Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (18/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Swearing, illegal drug use, some blood (injury related, not like a massacre or anything), more of Will crying, angst… oh and I’ll be leaving you all, once again, unsatisfied.

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

Feedback: Get in ma belly! Deedley dee!

Summary: Will learns no good deed goes unpunished and the gals run into a wolf in sheep’s clothing… oh! Lame ass joke…

Author’s Notes: Longest fic ever. And now more of my lotr-nut rambling: WOO-HOO!! KING OF THE FUCKING OSCARS MAN! OH YEAH BABY! 11 FOR 11!! YEEESSS!!! TAKE THAT COLD MOUNTAIN, MYSTIC RIVER, ETC!! KISS PJ’S BIG HOBBITY ASS!!! *does superior dance* AOOOOOOGA!

(Oh, please read my notes at the end.)

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

Special thanks to Mike, my hero! *kisses*

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“Jack! Jack, wake up!” Will whined for what must have been the millionth time. He continued to shake the unconscious outlaw weakly, with no success. The bridge had saved them. It was low enough and just deep enough that the tornado didn’t suck them out, but debris had flown through and scuffed them up. Not to mention that their bag of food was now a memory, it being the only thing not tied down to the Pearl.

“Jack, please!” Will moaned, tears streaming down his face. The can of ravioli had been smacked against the older man’s head, knocking him out cold. To make matters worse, he had a rather large piece of metal stuck in his side. Will couldn’t figure out what it was or where it had come from, but it looked pretty serious… and painful. His own injuries were minor, Jack having covered him with his own body. Fortunately, Jack had kept his leather trench coat on, so it had offered him protection against most of the smaller objects but that metal shard had cut through everything and Will was clueless as to what he should do.

“Stay calm, stay calm. What did they teach me in first aid class… shit!” Will was frantic, completely lost. “His bag!” Will jumped off the ledge and started digging through the big duffle bag Jack always kept with him that seemed to contain everything under the sun. “A thousand condoms but no fucking bandages!” Will shouted, throwing the bag down in frustration and running his hands through his rain soaked hair. He was freezing and it was still drizzling, but the danger was long gone.

“What do I do?” he whispered hopelessly. He looked at the Black Pearl, just staring, wondering if it were actually possible. He looked back to Jack and than back to the Pearl. He chewed on his lip… “Good thing mum’s dead ‘cause she’d kill me for this.” He made sure everything was secured to the back as always before he pulled her away from the wall. “Now the hard part.” He looked at Jack and tried to figure out how the hell he was supposed to get a man almost twice his size onto the chopper… and then keep him there.

He removed the blanket and tucked it away. Now, how was he supposed to move Jack without aggravating the injury? He pushed the older man up into a sitting position, grunting in exertion before wrapping Jack’s right arm over his shoulder. He hefted Jack up and slowly dragged him over to the man’s beloved Pearl and hefted him onto it with the strength of his adrenaline. He slumped Jack over the front of the chopper and sat behind him. The key was still in the ignition so Will turned it. He vaguely remembered his father showing him how to ride a bike as a lad and he’d seen Jack do it many times now.

“Please… just get us to someplace safe.” He revved the engine and turned the handle for the gas. He yipped out in shock and slight fear as the powerful machine jerked forward at a surprising speed, almost knocking him off. He let go of the handle and the Pearl once again became still. Will sat there shaking slightly, his breathing coming swift, panting, appearing in front of him in tiny puffs from the coldness of the air. He heard Jack groan and mumble incoherently, but he didn’t awaken.

“Shake it off, no one’s good on a first attempt.” Will coached himself, shrugging his shoulders as if he could shake the failure from his boHe tHe turned the knob again, but this time much less harshly. The result was a very wobbly start, and then a crash. Will cursed loudly as they weaved about three feet and then collapsed to the right.

He didn’t have the strength to hold up the huge machine, which resulted in them both crashing to the ground. Will took the brunt of it, or rather his right leg did. He screamed in pain as the huge machine crashed onto it. Jack was less secure on the machine and was luckily unpinned by it. It was one less thing to worry about for the adolescent.

Jack still didn’t wake, his injury fortunately being on the left side of his body, so that the metal did not penetrate him further. Will moaned and attempted to pull himself out from under the huge hunk of metal. It seemed the huge chunky soles of those damned boots Jack had made him wear had saved him from what would have been a broken ankle. If he hadn’t been in distress and pain he would have laughed at the irony.

“You and your damned fashion sense.” Will groaned, pulling more, but the dry riverbed had become muddy and wet, with huge puddles dotting the length of it. He dug into the mud until he finally got a grip and somehow managed to worm his way out. “Uuuuaaaahh!” He cried in distress as he freed his throbbing leg. He clutched the appendage and squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for the pain to subside. He was shivering and covered in mud, but none of that registered, only pain. He took in a few shuddering breaths and focused on remaining calm. Surprisingly, it worked. The throbbing calmed to a dull ache.

He didn’t want to think of what might be swollen, busted, sprained, bruised or bleeding inside his boot. He crawled across the muddy ground to where Jack’s prone form still lay and propped the man up again.

