SOS Baby

[David Nolan]

Killian Jones

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Prince Neal was crying his little lungs out. He was sick. Not only was he sick, he was also teething and everything else that could be wrong with a baby boy. Charming patience was quickly diminishing, but it was born from how helpless and alone he was. Emma and his wife, out of town for long overdue bonding – and away time in case of Snow, while the men stayed in Storybrooke. Well that was what he had from that: A sick little baby boy and the urge to cry himself. Neal was swatting helplessly at his painful ear. It would be time for his medicine soon again, but he hated it. And then he would want to gnaw on Charmings hand and all, though it would not help. He needed help. He really needed… of course! He just knew the perfect help: His son adored the man he was about to call and hell even his hook was very welcome right now. Charming picked up the phone. He barely waited for Hook to even pick up as he yelled over his sons desperate cries:

“Please, get here, Killian. PLEASE. I need you. I need you so much right now.” Woha, no that sounded a bit strange. “I mean Neal does… can you bring food and go to the pharmacy on the way? Ask them for some soothing tea of something for babies, please and bring your hook. You have to bring your hook. You really, really have to bring your hook, no prosthetic hand or anything, I need this hook!!! I need you!!”

[Killian Jones]

Tag: David Nolan
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It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

Emma was out of town for a bit, leaving Killian to have quite a lot of free time. He busied himself with work, and of course assisting the Sheriff with whatever he may need help with. Right now however he was about to make his way to work when he heard the ringing of his talking phone. He pulled it out of his pocket to see David's name on the screen. He was getting the hang of using this confounded thing! He pressed the button and before he could get a word out, David spoke frantically about needing him. Well, that's not something he heard every day. For a brief second panic filled the reformed pirate, fearing that something had happened to Emma or Snow, but this was put to rest when he heard David explain that Neal needed him. Hook would drop anything and everything for that little lad so he didn't need to explain anything further.

But the poor father seemed rather desperate as he reminded him a few times to bring his hook. "So . . . I should bring my hook?" He asked with a bit of playful sarcasm, just being a smart ass really as he smirked. "I'm on my way, mate," he finished and hung up. Changing his destination, he made his way to the pharmacy to get whatever was recommended for a teething child. And of course, he couldn't resist getting the little boy a stuffed animal of a parrot. Seemed rather fitting coming from a pirate. Carrying a bag of things, he immediately went to the Charming's residence and knocked on the door. "Still alive in there?" He asked teasingly, with a slight chuckle. The poor man. He knew he wouldn't have said half of what he had to Hook had he not been truly at his end and worried for his son. David was an extremely loving father and it made Killian all the happier that he was willing to welcome him into Neal's life, not only because he was with Emma . . . but because of who he was as a person. Or who he was striving to be.

[David Nolan]

With the utmost worry David had to wait for Killian to arrive, while his son got quieter and quieter with every moment. He could only imagine that this was exhausting the little man quite a lot and he hated every moment of it. He’d much rather had Neal scream his ear off, than to have him grown quiet in his arms, only desperate little hiccups and whines highlighting in how much pain he still was. If he could, he’d take it all from him.

“Come on, Neal, Killian is on the way and he’s bringing stuff to help you.” Not even that mention did anything. Neal simply hiccupped again, held Charmings shirt a bit tighter, while the other hand almost lazily whipped at his ear again. Whatever he had to do to take his pain, he would. He even considered calling Snow, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t take this bonding experience away from his wife and daughter. He could handle one damn sickness – together with Killian at least. And finally he arrived. Charming all but rushed to rip open the door to welcome him in. 

“Finally!” he all but exclaimed. Neal stayed uncharacteristically still in his arms where he would usually at least let himself be heard to have Killian notice him. Now, he remained silent, thick tears running down his cheeks. God he hated it. “Do you have it? I am out of my depth. He hates the drops for his ears, apparently they’re painful. His teeth hurt, he’s in so much pain, he doesn’t even scream anymore. He doesn’t even light up seeing you anymore.”


Killian Jones

[Killian Jones]

Tag: David Nolan
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It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

Upon the sight of seeing David, Killian truly felt sympathetic toward the man. He looked exhausted and rather stressed and while the pirate had been able to hear it in his voice over the phone, he could now quite clearly see it on his face. Even Killian was aware that the poor baby in his arms wasn't doing so well with the way he remained more still than they were all used to.

David questioned if he had it and spoke of how he was out of his depth, his son experiencing pain in different areas and the poor father at a loss of how to help. Killian could only imagine what he was going through. Seeing the baby in so much pain and teary caused Hook's own heart to ache; he couldn't imagine what it was like for his father. Properly stepping inside, Hook set the bag down on the floor. "First of all, take a deep breath mate," he said to David, not wanting him to panic any longer.

