Sparrow 《Completed 》--

Author's note : Changed my mind because of a comment someone made :) I'm going to try to watch the final episode of Frontier soon because I heard it has crucial information for the storyline. Thank you for the feedback, I love it. - Aysline

Declan's POV - Scotland

"This is gonna be the death of me, aye!"

"McTaggart, stop your bickering!"

Declan glanced over his shoulder and saw how Grace had stopped in her tracks to fully face the Scotsman. Harp couldn't blame Grace ; McTaggart had been whining since they left Fortuna's ship. At first he didn't even want to leave the damned vessel, the second McTaggart didn't want to show them the way and now the man seemed determined that he'd die here.

"What did you do that you're so scared of being in Scotland," Grace asked the man while she stared up at him.

Declan bit back a laugh when he saw McTaggart's face. The man seemed uncomfortable because Grace was almost literally in his face with her pointing finger. Harp sighed and walked to the both of them, passing Fortuna on the way who leaned against a wall.

"Grace, leave him," Declan said while he grabbed her arm. "Let him be miserable."

McTaggart shot daggers with his eyes towards Harp before taking the lead over the small group again.

"Maybe you should enter without me," the Scotsman muttered while he waved towards the pub where he held still, "there more likely to help you if they don't see me."

"McTaggart," Declan said, "what the fuck did you do to make them so angry with you?"

Harp truly wondered what the man had done because since they left the ship, all there was to see on McTaggart's face was fear. McTaggart merely shrugged his shoulders before he pushed the door of the pub open.

Declan turned to Grace, grabbed her by to shoulder so she could face him.

"Maybe you should sit this one out," he locked eyes with her. "Who knows what's going to happen when we go in."

The woman did a small step back and pushed his hand gently of her shoulder. "I'm going in there, Declan. If there's even one man in there who will help to get Elizabeth back, I'm not going to wait and sit around."

She passed by him and Declan couldn't help the frustrated groan escaping him while he rubbed his eyes. Why was every woman he knew so stubborn while he only tried to keep them save? He cursed before he turned on his heels to enter behind Fortuna and Grace.

It seemed hours later when they left the pub again ; Declan leant on Fortuna's shoulder and suddenly bursted out laughing when he saw Grace Emberly stood before him. The woman looked at him in suspicion.

"Why are you laughing?"

The hiccup that escaped him made Harp laugh even louder. The alcohol made him feel all fuzzy and warm inside and, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wipe that grin of his face.

"You're my favourite red head, Gracie," he mumbled happily while Declan tried to get Fortuna to let him go, but for some reason the man just held onto him.

"Excuse me," Grace piped up.

"Yes," Declan grinned lazily and rubbed Grace her hair with his hand, "even if you're on a ship, I can still see you from afar and know its you. That's how red your hair is."

He let a lock fall through his fingers. "It's quite unique and beautiful," he said in his best English accent.

Declan frowned when he glanced sideways at Fortuna. "Let go of me," he slurred and tried, once more, to get away from the man. "I need to rally the troops to Castle Benton."

Grace and Fortuna looked at each other and simultaneously shook their head.

"Maybe we should go back the ship and sleep first," Fortuna said.

"No! I didn't get shit faced drunk for those Scots to help me for then to go to sleep and do nothing," Declan pushed Fortuna off him and immediately lost his balance.

With his arms stretched out, he swiftly held on to a wall and glared at his friends. The Scots inside had challenged them to this crazy drinking game ; you get hit on your face by your opponent and need to drink a pint of beer. The first one who puked or passed out, was the loser.

In his mind, Harp had won because the leader of the Scotsmen had agreed to join forces with Declan and his friends. Truth was, Harp had puked his guts out and lost...And was now drunk as hell and swayed on his legs.

He would do it all again for Elizabeth and his child.

His features turned dark and Grace came walking towards him to lay her warm hand on his shoulder.

"You should sleep first, Declan, you're drunk and tired. You can't charge into Benton's castle like this."

Declan stared at her for a while, letting the words sink in, but Elizabeth's face flashed before his eyes and he quickly stood up again. He wiped the spit from his beard and started walking...more like trying to walk.

"I need to find her," he mumbled and he felt the bile that rose up in his throat again. "He has her and my child."

He didn't want it to happen right then and there, but his drunken brain conjured up the images of his dead wife and son.

It was in that moment, in the small square of an unknown Scottish village, that Declan Harp broke down. He felt too weak, and drunk, to keep standing and fell to his knees.

"He has them, Gracie," he sobbed and felt the comforting hand of Fortuna on his shoulder.
Two, blue eyes stared at him when Grace sat on her knees before him. Declan hadn't noticed the tears that streamed down his cheeks and he felt helpless.

"He has them, again," he spoke up between sobs, tried to catch his breath because of the panic that rose in his chest. "You'll know what he'll do, Gracie. He'll torture them. He will take them away."

Grace had to close her eyes when she heard the pain in his voice and Fortuna held Declan's shoulder even tighter. The Captain had no words that could comfort him and McTaggart stayed silent when he saw his strong friend breaking down in front of them.

"History isn't going to repeat itself," Grace spoke up after a few moments of gathering herself. "Elizabeth is going to fight for your child. She already fought Chesterfield and, be damned, she'll fight to her last breath so you will be able to see your son or daughter and hold them close."

Declan just looked at her, turmoil raged inside him when she took his face into both hands.

"Sober up. And we'll go get her, together with your new mates," she stated with a grin.

He couldn't help but smile at her, his tears dried up on his cheeks and Declan patted Fortuna's hand to let the man know he could let him go.

"Lead us to your ship," he slurred and stood up with McTaggart's help. "We'll rest."

"You're gonna be so hung over aye," McTaggart smacked Declan's chest.

At first Declan laughed, but soon buckled over to let the bile out that was rising behind his teeth. McTaggart cursed and jumped out of the way, Fortuna laughed and Grace looked disgusted before they all made their way back to harbour.