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365 Days of Captain Swan [Day 210]
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The Recreant - Part Four
Here’s the latest installment of my story which is going to delve deeper into the mystery and possible motive behind the attack - including the first little clue to the suspect.
From the beginning on Tumblr: Part One Part Two Part Three
Tuesday, 7:31am
After finding herself spending the night in an uncomfortable wooden armchair with no back support and little or no padding under her tailbone, Emma really hadn’t slept. She’d dozed off a couple of times out of sheer exhaustion, but every time either noise or a bustle of activity would stir her from her semi-conscious sleep state. It wasn’t that she was unappreciative of the fact Whale had allowed her to remain at Killian’s bedside (even if she had threatened him with bodily harm if he hadn’t. Well, not exactly…). Thankfully, the doctor had been rather understanding and even a bit more cooperative than she’d expected so she hadn’t needed to resort to threats – not that the thought wouldn’t have crossed her mind. In truth, she’d simply spent most of the night just watching her husband. Watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. Watching for any little flutter of his eyelids or twitch of a finger.
She hadn’t really expected anything since it had been less than twenty four hours since he was attacked. She knew that he’d wake when he was ready. Considering his history, this almost certainly wasn’t his first concussion and probably not his first skull fracture either. Hell, she’d even contributed to the toll a couple of times – a compass to the temple back in the Enchanted Forest and whatever object she’d struck him with in New York City. She couldn’t really remember what she’d picked up back then to strike him when he’d made his attempt to kill Rumplestiltskin in the lobby of Neal’s apartment building. Of course, back then he’d been a very different person and someone had to smack the smugness out of him. Well, at least his color looked somewhat better today – with the notable exception of the darkening bruises peeking from beneath the bandages on his face, but it had been a difficult road getting to this point.
There had been a few occasions during the night where his blood pressure would either spike or plummet to dangerous levels setting off a plethora of alarms on the machines that surrounded him, making his heart race or slow nearly to a stop. According to Whale, these nerve-wracking events weren’t unexpected and more occurrences would likely happen as his body fought through the trauma. He still had a long way to go to recover and there really wasn’t any way to judge how difficult that journey was going to be until he woke. Would he suffer any amnesia or lose motor function? Would he still be able to communicate? Whale had sent him for CT scans every three to four hours, but so far, he hadn’t appeared overly concerned with any of the test results or with the pattern of wavy lines that was being generated by the machine monitoring Killian’s brain activity.
And there had been some positive developments too. Thanks to Emma healing his fractured rib cage and damaged lung, he was able to breathe on his own again, so they’d removed the ventilator tube as well as the chest tube that had been protruding from his side to help restore his damaged lung. She wasn’t really sure how that would’ve worked, but she was pleased to see far less tubes and wires this morning than the previous night. Since she’d also healed the surgical incision and there was no longer a dressing to attend to on his torso, the nurses had dressed him in a more modest standard hospital gown on his last trip to Radiology – not that Killian would have been the least bit concerned about modesty. His poor face was still just a battered, bloody, black and blue mess though which disturbed her more each time she stared at it, but for now she’d leave it alone and see how it healed.
One development that she hadn’t expected though was to spot her mother and her teenaged son stepping out of the elevator on this early morning. Visiting hours in ICU didn’t start until 10am and were strictly limited to one person at a time so the perturbed expression on the duty nurse’s face was understandable and duly justified. Before there was a confrontation, Emma quickly stood up and hurried out into the corridor to intercept them, whispering a brief “It’s okay” to the nurse as she strode past the desk.
“What are you two doing here at this hour?” Emma demanded, looking straight into her mother’s face as she asked the question.
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat??? How could it be?!?!
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The Recreant - Part Three
Here’s the next chapter where Emma is finally back home so yes - this one brings on the angst. This also delves into the first of a couple of slightly controversial topics as the mystery that led to the attack deepens.
7:01pm
Situated on the third floor, Storybrooke Hospital’s tiny Intensive Care Unit was just steps away from the elevator. Designed for the care of no more than four patients needing special care and round the clock monitoring, the unit had its own dedicated nursing staff and even its own operating room. While it didn’t see a lot of traffic - even with the town’s isolation and often torrid developments - it was a necessity in a magical town where it wasn’t exactly possible to airlift patients to another facility. They’d had to adapt to take care of their own and currently, Killian was the only patient they were tending to. He’d come out of surgery only a few minutes earlier so the team was scurrying about, darting in and out of the doorway off to the left of the nurse’s station that was positioned in the middle of the floor, right in front of the elevator doors as they parted for Emma.
