She Belonged To Him

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the OC

Rating: T

Pairing: Killian Jones/ OC/ Liam Jones

Summary: He loved her. God he loved her but he could not have her. She belonged to his brother. But she was his in the first place.

A/N: OK! I dreamt this story and I had to write it down before I forgot it. A two chapter story!

They had been best friends all through childhood and then eventually sweethearts. "I'm going to marry you one day, Beatrice." He had said to her once. He was only 14, when he admitted it, and she was 13. He believed they were going to be together but neither of them knew, their fathers were in negotiations. Within four years, Beatrice was married into the Jones family but not to Killian. But to his older brother; Liam. His heart broke as he stood as best man for his brother and watched the woman he loved being taken away from him.

The torture continued for Killian. She followed her husband on every voyage and he had to be with them both. The only comfort was that she seemed happy in her marriage to Liam. They both did. He thought they were.

Beatrice was keeping herself busy in the Captain's cabin as Liam had gone to the King. "Are you sure you want to come with us? You know the dangers." He asked her, watching her move from the trunk to the wardrobe.

"I do." She nodded as she unpacked her trunk and Liam's trunk. "Liam thinks it will not be very dangerous." She gave him a small smile as she put away her dress.

Killian stood in the doorway. "I don't think you should." His eyes flickered to her stomach, thinking she may have a child. It was the eighth year into her marriage to Liam. Surely there would be a child soon.

"I want to." She blushed lightly, avoiding his eyes. "Liam asked me to come." She closed the empty trunk.

"You could have said no." He stepped into the room and helped her to move the trunk to the foot of the Captain's bed.

She gave a heavy sigh and looked up at him. Her heart seemed to stop when she found herself looking into his blue eyes. She was lost. Beatrice always loved his blue eyes. "Killian," breathing his name as they both slowly stood up, moving around from the trunk. "I came because of you." He gave her no answer and kissed her hard on the lips. "I still love you." She whispered when he pulled away from her, his hand cupped her cheek and his other hand on her waist. Her hands gripped the collar of his jacket. "I go everywhere with Liam, just to be with you."

"Oh Bea." He kissed her once again, pulling her against him. "I never stopped loving you. I couldn't."

She pulled away from him and sat on the trunk. It was big enough for them both and he sat next to her. Beatrice reached over and held his hand. "I wish my father had let us be together. I overheard him talking to your father about a marriage for me. I thought it was for us. I wish it was us."

"Is my brother hurting you?" He asked protectively.

"No." She chuckled and shook her head. "No. Your brother is wonderful but he's not you. Liam is quite a bit older than me. We have nothing in common. He is an attentive husband but this marriage is for convenience rather than love." Tears built up in her eyes. "I wish it was you. Never stopped loving you."

Killian kissed her once again. "We shouldn't be doing this." Her hands were gripping his shoulders and his hand on her neck, stroking her soft skin. They had kissed when they were younger but this was different. They knew it was wrong but they both needed to admit their true feelings. When Beatrice came on the first voyage, they avoided each other. "We shouldn't do this." He pulled away and stood up. "You are my brother's wife."

"I know." She wept. This was too much for her. "Please go. I can't do this." Her fingers played with the hem of her sleeve of her green dress. She did not even look at him as he left the room. She sat there until her husband came into the cabin, demanding that she come to the deck and see what was going to happen next. On deck, she avoided looking at Killian. She felt extremely guilty. If she looked at him, she would probably give the secret away. She stood next to her husband as close as she could. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see, my little wife." He gave her a smile but was cut off by the sound of cannon fire. "Stay close." Wrapping his arm around her. Her heart pounding in fear and excitement when the extra sail was produced and the ship was pulled into the air.

"This is incredible." She laughed and pulled away from him. She rushed to the side to look down at the sea below. "Where are we going?"

Killian stepped beside her. "That is a mystery. I wonder if the Captain will let us know."

Beatrice gave him a small smile but quickly looked away. She felt incredibly guilty for kissing him. Now her husband was nearby, she felt like he knew. "I don't mind not knowing. That's the excitement." She turned back to Killian, and found him smiling at her.

