him.

"Fine, Bernadette…" But her name stung more than any term of endearment ever could. He stood in front of her, studying the situation at hand, weighing all the options. "Since we are looking for the same thing…" He began carefully.

"What are you suggesting, pirate?" She asked harshly. She had a very good idea what he was going to ask.

"Can I offer a truce between us? Just to get Liam back?" Killian finished.

Bernadette's eyes widened in shock and almost horror. Then she actually started laughing. "You hear how ridiculous you sound right now, right? I'll pass on your generous offer, Captain." She gave him a mock salute and walked away from him.

"Bernadette, come back here!" He followed after her.

"No, we are not working together."

"Why not?" He was close enough to catch her wrist in his hook.

"Really? Why not? Because it worked out so well in the past!" She slipped put out of the hook and continued walking to the castle.

She heard footsteps behind her and broke into a run. He was not going to catch up with her, he was not going to help her. He was nothing to her, not anymore at least.

She picked up her speed, she had to get to Liam. Then her ears heard a chilling noise, something like a pair of jaws, or more like many many pairs of jaws.

Bernadette risked a look down and instantly regretted it. The grass that she was running on now had small creatures that were just jaws. They were attempting to bite her ankles to make her trip. What would happen if she were to fall? She shuddered and just ran.

Then she heard the slashing of a sword close behind her. So he was still following her? She hoped he fell.

But he didn't fall, actually he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.

"Killian, put me down!" She yelled. But from her upside down position, she got a good look at the creatures. That was going to live in her nightmares for a while.

One jaw clamped around Killian's jacket. Bernadette somehow managed to pull a dagger from her sleeve and threw it in the face area. It yelped and let go.

Killian kept running and when he reached another clearing of trees, he threw her down on the ground. She gave him the death glare. He had to catch his breath before scolding her. "You need me! I just saved your bloody life, twice!"

"I hate you, Killian Jones!" Bernadette spat.

"Were you always this bloody difficult?" He asked, not really expecting an answer.

"I keep you too occupied in bed to notice." She shot back.

"Well, I am glad those days are over!"

"Me too!"

They stated at each other, steam almost pouring out of their ears. Bernadette attempted to stand up but the hilt of Killian's sword near her neck stopped her. "No, you are not getting up unless you agree to work with me get our son back!"

For a second she pouted. Their son, Liam was hardly their son. Killian failed, he had no right to call Liam his. "Fine. You're right." She said against her better judgement.

Content with her answer, Killian put the sword away and looked up to see Bernadette holding a hand up to him.

"You think I'm going to fall for that? I know all your tricks." He turned and began to walk away.

"Such a gentleman you are." She said under her breath. But he was still close and she kicked him in the leg. Killian came crashing down.

Using his new position to her advantage, Bernadette picked herself up and tried to make a run for it.

She barely got two steps before his hook caught her ankle, pulling her down. She hit the ground hard and then he was on top of her.

That didn't last long, she flipped him over and made sure to stay out of the way of the slashing hook.

Then he rolled her over and they just stared at each other.

Something peaceful washed over Bernadette. Killian noticed that she had loosened up. "Now, can you be reasonable?" To his shock, she nodded and he stood up.

"Killian…" She suddenly sounded so small. He turned to look at her, she was sitting up and there was something different about her. "I missed you." She told him sadly.

Killian's eye brows rose in confusion. She sounded honest. He knelt down to her level and he took her chin into his hand. "I thought you hated me."

"I could never hate you, Killian. I love you." She smiled.

What was going on with her? Was she playing games again? Then he noticed the flower near her hand. A forget me not.

"Bloody hell, of course you of all people would fall into a poisonous flower. Come on, we need to get out of here now."

"No, let's stay here. Just you and me. We can be happy." Bernadette made a move to grab his arm to make him sit next to her.

But he resisted and instead pulled her to her feet. "Listen to me; we need to get Liam back. Our son needs us."

