Killian Jones One Shots

After the Storm

I was nauseous as fuck but was proud of myself for having survived my first storm at sea without spewing the contents of my stomach all over the inside of Killian's cabin. Instead, I had spent my morning after the raging storm fixing up the cabin and putting his things back where they belonged. A ship in the middle of a storm was a lot like being on a roller coaster combined with 'dippity-doos', or rather, the small hills that when you floor your car over them, you catch momentary air before dropping back down. Did everyone call them 'dippity-doos'? I honestly had no clue, but that's what my grandmother called them when I was growing up and so that's how I referred to them. She had a lot of odd monikers for things, such as calling mopeds 'skeeters' and bacon on bread 'dinky-doos'. Where she had gotten such a vocabulary, I had no idea, but the names stuck.

The storm had been seen on the horizon, and while Killian had anticipated for it, the intensity of the storm had taken everyone by surprise. And for once, I had actually listened and done as he'd told me and stayed in the cabin. It was terrifying to be stuck in the dark and I had bumped my head on the table when I'd stumbled with a particularly large wave that had crashed into the Jolly. But I was proud of myself for staying. I mean, what kind of person would I be if I orbed home and left not only the man I loved, but the crew I considered family, behind to their fates? Nope. Not an option. I might have agreed to staying put because I wasn't nearly as experienced with this kind of thing as the crew, but I wasn't about to abandon any of them.

And since I wasn't able to pull my weight during the actual storm, I had taken it upon myself to clean up the destruction left behind. Killian's books had gone flying, as had just about everything else in our shared space. I'd already managed to clean up the broken glass and spilled rum from a fancy decanter that had shattered, and the spilled ink from his writing desk. The storm had left me jittery and having something to do helped calm my nerves.

At the sound of the hatch above being opened, I turned and saw Killian descending the ladder. He was soaked through and I once again found myself marvelling at how he could stand, much less move, in the heavy leather he wore. It had to be dragging on him with how wet he was, and while I always appreciated a wet Killian fresh from his shower, my heart ached for him. He was pale and there was a puddle quickly forming under his feet as he stood in one spot and began to strip. Exhaustion was plain on his features and his movements were stiff.

"Here, let me help," Stepping forward I nearly jumped as my bare toes hit the water at his feet before reaching out to help him shrug out of his duster. Killian's movements were slow and pained as he nodded his thanks and relieved me of the heavy leather. Just a moment of holding it had made my arms ache and I could only imagine what his felt like after an entire night of fighting at the helm while being pelted with icy water.

Oh, my poor, poor, wet bean of a pirate. The moment his duster was slung to drip over the back of a chair, Killian started shivering and my heart ached for him. Yeah, he was a grown ass man and more than capable of taking care of himself, but that didn't stop me from taking up a clean towel and saying, "You need to get out of those wet clothes so you can warm up..."

Again, he didn't say anything, but Killian did let me assist in pulling his shirt over his head and once he was out of his remaining clothes, I immediately went to towel dry his hair and the rest of him. With a tentative bite to my lip, I considered him for a moment.

"You know... it would probably be a good idea to remove your brace. It's soaked through." I knew it was a touchy subject and I wasn't trying to push Killian to do something he didn't want to. But I also knew he was stubborn as shit and leaving that brace on when it was soaking wet would only cause him discomfort and possibly even cause injury to his arm.

Killian brought his hand up and touched at the top of his brace before moving away from me. "It's fine."

"Hey." Reaching out, I took his hand and pulled him to a stop. "It's okay. All right? I know it's not something that you like to do. But there's no one here, it's just me."