A/N: Howdy Team! Thanks for reading! Your reviews inspire me, so please review!
I dunno, I feel like I've unintentionally separated this story into story arcs and this is kinda where the second one starts. More Hook focused I guess, the third will be Pan's. It's pretty fun to play around with Hook's back story. It's actually quite similar to the original. Just with a little more sexytimes. ;)
Aight guys, onwards! Here's chapter sixteen. Enjoy! xx
Recovery
15 Years Ago
"Captain!"
"Aye sailor." Killian Jones came walking down the stairs, fixing his leather jacket as he went. They'd made port only an hour earlier on the outskirts of the Shayan capital.
"I've been called to training for the front. Please sir, the Empire needs me."
"Your Emperor doesn't care for your life mate," Killian walked over to the sailor and clapped his hand on his shoulder. "Why give it up for him?"
"It's my duty Captain," the sailor answered. "I ran away because I didn't want to be a soldier but I have to go now. I fight for my father."
Killian Jones sighed heavily, eyeing the young man carefully. There was no lie in his eyes; only sincerity in his voice.
"Very well then Shang," the Captain answered. "I expect to see you back here when the war is over."
"Aye Captain."
Present Day
Hook's cabin was empty when he awoke. He looked around momentarily before he felt the pain sparking across his chest, reminding him of the evidence of Pan's torture earlier. As he was pushing himself upwards, his cabin door opened and Ella slipped in, carrying a tray with food upon it as she held the door with her foot. It fell shut slowly as she balanced.
She walked straight over to his desk and placed the tray there delicately. Shivering, she walked over to his open window and closed it a little, the early afternoon's breeze a little too chilly for her. As she rubbed some life back into her arms, Hook had no trouble watching her. Ella still hadn't even glanced at him, but took the chance to explore his room. Reaching for his bookshelf she began to run her hands over the volumes. Some of them were incredibly old; some very poorly bound, as though perhaps the pirate had done them himself.
In that moment, Hook's arm gave a particularly painful twinge and he couldn't help the hiss that was let from his lips. Ella spun around, eyes narrowing.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Long enough to know that I feel like I was run over by a carriage," Hook grumbled, shifting once again. He reached outwards towards his chest of drawers, "Would you mind terribly fetching me a shirt, darling?"
"Are your wounds okay?" Ella asked as she rummaged amongst his clothes, pulling a black buttonless shirt from the wooden chest. "I don't know if I put enough ointment on."
Going to stand by his bedside, she gave him a clinical once over before handing him his short and taking the bowl of ointment away. As Hook pulled his shirt over his head, he felt a smirk grace his face, saying, "I must admit, I like the idea of you playing nurse, E."
Ella dropped the bowl, letting it fall to the ground with a loud clink. She turned on Hook in horror, "No. Anything but that. Call me anything but that."
"You aren't exactly giving me many options, lass," he answered, swinging himself painfully to the side of the bed. "I can't just not call you anything."
"You seem to be doing pretty well with your pet names," she muttered, refusing to look at him. "Soldier's fine; assassin's fine."
"That's very impersonal." Hook almost seemed affronted before he realised that was probably what she wanted. She didn't want to be personal with him. And yet she hadn't left him for the last few hours, tending to his wounds and staying by him.
How could that be impersonal?
After waiting a few moments Ella muttered, "Hart. You can call me Hart. But that's as far as we go."
"I'll take what I can get Hart." Hook said her last name almost mockingly. Ella bent to pick up the bowl quickly, glad it hadn't made too much of a mess. Taking it out of the room, Hook finally stood, his body weary, and made his way to his liquor cabinet. After a day like today, he needed his rum.
He needed to forget the memories he'd dredged up.
14 Years Ago
"You face the hangman's noose Jones," Smee was saying to Killian as he reclined in his desk chair. "You can't honestly expect to outrun them again. We've stayed in Port too long. Your king has a welcome price on your head Captain, and you haven't exactly been keeping to yourself."
"Today is the day Shang is recognised for his contribution in ending the Northern War. I'm not about to miss our old friend become Captain Li, Smee."
"Even if it involves your death?"
"You really doubt my capability to fight? Can you count how many of the crew have died on my watch?"
Smee shook his head. That was right. Four years of piracy and no one was dead.