"Killian, I will take a few men ashore and we will return with fresh supplies." Liam spoke to his younger brother. "Stay here with Beatrice." He smiled at his wife, who was sitting on a chair, watching them both. "We will be an hour or two hours maximum."

Beatrice stood up and helped him with his coat; buttoning up the front. "Don't be too long." She lightly kissed his cheek.

He smiled at her and pushed a curl of her blonde hair behind her ear before kissing her lightly on the lips. "I won't." He and Killian left the cabin together, leaving Beatrice alone. She watched them leave, her hands clasped in front of her pale green dress. She did this when she was nervous and worried.

Only ten minutes later, Killian returned. He gave her no time to speak. His lips descended on hers and pulled her close. "He's gone." He gave her a broad smile as she giggled softly. "You look so beautiful." He cupped her cheeks in his large hands. "I know we shouldn't do this. But I love you with my heart. I should have fought for you."

"I know. I was being the obedient daughter." She smiled a little and rested her hands on his waist. "Close the door," she whispered. He moved to the door and quietly closed it. Her fingers touched her lips, remembering his kiss. Liam had never made her feel like that. It felt like her lips were still tingling from the memory of Killian's lips. They had kissed when they were younger but nothing like this. She raised her gaze to see him slowly moving back towards her.

He did not kiss her. He just cupped her cheeks, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. "Oh my darling Bea."

Her small fingers began to unbutton his lieutenant jacket. Starting at the bottom, making her way to the top. "Killian." She pushed his jacket from his shoulders and they both let it fall to the floor. "Come to the bed." Her tongue darting out and licking her lips. She pulled his shirt to try and bring him to the bed.

He did not move. "Are you sure? Once this happens, there is no turning back."

"I don't care." She urged him to the bed by pulling him by the collar. "I have loved you for as long as I can remember. Please, help me feel that love once again." He did not say another word. He did not need to say another word. He lifted her into his arms and gently placed her onto the bed.

His rough calloused fingers stroked her smooth back. The movement of his fingers caused her to have goosebumps. "We should dress. Liam will be back soon." He kissed the top of her golden head. "He can never know about us."

"I know." She murmured, her soft fingers caressing his chest, feeling the soft hairs beneath her fingertips. Beatrice sat up and moved away from him. Dressing with her back to him. Embarrassment ran through her. "What will we do if he ever finds out?"

"Runaway together." He climbed out of the bed and also began redressing. "Go somewhere and be alone."

She looked over her shoulder as she tied the laces of her dress. "I'd like that. But not yet. Only if he finds out."

Killian gave an exasperated sigh. "I wish we didn't have to hide." He finished dressing and helped her with her ties. "Why haven't you and Liam had any children?"

"We've tried but nothing." She turned to face him. "I don't love your brother like I love you but he will make an excellent father. I want that for him. I believe I cannot give him that." Her eyes lowering to the floor. "I think it's my fault."

He took her hands in his and brought them to his lips. "Please. Don't blame yourself, my love. I know we are committing a terrible sin by having this affair. But you and my brother will be amazing parents."

Beatrice gave a small sob into his chest. "Don't say that. I know we won't. I don't want to be a mother though. I prefer being on the sea with you and Liam." She sighed heavily and smiled slightly. "If I were a man, I'd be a sailor or pirate." She spoke with her cheek against his chest, her arms tight around him.

"I can see you being a pirate." His arms tight around her. "Terrorising the seas."

She gave a small laugh. "Captain Beatrice. The most feared woman of the seas."

"What happened to you, Liam?" His wife asked him when he and Killian finally returned from their own private trip onto the island. Her husband had barely said two words to her when the two brothers had returned.

He did up the buttons to his shirt in silence. It was only him and Beatrice in the cabin. Killian was out giving orders to return home. "I know about you and him." Completely ignoring her question.

She froze in place. "I... I..."

"Save it." He spat out in annoyance. "I know you loved him before me." Liam turned around to face her. He was angry with her. "When we return home, we can talk to my lawyers about a divorce. You can go back to your family."