Her heart was heavy with uncertainty and she was both physically and mentally tired as she glanced around for Dr. Whale, tempted to poke her head into the room she knew her husband occupied, but she resisted – for now. She’d spoken to the doctor not fifteen minutes ago and he’d implored her to meet him as soon as possible, again not really getting into a lot of detail. Just the mention of the words “Intensive Care” gave her chills and she wasn’t feeling any less uneasy as she stood here now, slightly nauseated by the overwhelming scent of disinfectant in the air, even as she caught sight of Dr. Whale strolling toward her.
“Emma,” he greeted her while tugging off a pale blue surgical cap and tossing it into a bin labeled soiled linens. “Why don’t we talk over here?” He directed her toward an almost claustrophobic waiting room off to the right of the elevator which was spartanly furnished with only a battered black leather sofa and a scarred wooden armchair that appeared to have been borrowed from someone’s office (sometime back in the mid-1990’s maybe).
She nodded, moving slowly and apprehensively as she awaited Whale’s assessment of her husband’s injuries. She lowered herself onto the sofa and steeled her composure, finally looking up at Whale to make eye contact as he sat down in the chair across from her. If she hadn’t already been so upset, she might have been distracted by his ridiculous spiky platinum hair, but she fought to remind herself that she was here for his medical expertise, not for a fashion lecture.
“Okay,” she began, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for all that he would have to say. “You wouldn’t really tell me anything over the phone. I know this must be bad or you wouldn’t be so evasive.”
“I wasn’t intending to be evasive,” Whale replied sincerely. “I simply intended to have this conversation in person and in private.”
“Then be honest with me – how serious is this?” Her question was blunt, but that was not unexpected.
Awww... My poor baby <3 At least he got some healing in this chapter...
Also, I love the universal need in OUAT whump fics to come up with plausible reasons why Emma can’t just wave the injuries away. These reasons here sound totally plausible, but I still spent the whole chapter like, “I SEE YOU OVER THERE PROLONGING HIS RECOVERY” ... and I completely support and appreciate it XD
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The Recreant - Part Two
I had hoped to have this chapter up last week but a household of people with colds got in the way. I’ll try to get part 3 posted early if I can.
12:58pm
More than four and a half hours later, Killian’s condition was finally stabilized – at least for the time being. Whale had painstakingly pieced together what he could of the fractured section of the pirate’s rib cage then repaired the damage to his left lung to the best of his ability. The lung had collapsed from the trauma, but it would re-inflate over time. His spleen had been another story with portions of it damaged beyond repair from bone fragments so Whale had made the decision just to remove it, knowing it would cause few adverse effects later. It was better for him to live without it than run the risk of it slowly killing him with tiny hemorrhages.
The bleeding within his chest cavity was now under control, but his head injuries were going to require close monitoring over the next few hours. As the doctor had expected, the CT scans showed deep bruises and some minor swelling beneath his skull. So far, there was only a slight trace of intracranial bleeding, but there were definitely troublesome spots that bore watching. Whale had alerted the Radiology team that they’d need hourly scans and he was to be paged at the first sign of any anomaly. Whoever had accosted Killian in that alley hadn’t exactly been gentle and there was no doubt in his mind that this was going to get a lot worse before it got better.
Dr. Whale took a moment to check on his patient who’d just been moved out of recovery into Intensive Care, noting the work his surgical team had done to attend to Killian’s other, less life-threatening wounds. The deep slash across his face had been closed with sutures and covered lightly with gauze bandages. They’d also uncovered an injury that had gone previously unnoticed as it had been less obvious – his blunted left arm was fractured just above the welts in his skin where he fastened the leather prosthetic device that he utilized to attach his namesake hook. The location and severity of the break made it appear to be a defensive wound, but it hadn’t been discovered until they’d gone to remove the prosthetic and found the deep purple bruising beneath. Whale had instructed them to splint the fractured limb, but with Killian unconscious and facing a slow recovery, he wasn’t overly concerned about fully immobilizing the break with a cast. There were far more worrisome things to focus on.
He didn’t linger long in the room before heading to the nurse’s station with was conveniently and purposefully situated in the middle of the floor surrounded by the patient rooms. He’d begun giving some instructions and making some quick notes on Killian’s chart when he noticed David Nolan exiting the elevator, wondering if the Sheriff had been waiting around the hospital for the past few hours.
