Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (13/?) Copyright 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth (More implied than graphic portrayal)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Swearing, homosexual slander, uncaring father, angst…

Disclaimer: HA! I own nothing! I’m a pathetic college student that can’t seem to stop writing gay porn! LoL! It’s a sickness really….or an obsession….hmmmm. The title is a line from the Veruca Salt song Volcano Girls. I don’t own that either I just think it goes well with the fic and I love Veruca Salt!

Beta: Mistaya cha cha cha!

Feedback: It’s even better than the stress ball that looks like my sister’s head! *weg* Pardon me… I have some stress to release… Yaaaaaahhhhhhh!!! *runs off like a mad woman to smash stress ball*

Summary: Will and Jack discover that Will’s picture and kidnapping has been leaked to the press. Seeing that everyone now knows what’s happened, Governor Swann launches a full out manhunt for Jack.

Author’s Notes: Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten our feisty little feminist Elizabeth in the hospital…. I’m just not sure what to do… she will come back into the story though! I love the lass too much to ‘bench’ her for the rest of the game.

Author’s Notes 2: *~*~*~* denotes scene change or passage of time and “speech” ‘thoughts’.

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“Frank!” Governor Swann’s angry voice echoed throughout the mansion. The limo driver came running up to his boss, his nervousness clear.

“Y-yes sir?” he asked fearfully.

“You’re fired! I never want to see you on the property again!” he turned and headed back to his study, grumbling under his breath.

“But sir! I’ve never been anything but loyal and timely! Why are you firing me? I’ve got a family to feed!” Frank begged, following his boss into his study. Governor Swann turned and glared at him.

“Then how do you explain this!” he scowled, throwing the local newspaper at him. Frank looked at the headlines and gasped.

“Governor’s Son Kidnapped?! I thought Will had runaway! Is he alright?!” the gentle man asked worriedly. He’d driven Will around since he first came to the Swann’s and was rather fond of the youth, as he was of Elizabeth, too.

“Don’t play stupid! It says right in the article that they found out from you! Now if I don’t try and save the little queer I look bad! You blew it! Get out before I have security throw you out!” Frank just stood there with his mouth agape. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t even know Will had been kidnapped only to find out that his father was angry about it because Will was gay?!

“Sir… I never said anything to the press… but I t I’m I’m going to have to take you up on your offer. I don’t want to work for such a bigot anymore. My daughter is gay and to be honest I find your opinions and language nauseating!” He threw the paper back at his former boss and started to storm out. He could find work elsewhere… there were plenty of rich people in Port Royal that needed a limo driver. His only regret was leaving Elizabeth and Will.

“Oh, another one of those fruity sympathizers! I hope you enjoy Hell, because you and your family are headed right for it! The bible hates queers!” Frank stopped in his stride and turned.

“Well, I guess we’ll see you there, then. First of all, the bible says ‘judge not, lest ye be judged’, and second it also says ‘to know what God thinks of money… one only has to look at those to whom he has given it’. And you, /sir/, are the most despicable excuse for a human being I have ever met!” Frank spat on the Governor’s expensive Italian leather shoes and stormed out of the house, leaving his boss speechless and fuming. Swann stormed to his study and dialed the only person he thought could help him through this crisis.

“Barbossa! They found out! I don’t know how, what should I do?” He paused and listened to his oldest friend’s advice. “Put out a reward? But I don’t want him back! …Yeah, it would make me look good… you’ll take care of him when we find him? …Alright.” He hung up and than dialed the number of the local news station. “Yes. This is Governor Swann, I need air time to put out a reward for my son.”

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After they had eaten their food the unusual pair had spent the night watching reruns of the ‘Golden Girls’ and ‘Roseanne.’ Jack had managed to coax more details out of Will about exactly what had happened between him and Coach Avery. Jack really hated the bastard and he hadn’t even met him yet. Will had broken down again as he confessed the incident so Jack held him and did his best not to show how awkward he felt doing it.

He had to admit he was starting to get attached to the little mutant. When he first met Will he thought that he was just your average spoiled rich brat like one of those rock stars’ bimbo daughters (1). But the more he got to know Will the more he realized he was just a lonely orphan looking for affection and acceptance. Will had ended up falling asleep curled next to him and Jack didn’t have the heart to move the lad.

“Momma…” Will moaned in his sleep, his face scrunching up in sadness. This was the second time he’d seen Will wake up this way. The kid had done the same thing in the van when he dozed off. He hadn’t managed to get the truth behind it out of Will, no matter how craftily he pried. He started rubbing Will’s back and shook him slightly.

“Wake up, maggot… no need for nightmares.” Will’s eyes opened slowly, slightly moist with tears, he blinked and looked around the room trying to figure out where he was. A blush crept into his cheeks as he realized how close they were and that he’d slept the entire night with his head on Jack’s chest.

