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“What else am I supposed to call you? Captain? Captain, it is then.” His words stung, like it had stung to see him and his crew leave as he stood on this burning ship, frozen in fear of the creature that had tortured him for years already then. But he could not blame his brother. He held him as dreamshade claimed his life. He made this pain easier, by just holding him. And he gave him a proper sailors burial. How was Killian to know there had been just enough life in him left for Leviathan to heal him and use him for all those – wait, had Killian said centuries? How was that possible? Then again, what did it matter? If he survived centuries, all the more reason to make him leave as soon as possible, so Killian could save his life. 

“The evil magic of the Leviathan.” It was true, after all. It was what kept him alive all those years, centuries even it seemed. Liam was, for a moment unsure of what to say. I was his brother, he longed to make him understand he was alive, at the same time that would most likely take too much time and endanger Killian. He couldn’t… he was his big brother, he was meant to protect him! “I feel real, because I am real. The Leviathan doesn’t bother with illusions. It toys with its prey, keeps it alive for as long as it wants it alive and uses it to get new prey. You picking me up made you a target. So, Killian, get the hell out of here! Before it can strike! Please.” What did it take for him to heed his warnings? Probably not knowing that it was actually his brother. He’d want to save him, which would ultimately really make him the target. 

Killian Jones

“Whatever this miracle, my love, I shall be grateful for it.” It brought them back together. It gave them a chance to spend some short minutes together and maybe even get the goodbye they were denied before. He prayed at least for this. She deserved so much more than to be told one morning, that the man she was meant to marry had died on his last journey before they wanted to promise their life to each other. It still left a deep ache in his heart to know he caused her pain. 

“Oh Elizabeth.” He whispered as he moved to push a few strands of her silky hair behind her ear again. He was at a loss of what to say to that. Liam hardly considered himself handsome, but how could he deny this beautys judgement of his features? She did know so much more about beauty than he ever did and would. “I died shortly after you last saw me, my love. I am just glad you did not have to see me then.” At least she was spared that pain. It was bad enough that Killian had to endure it – twice.

“My love, how did you fare?” He just needed to know. Maybe she had found new love. Actually, he hoped she did. He hoped she found love, had a family, got everything she ever wanted after he passed and could not give it to her.

@elizabeth

“Trust me, brother. I am as clueless as you.” It was one of the only things he knew to say for sure. Liam felt his heart fill with too many feelings to name as he felt every single twitch in his brothers muscles, the little involuntary shivers in him, which clearly gave away so much to the mans older brother. He had grown up with Killian. He had held him for the very first time when he was mere minutes old, his very much younger version kissing the babes head, promising him to protect him, forever, despite him not even having a concept of what forever meant yet. His young self did not care, nor did he now. He had intended to keep that promise, but he had failed. He had failed and Killian had paid the price for that. Death, was no real payment, not in his eyes. Killians had to go through the grieving and he had been the last person Killian had left of his family and even he had abandoned him. What did that say about him? He failed him. Yet he smiled at him, intending to make it up to his brother in this time they had been miraculously granted, no matter how short. 

At Killians question Liam rolled up his the sleeve of his shirt, wanting to see for himself as well. His arm was as it was before: no sign of the poison that had claimed his life, apart from a faint scar that had once been the self-inflicted cut upon Liams arm. The poison seemed to be completely gone. It prompted another smile.

“I feel fine, Killian. Confused about this place and time, but other than that I feel fine, brother. As good as new. Again.”

Killian Jones

She felt so real, so perfect in his arms, as if they were born to hold each other. It felt like an ancient dance, too natural to ignore, that this was just right. They belonged into each others arms. On top of it all Liam could feel his heart ache, the pain being so delicious. He never thought he’d ever get to see her again, let alone be able to hold her again, smell her hair, rub her back or just simply gaze at her again. She was, if possible, even more beautiful than he remembered her. 

“My love, I can’t believe it either. This seems like the most unlikely and most impossible event to ever occur, but I can not deny I am glad for it. I never expected to see you again, Elizabeth. My last thoughts were with you and Killian and I prayed for your safety. I am so sorry for all of it. So sorry, my love. I missed you.” Liam let go of her. He gently placed his hands on her cheeks, staring into those impossibly beautiful eyes, before finally throwing all sense of protocol to the wind as he leaned down to capture her lips in a soft, longing kiss that was long overdue. After a few moments, he pulled back, but he sure as day was not done kissing her. He’d savor every moment.

