I Shot The Sheriff

[Killian Jones]

Tag: David Nolan
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It's Always Nice

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K
illian wasn't sure what was happening. It felt as if his heart was ripped from his chest all over again because his actions were not his own. He had no control over what was happening right now. He couldn't stop himself. He couldn't do anything else other than powerlessly follow what some voice in his head was telling him to do. One may consider it insanity . . . but in this town, it was magic. He even knew he was cast under some sort of spell that was making him a vessel to do someone else's bidding. And that someone, didn't seem to have fond feelings toward David Nolan. Hook made his way to the Sheriff station, knowing that the co-Sheriff was there, and at this late hour, he was most likely by himself. Hook entered the building, somehow knowing magic that allowed him to seal the door, preventing anyone from going in or coming out. But . . . it was not his spell.

None of this was his own doing, yet, he could not stop himself. He had a gun tucked in the back of his pants as he made his way to the office area. The desks were there, empty. The holding cell, empty. Charming stood there, making himself an all too easy target. Hook looked at him, his eyes void of any emotion whatsoever. He proceeded to pull out the gun. There was a slight tremble in his hand, as if he was trying to fight whatever was compelling him to do this. He aimed the gun directly at David. No no. He didn't want to do this. What was happening. This was Emma's father. This was someone who had finally accepted him. Someone who was a father, husband, friend. And yet, he couldn't stop himself. For within seconds, a loud bang filled the empty station, echoing aganst the walls, as the bullet peirced David Nolan's chest.

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[David Nolan]

The recent events were more than concerning to basically everyone with half a heart. People reported suddenly feeling like a passenger in their own body. They could no longer control what they were doing, despite begging and screaming in their heads to stop. They tried so much to fight it, yet usually it seemed like they were failing. Nobody could fight it yet, resulting in a few new graves at the graveyard and new clients for Archie. At least they still had him. David dreaded the moment he would become the target. 

He was still in the station, still looking through files, to somehow find the odd person out. Maybe that way they could finally identify who this was, but what were the chances? Even the Snow Queen was clever enough to fake her identity, why would this new villain be any less good or bad at what they were doing? He still didn’t get why they had to be good at faking their identities of all the things? Why could there not be an extremely dumb villain? Disney style. But nah, they had to have brains. 

He was currently arranging a new pile of ‘dead ends’ when he heard someone come in. Funny how he could tell by the steps alone who it was.

“Hook, great you’re here, I could really…” As he turned around he spotted the gun pointed at him. What the hell was going on? How could he pull a gun on him? What was going on in his brain? “Hook, I’m sure we can talk…” He never got to finish his sentence. The bang cut him off. He hadn’t had time to brace himself for the impact, yet time seemed to stand still for just a moment as his eyes locked on Killians. There was nothing, no movement of any sort, no pain yet. Just those usually expressive eyes turned cold and void of all emotions, yet he felt the storm behind them, the raging emotions. This bastard! Finally thoughts were knocked out of him as the bullet pierced his chest. The impact threw him backwards to the floor, yet no blissfull nothingness engulfed him. There was pain, blinding pain and he was still awake. 

“HOOK!”


Killian Jones

[Killian Jones]

Tag: David Nolan
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It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

Iit caused the pirate's heart to ache when he heard David try to reason with him. It was to no avail though for there was no stopping him. The bullet shot through the air and into the prince's chest. Time stood still as the two of them just stared at each other . . . until David collapsed onto the ground. Fallen, but not unconscious. It was hearing the man call out that caused Killian to blink a few times, as if he had just regained his senses. It took him only a few seconds to realize what had happened. Holding the heated gun, seeing David on the floor. Hook dropped the weapon and rushed to his side, falling onto is knees next to him as panic filled his heart, yet he tried to remain as composed as possible. That didn't mean he lacked the fear building in him for David's well being.

But he knew panicking and freaking out would not help matters right now."Bloody hell mate," he breathed out, his eyes going to the wound to see how bad it was. "I couldn't stop myself," he quickly got out, wanting -- needing -- David to know that. He needed something to apply pressure to the wound but until he could find something . . . he pulled off his jacket and bundled it up, gently and carefully tucking it under David's head, even if to just ever so slightly elevate the wound.