"We don't want you to be the first, Captain."
"I'll keep my wits, Smee," Jones answered, sitting up and moving to fetch a different shirt. "You're in charge while I'm gone."
"Aye Captain," his first mate nodded and pushed his way out of the door.
Killian wasn't a fan of having to dress for the occasion. Pulling on lighter coloured breeches and a shirt, he went searching for the additional layers he'd stolen back in Nottingham. There would be people from all lands here today, so it shouldn't matter what country's clothing he was wearing, just as long as he didn't look like a pirate.
"You look ridiculous Captain," a sailor joked as he stepped out onto the deck. Jones felt ridiculous, but it would have to do.
"Ever considered a comb Jones?" Smee called from the helm. Killian replied by running his hands through his hair and messing it up just that little bit more. He was clean shaven for the first time in a very long time, and he found it almost thrilling; to be in disguise. Even if the clothing was disgustingly fashioned.
"I'll be back late tonight. Don't do anything too crazy gents. Keep your dalliances on land, I don't want any whores stowing away on the ship." He gave a mock salute as he crossed the gangplank towards the port town.
It was easy enough to sneak in past the guard. They honestly weren't bothering to check anyone's names or invitations. Practically the entire country was filing into the Imperial City. If you didn't look dangerous, then you weren't. Of course, no one knew that Killian had several daggers stowed away on his person; just in case anyone did recognise him.
The ceremony was over pretty quickly. There were only around fifteen people to commemorate, and Shang was one of the last. Along with a girl named Mulan, who Jones was surprised to see gain a higher position than Shang. But even Killian had heard of her bravery in defeating the Northern Kingdom; she was one hell of a woman.
But Shang was his reason for being here. However, he was a little distracted when the young female warrior went off to meet her family and friends, a young girl ran at her, no older than fourteen with excitement hidden within her violet eyes. She hugged Mulan tightly, her long black hair flowing out behind her in reckless abandon.
Killian turned away as he felt the presence of someone behind him. "So Captain, you were brave enough to run straight into yoru enemy's hands."
"I could say the same for you," he commented as he spun around, "Captain Li Shang. A hero of Shayan."
The two old friends smiled as they embraced. "I'm glad you're still alive mate," Killian said.
"You took a great risk in coming here today Captain," Shang said warmly. "Thank you."
"Anything for an old friend," Killian replied. "But if you ever wanted to come back…"
Shang laughed, the joy of the day a little infectious. "I think my life's kind of set out now Captain Jones."
"There is a rather pretty warrior over there," Killian raised his eyebrows, zoning in on Mulan.
Again, Shang laughed, "Wrong team, Captain."
"Ah," he nodded in realisation before seeing someone he recognised over Shang's soldier. "Well, I just spotted King Florien and I am not sticking around for him to figure out that Lieutenant Jones suddenly decided to reappear."
"Come visit soon," Shang answered, holding out his hand. Killian took it in a handshake.
"Will do mate. Don't fight any more wars eh?"
Shang nodded as the pirate gave him a small smile and began to make his way through the crowds. Thankfully, he arrived back at his ship without any trouble. Most of the crew was probably in the tavern and he would join them, once he was out of the blasted noblemen's attire that was itching him.
Back in his usual black shirt and pants, he didn't bother with a vest. It was their last night in port and to be frank, he was hungry for something a little more than food. Killian threw his necklace back around his neck along with his silver earring before stepping off deck and following his men to the tavern.
Present Day
As Ella cleared up the food Hook had practically devoured, he looked up at her curiously. She was being particularly nice to him and it was something he wasn't used to seeing, especially not from her. Mind you, at least she wasn't acting bitchy like Tink-
"Hey Hart," Hook asked suddenly as she walked towards the door, picking up her bag with the tiara in it as she went; the compass safe in her pocket. "Where is Tink? Pan said something..."
"Yeah…" she looked uncomfortable with her hand on the door. "About that. Erm, Smee and I have kind of assumed that Pan has her. I was about to go check and see what I can do about it."
"Don't get caught," Hook warned. He would have gone with her, but his limited mobility probably meant he couldn't take more than five steps without falling over. Although, Ella was surprised. He seemed more preoccupied with her safety than Tink's. But as she left, she found it comforting that at least someone was looking out for her. And with that, she took Hook's longboat, and rowed back to the island for the first time.
