So, boredom at work (and the desire to write something happy) prompted me to write a follow up to my Captain Cobra ficlet from last night. Consider this a flash forward to happier times.
“Can I ask you something?”
Killian looks over to the boy (the young man really) and sees him leaning against the bow, his
eyes firmly on the sunset sinking swiftly below the horizon. Calm waters beneath
them for once a mirror of their lives, with Emma napping in the Captain’s Quarters
below, the only darkness to be found the quickly approaching night.
“Of course, what’s on your mind?”
Henry is still for a moment longer before he turns and makes
his way to Killian at the wheel, his time on the Jolly over these past months
earning him solid sea legs, no trace of uneasiness as he crosses the deck.
“Back in the Enchanted Forest, in that other reality did you…I
mean, who did you think I was when we met?”
Killian’s eyebrows shoot up at this query, not missing the
somewhat nervous and hopeful tone hidden beneath the question. He feels as
though he is tiptoeing on a precipice with the lad and determines that honesty
is the only real option in his response.
“At first, I thought you were bloody mad. When you told me
that I had taught you how to sail, however, I did begin to believe that perhaps
I was the one with the addled mind. It wasn’t until I met Emma and she spoke of
our…closeness in this reality, did
begin to wonder, hope really, that
perhaps….well, that you might have been my son. Alas, I died before any of my
questions were truly answered, but in that moment I believed that I was fighting
to protect my family.”
Henry steps a bit closer at that, his eyes going to the
marks made by Killian’s hook from when he had taught Baelfire to sail all those
years ago, the jagged lines that remain a solemn reminder of Killian’s first attempt
“I never really knew my Dad all that well. We never had
time. I miss him sometimes, but, more than that, I miss what we could have
“I know, lad. I miss him, too.”
Knowing the pain of an absent father too well, Killian wishes he could spare Henry of it, fill the empty space that remains somehow.
“I don’t want to miss my chance with you.”
Killian feels his heart clench at Henry’s words, his longing to
be a father to the lad surging in his chest at the softly spoken declaration.
“Henry, a life here with Emma and you is all I desire in this world. Your acceptance as part of
your family honors me more than you know, son.”
Hazel eyes meet blue and Killian feels the jagged pieces of his
long life begin to move into place. Henry
smiles somewhat shyly before shifting his focus back to the horizon. Killian
moves to his side, standing shoulder to shoulder (when did Henry get so tall?) as they watch the last of the
day fade into night.
“Son… I like that.”