“S-sorry… I… I must have fallen asleep on you…” he made to move away, but Jack kept his arm around him.

“It’s okay… I rather like the contact… it’s been a while.” He smiled warmly and for once ignored the cynical voice in his head telling him not to be so god-dammed mushy. Will seemed to debate if he felt comfortable with the situation or not.

“Al-alright…” he murmured. It was nice to have someone actually want him around… well… besides Lizzie. “So what are we going to do now?” he asked unsurely.

“TV?” Jack offered, looking for the remote. “Ah! Here it is!” he grabbed the plastic rectangle and held it up triumphantly.

“No… I mean about life. How long are we staying here? Where are we going after this?” Jack shrugged.

“I don’t usually plan that… just see where the road takes me. Now that my precious Pearl is better we can pretty much go wherever we want. Is there some part of this here great nation that you’ve always wanted to see?”

“Never gave it much thought… where did you grow up? I’d like to see the place that created /you/,” Will said cynically. Jack was the strangest person he’d ever met and he’d like to know what sort of environment spawned him.

“Oh, that won’t be happeninrecirecioussss… let’s watch some boobtube,” he quipped, turning on the small box and flicking for some cartoons. He found a show he liked and settled back against the headboard, pulling Will closer unconsciously. “This is a great show!” he exclaimed. Will smirked and nestled in for the ‘ride.’

Suddenly the cartoon was interrupted and an announcer came on. “We interrupt your regularly scheduled program for a special announcement from the Governor.”

“What?” Will asked, perking up at the mention of his former adoptive father. Mr. Swann’s face appeared on the screen. He was dressed in a black suit and tie and looked very solemn. “Oh, god! Something must have happened to Lizzie!” Will gasped, getting up from the bed and running to the TV.

“Good morning citizens. I apologize for this interruption, but some grave misfortune has befallen my family as of late. I’m asking for everyone’s help in apprehending the man that has kidnapped my son.” He paused, pretending to be overcome with emotion. Will’s jaw almost hit the floor… he was speechless.

“What?!!” Jack boomed, rising to his knees and almost shooting the TV.

“As many of you may know from the newspaper, my son Will was abducted about a week ago. I have been desperately trying to get him back. The man that abducted him hasn’t contacted me except to threaten the life of my child. He’s sent me a photo of my little boy gagged and bound… please help me. If you’ve seen him please contact the police immediately.” Will’s picture appeared on the screen, as did the number for the local police.

There was a final plea from Swann and then the cartoon came back on. Will sat fixed in front of the television, eyes wide. He couldn’t talk, couldn’t breath, couldn’t think! Was this the same man that had just told him off last night? No… there must have been a reason for that… look at him now; the man was overcome with emotion! His father still loved him!

“That fucking piece of shit, phony, ass muncher!” Jack shouted angrily. “Who the fuck does he think he’s kidding! I never just called to threaten and I asked for plenty of money!” he scoffed arrogantly, obviously offended.

“He still loves me!” Will gasped, teary eyed. He turned to Jack, an insane smile on his face. “My daddy still loves me! I can go home now!” He jumped up from his spot on the floor and started looking around the room. “Hey, where did you put my pants, I can’t show up in my boxers… he’s all weird about that… never let me walk around unless I was completely clothed,” Will was rambling and a part of him knew that. Part of him knew that this was just another stunt for Swann’s reputation, but part of him was also very tired and worn down and just wanted to go home again.

“What?! You aren’t going home!” Jack barked, staring at Will incredulously. “They have a fucking /bounty/ on my head! You really think I’m going to take you back to the mansion?! We have to get the fuck out of Port Royal and quick!”

“W-what do you mean I can’t go home?” Will asked sadly, playing with the excess sleeve of Jack’s shirt. “He’s not mad at me anymore… I can come home, he just needed time to adjust. He realizes that Avery forced me… everything will be fine now.” His voice was starting to quaver and he could feel his knees shaking. “P-please…”

“No. I’m sorry kid, but it’s not going to happen. This is some trick.” If Jack really wanted to be honest with himself he would admit that he wasn’t letting Will go because he didn’t want Will to have his heartbroken a second time by the man that was supposed to love him unconditionally. He would have also admitted that he’d come to appreciate the twerp’s company and didn’t want to lose that.

“B-but… but I thought we were getting along… just drop me off at the door, or a mile away… fuck, let me start from here! I don’t care, you can’t keep me here anymore!” Will yelled. He’d had enough. Jack wasn’t his captor anymore; the man had agreed to take care of him after all. “I’m leaving!” he stated sternly, heading for the door.