Surely, between the two of them, they could diffuse the situation. Hook then reached into his pocket and put on a small plastic cap on the tip of his hook to ensure that Neal did not harm himself when touching the metal piece. "Here," he said, extending his arms to take the baby into his own and thus, giving David a break. "Why hello there little lad," Hook began to say as he gently bounced the baby in his arms. "Are we not having a good day?" He asked him, the small sounds of pain emitted from Neal a clear answer. "Well I'm here to lend you a hand." Oh he was so punny. "Or at least a hook," he added on.

With that, he titled the hook, keeping the baby securely in his arms, as he gently tucked the curve of the hook between the baby's lips, the dulled metal carefully rubbing along the gums to help soothe the soreness. "Don't worry, Sheriff, it's clean," he assured David with a bit of a smile . . . just in case the man had any doubts. "There are more supplies in the bag, including a teething ring. And a carrot, since apparently, I was told they are good for a baby who is suffering such pain." But for the time being, he was using his hook and sincerely hoped it was working. Gently swaying Neal while allowing him to use his hook to his advantage, the pirate finally properly looked at David. "You look exhausted. Perhaps you should sit down." Because right now, Killian had no intention of leaving . . . until at least tomorrow.

[David Nolan]

“Take a deep breath? Easier said than done.” This was his son, his baby boy and worse: He knew Emma had gone through that in her life as well and she didn’t even have her father to hold onto or her mother. Strangers held her, while he and Snow should have gone through the teething with her. Neal had them all, but Emma, his baby had had none of her family and that hurt as well. He felt less helpless though when Hook finally took over from him. Only then did David notice how his arms actually ached from holding the child the entire time. He dropped them to his side, wincing a little at how the muscles in them protested at the change of state. Still the father watched over his son as he lay in the arms of his sisters boyfriend, who spoke with him gently and finally allowed him to suck and gnaw on the cool metal hook.

“I never doubted it, Killian. You’d never willingly hurt a child.” Never even made an attempt at it when he was a pirate, as far as he heard. Even the rumors only ever included mostly grown men, never kids, Neverland excluded but given that demon to find them at Hooks hands would have been the merciful fate actually. David picked up the bag. He could not think about resting as long as his son was in pain. So he went to clean and sterilize the teething ring as well as the carrot. He didn’t even know about that, but it seemed Killian had thought about it all. 

“There is no way I can sit down, Killian. My son is in pain. I am entirely inadequate to help him and it’s killing me.” At least his whimpers had died down to sniffles and even some half cooing sounds could be heard. The hook was helping him. “I will have to give him his drops in a few. He hates them. They apparently hurt him quite a lot, so we’ll have a full on crying baby on our hands in a few again.” He wished he could change it. “At least your hook really helps.” Bright baby eyes were after all focused upwards on Killians face, while gnawing and suckling on the hook.


Killian Jones

[Killian Jones]

Tag: David Nolan
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It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

Hook couldn't imagine what it was like for a father to have to endure hearing his child in so much pain. The pirate hoped that one day he would have that same blessing of fatherhood, but right now, the focus was on Neal. As well as his tense and stressed out father. "Aye, but you need to be calm if we have any hope of keeping the little lad calm, savvy?" He may be no expert, but he figured that Neal would be able to pick up on panicking adults and it would only heighten the baby's own distress.

Hearing that he didn't doubt him, filled Killian with relief. He knew that David would not have called him over -- or adamantly asked for his hook -- unless he trusted him. But still, the words provided the pirate with a comfort. "You're not inadequate mate," he assured him. "You're doing the best you can and a bloody good job at that." Especially with Snow not being here. Killian looked at the baby who seemed to be calming down, as he made expressive and animated smiles at him. "Then we'll put them in. Best get the rest of his supplies ready. The carrot is supposed to be cold so it can go in the ice box." Or whatever that thing was called.

"There's also a small toy in the bag." A stuffed animal parrot. Apart from the fitting animal coming from a pirate, Hook hoped the vibrant colors would help distract Neal. "Aye. I'll take it off if necessary so that he can use it to his full discretion later." Not something that Hook would easily part with but for Neal . . . it was an offer that didn't require a second thought. "Ready when you are with the drops. Best do it before he is lulled to a slumber." Because he doubted either of them would have the heart to wake him up. Killian braced himself for the reaction that David was predicting: more crying, and more pain. The poor boy.

