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Chapter 5

Captain Killian “Hook” Jones refused a deal almost two decades ago, but time is creeping forward and he needs off the accursed island of Neverland. So when Pan comes to him with a chance to leave, he takes it; thinking he can outwit the demon child and stay one step ahead of the deal he had made. 

But deals do not work like that…

A What-If look at what might have been.

A feral post (unbeta'd) because I kind of forgot I was suppose to write this (oops) and I found it last night and just needed to share.

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The night had dragged on as Killian paced the length of sidewalk underneath the street lights, casting in and out of shadow as he waited impatiently for the headlights of a car which belonged to a stranger to pull down the small, quiet street. 

His footfall was silent against the pavement- you walk like a cat, Papa- while the slight treble of his hand as he kept hold of his mobile phone betrayed his nerves. The rumble of an engine disturbed the silence, his skin prickled with sweat as he watched through the dark, two pin pricks of lights turned onto his street. 

Killian’s heart caught in his throat. 

They were home. 

They were safe. 

They were both grounded for at least twenty years.  

A yellow Volkswagen Beetle pulled up at the curb, lights shutting off with the engine, the movement of three people inside causing his blood to rush erratically through his veins. 

The door on the driver side opened and a woman slid out, glowing golden hair wrapped in a leather jacket- Killian Jones, I imagine?- in the pool of of the overhead street light. 

“Emma Swan, thank you for bringing my children home,” his voice sounded rough even to his ears, and her gaze softened incrementally as a smirk pulled at the side of her mouth. 

“Well, they’re shrewd negotiators, I’ll give them that.” 

Killian narrowed his eyes, knowing far too well the levels of mischief his two children could get into, and stepped to the side of the car, hand on the handle, stooping as the door opened, reviewing the nervous, still smiling faces of Henry and Alice Jones. 

“Out,” his voice was quiet, a subtle shake of adrenaline which had been roaring through his blood for the better half of the day, “now.” 

They scrambled, climbing over each other to escape the confines of the car that wasn’t his, and stood, wide eyes looking up at him- are we in trouble, Papa?- as the worry and fear which choked his heart since finding their rooms deserted had finally started to recede. 

“Yes, you most certainly are. Inside, hop to it.” 

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Rating: Mature to start with, some later chapters will probably end up being explicit.

Warnings: Abduction, Ransom, Mortal Peril.

Summary: One night, in every corner of every magical realm, every boy aged nine to seventeen disappeared. Not one remained. That was when Pan made himself known to the realms, and from that night the eve of every boy’s ninth birthday meant their disappearance, until finally the realms demanded to know what he wanted to return their children to them. Pan told them he wanted the saviour, and while most realms were confused Snow and David knew what he meant and confessed the role their daughter was supposed to have played in breaking the curse. The realms voted and agreed to Pan’s terms, and Pan stopped taking the realms sons, holding the children he’d currently taken as insurance of their compliance. For the next fifteen years Emma’s birthday wasn’t a celebration, it was another tick on the countdown clock to the end of her freedom. Not that she was ever free in the first place, but to save every male child in the United Realms including her younger brother, Leo… She understood that she had a job to do, and she would do her duty with her head held high. What she didn’t count on was the sparkling blue eyes of the man Pan sends to escort her to Neverland in time for her twenty-first birthday.

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Read on AO3: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

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It was late, and the cabin was dark.

The door crept slowly open with barely a squeak of its well oiled hinges.

The footsteps on the wooden floorboards were barely audible over the swell of the sea around the hull.

The figure navigated around the sloppily discarded clothing and towards the bed where the blankets lay over a sleeping body.

Slowly, quietly, the figure drew a knife from the inside of its cloak, and surveyed the sleeping captain with curiosity.

He leaned over and brought the knife up under the captain’s chin, pointing the dutifully cared for blade at the pirate’s throat.

He would end this insanity once and for all, and he would do it now, while everyone else was asleep. And before anyone realised what had happened, it would all be over.