“No you aren’t!” Jack intercepted him and pinned the boy’s arms at his sides. “I’m not going to just let you walk out of here! He doesn’t love you! Don’t you see that? All he wants is to make himself look good. I heard the horrible things he screamed into the phone when I asked for ransom… the Man. Doesn’t. Care. About. You!” Will struggled and felt himself beginning to tear up.

“You’re just trying to confuse me! Let go of me!” Will struggled and kicked. “I hate you! I hate you! I fucking hate you!”

“I know, I know, I fucking know!” Jack growled, throwing Will to the bed. “Now stop acting like a brat and listen to reality.” Will glared at him, but he stopped struggling. Jack kneeled in front of him and took Will’s hands in his own. “Look… when I asked your father for ransom two nights ago… I threatened to /kill/ you if he didn’t pay. Do you know what he said?” he asked in a soft, but stern voice. He saw the turmoil in Will’s eyes and knew he was breaking through the denial.

“T-that… he wouldn’t pay?” Will uttered, trying desperately to control his tears.

“He said he didn’t care… he didn’t care if you lived or died. That he wasn’t going to waste good money on you.” He could practically see the proverbial dagger stabbing the kid’s heart. “Now do you really think he’s had such a big change of heart since last night when he said he didn’t care if you died in the streets?” Will sobbed, but shook his head solemnly.

“No…” he whimpered. They sat in silence a moment, the only noise being the sounds of Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup (2) shouting on the TV. “I need to take a shower,” Will said suddenly. He rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom, shuffling as he went.

“Um… okay…” Jack found the comment rather strange, but it wasn’t completely off the wall… people needed to shower. He returned to his bed and continued to watch his animated fun.

The episode ended and Jack started flipping for something new when the phone rang. Jack looked at his watched and smirked.

“Eleven-thirty… right on time,” he chimed triumphantly, reaching for the room phone. “Hello, luv.”

“Not so loud you cunt.” The very hung over voice of Ana Maria groaned into the phone. “I found your number in my bra this morning… what the fuck is a maggot mutant and why the fuck were you in my bra?” Jack silently chuckled at the complete confusion in her voice… he’d felt that many a time.

“The mutant maggot is my new pet… you were practically molesting him last night.”

“Huh… did I like it?” she asked, moaning as her alarm clock went off. “Fucking Christ!” she screeched. Jack heard the disgruntled ramblings and the sound of plastic smashing against a hard surface… the beeping stopped. “Ah, much better… you were saying?”

“Uh-huh… I need you to do me a favor.” He bit his bottom lip as he waited for the sarcastic laughter.

“HA! Why in the name of fucking human decency should I help your selfish, crazy ass?”

“Because you love me and I’m going to make it worth your while,” he sung into the phone, hoping his charm would be enough.

“Been there, fucked that, had to get checked out.”

“I’m clean!”

“Suuuuurrreee… and I’m a republican,” she laughed, her hangover suddenly not so miserable. “Oh, but seriously… what’s the deal? If I don’t have to do a lot I just might do it for you.”

“Turn on your TV.” He heard her annoyed moan and over exaggerated grunts of exertion as she searched for the remote. “News channel,” he instructed.

“Big fucking deal, some fancy pants lost his little lamb. What does this have to do with anything?” she demanded, seriously peeved.

“Remember my pet?”

“….”

“Hello? Ana?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!” the psychotic laughter made Jack jump and hold the phone away.

“What’s so fucking funny?!”

“Ooooohhh you really did it this time, Jackie! You kidnapped the /Governor’s/ son and played dress up, than dragged him to the seediest, most corrupt, most vile, depraved cesspool of filth in the entire town?! Oh, I can’t laugh hard enough at this one! Have fun in prison… remember… don’t drop the soap!”

“I’m not going to jail! Now will you listen to me? I need you to stay in town for a while. I have to bolt and I want to have someone here to help keep me abreast of the situation. It’s not like you have anything better to do anyway.”

“True… and I do love that club…”

“I thought it was the seediest, most corrupt, most vile, depraved cesspool of filth in the entire town?”

“It is… that’s why I like it!” She shouted jovially. “Besides, this is probably fate… our meeting ya know? I guess the higher powers want me to stay in little old Port Royal for a few more nights.” Jack smiled at the affection he heard in her voice. Even after all he’d put her through, she was still always there to help him.

“Thank you… I’ll call you again when I know where I’ll be… what’s your number?” he asked almost as an afterthought. She informed him and he wrote down the address on the motel stationary. They said their goodbyes and hung up. Jack continued his flipping of the channels until he became too bored and shut it off.

‘He’s sure been in the shower a long damn time.’ He mused, listening to the soft fall of the water.