He then proceeded to take of his vest and bunching it, pressed it against the wound, applying pressure. He needed to get him to the hospital . . . but there was just one slight problem with that. "What do you have in here that can help?" He asked him, never having dug around the Sheriff's station much. Surely they had some sort of emergency kit . . . it was a bloody station! But he also knew his words implied that they couldn't get out of here so easily. "Where's your talking phone?" He asked. Just because they couldn't get out . . . surely didn't mean that others who possessed magic couldn't get in.

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[David Nolan]

Had he not suspected it before, the pirate going to his knees next to him, a curse and explanation ready on his lip, it was then that he would have known. It was the spell. It was what made them do it, not their own volition. He knew it. But that didn’t exactly help the pain. If he was lucky, Hooks shot went straight through. If he was unlucky the bullet was still firmly lodged in his body, potentially injuring him further. That was the one thing they would have to eventually take care of, preferably in the hospital.

“I know.”, he pressed out, pain so evident in his voice, but it was still surprisingly strong, making him think the bullet could have missed major organs or it went straight through. Or both. To his surprised Killian started – stripping.

“I think now is not the time to go Full Monty on me, Hook.” But of course he understood. He let Killian manipulate him so his head lay almost comfortably on the leather jacket.

“We have a kit in the other room, but that’s it. And my phone… is at home.” This day of all days he had left it at home as he just couldn’t bring himself to take the phone away from Neal, who was happily playing with it. Now that would maybe prove to be a bad idea. “Killian, you need to check my back. You need to see if the bullet has gone through.”


Killian Jones

[Killian Jones]

Tag: David Nolan
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It's Always Nice

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David assured him that he knew it wasn't of his own doing . . . but Hook couldn't help but feel guilty for this. Surely he could have been stronger; done more to fight off whatever compelled him to pull the trigger. He knew what it was to have his heart ripped out of his chest, and the repercussions of that. Yet, when faced with somewhat similar circumstances, he had failed yet again. And now a man's life was in jeopardy. He told him not to go Full Monty on him and Hook continued to apply pressure to the wound.

"I don't know who this Monty bloke is," he began to say, clearly not understanding the reference. "But if he was someone who shot the Sheriff and needed something to stop the bleeding, well, I'd say now's the time to go full on Monty." Clearly, he didn't understand the reference. David answered his next question by informing him he had a kit in the other room, but that his phone was at home. Damn it. Hook -- of all days -- had also left his own.

Funny how that worked. He would often tell Emma what was the point of carrying it around if she was never there to answer . . . now, he finally understood that it wasn't that simple. "The door is sealed with magic," he began to explain. And he had been forced to destroy the phone lines within the station. This wasn't looking good at all. "Was anyone supposed to come here to meet you? Emma perhaps?" He sincerely hoped so. David instructed him to check his back to see if the bullet went through.

Killian took a deep breath and gently began to turn the Sheriff, being extremely careful as he knew that this could cause more damage to the wound. Relief washed over him when he saw the bullet had gone through. "It went through," he confirmed, as he gently set David back down to lie on his back. "Guess I'm a worse shot than I thought," he said in an attempt to joke. "Fortunately," he added on, pressing his vest against the bullet wound as it absorbed the blood. "I'll go get the kit mate," he said, though was hesitant to leave the man alone, despite the first aid set just being in the other room. It still felt too far away.

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[David Nolan]

“Oh god no.” Damn it with Killians comment there was no way he couldn’t laugh. And laughing hurt like a bitch and it was on top of it dangerous. He could tear something and worsen the injury. He couldn’t do that to Killian. It was not the former pirates fault, he was under a spell after all, but since he knew him, Charming had no doubt that Killian would happily blame himself. “Monty was a stripper. I was joking… about you stripping.” Then again there would be worse people stripping, Killian was a good looking and well trained guy. They had bigger problems than that still. With the door sealed someone coming to meet him, would be a great thing, but as it happened this was not about to happen. Quite the contrary:

“Nobody. I actually told them I might stay the night. They won’t even miss me.” So there was this problem. They might have a lot of them now. The night could be long with them trapped and nobody coming for them. On top of it Killian had to make him stay awake and stay awake himself, yet Charming had no doubt he could.