[David Nolan]

“I will be calm soon.” With all that was happening, relief already flooded the man once he saw Hook. With Killian joining him the hurdle of keeping up with Neal and his pain seemed to be less big, even bearable. Between them they could try and soothe the baby, keep him calm and offer each other the support they might need in enduring to watch an innocent child in that much pain. One day the roles might even be reversed. They would keep each other as calm as they could.

“Thank you, Hook. For all of that.” He had to thank him for much more, eventually, but right about now, his thoughts circled around his son and only him. Emma was safe with Snow, as was Henry, he could without a bad conscience let go of worries about them and focus on the littlest member of their family. Like Hook said, he put the carrot and even the ring in the fridge. The cool would do the baby some good, as him still nibbling on the hook proved. With a smile he pulled out the parrot. It was adorable. Maybe they should give it to him to hold onto while David put in the drops. “Keep the hook for now. We’ll think about that, when it’s absolutely needed. Right now he’s happy with it all.” The hook after all came attached to Killian and Neal adored Killian, loved to be held and rocked by him. David grabbed the parrot. He held it out for his son, who eagerly took it.

“Okay, here goes.” With Neal distracted by the hook and the parrot, he reluctantly put the drops into one ear. Neal whimpered, tears ran down his eyes almost immediately. He clutched the parrot tightly while his little feet kicked against Hooks chest in protest. Dave felt his own eyes wet with a few tears. He hated to see his son in pain, but it had to be done, so he’d feel better soon. Once the drops were in the second ear, all he could do was watch as Neal slowly, very slowly calmed down again, still holding his new parrot very very closely. “I guess the parrot has officially been accepted.”


Killian Jones

[Killian Jones]

Tag: David Nolan
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It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

Hook gave a slight smile when Charming thanked him, able to hear the strong sincerity in the man's voice. "No worries, mate," he told him with just as much honesty. "It's my pleasure," he added on, looking at the small baby, holding the bundle of joy in his arms. How wonderful it must feel to be a father; to have created a life with the woman that you loved. He had lost his baby before it had entered this world; to have to part with it as Mary Margaret and David had with Emma . . . must have been unbearable and pure torture.

Casting aside such thoughts, he focused on the situation at hand. He told him to keep the hook and the reformed pirate gave a nod, though was still willing to part with it if the little lad required it. He braced himself for Neal's reaction and as David administered the medicine, he reacted with tears and whimpering. It was truly heartbreaking to hear a child's cry, and Hook could see from his peripheral vision that the sound was just as troubling for the baby's father, as tears formed in his eyes. The parrot seemed to help, but only minimally, for the poor thing was kicking as tears streamed down his cheeks. "It certainly seems to have done the trick," Hook said with a soft smile, in response to David's words.

He wanted to ensure that lasted however, and perhaps, even attempt to lull the baby into a slumber. Hook gently rocked the child in his arms, his mind going to his past. His brother and he had enjoyed singing, a skill they had inherited from their mother. She would always sing him a lullaby that was never forgotten in Killian's mind, despite how long ago it was. He had sung it to his and Milah's unborn child and refused to ever do so again after he lost them both. But now . . . holding a baby in his arms, one that he was incredibly fond of, seemed to be just the inspiration he had needed for over three hundred years. So he began to softly sing the melodic lullaby his mother once had to him. A lullaby that Liam had as well when their mother was too sick to tuck him in bed. A song so near and dear to his heart that he wanted to share it now with Emma's family . . . with his new family.

[David Nolan]

It did. Neal was surprisingly calm, though part of that could easily be exhaustion. David was ready to pick up his son then, to carry him to his crib, get him to sleep, but him through his much needed sleep – routine, but Hook had him. Not in a ways that suggested he couldn’t take the baby, but there was something about the way Killian held himself, that made David not reach out for his son and wait instead. Hook rocked him gently. With a babyfoot pressing against his chest, Killian and Neal seemed to be quite cozy. The parrot was in the babys hand. All thoughts of taking his son from Killian were forgotten when the man started to softly sing to him. Neal stared at him, apparently the pain forgotten, fascinated by a very pleasant voice singing to him. He smiled! Killian actually made him smile despite what pain the little munchkin was enduring right now, but the singing helped. Even David found himself calming down at the sound. 

Slowly Neal fell asleep. David barely managed to make himself move with the sounds, but he had to. He lifted the blanket in the crib and motioned for Killian to carry the baby over and place him in the crib where he could sleep. Finally silence in the apartment, yet he knew neither of them would leave, not with Neal sick like that. He could finally move to the kitchen. There David started to make them food and something to drink. “I didn’t know you could sing like that. He was asleep so fast. Thank you, Killian. You’ve been a life saver.”


Killian Jones