Lost and Found - A Killian Jones and OC story

Chapter Five - Found

I got back on my bike and rode into Storybrooke until I got to the village centre. I stopped at a bar and got off my bike again. I took off my helmet and shook out my hair before looking at the bar’s entrance. My hair was still long, but shorter than it was back when I didn’t know what I was. I closed my eyes for a while, feeling the atmosphere around me. Killian was close. He would be coming to this bar very soon. I went inside and scanned the area before sitting at the bar.

“Whiskey please,” I said to the bartender. 

“Sure thing sweetheart,” he replied with a lecherous grin. I paid him no mind and when I got my drink, I turned in my seat to scan the faces there. I fiddled with my ring before downing my whiskey. 

“Another one.” I knew the bartender was eyeing me up the whole time but he set down another glass of my ordered drink anyway. I didn’t have to wait long. I felt Killian’s presence before he came inside. I turned back to the bar and downed my drink again. I ordered another one.

“Jeez lady, I hope you know what you’re doing drinking like that...” he said before hesitantly refilling my glass. I glared at him and gulped down the whiskey again. I motioned for him to refill it. 

“Just leave the bottle,” I said. He furrowed his eyebrows together before shrugging and doing as I asked. I took the bottle and refilled my own glass.

“Hard day?” asked a very familiar voice which sounded so tired. I felt shivers run down my spine. I hadn’t heard that voice in so long. I didn’t turn around to face him.

“Hard years, is a more appropriate term,” I replied, “What about you?”

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Killian had just left Henry with Emma after she’d spoken to her parents. He sighed and decided a drink would do him good. He cared about Emma and he felt sorry that she had to remember everything they’d been through all because of a new curse afflicting her parents and their friends from the Enchanted Forest. 

He made his way to the only bar there was in the village and went in. He noticed a woman sitting at the bar who had just ordered the bar tender to leave a bottle of whiskey. She had downed two glasses by the time he had sat down next to her, to her left. She seemed somewhat familiar but he couldn’t quite place her. Then again he didn’t really see much of her face what with her hair covering most of it. 

“Hard day?” he asked sympathetically. 

“Hard years, is a more appropriate term. What about you?” she replied. Even her voice was somewhat familiar to him. She never looked at him though. He laughed tiredly. 

“Indeed,” he agreed. 

“Want to share?” she asked, pointing slightly at the bottle but never looking at him. 

“Why not?” he replied and motioned to the bartender to bring him a glass. He took the bottle and filled his glass as well as hers. 

“To better days,” he said bitterly, lifting the glass to her. This time she turned slowly and clinked his glass with hers in her left hand. The first thing he noticed was the ring. He instantly grabbed her hand roughly, spilling her drink over the bar.

“Where did you get this?” he hissed before looking up at her face which was now fully turned to him.

“You gave it me, Killian,” she replied in a whisper. Her face was full of mixed emotions. 

He just stared at her for a few seconds before he slammed some money on the bar and pulled her outside quickly. As soon as they were in a deserted alleyway, he narrowed his eyes at her and pinned her to the wall.

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“Who are you?!” he demanded in a low voice. My eyes went wide before softening. Of course he would react this way. He probably thought I was dead. 

“I know this seems crazy but I can explain everything, if you’ll let me...” I replied patiently. I could see the confusion, and the conflict, in his eyes but he eased his grip on me. 

“Come with me,” he said as he pulled me towards what looked like a bed and breakfast called Granny’s. We went into one of the rooms and he only let go of me to lock the door behind him. 

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Killian didn’t really know what to think. Was this really Karla or some impostor sent to torture and mock him? He was afraid to let her go in case she was really Karla. But how could it be possible. She was human, from this world and surely she should be long dead by now! He only let her go once they were in his rented room. He locked the door behind them and didn’t turn around before he’d calmed himself down somewhat. 

“Start talking,” he said quietly before he turned round to face her. 

She turned round and walked to the window. Looking out through it, she sighed. 

“It really is me Killian. I’ve been searching for you ever since I was told you were presumed dead. I knew otherwise though. I would have felt it had you really died.”

Killian just stared at her back, just as confused as before, “How is it you’re still alive after all this time? It’s not possible!”

“You of all people should know anything is possible. Sometime after they'd declared you missing, presumed dead, I ran to my mother’s grave and she appeared to me. She gave me the shock of my life when she told me she wasn’t human and that she was only dead because she got nicked by the Dreamshade. She was an elf...which makes me half-elven...” she explained before turning round to face Killian. 

Killian could see no deceit in her eyes but he was still perplexed by what she was telling him. 

“What does that even mean?” he asked. She walked closer to him and took his hand (and hook) in hers. He looked back into her eyes. She was smiling sadly.

“Believe me Killian, I was just as confused as you are right now when I found out myself. But it’s all true,” she said desperately as her hands reached for his face as they had all those years ago before he left her. 

“Being half-elven means I will never age and that I’m immortal...that is why I’m standing here right now, as I was the last time you’ve seen me.” 

Killian couldn’t believe what he was hearing and yet he should believe it, after all he’d been through and all he’d seen. For there he was too, looking as he did the last time he’d seen her. He’d defied age and death, why not her... He reached for her face and caressed it ever so softly as he gazed into her eyes. He let her go and paced around the room a bit, trying to get his head around the idea. 

“Killian,” she whispered. He looked back at her, running his only hand through his hair and he decided ‘to hell with it all!’ He pulled her to his body and kissed her fiercely. He felt everything he’d felt for her when he’d first kissed her. She was his only reason for living and everything started making sense again. It was truly her! He felt his spirit soar at the thought. He tightened his hold on her. He was never letting her go again.

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A/N - Thanks so much for reading. This was the last chapter - I hope you liked my story. Please do leave feedback and Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate it! :)