Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (17/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Swearing, some mentions of illegal drugs, uncaring father, evil cliffy, pissed off Mother Nature, 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….hmm. 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

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Summary: Lizzie and Ana’s nookie session ends on account of puke. Jack and Will escape the cops, only to get into even bigger trouble with mother nature!

Author’s Notes: PETER JACKSON GOT THE GOLDEN GLOBE FOR BEST DIRECTOR!! MOTHER-FUCKING-FINALLY!!!!

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

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“Officers Murtogg and Mullroy, welcome to Hot Topic, what can I do for you?” she asked as calmly as possible. She glanced over her shoulder one more time to make sure Billeh had successfully managed to get their new friends away. The storage room door had just slammed shut as the policemen entered. They followed her gaze and then shared one between themselves.

“Who was that?” asked the portly Mullroy. She raised her head off her hand and stood up.

“Oh, that was just Billeh, my head cashier. We always take stock after the tourist season because of all the shoplifters. I’d do it, but I’m manager and it’s a shitty job,” she laughed flakily, glad when the officers joined her. “So what brings you to our fair store?”

“Miserable business ‘m ‘fraid. Seems the governor’s son widnaidnapped in Port Royal and they believe the man’s skipped town with the kid.” Mullroy informed her, sighing in a way that told her he found the story very unimportant.

“Poor man is beside himself with worry.” Murtogg added, nodding.

“No, no he’s not.” Mullroy said skeptically. “He’s only worried about his image.”

“Yes he is! My sister works for him… she’s his cook she is,” he stated, proudly puffing up.

“Oh, really? Well, he just fired my cousin and he says that Swann never gave a spit about that boy. Personally, I think it’s all a part of his reelection plan.” Mullroy countered, angry at his cousin’s loss.

“He couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”

“Your sister can’t cook!”

“That’s just mean,” Murtogg sniffled, pouting in his unique fashion. The manager observed this all with mild interest. She always found it fun to watch the two argue, they reminded her of an old married couple. She sighed and pulled up a stool, settling in for the ride.

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“Just creep around the sidd thd then you’ll be fine.” Billeh instructed, moving some of the boxes so that the door would be accessible. “I don’t know what you’re running from, but I hope they don’t catch you.” He ran over to employee ‘lounge’ and started digging through the bags there. “Here, it’s not much, but I feel bad since we still have your credit card at the register.” He handed them the money and then went through the blue-flamed purse that was sitting on a chair. He pulled out a small plastic bag filled with a green substance. Will was busy gathering their bags of his new clothes and didn’t notice Billeh handing the bag to Jack.

“What’s this?” he asked, smiling as realization hit him. Billeh smirked.

“My boss’ private stash. We usually have a little to celebrate when tourist season is over.” Jack shared the devious smile and patted Billeh on the back.

“Thanks a bunch, mate. You have no idea how bad I need something like this.” With that said he grabbed Will by the hand and ran out the back door. They crept along the back of the shopping plaza and through a small gate that connected two of the buildings. Jack peeked around the side of the building to make sure that the cops were still inside before pulling Will out behind him. The duo reached The Pearl with surprising ease, attaching the bags quickly, before hopping on and taking off in a hurry, Will’s new pants shinning in the sun.

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“I don’t care what you say, your sister’t c’t cook!” Mullroy shouted, finalizing the argument. Their audience was sitting on her stool, very politely trying not to laugh. “Anyway, the reason we’re here is to find out if you’ve seen this person.” He handed her the same photo of Will that had been on the news. She looked at it and tried not to look surprised.

“You’re telling me this boy was kidnapped?” she questioned unsurely. It was the same boy that had come into her store, no doubt, but he certainly hadn't given her the impression of a victim being held against his will.

“Yes, and the Governor /is/ upset, no matter what my partner thinks. Have you seen him?” She ignored the eye rolling that came from the other officer and stared at the photo. Should she tell them? Was it just a brilliant act and Will really was in danger? No, she saw the looks they exchanged, there may have been some resentment, but there was no fear.

“I’m sorry, officers, but I haven’t seen them. If they came this way at all they didn’t stop in here.”

“What about the other people in the store?” Mullroy asked just as Billeh exited the storage room. “Hey, you, come look at this picture.” Billeh put on his ‘work’ smile and sauntered on over. He looked at the photo and shook his head.