“Whale – just the man I need to see,” David stated as he saw the doctor standing next to the island-like desk in the middle of the floor.
“Sheriff,” Whale greeted him as David approached him. “I apologize for not acknowledging you earlier this morning. My attentions were otherwise occupied.”
“No apologies necessary. I expected you to have been focused on treating my son in law, but now I’ve got a few questions for you.”
...okay, guys! Great chapter here! See you all in two years for chapter 3! XD
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12 Nights of Whumpmas: Night 10
On the tenth night of Whunmpmas this whumper gave to thee…
Ten Head Shots Taking
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Tagging some fellow whumpers:
@killian-whump @lillpon @sherlockianwhovian @wyntereyez @cocohook38@artistic-writer @gusenitsaa @pirate-owl @straight-to-the-pain@quirkykayleetam @killianjonesownsmyheart1 @lfh1226-linda - If you’d like to be added (or removed) for the remaining night just let me know!
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12 Nights of Whumpmas: Night 6
On the sixth night of whumpmas this whumper gave to thee…
Six Hooks a flying
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Tagging some fellow whumpers:
@killian-whump @lillpon @sherlockianwhovian @wyntereyez @cocohook38@artistic-writer @gusenitsaa @pirate-owl @straight-to-the-pain@quirkykayleetam @killianjonesownsmyheart1 - If you’d like to be added (or removed) for the remaining night just let me know!
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Only a Little Superstitious - Chapter 22
Since I left this story on a huge cliffhanger earlier this week, I decided that since I already had this chapter written, I’d go ahead and give a double update! The sad part is that this story is now down to the final few chapters. I’m hoping to finish this tale by the end of 2018 and I really want to thank everyone who’s been following this story. I’m also remembering to tag @killian-whump and @hookaroo whom I realized I’d forgotten to tag on the last 2 updates. I apologize for the oversight and I know you’ll both enjoy this chapter! Now, enjoy the next installment!
Killian’s eyes may have been closed, but he wasn’t sleeping. He was conscious enough to have heard the crunching of gravel beneath a heavy boot and still savvy enough to recognize that the noise had originated from the opposite direction that Emma and Carlos had traveled. Someone was approaching and both he and Grandmother were essentially unarmed. He did have his hook at the ready, but in his fever-weakened state, it was hardly as useful as his cutlass or Emma’s pistol. He threw open his eyelids to spot his elder companion scanning the low brush and chaparral surrounding them, having heard the same noise and seeking its origin.
“Who’s there?” Grandmother demanded, her voice stern and unwavering.
“Well, what do we have here?” a deep voice responded, a taunting laugh resonating with his words. The speaker remained obscured by the scrub brush, but Killian already knew the voice. “Tough little, old Indian lady and an even older pirate who’s seen far better days?” Kronk mocked them as he stepped into view, ducking under the rock ledge to escape the torrential rain.
“How the bloody hell did you find us?” Killian asked, clinging to as much bravado as he could muster.
“I had to put a few things together after speaking to your lovely wife,” Kronk began as he shook some of the excess rainwater off of his clothing, showering Killian with the castoff droplets. “Your wife really shouldn’t have left that box behind in your hospital room… Seeing the Ranger’s name on the label made sense. I’d already figured that you’d had help getting off of that mountainside, but I had to think for a while about what you would have needed shipped to you from back home. Then, it finally dawned on me that somebody had figured out that the dagger was what opened up the portal which brought us all here. I took a wild guess that your wife might try to open up the portal again, this being the last day of the blood moon cycle after all, but there’s still the little matter of the missing piece. The dagger won’t work unless it’s whole so even though you somehow managed to find the right location on this mountain, she can’t open it. So, why don’t you just save me some time and tell me where Emma and that broken piece are so I can get the hell off of this mountain again.”
“I’m not telling you anything, Mate,” Killian spat back as Kronk took another step closer. “Emma’s not going to willingly hand anything over to you.”
“I don’t need you to tell me,” Kronk replied, shooting a wicked smirk towards Killian before setting his sights on Grandmother, taking another menacing step towards her. “I’ll bet I can get the Indian to talk…”
“I am a child of the Navajo Nation,” Grandmother stated defiantly. “My people are not from India.”
Kronk was pleasantly surprised by the old woman’s bold response, enough that he took his eye off of the pirate just long enough for Killian to concentrate all of his remaining strength into thrusting his leg out into Kronk’s path just as his opponent closed the distance between himself and Grandmother. The toe of Killian’s boot caught Kronk’s shin, enough to make him stumble, but not enough to bring down the burly man.