He waited ten more minutes than knocked on the door. He called out, but Will didn’t answer. Starting to get worried, though he’d never admit it, Jack opened the door and walked in. He saw a crouched form in the shower and slowly approached.

“Hey… you alright?” He moved the curtain back slowly and grimaced at the sight. Will was crouched on the floor of the tub, fully clothed, rocking back and forth as the cold water fell on him. It was hard to tell with the shower water, but Jack knew Will had been crying from the red rim around his eyes.

“Jesus…” Jack whispered, shutting off the water. Will was trembling and sniffling, tears rolling down his face. Jack wasn’t sure what to do… he’d never dealt with someone so emotional before. “Um… stop that?” He tried. Will paid him no mind. “Oh, man… this is bad.”

He scooped Will’s slight frame out of the shower stall and sat him on the toilet. Will’s skin was ice cold and his lips were tinted purple. Jack knew he had to get Will out of those soaked clothes… he just hoped the kid would know he wasn’t trying to rape him.

He pulled the soaked thermal up, took a towel and wrapped it around the trembling teen. He took another one and placed it over the kid’s lap as he slipped the boxers and socks off. He managed to do the entire thing without peaking once. What was happening to him? He wasn’t a gentleman!

With the towels safely secured, he lifted Will from the toilet and carried him to the bed. He had to get Will warm again. His bed was already unmade and somewhat warm from him sitting on it so he placed Will down and pulled the covers up to the teen’s neck. Jack stripped to his boxers and hopped in with his young companion. He wrapped his arms around Will and pressed the boy’s freezing flesh to his own.

“Ha ah! You’re freezing!” Jack gasped as he felt the heat from his body being sucked into Will’s. ‘All this effort to help him, and the twerp is only going to freak out and call me a pervert when he realizes what’s going on.’ Jack grumbled mentally and tried to think of other thoughts besides Will’s naked body pressed against his own scantily clad one.

‘Um… Ana Maria, no… rum… my Pearl… Gibbs… Gibbs naked… oh, that’s disgusting, but it’s working! Old and flabby… not… /young/… smooth… firm! So very, very, very firm! Aw, crap!’ Jack cursed himself. No matter what he tried he couldn’t think of anything besides the gorgeous teen next to him. He knew he was getting hard and he couldn’t stop it. ‘Oh, please don’t do this to me little Jackie! Not now! The kid won’t understand! He’s been raped for fuck’s sake!”

“J-Jack?” Will’s soft, confused voice whispered.

‘Shit!!!’

“Yes?” he asked nervously, gazing down at Will. He saw Will taking in their state of undress and close proximity. Jack panicked and started blurting out an explanation. “It’s not what it looks like! I know this looks really bad, but I’m not being a pervert and trying to cop a feel while you’re vulnerable! You were in the shower and you were all shivering and catatonic and all burrrrrr… so I stripped you down, but I /didn’t/ peak! I wanted to, /believe/ me… that’s not the point… I only did this to warm you up so you didn’t get all sick and die on me and then I’ll have a homicide on my head and I’ve already got so many warrants on my head…” It was a miracle he hadn’t passed out through the spiel because he hadn’t stopped to breathe once.

He did, however, stop when he felt soft, slightly cold lips pressed against his. He froze in shock… Will was kissing him?! Willingly?! This had to be wrong. He pushed the lad away gently and looked him in the eye.

“What are you doing?” he asked confusedly. “I told you… you don’t have to do that…”

“Jack… make love to me… please…”


Tbc….

Muwahahahahahhahahaaa!!! A cliffy oh baby!

(1) You know them bitches and hoes… the Hilton sisters (Paris and skanky I don’t know) and like all those other rockers kids. Gag me!
Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup! The Power Puff Girls!! I love these gals… it’s a great cartoon show… if you haven’t watched it, I highly recommend it. ^_^

Yeah, I know the little speech with Frank was cheesy, but call it my gay pride parade… I just hate when people try to hide behind the Bible. They always seem to miss the fact that no where in there does it say “Thou shalt callith homosexuals hurtful names and suchith.” I mean, if you really want to go by the Bible and such, look at the New Testament. Jesus ate with the dregs of society at his time. The lepers, the prostitutes, and even Romans when they weren’t trying to kill him lol! So, it’s just my belief that god or whoever’s in charge up there, wouldn’t want his subjects persecuting the minority. Plus that whole “What you do unto the least of my brothers you do unto me—thing.
I know what you might be thinking, but I’m not catholic. However, as I’ve said in previous fics, I went to catholic school all my life so I can rumble with the best of them if they want to make jerks of themselves. It’s quite fun. But that’s just a pet peeve of mine. If you claim to be so devote, know your shit man. Oh, but I’m preaching again… my apologies.