“Worse shot? No. No I think you’re something else entirely.” As he thought about it, it was clear to him: Killian was a great shot, even with outdated guns and darts, potentially even bow and arrow. He wouldn’t miss. The other victims were dead now. But Killian had a history of resisting. He managed to resist having his heart controlled and through that managed to warn Emma. Not everyone could do that. “I think you resisted the spell to a certain extend. I think you missing is a testament of you resisting, successfully. The others shot to kill, but you of all people didn’t, you resisted, Hook.” Which was, as Hook would say ‘bloody brilliant’. Without being prompted to, David lifted his arm to press the vest to his wound and allow Killian to get the kit without having to worry. “Hook? Bring the alcohol as well.”




Killian Jones

[Killian Jones]

Tag: David Nolan
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It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

David revealed that Monty was a stripper and Hook made a bit of a face at that. "Well what the devil kind of name is Monty?" For a stripper? That was besides the point, and not what mattered at the moment. Instead, he focused on the Sheriff's answer to his question, revealing that no one would be coming to the station. "And no one will be looking for me either," he stated. He had already seen Emma and parted ways with her -- as it had been shortly after that he was struck with whatever spell he had been put under. "We just have to get through the night then," Hook said, knowing that being fearful of the worst wouldn't get them anywhere.

"Shouldn't be too difficult. You and I have certainly endured worse." Separately, and together. This would just be another story to tell once they got out of here. Or more likely, someone came in here. David then went on to say that he believed Killian had resisted, hence the reason he had not shot the Sheriff directly in the heart, or anywhere that would have caused instant death. Hook would have certainly liked to believe that, but he could not grant himself such peace of mind. "That's not good enough," he said in a low voice.

"I should have resisted well enough to not shoot you at all." Not half doing the job and thus causing David to bleed out on the station floor. No. Resisting to the point of shooting him elsewhere was inadequate. He should have been strong enough to resist the entire spell . . . somehow. He watched David raise his arm to hold the vest over his wound, the pirate's hand hovering nearby in case he required help. He then told him to bring the alcohol as well. Killian reached into his pocket and pulled out his flask.

"Never leave home without it," he said with a bit of a grin. He set the flask down and hurriedly went to the get the first aid kit. He looked around the room, finding it quite quickly amidst all the other things, trying to determine whether any other supply was of use. But he hadn't the time to properly look; he needed to tend to the wound as best he could. He rushed back to David's side, kneeling beside him as he opened the box. "First things first," he opened the flask, bringing it to David's lips and starting to tilt it into his mouth. "I told you mate; rum is indeed one of the best medicines," he said with a light smirk; words he had once spoken to him in the Enchanted Forest.

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[David Nolan]

“Hook!”, he almost called out when the man had the nerve to tell him it wasn’t good enough. “So far no one has been able to resist this. You’re the first. Don’t sell yourself short.” He was brilliant at resisting spells like that, his determination alone pushing through a lot of them and then there was this one time where not his determination pushed through, but his love for Emma. David knew better than to sell this short. It showed Killians strength. He was alive because Killian Jones had beat this damn spell. Not fully, but damn it, better than anyone else had. But that wasn’t priority now. They had to somehow slow down or still the blood flowing from his wound, so he had a proper chance to survive the night for someone to get to them in the morning. Given that they were magically locked in, maybe whoever put the spell on Killian expected him to resist and for David to survive. Maybe… god damn it, they knew Killian well enough to know he was good at resisting spells! It made sense.

David moaned, regretting the rum and not at the same time. The burning of the liquid distracted him from the pain and he knew it would numb it, but there was another usage. “If there is no disinfectant in there, you might have to sacrifice a bit of rum for that as well, I’m afraid.” David braced himself for Killian having to fit a proper dressing to the wound, he trusted him with it, but at the same time he wanted to further distract himself from the pain it would cause. “Killian, they never locked their victims in. Only us, now. They know us. Whoever it is, they know us well enough to calculate you resisting the spell! They gave us a fucking lead!”


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