“Nope, haven’t seen him, just us working girls in today.” he chimed. “The cashier just left for her break too, but I can assure you that it’s been one slow-ass day.”

“I concur!” the manger added. “Not a soul for miles.” Both employees watched over the officers’ shoulders as they saw their newest friends ride off. Both men sighed and turned to leave.

“Well, if you do see them, please call the station right away. We’ll just be putting a flyer up in your window, okay?” The devious adolescents both smiled and innocently nodded.

“Okie dokie.”

The officers nodded back and left, taking their time to hang up the flyer on the picture window and arguing over whether or not it was crooked. The manager sighed and fell back on her seat. “Oh man, that was /so/ unnerving. I could really use some herbal refreshment if ya know what I mean. How ‘bout you?”

“Um, yeah… about that…” Billeh drawled, trying to look as sweet and innocent as possible. “I, uh, kinda, sorta…. gaveitaway,” he mumbled quickly under his breath. Her eyes bulged out and fire blazed in them.

“You what?! You gave away my personal stash?! TO WHO?!” He covered her mouth and motioned for her to cut it because the cops were still outside. She grumbled, but complied.

“I gave it to our new friends,” he confessed. “They looked like they needed it… or at least the hot one did.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “It’s just - I worked hard for the money to buy that.” She laughed sarcastically then started doing a little jig. “She works hard for the money! So hard for the money, so you better treat her riiiight!” Billeh laughed and tossed the boa so that it was wrapped over his shoulder.

“Yeah well, I was so hard for him honey! So I gave him your trees.” They both laughed until it became pointless.

“Okay, slave, back to work! Time is money, and you now owe me.” He saluted and returned to his post by the cash register. She walked back over to the CD player and started blasting their song again. “Good sir,” she purred facetiously, holding out her hand.

“My lady,” he replied, taking her hand, and they began to prance around the store as they had before Jack and Will's arrival.

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“I should have known this was a bad idea,” Ana moaned as she vomited into the bathtub. They had only gotten down to bras and panties before both women became nauseous from the movement. Elizabeth vomited because of her concussion and Ana Maria because of her love of whiskey sours. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay… I should have known better too… I mean, I could barely walk.” She couldn’t continue as she felt her stomach lurch again. Ana Maria had been a lady and had given Elizabeth the toilet to barf into. She had to laugh, “What a romantic first date, eh? The two of us making out, and now here we are… half-naked and puking together…” Elizabeth leaned over for one more lurch and then shakily reached for the handle, flushing god-only-knows-what down into the sewers. She put the cover down, pulled herself up to the sink, and rinsed her mouth and face before plopping back down onto the toilet. She rubbed circles on Ana’s back and waited for her to finish purging herself.

“Oh man… I really need to stop drinking so much.” Ana Maria moaned. When she finished she ran the water in the tub to rinse down her vomit and cleanse the tub. “Sorry for being such a lousy date.”

“It’s okay. I think it was for the best. After all, I barely know you.” She shook her head and sighed. “I should be looking for my brother, but what am I doing? Trying to have sex with some woman I barely know that rescued me from some perverted bastard.” She groaned in self-disgust and put her head in her hands. “I’m the worst person in the world.” She started to cry again, even worse than at the club.

“You’re not a terrible person. A terrible person would have gone through with it and not felt bad at all.” She stood up as best she could and rubbed her newfound friend’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I’m not usually this weepy, but I can’t seem to control it!” She sobbed. Ana smiled sympathetically and guided her back to the bed.

“It’s not you fault, dearie. It’s the concussion making your emotions all fucked up. Come on, lie down and we’ll just watch TV for a while.”

“I want to go to sleep.” She curled up next to Ana and rested her face on the other woman’s chest. Unfortunately, Ana wouldn’t let her and made them both sit up and lean against the headboard.

“Sorry, Liz, but I can’t let you go to sleep. You’ve got a concussion… you could never wake up, and then I’d be friendless all over again.” She chuckled to lighten the mood, but in truth she really liked Elizabeth. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt a strong connection to her even though they had just met.

“I have to find my brother… I can’t die yet, I’m all he has left.” she slurred, leaning against her newest friend.

