A friend in need
This day had not been going well for Killian. Six weeks of peace was finally broken- not for the entire town for no big bad’s had shown up, but it had all gone wrong for Killian. Emma and Henry had been his everything, but Emma had decided that it was to stop. Their relationship, his friendship with Henry and David, all to stop- all because of him making that deal with the Dark One.
The argument that had brought it on was very long and very one sided- mainly just Emma shouting at him and him trying to keep it quiet, but to no avail she wanted him, the pirate who, in her mind, always lied and should be thrown across the town line knowing full well that anybody who crossed over the line could never return to Storybrooke. Killian didn’t put up a fight (much to the surprise of David) for he believed that he deserved every verbal beating he got. He believed with all his heart that he was a villain, and that he would never be enough for Emma. He had always known deep down that he hadn’t deserved her; so why did he keep trying? His heart had already gotten him into enough trouble as it stood, with Liam, Milah, Baelfire, and now Emma too. Once Emma had said what she had wanted to say, the reality of their argument sank in. He was never allowed to see or talk to Henry again, he was only allowed to work with David if it was completely necessary and there was nobody else who could do it, and worst of all- Emma never wanted to see him again. His heart felt heavy in his chest, just like when Emma had placed it back in, but only now it was the wrong kind of weight, the pain that demanded to be felt.
Although the weather was normal for one this early in January; cold, miserable and lonely- reflective of his mood really. His mind mulled over the words his love had said to him. You’re nothing but a filthy lying pirate! Never go near my son again! I never want to see your face again. He had done so much to change for her and her family, he had followed her across realms and time, was trying to get used to her world whilst trying to protect them from those who would challenge the peace. But it wasn’t enough- it would never be enough for them, for in their eyes he would always be the good for nothing pirate who only cared about himself. And he wanted more than anything to try and turn back but he knew in his heart that he had changed too much to go back to piracy. He had seen his heart- it was bright red, so much purer than he could ever imagined.
So he planned. He planned to re-enact something he had done so many years before- something that made him far from human in the eyes of his brother. Never in three hundred years had he thought to try it again, to see if it would last, and to put him at peace with the world. And holding it in his hands once more, complete with the thirteen ties and his mother’s necklace; a cruel reminder that his family were all long gone. But this time? This time he would succeed and he could finally join them after three hundred years of being alone.
After Emma’s rather unexpected outburst at Hook, he had been determined to find him. But to the prince’s surprise, he was in none of his usual haunts, meaning he wasn’t at the white rabbit, he wasn’t at his room at Granny’s, and he wasn’t down the port either. The only thing that had worried him was that all his stuff was gone from Granny’s, the room left meticulously tidy and the key back behind the desk. But why would he give up his room if only to return to it later? Or maybe he had taken up Robin’s offer and gone to stay over in the merry men’s camp. He barely noticed Belle running up to him because he was so deep in thought, although she more or less ran into him snapping him straight out of it.
“How can I help you Belle?”
“We have to go to the woods and find Killian right now”
“Wait… how do you know that he’s missing… and the woods...”
“Look I’ll explain what I can on the way there but we have to hurry. And you may want to call an ambulance for on case we’re too late.” Fearing for Killian’s life he did as Belle said, but when her words finally came out, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“So what, this book turns up out of nowhere on the shelf you were stacking, holding a letter written by Killian’s brother saying that what he could possibly be preparing for right now has happened before?”
“Yeah although last time Killian had some sort of guardian angel watching over him. Now all he has is us” The rest of the drive was spent in an uncomfortable silence, but it was one that shouldn’t be broken, for all their minds could think of was what would be waiting for them when they got to the woods.
The camp was unusually quiet that day, with most of the men going to the white rabbit to have a few and to watch the soccer match that would be playing on the television. He thought back to the amazing night he had spent playing poker and drinking with David and Killian, laughter filled that memory till it was full from all the shenanigans that occurred that night. A small smile crept across his face, relishing one of the happy memories which he had gained in just a few short weeks.
“Robin?” Regina called, snapping him out of one happy memory and into reality, a reality which all of a sudden, felt very wrong. “Can you feel it too? The feeling that something is really really wrong right now?” She questioned, an uncertainty resting in her voice that had never been there before.
Robin stood there, half about to answer the question, when his hunter senses kicked in. He knew right there and then where he had to go. And he knew it was to save one of the few men he could safely say was his friend but not a merry man. He had to save Killian Jones.
Both parties arrived at exactly the same time, just as Killian was jumping from the branch with the rope securely around his neck. Both Robin and David shot the rope, but it didn’t cut until all Killian’s weight was resting on it, joined by a resounding snap from his neck.
The next few moments went by in slow motion, from running over to their unconscious companion, to the paramedics rushing him to hospital in the back of the ambulance. The contortion in his neck just lying there in proof- proof that they may not have been in time to save their friend from himself. But when the surgery went underway, time slowed down to the point where three hours felt like three years. The silence between friends was broken by Dr Whale calling them down to the room which Killian had been moved to.
It was bare apart from the machines that lined the walls, with a lifeless body in the centre of the room. Had it not been for Killian’s rather obvious stump for a left arm, you would have never guessed that it was him, for he was generally very good at avoiding the hospital at all costs (the last time he had been to the hospital was when he was hit by a car. How long ago that was. Regina was the first to enter the room, for she had been standing right next to Robin when he shot his crossbow in an attempt to cut his friend down. She was closely followed by Belle, who had an important letter that was addressed to Killian from his brother that he was supposed to get three hundred years ago when Liam died, but he never got the message.