"I think I can give you a reason to stay here. Let's make another baby." Her hands played with the collar of his jacket.

No, this was very bad. How could he stop her and get back to their mission? Before he could think of anything to do, she grabbed his face. Her lips crashed into his and he felt there was no other reason but to respond likewise.

Then she froze and then pulled back. "Killian, what the hell?" She raised her hand to slap him but he was faster and stepped out of range.

"You made contact with a forget me not flower, and that kiss, you started it." Killian raised a finger to prove his point. "Do not blame me for that. Can we please come to an understanding and work together? You are not thinking clearly."

She gave him a long hard look and tried not to focus on the tingle in her lips. She couldn't still have such strong feelings for him, could she? Not after what he did to their family. But she hated to admit it; she did need his help, just as an extra hand during a fight. They were supposed to have each other's back during any and all fights, that's what their wedding vows said.

"Fine," Bernadette stepped right up to him and jabbed her finger into is chest. "But understand one thing, Captain, there is nothing here. Just a partnership until this is over. We are nothing but two people with a common goal." The words were hard for her to say and like a knife to his heart for him to hear. But Killian knew he didn't deserve forgiveness, not that she would listen anyway.

"Just two people pretending to get along to save someone they care about. You can pretend, can't you?"

She rolled her eyes. "Just stay out of my way." And she began to walk away, avoiding the poisonous flowers.

"Believe me, being in your way is the last place I want to be." Killian said under his breath.

They continued walking in the direction of the castle without too much issue or talking. They even tried to avoid eye contact.

Bernadette hated how much the forget me nots were still affecting her. They made her forget her anger towards Killian and made her concerned for his well-being.

"Killian, you're bleeding." She said quietly.

He touched his forehead. "Oh, some vine must have gotten me. Or you. I'm not sure." He did not seem phased.

The healer in her was talking, that's what she kept telling herself. Not the wife or the lover. Her professional mind was in control. "I'll look at it when we get h…" She quickly changed her word choice. "Out of this situation."

Killian noticed she wanted to say another word. The dreaded word: home. But he couldn't dwell on it. They had to get their son back. Bernadette accepted Killian's helping hand as they went over things in their path. He hadn't planned on being that much of a gentleman, but his good form got the best of him.

But then she noticed the mark on his lower neck, one that she knew exactly where it had come from and her heart sank. He thought it had faded or that his collar hid it well. He knew she wasn't going to ask about it but it was going to be on her mind forever now.

"It's not what you think…" It was harder than he thought not to use pet names when it came to her. Besides it would only make her angrier.

"Whatever are you talking about?" She asked innocently.

"Open book, remember? Nothing happened more than what you see." Killian was telling the truth. He had been approached by a woman in a tavern and accepted her invitation, thinking he could easily slip into his old ways. But no matter how hard he tried not to imagine the woman had red hair, Killian couldn't get pass her lips on his neck. But he had been a gentleman and politely excused himself.

"I had offers also, you know. Very good looking men who felt it was their job to help the lonely woman, even if it was only for a few hours. I turned them all down. Mostly because they weren't you." She said the last part quietly. She suddenly felt horrible and worried. She knew he had something on him that would calm her down. Bernadette reached around his waist and pulled out his flask.

"You know; you just could have asked? I would have just given it to you." Killian chuckled.

"I know." She responded before taking touching it to her lips. Then she frozen, remembering something important. She tipped her head back enough to look like she drank. Bernadette then handed the flask back to Killian.

"You ready for this?" He asked.

Bernadette only nodded. She had to pull herself together and keep her wits about her. She had Killian jones on her side at the moment. And together they were going up against the Dark One.

"Killian, you know this changes nothing between us?" She had to spell it out.

He nodded sadly. "I know."

They entered an empty castle, so luck was on their side. No sign of the Dark One. The halls were eerily silent.

"Now where?" Bernadette asked quietly. She had no idea why she was whispered. Maybe she thought the walls could hear.