“Looks like plan A is out,” Will panted, leaning back against the wall. “What’s plan B?” He looked at the scattered bags that dotted the ground, having been jostled from the fall. Two bags of new clothes he hated, and Jack’s all-purpose traveling duffle bag, full of useless crap like condoms, lube, leather, lighters, and duct tape.

“Duct tape!” Will shouted in his proudest ‘a-ha’ voice. He scrambled back to the bags and searched through it more fervently this time. He found the accursed tape used to bind him so many times and looked upon it with joy this time. It wasn’t a bandage, but if it could hold a car together through five states it could close a wound as well. He pulled himself up using the wall and placed the tape on the ledge. He then hobbled over to Jack and bent down to pull him up. He leaned heavily on his left leg, trying to spare his right as much as possible. He was exhausted from his efforts already, but he couldn’t leave Jack lying in the mud and he needed to attend to the man’s injury.

By some miracle he lifted Jack back up onto the ledge. Once he had him there, Will went back to the bags that held his new clothes and looked through them. He found a pair of stripped socks and ripped the tags from them. They were clean, and could absorb the blood. He placed them on the ledge as well and then found those wetnaps(1) he’d seen in Jack’s bag along with the tape. When all of his ‘medical’ supplies were laid out, he set his mind to the gruesome task ahead.

“Gotta remove that metal,” he said solemnly, clenching his fists at his sides. He took a breath to steal his nerves, getting up so that he was kneeling over Jack before he yanked on the metal shard. It came out with a sickening squish, sending a sharp jolt of pain through Jack’s body and finally waking him. He screamed and lashed out blindly at the source causing it. Will didn’t have time to get away and caught Jack’s fist with his eye. He cried out and fell off the ledge into the mud with a loud thud. His leg felt on fire as he landed on it, re-aggravating the injury.

Jack slurred out a warning to his ‘attacker’ before he once again passed out, not even realizing whom he’d just hurt. Will lay in the mud, covering his eye as his head exploded in pain. He allowed himself a moment of self-pity and simply cried. He was trying so hard to help and nothing seemed togoingoing right. He sniffled and then collected himself again. He groaned as he pulled himself back up onto the ledge, resisting the urge to punch Jack in his side for the black eye he was surely going to have in the morning.

He pulled Jack’s clothes away carefully, exposing the cut. It wasn’t very wide, but it was deep. He took the wetnap and cleaned his hands off before walking on his knees to the opening of the bridge. He let the rain pool in his hands and carried it back to Jack letting it pour into the cut. Jack moaned in his pain and jerked, but this time Will dodged his fist only to catch a knee in the chin. He finally curled into a ball and waited for the fit to end. When Jack’s body once again went limp he decided it would be easier to pull Jack to the rain.

“All this effort and you won’t even thank me when you wake up, you miserable bastard.” Will growled, as he let the rain pool in his hands again. He once again rinsed the wound. Jack didn’t stir as much this time and Will avoided being hurt. Once it was clean he dragged Jack back to the center and used one of the socks to dry Jack’s flesh and then placed the other over the cut. He then covered it completely in duct tape, making sure it would stay closed. Once that was done he used his last bit of strength to trudge back to the bag, pull out the blanket, and wrap it around the older man.

He was drenched, coated in mud, tired, hungry, and cold, but he still gave Jack the entire blanket. He rested Jack’s head on his lap before resting his head against the wall. He used another wetnap to wipe at the small cut on Jack’s forehead and hummed quietly. Whether the humming was to comfort Jack or himself he didn’t know and was far too tired to ponder, but he continued. Before he knew it he was singing softly.

“Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine. Little one, when you play, pay no heed what they say. Let your eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear, baby of mine.”

“That’s really nice…” Jack’s tired voice whispered. Will blushed, and stopped his singing. Jack looked up at him with hazy eyes making the teen wonder if he was really conscious. “Sing it again, Maggie… I can’t sleep… dad’s hitting mom again and I’m scared,” he mumbled, curling up and snuggling into the lap he found himself resting on. Will sniffled and wiped a tear from his eye, and gently stroked Jack’s hair.

“S-sure.” He cleared his throat and continued singing the song his mother used to sing to him when he was little and had nightmares. “If they knew all about you, they'd end up loving you, too. All those same people who scold you, what they'd give just for the right to hold you. From your hair down to your toes, you're not much, goodness knows. But, you're so precious to me, sweet as can be, baby of mine.”

He heard Jack’s even breathing and knew he was finally asleep. It was at that point that Will gave up his fight for consciousness and let Morpheus claim him as well.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Barbossa was sitting in his office reading through the day's newspaper, reading up on how the police as yet still had no clues to Will’s whereabouts or who could have taken him. He growled and threw it down in frustration. Things were not working according to his plan. Will had been gone far too long and now they had discovered that Elizabeth was missing from her hospital bed! Everything was falling apart and he was losing control. He hated losing control!