“You keep mentioning having to find your brother. What happened to him?” she asked, curious and wanting to keep Elizabeth awake. “Did he run away? My brother ran away when I was eight… they found him in a dumpster two years later.” She sniffled slightly, but suppressed it immediately. She felt soft, full lips on her cheek and turned to see Liz kissing her with a sad look in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like if I lost Will.” She started to cry again and held onto Ana tightly. “Oh Gohat hat if he’s lying in a dumpster somewhere? He was kidnapped and my father wouldn’t pay the ransom, gods only know what they did to him!” She was sobbing once again, and Ana Maria held her close. She felt so terrible for the girl. Then something snapped in her head.

“Wait… when was he kidnapped?”

“I don’t know. Before I was knocked out and put in the hospital it had been almost a week I think. Now, I have no idea… he could be dead.” She cried harder, wanting so badly to know that her older brother was well and safe.

“What’s your last name, Liz?” Ana asked, ignoring the girl’s sobs.

“Swann, but what does that matter?” she asked, still crying over Will’s imagined death.

“You’re the Governor’s daughter?!” Ana exclaimed, jerking up in her seat. Elizabeth nodded, sniffling.

“Y-yeah, why does that matter?” The older girl smiled and stroked Elizabeth’s pale cheek.

“It matters a lot. I just saw your brother not two days ago. He’s doing fine—perfectly intact and safe.” Elizabeth’s eyes lit up immediately and she practically tackled her newfound lover. She lavished kisses all over the biker chick’s face, not caring where they landed.

“Oh my Goddess! Thank you so much! I was so worried about him. It must have been fate our meeting. Who was he with? If he’s okay, why hasn’t he come home?”

“Hold on there, Lizbeth! He’s okay, but Jack is still calling the shots. You’re dearest dad launched a full-out man search for my mate, so the gruesome twosome split town.” Elizabeth just couldn’t believe her good fortune. Will was safe. He wasn’t beaten, bloodied and lying in the gutter somewhere.

“Thank you…” she breathed contentedly. She fell asleep right at that moment; all her fears settled, she could finally sleep. Ana was going to wake her, but she remembered in health class they had told her a concussion patient could sleep, but you should wake them every half hour.

“See you in half an hour, baby,” she whispered softly, stroking Elizabeth’s smooth golden locks.

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The gruesome twosome rode along the highway for many hours, only stopping for food and toilet. Now that Jack had Will fully disguised he wanted to get as much distance between Port Royal and them as he could. Distance wasn’t their only problem either. Now that they had lost dear Gilbert’s credit card they had very limited funds. The cash Jack had received from the generous strangers wouldn’t last them long, and they had already used some for food.

‘No motel tonight,' Jack thought grimly. ‘Good thing we still have all that food I took from Gibbs, but the maggot’s not going to like sleeping under the stars.' Jack groaned as he imagined the argument to come and Will’s moist, chocolate puppy eyes asking why he had to sleep on the cold hard ground instead of a soft warm mattress. To make matters even worse, Jack had noticed the storm clouds rolling in over the flat terrain. ‘Please just let us make it a little further.' he prayed silently as he pressed on the gas and made his Pearl fly down the asphalt even faster.

Will had been noticing the clouds as well, and was inwardly dreading the coming storm. He had been afraid of thunderstorms since his parents died. He silently hoped that Jack planned to stop soon. He was getting tired and it had been a very stressful day. He just wanted to curl up in bed with a soft pillow and forget the fact that his sister was now miles and miles away. He noticed Jack taking an off ramp and felt a swell of relief go through him. It was already getting dark and he was rather tired and sore from riding on a chopper all day.

They drove around the small town looking for what Will assumed was a motel or another abandoned home. To his surprise Jack drove over a small bridge and then turned off the road, carefully managing the Pearl down the grassy hill until they were by the entrance to the bridge. It was obvious that at some point there had been a river there, but now the bed had gone dry and there was only dirt in its place. Jack turned off the bike, got off, as did Will, and started to roll it into the tiny ravine. When he was satisfied that his precious Black Pearl was safely tucked away under the bridge he started unpacking his bag.

“Wha-… what are you doing?” Will asked confusedly. He took off his helmet and stood there watching with unbelieving eyes as his lover pulled out a blanket. “We're sleeping here?” Jack could see the trepidation and worry in Will’s eyes already. He sighed and moved over to him.

“We don’t have unlimited funds anymore, precious. Plus, with the police looking for us now it’s better we stay out of sight as much as possible.” He rubbed the teen’s shoulders in what he hoped would be a comforting motion. Will shrugged them off and backed up.