“Keep away from her!” Killian snarled, needing Kronk to back off long enough for Emma and Carlos to return. How long did it take to magically fuse a blade anyway?“
Finally catching up on this fun story!!! I missed a LOT of chapters with lots of good stuff in ‘em - hospitals and paralysis and curses and fevers and seizures and wheelchairs and all kinds of great stuff!
This one’s got another assault and some more grievous injuries, to boot! :D
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Deleted Scene from 6.08 I’ll Be Your Mirror
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Uninvited Company - Part Three
My apologies for getting this final installment of my @ouatwinterwhump tale out a tad later than planned. I was sidelined by a migraine Monday, but I was able to finish it up today and share the conclusion. We left off last week with Emma a hostage and a wounded Killian staring down a wolf. I nearly had to add a fourth part to this to fit everything in (including a little bonus that I threw in at the last minute - sorry Killian). For those following, I hope you’ve enjoyed the pains inflicted on our favorite pirate. Once again, thanks to the creators of this fun event and to @the-whumpy-fangirl for providing her beta assistance.
Hands still cuffed in front of her, Emma faced an awkward challenge rolling up the bright blue tarp as swiftly as her captor would have liked. Answering a question too slowly or not completing a task fast enough earned her a none-too-gentle shove, but so far, the stranger had refrained from actually striking her, although she doubted that courtesy would last much longer. This guy was more agitated now than he’d been when they first encountered him, eager to get moving on his trek towards the Canadian border - one she had no desire to make. She didn’t want to venture north because that would take her further from the town line. Further from magic and most importantly, further from the wounded husband she’d been forced to leave behind.
Surprisingly, the stranger hadn’t taken her phone. He must have somehow been aware that there was no service this deep into the forest so he wasn’t worried about her attempting to call for help. Her brain kept toying with thoughts as to whether the GPS locator inside the device would still work if there was no tower for it to communicate with, but on the off-chance that it did function, maybe someone would be able to find her. Maybe her father, being the often overprotective dad that he was, would become worried when they didn’t return by dusk and start a search party? Obviously, it would be better if her message miraculously made it through so David would know they were in trouble, but she couldn’t count on that happening.
After the campsite was cleared and all traces of human habitation covered up with dirt or vegetation, they embarked on the journey north once again, following a gravel utility service road. Emma knew that it was at least another hundred miles or so to the border but her captor definitely wasn’t equipped to make it that far. He had little water and scarcely enough food for one person, let alone two. There was no logical way they’d manage the several days it would take to reach the destination on foot. He’d been paranoid about cops finding him so there must already be law enforcement out hunting for him. Might there be some way she could convince him to head back to her car? Maybe convince him to drive to the border instead of facing days trying to hike it? This guy wasn’t from Storybrooke. He had no idea of how badly she’d magically kick his ass the moment she stepped across that town line. She just had to make him trust her but that would be a difficult task being law enforcement and all…
The sooner she could deal with this unexpected, homicidal third wheel, the sooner she could get back to Killian. She could only imagine how her pirate was faring… Had he regained consciousness yet? Was he getting cold? Blood loss could make you feel colder and all he had was that ratty old blanket stuffed in the backpack. Would he even remember it was there? If the forest canopy hadn’t been so thick, she’d half expected to see carrion birds circling above the trees. Killian was alone, bleeding and probably still unconscious in a wilderness full of predators and the mere thought of his situation was conjuring up disturbing images she didn’t dare contemplate… Were there bears in these woods? Mountain lions? Another pissed off wraith?
She and her unwanted companion had traveled maybe two miles from the campsite when her alert ears picked up a distant popping sound. It was faint, but it was also unmistakable - another gunshot.
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Uninvited Company - Part Two
I got home a little bit later than planned tonight after work, but I still wanted to get Part Two of my @ouatwinterwhump story posted this evening. We pick up with Emma and Killian trying to escape whoever had shot him, but since this is a whump tale, we can’t expect things to go well, can we? Well, depending on your POV…
Thanks again to the creators of this events and to @the-whumpy-fangirl for her beta services!
A few miles away, David lounged a bit too comfortably behind Emma’s desk at the Sheriff’s station, thumbing through a pile of bulletins that had arrived by fax that morning. Emma had tossed them into a basket next to the fax machine, typically ignoring most of these daily briefs as it would be a rare occasion for any of the criminals profiled to cross into Storybrooke. Being a slow afternoon, David’s boredom had gotten the best of him so, in search of something to entertain him besides another round of Solitaire on the computer, he’d grabbed the pile and leaned back in Emma’s chair to gloss over the normally disposable bulletins. Multiple Be On the Lookout or BOLO alerts from neighboring cities and states had arrived, profiling various criminals sought for a multitude of different crimes.