“I love you, Elizabeth, and I missed you. Every moment on that damned ship I missed you.” And he had been looking forward to finally getting to marry her, yet it never came to pass. He hoped she at least found someone who made her happy.

@elizabeth

The water, the sea, as usually calmed him. Despite having met friendly faces and having heard of his brothers survival, he needed to make sense of this place and time first. It’s apparently been ages, a long, long time since he died and how was he to make sense of that? How should he cope with a strange time and place like that, that seemed to be so different from when he lived. Watching the Jewel – his brother had actually kept it – rock in the subtle waves of the sea helped immensely. It was impossibly soothing actually, the one place he knew, the one place he could relate to, the one place that changed and never changed at the same time. The sea, his beloved mistress. 

But then there was this voice, this voice that he’d recognize wherever and whenever he was, no matter what. He’d always recognize him. In many ways he never expected to see him again, he hadn’t come to peace with it, never had. His death, it had been a violent one, something to regret. He did. Most of all he regretted having hurt and abandoned the owner of this voice: His baby brother. 

Liam turned. He barely had enough time to open his arms so soon did he find himself in a long overdue embrace with Killian. He felt different, stronger in many ways, his clothing felt slightly unfamiliar, but of course time would change even the most stubborn of Jones men. He felt something else, too. Liam had suspected that his death, the death of the only family Killian had left, would leave a scar, now a long lingering hug was confirmation enough, causing the older brother to clutch the younger one just this little bit tighter. He was going to be okay. No matter what, he survived, he survived against so many odds. No matter what happened, Liam felt a rush of pride in him.

“Oh Killian. I’m so, so beyond proud of you, little brother. And so relieved!”


Killian Jones

The outskirts of this town were much easier to understand than the center. Graves rarely changed in cultures. The concept of them were usually the same, only the architecture changing over time and within cultures, but burials were burials and cemetery ground were hallow grounds no matter what culture. Never would Liam have thought that he’d like the sight of a cemetery, not even in death. But things and perspectives changed with the passing of time. So now a cemetery was the perfect place for an unchanged man, frozen by death and only recently being allowed to breathe the clean air – or not so clean air – of the land of the living again. 

Normally he would not have expected to find someone here. Who would want to spend their time here? Who but the one person, who usually tended to think similar to him. His soulmate. Liam would recognize this shape anywhere, the flowing hair, the way she held herself. He knew her, he loved her. And she was here. When he died, he knew he wouldn’t ever see her again as he tried to hold his brothers gaze, finding comfort in not being alone, even as the life got drained from him. Now Liam was proven wrong in this assumption. Without a word, as silent as possible, he approached his beautiful Liz. He slid his arms around her perfect waist and pulled her against his strong chest.

“Elizabeth, my love. I missed you.”



@elizabeth

As the ship approached him, despite his desperate gestures to get the hell out, he felt himself deflate. Would he have enough time to warn them? If Leviathan noticed the connection to the ships captain, he might just let them have enough time to converse, maybe he’d really have enough time to warn his beloved little brother… or was he still that man? The ship itself had barely changed, he noticed upon getting closer. A few dents, natural occurrences for a ship well used, but that was it. It was the deck that stood out. He couldn’t see a single uniform anymore, especially not, as they fished him out of the water and hauled him on deck.


Liam felt his knees on the verge of giving out, no longer used to actually fully supporting his weight anymore, but some of those men kept their arms and hands on him, keeping him upright despite gravity wanting to pull him down to his knees. Perhaps it would be more befitting to kneel before Killian or the man he had become. Liam suffered from no illusions. After their last encounter he knew his brother would continue to change, to react to his environment and adapt. Even upon the first fleeting glace, he saw this man was no longer the man he knew when they traveled to Neverland together. His eyes only briefly brushed the hook now replacing his brothers hand. What had he been through? What hell must Killian have endured? Enough to be filled with enough anger to fill those once shining eyes with more emotions than Liam could ever hope to name. In turn it filled him with pain and regret. Why him?


“Do what you must, Killian. End it, but do it fast, sailor.” He had no authority here, but it did not matter. He had this one chance to warn him. The Jewel could potentially outrun the Leviathan, but only if they turned swiftly and left those waters as soon as possible. Once the creature decided to attack, there was next to no way the Jewel could outrun it. “You must leave those waters. The Leviathan knows you’re here. It will attack. Your ship can outrun it, but only if you react immediately. Little brother, please.”


Killian Jones