“Then what the hell was all that image changing crap?! I let you cut my hair, put makeup on me, cut my hair, wrap my ass in blue plastic, cut my hair, I FUCKING LET YOU CUT MY HAIR!!” Will screeched, punching Jack surprisingly hard. He caught the older man off guard and he fell backward into the ditch with a very undignified yelp. Will blanched and cringed as he watched Jack tumble.

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, Jack! Are you hurt?” He ran down and started fussing over the older man like a mother hen, checking for wounds. Jack laughed and got up slowly, dusting himself off.

“Only my pride, maggot, only my pride.” Will chewed on his lip and bounced from foot to foot.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think I’d actually hurt you. I mean, you always get the better of me… and I’ve never thrown a punch before. If it makes you feel any better my hand hurts.” Jack just laughed harder.

“That’s because you don’t punch right. You’re lucky you didn’t break your thumb.” He held up his fist, making sure his thumb wasn’t tucked under his fingers, but wrapped around the bottom of his curled fingers. “This is how you make a fist, not like this.” He put his thumb under his fingers so that it was tucked inside the fist. “Hasn’t anyone ever taught you that before? What sort of upbringing did you have?” Will blushed, embarrassed by his lack of knowledge, but made a mental note of the information.

“I grew up with butlers and security men that didn’t talk to me,” Will said shyly, shrugging and looking down at the ground. “I didn’t have anyone to teach me how to punch.”

“You’ve got a sister don’t you? That’s who taught me how to throw a punch, my older sister to be precise. Did her a lot of good against her abusive husband, but not enough...” Jack trailed off as he realized he had revealed too much.

“What happened to her? Did her husband kill her or -…”

“Just drop it!” Jack snapped. Will jumped but did as told, muttering a sorry under hieatheath. “It’s just not something I want to discuss. Now come on, there’s a storm coming and I don’t plan on being drenched, yet again, because of you.” Will didn’t complain, but he stared at the stone ledge of the bridge and cringed. Jack started to move over and turned to see his hostage still looking worried. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “What now?”

“You’re going to laugh at me,” Will moaned, biting his lip. Jack put his hands on his hips and tapped his foot expectantly. Will wrapped his arms around himself and looked rather worried. “There could be spiders under there,” he mumbled softly, blushing so much his ears turned red. Jack held back his laughter and searched the ground for a giant stick. He found one and then ran it over the walls of the bridge and on the ground effectively wrapping up all the cobwebs and spiders. He then took the stick and chucked it far away.

“Happy?” Will smiled and nodded, bouncing over to the blanket Jack was laying out for them. “Your first night under a bridge… this is something you’ll remember forever.” Jack said with a cynical dreamy tone in his voice. “You know, Kurt Cobain slept under a bridge for a time.”

“That was just a rumor.” Will replied, sitting on the blanket and groaning at the discomfort.

“You actually know who he is? You’re so young.” Will rolled his eyes.

“Everyone knows who he is. Besides, I’m a moody teenager, of course I listened to Nirvana.” He snickered and tried to get comfortable, but the clothes he was wearing and the thinnessthe the blanket didn’t help him any. “I’m never going to be able to sleep here! I can barely move in these clothes, plus this tank top is freezing, I have no pillow and I’m lying on stone that might as well be covered by a napkin!”

“I’m sorry, next time I’ll take you to a four star bridge resort.” Jack snapped, digging into his bag for the thermal that had become Will’s favorite shirt. He chucked it at the teen before going back in for some food. “Put that on and stop whining.” Will put the thermal on again, but he was still uncomfortable, and hungry.

“What are we going to do for supper?” he asked softly, wrapping the blanket around himself and checking to make sure no spiders had escaped the wrath of Jack’s stick. “Jack’s stick…” Will giggled slightly, but suppressed it quickly.

“What?”

“Nothing!” Will grinned and leaned against the wall of the stone bridge. “What’s on the menu?”

“Cold canned ravioli looks like.” Jack placed the can on the ledge before going back into his bag for the can opener. Will grimaced.

“Cold? Eww!” He stuck out his tongue and shivered. “That’s gross, can’t you warm it up somehow?”