"No." She shook her head. Beatrice knew that divorce was not something that was taken lightly in society. "Please no." She close behind him. "It was a moment of weakness. It will never happen again. I promise." Tears fell down her cheeks. "I beg you. I'll do anything. I will stay at home and never come aboard this ship again. I will never see him again. I promise." She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself against him. "Please Liam. I promise I will never see him again once we reach dry land."

Liam looked down at her. He loved her but not as much as Killian did. He only married her because his father told him to. Beatrice was rich and brought a large dowry. He married her for money but fell in love with her. "Fine. We'll return home and you will stay at our home. You will never see Killian again once we have left this ship."

She nodded against his chest and welcomed his warm arms. "I promise." Her heart was broken. To save her dignity, she had to not see the man she truly loved ever again. "Thank you." She spoke softly. It was going to be painful but she did it to save Killian and her own marriage. He kissed the top of her head.

"How are you feeling?" Killian knocked on the door reluctantly. Not really wanting to disturb them both.

The two of them stepped apart and Liam continued dressing. "Ship shape." He avoided looking at either Beatrice or Killian. "Beatrice. Leave us for a moment."

"Of course." She stepped out of the room, her eyes avoiding Killian. She wanted to look at him. Lord, she wanted to.

Liam waited until she was gone. "Killian. I should have listened to you." Turning to face his younger brother. Anger boiled inside him but it was suppressed by the knowledge that Killian had been right about the boy and his warnings.

"Ah!" He waved his hand and stood up straight. "I'm just glad you survived." He stepped forward. He noticed his brother's distance from him. Liam knew. He knew about him and Beatrice. That's why she could not look at him. "What now brother?" Hoping to steer him completely away from the subject.

"We reveal our King's cowardice." He walked around the table.

"Well we know the truth." Killian gave his brother a slight smile.

"To fight battles with unholy weapons is as you say, bad form." Liam stared at his brother. He could not bring himself to say that he knew the truth about the affair. He couldn't. Once Beatrice was back in their home and away from Killian.

Killian chuckled and helped his brother to tidy his appearance. "I will follow you to the ends of the Earth, brother."

"All hands brace for landing!" A voice shouted from above them. The two of them braced themselves by holding onto the roof of the cabin. "Land ho!"

Killian moved to the window and took in the view. "What you say Liam? Do you want some company when you report to the admiralty?" He turned to see his brother collapsing to the floor, groaning in pain. "Liam?" He rushed to his brother's side. "No. No!"

Having heard Killian's shout, Beatrice rushed in. Thinking the two of them were fighting about her. When she saw her husband on the floor with his brother holding him in his lap. "NO!" She screamed. "Liam!" She knelt opposite Killian, kneeling next to her husband. "No! No no no!"

"Look after her." He groaned, staring up at his younger brother. "It should have been you who married her. Not me." He looked over at his wife, her tears falling down her cheeks, fast. "I did love you in the end." He let out his last breath.

"No! Help!" Killian shouted as Beatrice pulled Liam from his arms, resting him on her lap. The two of them sobbed over the dead body of the Captain.

The captain was taken from them. He was taken to be prepared to be buried at sea. Killian left the cabin with his brother's body but Beatrice remained on her knees. When Killian returned a few moments later, she was still on the floor, rocking slightly. "Oh my darling Bea." He went to her side and held her tightly. "I'm here. I'm here."

"It's our fault. It's all our fault. We should never have started the affair." She pulled away from him and stood up. "It's our fault."

Killian stood up and held her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. "Stop it! Stop it, Bea. It's not our fault. Liam didn't listen to a warning. He thought the King was right and that cost him his life. Not us." He pulled her into his chest and cradled her in his arms. "Come. We have to let him go."

"I can't." She whispered and tried to pull away from him. "I can't do it." Beatrice tried to pull away from him but he held her tighter. "Let me go! Please let me go!" She pushed against him more. Her hands balled into fists as she tried punching him to get away from him.

