Summary: A lot can happen in ten years; mistakes, triumphs, questions, and answers, all things that Killian Jones doesn’t know if he wants or even deserves. But with his 10 year high school reunion, he will have to finally come face to face with the center of all his questions and perhaps get the answers he needs.
A/N: This fic would be near as good if it weren’t for my wonderful beta @writemyanchor , nor would it exist without the Captain Swan Little Bang. Beautiful artwork by @shippingtheswann
Trigger Warnings for financial and verbal abuse and mentions of past physical abuse.
Killian stared at himself in the mirror attempting to work his tie into a presentable knot, which was proving difficult with one hand. He sighed and tossed it onto his dresser, feeling frustrated. Yet another reason to skip out on his 10-year high school reunion. Others being that he needed to catch up on some shows that were piling up on his DVR and the mountain of essays that needed grading sitting on his kitchen counter.
His phone ringing shook him out of his thoughts and he fished his phone out of his back pocket without bothering to look at his caller ID.
“Hello, David,” he replied, rolling his eyes.
“You’re coming tonight,” was all David had to say in response.
“I don’t know…” Killian started, but David cut him off.
“Come on man, don’t you want to see everyone?”
“David, everyone still lives here; I see everyone from school all the time.”
“Not everyone.”
“You know she won’t be there,” Killian sighed, thinking about reason number one (and really the only reason) he didn’t want to go to this reunion.
“You don’t know that. She could surprise us all,” David said.
“We haven’t heard from her since she ran away.”
“So? Doesn’t mean she still can’t come tonight.”
“That is highly unlikely.”
“Stranger things have happened. Look just come to the thing, please? Mary Margaret busted her butt working on this and she’d love for you to come. Just stay for one drink.”
Killian ran his hand through his hair, knowing that he really wasn’t going to be able to get out of going tonight. “All right, just one drink though.”
“Great! We’ll see you at Granny’s!” David hung up before Killian could say anything else. He sat down on his bed, head in his hand. He could feel a migraine beginning to brew behind his eyes, but he had said he’d go for at least one drink and if Killian Jones was anything, he was a man of his word.
He got up, taking one last look in the mirror and deciding against the tie tonight. He was most likely going to be there for only a half hour, an hour tops, with people he saw nearly every day. No need to impress anyone.
It All Starts With a Dance 