Once Upon A Happy Beginning

Chapter Eleven: Killian's Rollercoaster

Killian

This meal has been a bloody rollercoaster. 

First, I'm going to be a father. I'm going to be a father! My heart swells every time I think of the little Swan or the little me growing inside Emma. My baby. I don't think I've ever been more glad I've never made a deal with the Crocodile – I think of the old me, in my harsh days of pirating and that I'd almost certainly gamble away my son or daughter in the mindset that I'd never have one. Now, I couldn't be gladder that I didn't. Thinking back to those days makes me think of her. Of Milah. That there was a time I thought that her death meant one thing, setting me on the path to revenge but now, for the last few years I've realised the truth. Her death brought me to Emma. If it wasn't for her death, I'd have died of old age already. I'd never have been to Neverland and then... and then I never would've met Emma. 

Sometimes, I just have to take a moment to look at the irony of the Crocodile's family. 

It's bloody hilarious how many times I've been screwed over by them to the extent that I thought I'd never know happiness again. First Pan. The Crocodile's father, though I didn't know then, and how he was the reason that I lost Liam. Losing Liam turned me into a pirate. 

Turning into a pirate brought me to Milah, and loving her drove the wedge between her and Rumplestiltskin. The coward he was back then. If he hadn't have lost Milah, there might never have been the strain between him and Baelfire. So much happened between the coward who shivered at my sword and the Dark One dagger, so much happened to Bae. Who was stuck with him because I stole the lad's mother. Then the bloody Crocodile came back for revenge and it cost me my hand and a lover which sent me on the quest for my own revenge. 

Back in terms of Rumplestiltskin's pain, (my second... no, third favourite topic: Emma and our baby. Rum. His undying misery... so long as nobody tells my wife about that...) Baelfire ran away and then eventually caught up with Emma's life and became Neal Cassidy. Bae/Neal met Emma. Emma met Neal/Bae. They have a son. The wooden man-child screwed up Swan's relationship with Bae and sent her to prison. Said son gets adopted by Regina and goes to live in Storybrooke. And guess bloody what – Regina said that the Crocodile helped her find Henry! 

Fast forward a bit and Emma breaks the curse because of Henry and ends up in Misthaven with me. Then skipping ahead, Pan decides to screw over another family and this time it's the Swan/Mills/Charming family. (Or my in-laws, that might actually be easier to work out.) That brings me back to Neverland with Emma which leads to Our Kiss. That one that makes me smile thinking of it. Even further down the line, when it's the Crocodile's selfishness and greed that spells Excalibur to steal my sacrifice that ended up bringing me back to life, to Emma, to our baby. It's Zeus' reward after defeating Hades of course, but I never would've done that if Emma hadn't chased me to the Underworld because she heard the cries of the Dark Ones that had supposedly died with me. 

Then even Fiona, the Black Fairy, the Crocodile's mother. She might have ruined my wedding, meant that Swan and I lost the first 6 days of married life but she's why we're here now. Alongside the Crocodile's map. She's the reason Emma and I are having such an incredible time now. If we were really being specific, if Emma and I had sex any other night, then this child wouldn't even be this child. It would be a child, ours, but not this one. 

The second part of my restaurant rollercoaster was the bumps and twists of the story of this other Captain and this other Swann. 

Emma seems to know them both quite well. Pirates of the Caribbean she called it. Their movies. Apparently Henry loves them and Captain Jack Sparrow is the logical one who got vexed by Elizabeth Swann (who loves William Turner, wherever the hell he is), because some other Captain staged a mutiny on Sparrow's ship and got them into a tight spot. The Black Pearl, Emma called it. Beautiful name, but not as impressive as The Jolly Roger. Apparently Sparrow was marooned and supposedly escaped in three days, which the lady admires but that's not actually what he did. This island was some paradise and the Captain lounged around drinking rum for ages. You're meant to be annoyed at that according to Emma, but really? These "Disney" people are strange. Anyway at some point it got to the stage that I heard them conversing about by the signage and the lass burnt all that rum and now they're here. She should've known – nothing good ever comes from wasting rum. Water on the other hand, totally useless unless it's the sea, and I don't trust the stuff so yes, waste the water. Not the rum. Never the rum. 

Rum. I need that now. A lot of it. A lot of rum and the safety of Emma's arms wrapped around my torso at night is what I need. 

Sorry... kind of a filler chapter... thought it'd be fun for just a chain of thought from Killian about all this. 

I think I might do a Jack/Elizabeth POV or maybe head back to Storybrooke for a bit. I'm not sure, but thank you for reading! <3