14 Years Ago
Killian had the naked girl writhing beneath him as she cried out, "Captain! Oh, please. Please let me-" He chuckled as he buried his face in her quim once more and devoured her sweetness, her pleasure heightening as she finally came, clutching her hands at the sheets.
He kissed up her hip and across her stomach before latching his mouth on her right nipple, his hand squeezing roughly at her other breast as he deftly undid his pants one-handed. Killian pulled them down to his thighs, teasing the girl's entrance as she moaned at his ministrations.
"What do you want from me love?"
She seemed unable to speak for a moment but finally she pleaded, "Please."
"What's that?" A smirk graced his face as he waited for her voice to beg like her body was begging, bending into him and reaching for him urgently.
"Please fuck me Captain," she pleaded desperately, clutching at his shirt. He was still mostly clothed, but he thrust into her suddenly, a cry of mixed pain and pleasure echoing throughout the room. She met his hips time after time, hard and fast, speeding them both towards their release. She began to chant his name, breathlessly and Killian felt the familiar stirring. It was only a minute more before the girl was letting out incoherent high pitched cries as her orgasm hit her.
He came with a drawn out groan, spilling himself within her as she shook, clenching her fingers harshly in his shoulders. The moment she collapsed, utterly spent, Jones was already off the bed, retying his pants and pulling on his boots.
"Take me with you Captain," she begged as he grabbed his coat of the chair.
"Sorry love," he smirked, bending over the bed to press a light kiss to her cheek, his blue eyes flashing. "I don't do seconds."
Present Day
Pan could hear Tinkerbell swearing at him all the way down the path towards the campsite. When he reached the clearing he was frustrated, asking Felix immediately, "Poppy Dust? Chloroform? Your fucking mace would probably do the job. We need to shut her up. I never knew a fairy could be so loud; or have such a penchant for colourful language."
"I'll do it," Felix offered, moving to pick up his mace.
Pan rethought momentarily. Felix wasn't exactly known for his weakness, and if he went to knock the fairy out, she'd probably end up dead.
"Just leave her," Pan sighed. "She's not hurting anyone down here. Just…no one go up there for a while unless they want to go deaf."
"Sure Pan," Felix said with a nod, but not entirely wholeheartedly. Felix bit the inside of his cheek; his leader was going soft. And that boded ill. It was time to accelerate the plan.
"You need to send the shadow to fetch the girl."
"Already done Felix," Pan replied eyeing him with a smile. "Wendy Darling will be here tomorrow night."
14 Years Ago
"Who are you?" Killian Jones said with a raised eyebrow as he stepped onto his deck. It was long past midnight and half his crew had undoubtedly had fallen asleep in beds across the town. The rest would be below decks. "And why are you on my ship. It's bad luck to have women aboard. Did Elliot let you on? He's always been incredibly susceptible to a pretty face."
"Actually, they're all asleep," the woman said, her lithe limbs stepping forward towards the Captain. Underneath the moonlight, her blond hair almost glowed. "And you needn't worry about bad luck Captain. I'm not a woman."
"Your body gives you away darling." Killian was eyeing her up and down. And despite his discomfort at having a woman on board, he liked what he saw.
"I mean I'm not just a woman," she continued taking a step forward. "But I need transport to Veria, and it's pretty far away, so I can't fly there."
"Fly?" Killian was genuinely intrigued. But the girl simply sighed and shrugged her shoulders, delicate wings unfurling from her back. His eyes widened as he spotted them. Taking a few steps forward and circling her in curiosity, he reached for one of the four, running his hand along the smooth surface. She gave an involuntary shiver and Killian smirked.
"Well I suppose a fairy can't be that much bad luck," he began, eyeing her, "What's your name?"
"Tinkerbell," she answered quickly, her eyes lighting up hopefully. "So you'll take me with you then?"
"Of course Lady Bell," the pirate answered with a smirk. "But you should know I don't do these things for free."
"You are a pirate," Tinkerbell answered with a small smile as though that was expected, scampering across the deck lightly, her feet barely touching the ground. She turned and gave him a coy smile when she reached his doors, before opening them and slipping inside.
The trip to Veria was going to be fun indeed.