"I'm never letting you go. I promised to look after you." His arms locked around her as she kept trying to fight him.

"He knew about us! He knew!" She tried to punch him in the chest but she was locked against him. His strong arms held tight onto her. "How did he know? It happened once and he knew!" She gave up fighting. She was too exhausted.

He kissed the top of her head as he held her much more gently. "I don't know. Right now, we don't have to worry about that. We have to bury my brother." He kissed her once more. "Now, come." Killian stepped back and held his hand out to her. "You have to be there."

She wiped her eyes and rested her hand in his. "Yes." She gave him a small smile.

Killian led her out onto the deck. The sailors bowed the heads to them as Killian led them to the deck. They were ready to bury Liam at sea. She looked down at the wrapped body of her husband and gave a small sob. They had been together eight years. She grew to love him and it was hard to remember a bad time with him. There was no bad times with him. Beatrice stood staring at the body and watched as the men tipped the plank and Liam's body disappeared over the side. She wanted to reach over and hold Killian's hand. But it was not proper. The men would frown upon it.

The bosun stepped forward and held out Liam's satchel to Killian. "This belongs to you now." Holding the satchel out. "Captain."

Killian took it from him, his eyes looking over at Beatrice, who gave him a small nod. He looked down at the satchel. "You will never leave my side, brother." He looked up at the men and raised his voice. "We are sworn to serve the King and the realm. They sent us to retrieve an unthinkable poison. One that killed our dear Captain." He took a torch and moved down the ship to the sail. "Never again shall anyone set sail to that cursed land." He put the flame to the feathered sail, setting it alight. "And never again shall we take such orders. Serving the King, fighting his wars. That is the way of dishonour. And all you who disagree flee now or walk the bloody plank. For those who stay will be free men and I will be your captain."

"Yes! Aye!" The men shouted as they listened to his rousing speech. All of them transfixed on his words. They knew that he was right.

"We'll sail under the crimson flag and we'll give our enemies no quarter. We'll take what we please and we'll leave by our own rules. That is the best form of all. Our kingdom is corrupt and immoral. They took my brother from me and now, I'm gonna take everything they've got." His eyes flickered over to Beatrice, who smiling a little and nodding as he spoke. This gave him courage.

"Yes!" Shouted the men once again.

Killian stood tall and proud. "Starting with this ship!" He shouted. "Bring the paint from below!"

"Sir?" They asked in confusion.

"It's time we rename this vessel. We no longer sail as the 'Jewel of the Realm.' We now sail as the 'Jolly Roger.'"

The men cheered in agreement. "Yeah!"

He sheds his coat and throws it into the sea. "And when they come for us, I want them to know exactly what we are... Pirates! For at least among thieves, there is honour!" He shouted as the men shed their coats.

"Long live Captain Jones! Captain Jones! Captain Jones!" The men chanted his name as they threw their coats into the sea.

Killian looked around the men, his men. He felt so proud. He looked around at them until his gaze fell on Beatrice. She looked so proud of him. She gave him a confident nod. When she turned away from him and returned below deck. He gave the position of his first mate to the bosun and gave his orders before he turned away and moved below deck. He needed to see her. "Bea?" He spoke softly as he entered the Captain's cabin.

She was sat on the window seat and looking out at the sea. "Yes?" She turned to face him.

He sat next to her and reached out to her hand, holding her hand gently. "Are you well?"

"Yes. I'm still in shock. It will be very strange from now on. I have no idea what to do now." She turned her hand and entwined their fingers together.

"I could do with another pirate." He smirked a little. The smile not reaching his eyes. He was still mourning the loss of his brother. "You said you wanted to be a pirate."

Beatrice laughed softly. "I did. Can I stay? I don't want to go back to my mother and father."

"Rebellious." He smiled. "Stay. I want you to stay." He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "I love you."

"I love you too." She pulled her hands from his grip. "But I can't do this just yet. My husband has just died. It would be wrong." She reached up and cupped his cheek. "Just wait for me." He nodded silently and turned to kiss the palm of her hand.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think.