I finally found some time to start the sequel! I hadn't had a lot of free time to be creative since I just started a new job, but I FINALLY had an afternoon to myself and decided to head to the library so I could concentrate. I hope you guys will enjoy this as much as The Sparrow :)
Also...New episode on Sunday! My baby Killy comes back! It is so cruel of them to have those hiatuses, I swear. I was a sorry excuse for a woman without him on my TV screen all these weeks haha
Hopefully my followers from The Sparrow will find this sequel and perhaps I'll gain a few new readers!
Read and review, it makes me do a happy dance in my computer chair ;)
I never thought I'd return to Neverland as soon as I was. And, it certainly wouldn't have been under these circumstances if I had a say in the matter, but here I was packing a duffel bag and readying for a journey back. My assistant, Paul, had found the mirror and had managed to find himself on the other side of it, a portal which led to Neverland.
"Love, sit down...I'll finish packing for you." Killian said softly, taking into consideration the fact that I had recently suffered a concussion at the hands of Rumpelstiltskin and was moving too frantically for his liking.
I sighed as I relented to his wishes and took a seat on our bed.
"Your parents will be back soon...are you sure it's wise to bring them along, darling? This outing may take a dangerous turn..." He asked, his bright blue eyes looking into mine as he crouched down a bit so that our faces were level.
"I feel like we have no other choice. We just told them everything. If we leave now and let them simmer in their thoughts...it's gonna drive them insane. Why not just let them see for themselves? My father might even be of some help...he's a war veteran, he knows how to fight if he has to." I shrugged.
"Yea, while your mum yells at him for getting his blood pressure up?" Killian half chuckled. In response, I gave him a look that told him to leave the subject alone.
My parents were coming and that was final.
Killian sighed and straightened, returning to the task of packing my bag. He went into the far right corner of my closet and pulled out the outfit I had returned from Neverland in, what I had playfully regarded then as my "pirate costume".
"This may be more suitable attire, darling." He smirked as he tossed everything onto the bed beside me.
"You just want to see me in this damn leather corset again...you better have packed a bra for me or so help me God..." I replied, shaking my head as I looked at the leather pants, jacket and corset.
"Oh, goody! I found your boots, too!" Killian chuckled, tossing the boots out of the closet and into the bedroom too.
"While you're at it, get my sword and scabbard." I sighed as I began to undress and put the items on.
"Busy, wait just a tick..." He replied.
As I dressed, I worried about all the trouble Paul was getting into in Neverland. He probably smart-mouthed a mermaid and was hundreds of miles below the shore by now. Or perhaps he ran into a pixie who decided to turn him in a tree! Anything was possible and that's what was so unsettling.
"There's my pirate lass." Killian said softly from behind me, his tone a little huskier than a moment ago when he was teasing me.
Apparently, leather was a good look for me.
I smiled and turned around to find him in full Captain attire. Sword hanging from his waist. All black. Looking as dashing as the day I met him...only this time, he had both hands.
"Do we still call you Hook or...?" I asked softly, reaching down and grabbing his left hand, the one that had been magically returned to him upon Rumpelstiltskin's death.
"On my ship, Captain will suffice. But, you know that you may call me what you wish." He said gently as he lowered his head downward to kiss me, his soft lips pressing to mine tenderly.
"I'll save 'Captain' for the bedroom." I whispered against his lips and he smiled against my mouth, ready to dive in again but just as he did, we heard the sound of my father clearing his throat.
"Ahem!" Dad let out loudly from the doorway. I blushed before I placed my hands on Killian's chest and pushed him gently away, his eyes giving me a look that promised that we would continue soon.
"Hey, Dad..." I smiled sitting back down on the bed to slide my boots on, lacing them carefully.
Dad walked up to Killian curiously and inspected his get-up, mumbling something about "Captain Hook" and "Fucking pirate..." before he came over to me.
"Is mom ready? You guys made it back fast." I replied.
"Mom is bringing her bag in. Listen, kiddo...your mom told me not to, but I packed a few guns and ammo...it can't hurt, right?" He asked.
"Bloody brilliant, Phil!" Killian exclaimed with a smile from in front of us. Dad shot him a glare and Killian sucked in his bottom lip. That's when the pissing contest began.
"I see you have your weapon at hand, Captain." Dad said as he motioned to Killian's sword with his hand.
"At hand, eh? Is that supposed to be a funny little Captain Hook quip, mate?" Killian challenged.
"Oh, don't you give me this "mate" crap, pirate." Dad replied, standing up and Killian stepping closer, puffing out his chest like a jock at a pep rally.
"While you're busy reloading, I'll have killed 10 men. I could give you a quick lesson...perhaps you're as quick a study as my fiance'." Killian replied.
My eyes widened in horror as I sucked in a quick breath. Had he just told my father that we were engaged?!
Worst timing ever, pirate...
"Fiance'? No daughter of mine is going to marry a lying pirate!" Dad exploded, the two men now standing nose to nose.
"Well that's a good thing then, considering she prefers to be the one lying down, mate." He replied through gritted teeth. That set my Dad off and suddenly the two were grappling on the carpet.
"Stop it! You both are being so stupid!" I yelled as I stood up and rushed to tear them away from one another, my hand firmly on the collar of Killian's leather jacket as it took all my strength to haul him away.
"He's not good enough for you, Cyndi!" Dad exclaimed as he collected himself, sitting up and nursing the bloody lip Killian had just given him.
"Dad, he was good enough for me the other day when you didn't know he was Captain Hook. Give me a break." I chided, to which Killian smiled smugly behind me with his arms folded over his chest. He was acting like a little boy!
"And you..." I said as I turned around, the smile leaving my pirates face as I pointed at him accusingly.
"...better calm the fuck down before I make you sleep on the deck tonight." I said, jabbing my finger into his chest firmly. Killian nodded but mumbled something under his breath about how no one should tell him where to sleep on his own "bloody" ship.
Suddenly, my mother came into the room with a big smile.
"I packed cookies for the trip!" She exclaimed as we all looked at her as if she were crazy.
"What'd I miss?" She asked innocently as I chuckled and continued to get ready and prayed to God that the rest of the trip wouldn't continue as it had started.