David made himself comfortable, propping his feet on the desktop as he perused the alerts, purely for entertainment purposes. All of these would be routine for law enforcement officials in other cities, but most of those locales weren’t protected by magical cloaking spell. What were the odds of another stranger getting past the town line?
For some reason though, one of the BOLOs caught his eye. Maybe it was something about the nature of the crime: a killer from Boston on the run after murdering two people during a botched home invasion who had also wounded the officer who’d responded to the 911 call. The suspect’s vague description was provided, but there was no name or photograph attached, just the caveat warning that the suspect was presumed armed and extremely dangerous. Officials in Boston suspected that he was likely headed north, possibly attempting to cross illegally into Canada somewhere along the northern Maine border.
While Storybrooke did lie somewhere along the route from Boston to the Canadian border, David didn’t think much of it. Only a handful of outsiders had managed to cross over their hidden town line, even with the magical barrier protecting the town weakening over the years. You still had to either know where to look or be incredibly lucky to stumble in by accident but either way, the town was so isolated from the major highways that the possibility was highly unlikely.
Still, he couldn’t shake the details of that particular BOLO. They’d certainly dealt with their share of villains here in Storybrooke, many of them stone cold killers, but he didn’t even want to think about this kind of evil from the outside world inadvertently crossing into their lives. Did they have enough magical protection or would magic prove ineffective against such evil? He certainly hoped they’d never have to find out.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeee more fun <3
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Jennifer Morrison as Emma Swan in Once Upon a Time 3x01
Emma dives into the raging waters of Neverland in order to force her friends and family to work together instead of fighting (which is what’s causing the magical maelstrom). However, once she’s in the water, a pulley rips loose from the ship’s rigging and follows her into the water - knocking her unconscious. David dives in to save her, and the group pulls her aboard, where she finally coughs up water and comes around. “I told you,” she says as the storm around them clears.
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Clear and Present Danger (2/16)
Summary: Homicide detective Killian Jones has been searching for a way to bring Milah’s murderer to justice. There’s only one small problem: Robert Gold is the captain of the same homicide division. Enter Emma Swan, Internal Affairs investigator, looking into Gold’s shady dealings. Between the two of them, can they unravel the web of deals and lies that have gotten Gold to where he is?
Rated: T, for violence, some dark themes, angst, and whump (you expected different?
TW: character death, mention of past self-harm, fatal car accident, school hostage situation
Other ships: mentions past Millian in a good light, Outlaw Queen, Snowing
Art credit/link: The totally awesome @cocohook38 made the cover you can see above and on her blog here. Later in the story, she’s illustrated some key points to the fic and I can’t thank her enough for her work! Go show her some love!
Beta reader: @gusenitsaa took on this monster without probably knowing exactly what she was getting into (what do you mean 100,000 words?!) and any mistakes that you find are probably me being stubborn and ignoring her advice! Thank you!
A/N: Written as part of the 2018 Captain Swan Big Bang Challenge. You can catch up with all the other fics that are complete by following @captainswanbigbang and/or subscribing to the Group Collection on AO3 and/or the C2 on FFN. This is complete in 16 parts and will be posted every Sunday from now until its completion.
Take it away, It’s going to be a bumpy ride.
Word count: ~ 6,300 (100k Total in 16 chapters)
CHAPTER TWO: RICO
Killian was going to make sure his brother died a horribly tragic death. Liam wouldn’t stop trying to shove pills down his throat and scowling disapprovingly every time his younger brother tried to so much as stand on tiptoes to put away a cereal box. He loved Liam; he did. And there was no one he’d have rather had sitting by his bedside when he woke up in the hospital. But it had been a very long two weeks and the doctor had finally cleared him for light activity and Liam was still mother henning.
And they’d missed a perfectly good sailing trip the weekend before because Liam had deemed him too much of an invalid to risk the surf. It was already September; they didn’t have many weekends left to sail. If any.
Killian sighed. He hadn’t been much better when Liam had finally been released from the hospital after… Killian bit those memories off before they could drag him down again. Liam was fine; he may not be able to pass fitness tests and firearms proficiency exams any longer, but he was whole and mostly happy working as a private investigator and being a general nuisance to Killian’s plans to accelerate his recovery.