"I'm not sure…" Killian started to say but then they both heard a noise that made their hearts soar. Liam's laughter.

Bernadette and Killian bolted off in the direction of the laughter. At the end of a long hallway, they pushed a large door open. Inside was Liam, sitting on the floor playing with a set of blocks.

He looked healthy and happy, not scared or sad as Bernadette and Killian had feared.

"Liam!" Bernadette yelled and ran towards her son.

The child's head turned in her direction as if hearing a strange noise.

Killian was close behind, Bernadette reached Liam first or at least she thought she did. Her hand reached out to grab him and only touched air.

Liam had been an illusion. He wasn't here, wasn't in the room. Where was he?

"Certainly took the two of you long enough to come here, dearie. Do you ever care about your son?" Came a familiar voice.

Bernadette whirled around to see the Dark One sitting in a chair, watching them like entertainment.

Anger boiled up in her and she would have launched herself at his throat. That was if Killian hadn't grabbed her around the waist and held her back.

"A week, it took you a week to find your son. A bit sad, don't you think?" He giggled.

"Where is he, you bloody demon?" Her time on the Jolly Roger caught up with her. "Where are you hiding him? I'll rip you limb from limb." Bernadette struggled to free herself from Killian's iron grip.

"Your son is safe and dare I say it, happy. Liam is it? Named after your dearly departed brother, Captain?" The imp asked.

Killian's grip on Bernadette's waist loosened then it was gone completely. His hand was on his sword; Captain Hook was posed for battle. It took Bernadette a moment to understand what he was going to do and attempted to reach out to stop him. But a hand cuff appeared around her wrist, chaining her to the wall. Killian was out of her reach.

But before he was able to fully draw his sword, Killian froze. He had to be the calm and collected one here. "I want to make a deal, Dark One." He dropped his sword to the floor. "My life for the safety of my wife and son."

"Killian, no! I'm not leaving you!" Those words sprung from Bernadette's lips without her really thinking about them. Her hand covered mouth as her eyes widened at him. She didn't still care about Killian, if he wanted to sacrifice himself for Liam, let him atone for his sins.

Killian heard the desperation in her voice and against his better judgement, cupped his cheek into his hand. "You need to go, take Liam and get as far away from this place a possible. It's me he wants. I caused all of this. If that's the price I have to pay to make sure you are safe, so be it. Nothing and I mean nothing means more to me than you and Liam. You brought light into my dark life and I can never thank you enough for that. Just please, for once in your life, listen to me and go."

Bernadette bit back tears. She hadn't expected such words from him. But she couldn't nod, couldn't agree with him. Instead, she turned to the Dark One. "You would leave an innocent child fatherless?" She asked, having no idea where that question came from.

The Dark One looked at her strangely for a moment, as if there was a spark of humanity in him. "Go." He managed to croak out.

"Darling, you heard him." Killian told her. The Dark One snapped his fingers and Liam appeared in the room. The child went running into the arms of his mother.

"The both of you, get out of my sight. I won't be so forgiving next time." The Dark One told them.

Killian and Bernadette exchanged shocked looks before heading to the door. Purple smoke engulfed them and they suddenly found themselves home.

Home, where a fire was already warming the rom and a full meal on the table. Liam held out his arms to his father, who gratefully took him.

"From the Dark One himself. It's not poisoned, or so says the note." Bernadette read the note that accompanied the meal.

Killian only nodded and the three of them sat down to eat. Bernadette kept pushing Liam's hair out of his eyes. Her life had been so empty without her boys.

Her boy she meant. She had been avoiding Killian's eyes since they appeared home. His eyes had the same idea as hers did, they stayed on Liam.

Soon the child began to yawn.

"You put him to bed, I'll clean up." Killian offered.

Bernadette's eyes shot up to his. There was panic in them. As much as she wanted to tuck Liam in, she didn't want to walk back into empty room. So she shook her head. "You put him to bed. I'll clean up, it isn't much."