“Yeah, just let me pull that easy-bake-oven outta my ass and we’ll have a nice three-course meal complete with monkey butt-lers.” he scoffed, still digging for the cursed can opener. Will huffed and wrapped the blanket tighter around his body, fully miffed.

“Don’t have to be such a butthead about it.” A loud thunderclap broke their conversation and Will jumped, yipping slightly in surprise. The skies had significantly darkened and flashes of lightning dotted the horizon. Will whimpered quietly and tried to disappear under the blanket. The thunder got louder and closer. Rain poured down from the sky in torrents. Another particularly loud clap of thunder and Will actually screamed. The stone walls amplified the noise and he covered his ears, rocking back and forth.

Jack, who had been completely unfazed by the sudden weather change, suddenly noticed how terrified his young companion was. He sighed as he felt that odd feeling in his gut rise up and take hold of him, making him do things he would have smacked himself for years before. He forgot the can opener and hopped up onto the ledge next to Will taking him into his arms and rubbing the teen’s back.

“Hush now; it’s all right, just a storm. Don’t be such a pussy.” Will clung to Jack fiercely though and completely ignored him.

“I hate thunderstorms! Mum and dad died during one because of me! I killed them! I killed them!” Will sobbed into Jack’s chest, holding onto his older lover for all he was worth. Jack was speechless. The kid had just dropped a bombshell on him and then begged for comfort. He opened his mouth to speak, but only unintelligible grunts came out. He was about to reassure him that everything was going to be okay when he looked out and saw the hail falling down onto the ground and swallowed.

“Come on, precious, we need to move further back.” He pushed Will down the ledge so that they were more in the center of the bridge, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.

“Jack, what’s going on?!” Will asked, his panic clear. He had tears streaming down his face. The wind had picked up so much it was hard to hear anything over it. Jack hopped off the ledge and moved the Pearl so she was also more in the center under the bridge and then he leaned her against the wall, praying she’d be okay. Jack froze when he heard the familiar, yet terrifying, noise… tornado warning sirens.

“What is that?!” Will shouted, clutching the blanket around him so it wouldn’t fly away. Jack stood up and ran to the entrance of the bridge, looking out at the flat plain, squinting from the wind, rain, and hail. He felt his blood run cold at the sight. A big, dark funnel was heading straight for them. He felt the blood draining from his face as he seemed locked in a trance with the force of nature.

“Jack!” Will’s frantic shriek broke the older man of his hypnotic staring contest with their possible , an, and he turned back to the frightened teen. “Oh, God… I’m going to die the same way they did…” Will cried, curling into a frightened ball. Jack ran to him, took the blanket and wrapped it around both of them. He covered Will with his own body and held onto the teen tightly.

“We’re not going to die, William! Just hold onto me, no matter what! Don’t let go!” Jack shouted as the wind became even louder.

“I’m scared, Jack!” Jack squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in Will’s silky brown curls, trying to remain brave for the sake of his young protégé.

“I am too, precious, I am too.” They said no more, just held onto each other with all their strength as everything grew dark and the debris started to whip by them and out the other side of the tunnel. The last thing Jack remembered was the tornado covering the bridge, a sharp pain in his side and Will screaming his name, then… oblivion...

Tbc….

Oh! Thought I was bad with the nookie scene did ya?! Muwahahahahahaha!!! Oh no! Whatever will happen to Jackie-poo? Will they be okay? Dum, dum, DUM!

So sorry ladies and gents but in the words of Captain Jack Sparrow: “Couldn’t resist, mate.”

Oh yeah, that thing about Jack’s older sister teaching him how to punch is actually how I learned to punch. An abusive husband didn’t kill my sister though, or else I wouldn’t be here writing to you lovely people… I’d be in jail for murder.

Oi… I must speaketh to thine people… in English… *smacks forehead* All right my dears, we’ve come to the end. This is officially the last completed chapter in my arsenal so updates might be slowing up a little because it’s also crunch time in my classes. I’ve got two major research papers to write so I may not have a lot of time to write. Plus I’ve got Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing to finish up too… those poor people have been waiting for over a month I think now for an update so put that in perspective you’ll feel better if you have to wait a week or two. But you have an advantage over them… I love writing this story and I don’t have block for it *knocks on wood*

So I’ll be trying very hard to keep up with it, but just wanted to let you know there maybe some delays. Again, to get an idea of what the hell’s going on in my life you can look up my blurty journal. Thank you for your time.