He had to get back to work. Soon.
Sighing for what seemed the thousandth time, Killian flipped back to the front of the file he’d amassed on Gold, looking again for anything he might have missed in the dozens, hundreds, thousands of times he’d read through it already.
“Killian, I made some lunch. Did you want any… are you okay?” Liam came in the room and sat down beside him on the couch, ducking down until he could look in Killian’s eyes. “Do you need more-”
“No! Liam, I am fine!” he shouted, dragging his fingers through his hair and pulling until the dull headache behind his eyes blossomed back into a full-blown migraine.
Liam started to get up. “I’ll just leave you to it then, aye?”
“I’m sorry,” Killian apologized quickly, his hand darting out to Liam’s knee, keeping him in place on the couch. “I didn’t mean to snap.”
It was Liam’s turn to sigh. “I know you’re frustrated, little brother. I get it. Truly. But-”
“I know that, Liam. I know you get it. I’m sorry.” Killian looked up apologetically, seeing a now familiar melancholy just below the surface in Liam’s eyes. He knew his brother would never admit to it, but being sidelined had affected Liam far more than he insisted.
“What are you looking at?” Liam peered over his shoulder, trying to see the evidence report.
Killian handed it to him in resignation. “What else?”
“Oh, Killian,” Liam murmured, flipping through the file with a practiced eye. “I thought you had moved on from-”
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Clear and Present Danger (1/16)
Summary: Homicide detective Killian Jones has been searching for a way to bring Milah’s murderer to justice. There’s only one small problem: Robert Gold is the captain of the same homicide division. Enter Emma Swan, Internal Affairs investigator, looking into Gold’s shady dealings. Between the two of them, can they unravel the web of deals and lies that have gotten Gold to where he is?
Rated: T, for violence, some dark themes, angst, and whump (you expected different?
TW: character death, mention of past self-harm, fatal car accident, school hostage situation
Other ships: mentions past Millian in a good light, Outlaw Queen, Snowing
Art credit/link: The totally awesome @cocohook38 made the cover you can see above and on her blog here. Later in the story, she’s illustrated some key points to the fic and I can’t thank her enough for her work! Go show her some love!
Beta reader: @gusenitsaa took on this monster without probably knowing exactly what she was getting into (what do you mean 100,000 words?!) and any mistakes that you find are probably me being stubborn and ignoring her advice! Thank you!
A/N: Written as part of the 2018 Captain Swan Big Bang Challenge. You can catch up with all the other fics that are complete by following @captainswanbigbang and/or subscribing to the Group Collection on AO3 and/or the C2 on FFN. This is complete in 16 parts and will be posted every Sunday from now until its completion.
Take it away, It’s going to be a bumpy ride.
Word count: ~ 6,250 (100k Total in 16 chapters)
CHAPTER ONE: Aggravated Assault and Battery
He bloody well should have known better.
Also, Swan was going to kill him - if she managed to figure out where the bastard was hiding him in time.
But mostly that first one.
Killian should have waited for her. They were supposed to be working together. He didn’t like her sticking her neck out while he hid on the sidelines biding his time, but she was the Internal Affairs Investigator, not him. And, she’d assured him while he scoffed his dislike at sitting on his hands, they’d get better results - better evidence - if he could fly under the radar. With all of the bad history between him and her suspect, Emma had wanted him to remain as anonymous as possible.
Not quite so anonymous, after all. You’re a bloody idiot, Jones.
He didn’t even know when it had all gone so wrong. He’d thought they were careful to keep him out of it, leaving him as Swan’s eyes and ears in the department. Then, he’d gotten a lead on a deal with the man behind the curtain, the bastard orchestrating this whole thing. It was a lead that, looking back, he should have realized was being handed to him on a golden platter.
He should have waited for Swan.
But while patience was a virtue that Killian took pride in, it had been nearly two years of false trails and dead ends and he hadn’t wanted to waste any more of Swan’s time until he knew for sure. Not to mention, he didn’t want to risk her if he didn’t have to.
So of course it had been a bloody trap. He could see now that it was designed to lure Emma and whomever she was working with (assuming that they didn’t know it was him already) into making just this mistake.
And he’d leapt in with both feet like a goddamned rookie.
Liam would have his head.
Killian roughly shoved away any thoughts of his brother when he heard the creak of the warehouse door being lifted again. He prayed to anyone, anything who would listen that it was Swan or Locksley or even some teenagers breaking into the old building to do who-knew-what.
It wasn’t.
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