Silently he nodded and picked up the exhausted child. He left the room.

Bernadette looked around the room and suddenly all the extra food and plates disappeared. Apparently the Dark One wanted his stuff back.

Silence filled the room. Bernadette did not want to be alone with her thoughts.

Then Killian reappeared in the room. "The lad is sleeping soundly." He said.

She only nodded. There were so many unspoken things between them. But neither of them wanted to start the conversation. For a few minutes neither of them moved. Bernadette leaned against the table and Killian stood in the middle of the room.

"I should go…" Killian finally said, moving towards the door.

"Killian…" She stopped him. Don't go, she wanted to say but couldn't bring herself to say it. "Where are you going?"

"The local inn." He answered emotionlessly. He knew he had no right to hope, that she would want him to stay.

"The cut on your forehead, can I take care of it before you leave?" She asked innocently.

Ever the healer, his wife. Anything to stay in the house longer. He nodded and sat down on a chair. She found a bottle of rum and a cloth.

She stood in front of him, and tried her best to avoid his eyes. And he did the exact same thing, so he focused on what was right in front of him. That might not have been the best thing though, so he shut his eyes.

"This is going to hurt a little." She whispered.

"Lass, I can handle a little sting…" He started to say but his sudden yelp stopped him. And his hand grabbed her waist and squeezed.

Bernadette could have done a number of things to him. Scold him for using a pet name. Yell at him for grabbing. Hit him lightly for acting like a baby. But she just stood there looking at him, his grip felt comfortable on her waist, just tight enough like he was terrified of losing her.

After the pain passed, Killian opened his eyes and looked up at her, slightly embarrassed. She tried to look emotionless but the sheepish look on his face told her she failed at that.

"Sorry. Will it need stitches?" He removed his hand from her waist.

She stared at her now empty waist, she missed the heat. "No, you're lucky." She whispered and suddenly wished she hadn't said that. How could he be lucky after losing his wife and child? Well, he hadn't left the house yet. "Any other cuts?" She asked quietly.

"None that I need assistance with fixing. You have done more than enough."

"Killian, any other cuts?" Her voice had a touch of professionalism, the one he knew not to argue with. So with a heavy sigh, he pulled off his vest and began to unbutton his shirt. At least he had enough sense to keep it on. There was a nasty cut on his chest, right over his heart.

Bernadette strove to keep her emotions in check. Killian made no motion, didn't even meet her eyes. He couldn't even anyway, there were too many unspoken feelings between them.

She might have taken her time cleaning the wound, again no need for stitches. But the last thing Bernadette wanted was for the wound to be infected.

Silence filled the room and it was slightly uncomfortable. They continued to stare at each other, eyes just searching for something, anything.

"Did you mean what you said, back at the Dark One's castle?" Bernadette asked.

"Every word of it. I never say things just to say things." Then he sighed. "If you're done, I'll be going…" Killian said. She didn't stop him so he pushed the chair back and stood up. He walked to the door and when his hand touched the knob, he heard her voice.

"Killian…" He turned around to see a very teary eyed Bernadette staring at him. "Don't go, unless you want to. Do you want to?"

She wanted him to stay? Did he want to stay? He couldn't find his voice to answer her so he simply shook his head.

Was he prepared for Bernadette to throw herself at him? No. But he was beyond grateful. He held her tight and whispered in her ear that he was never letting her go.

"I need you. I can't do this alone, Killian. I can't raise them alone." She sobbed into his neck.

Those words took a few seconds to sink into Killian's mind. He pulled back to stare at her. "Them?"

Bernadette looked up at him, there was a smile on her face. She moved his hand to her stomach. "Yes, them."

Eleanor Jones was born seven months later, completing their perfect happy family.

OK, now the story is done, I swear. But we all know how well that works out for me. I needed a happy ending for them even if it's not canon. Hope you enjoyed the bonus scenes.

Now you can really go back to the story, "Never Going to Let You Out of My Sight".

Reviews please?