“Something must be done about this. My plans can’t go through without that little brat and Elizabeth… she /will/ be my wife!” He pulled out a small black book from the inside pocket of his blazer and flipped through the pages until he found the desired number. He then pulled out a second cell phone and dialed. There was a pause before a deep, harsh voice picked up.

“Yes, this is B. I have a job for you… I think you’ll like it.” He waited as the other person asked what it was and how much he would be paid. Barbossa smirked… the man hadn’t changed, any job for the right price. “You’ll be paid generously believe me. I need you to find the missing boy on the news. William Swann. I want him caught and I want his kidnapper killed… the man’s a loose end I don’t care to have hanging around. But make sure the boy is unharmed… well, at least 'virtually' unharmed,” he said snidely and with an evil grin. He truly hated Will. The boy had been nothing but a wrench in his plans ever since the first day he had come to the mansion.

“I’m so happy you accept my offer. Please keep me updated on your progress and contact me immediately when you know anything about the whelp’s whereabouts.” He made plans for exchanges of funds and then hung up. He sighed and leaned back in his Italian leather chair.

“If you want anything done right, you have to do it yourself. I swear I’m the only competent person in the world.” He scoffed at the thought of the police running around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to find Will, when his personal assistant would probably have the twerp in his clutches by the end of the week.

“How I love having money,” he said smugly, before lighting up a Cuban cigar and blowing circles in the air. “Soon I’ll hold all the cards and then Elizabeth, and her money, will be mine.”

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Jack moaned in his sleep and turned his head farther into Will’s lap. The teen had long since passed out and was completely unresponsive, his left hand resting on Jack’s chest. Jack unconsciously hid his face against Will’s stomach and tried to wrap his arm around the slim waist, but encountered harsh, cold stone. The sensation caused him to begrudgingly and lazily open his eyes. He found himself staring at a mud-soaked sweater… his mud soaked sweater… on Will. Why was Will mud-soaked?

“Wha-…” he cleared his throat at the raspy sound of his voice and tried again. “What ‘appened? Are we dead?” He felt his head and flinched as he came into contact with the cut. Suddenly the pain in his side hit him tenfold as he tried to sit up. “Oh… fuck!” he whispered harshly, clutching at his side. It was worse than the massive headache he had and the chill all through his body.

“Will? You alive?” He poked his companion in the stomach and tried not to laugh at the excited squeak he received. “Like the Pillsbury Doughboy. Make the noise…” Jack slurred, poking the teen’s tummy again. Will moaned and pushed the hand away.

“I’m not fat.” he said, sounding hurt. “And don’t poke my stomach, reminds me how hungry I am.” He checked the cut on Jack’s head, unconsciously stroking away the biker’s excess dreads. He loved the feel of the soft tendrils and found himself playing with them. “How’s your side?” Jack shifted so that he was on his back staring up at Will and shrugged.

“Feels like I’ve got a thousand little midgets stabbing me with hot pokers… and you?” he said jovially, reaching up to stroke the smooth face. It was then that he noticed Will’s shiny new black eye. He crinkled up his forehead and frowned. “Who gave you that? What happened? I’ll kill the scurvy knave!” he said seriously, touching the skin under the eye gently. Will released a bark of cynical laughter and took Jack’s hand in his own.

“Well then, punch yourself in the gut, ya jerk.” He watched as the emotions crossed over Jack’s face; confusion, realization and then big, fat regret. “You owe me big time. I was trying to bandage you and you freaking punched me! Not to mention the knee to my chin.” Will added, rubbing his black-and-blue chin.

“Shit, Will… I’m /so/ sorry. I don’t even remember doing that. The last thing I remember is the bridge, and something about monkey butt-lers.” He shook his head and waved his hands in the air in confusion. Will smiled and kissed Jack’s palm.

“It’s okay. I don’t care that much… the pain’s gone, but so is our food bag. The tornado took it.”

“Tornado?!”

“Yes, tornado. You shielded me with your body and got creamed with the ravioli and something metal. I tried to wake you up, but you wouldn’t.”

“How’s the Pearl?!” Jack asked suddenly, jerking up in his seat. He immediately cried out and held his side. “Fuck!” Will helped him up, but felt his stomach twisting already at the thought of Jack’s reaction to the now very muddy Pearl lying on its side. Jack screamed and grabbed the side of his head. “What happened to her? Did the tornado do that?!” he sobbed, covering his mouth in shock, his eyes bugging out. He turned back to Will and found him chewing on his bottom lip, with the look he’d come to learn meant the teen was hiding something.

“It was you!” he shouted angrily, barely restraining himself from strangling the boy a la Homer Simpson. Will put his hands up defensively.

“I was trying to get you to a hospital! I told you I couldn’t wake you!” Jack narrowed his eyes and squeezed his fist tighter, already poised for the blow. He stared at Will’s frightened, bruised face and lowered his arm, taking a deep breath.

“Never. Touch. My. Pearl. Again.” Jack said calmly. Will nodded and released the breath he’d been holding. He couldn’t handle much more pain. His leg was still throbbing and he was having hunger pains on top of it.

“I wasn’t planning on it. I have no desire to ride that thing ever again. It almost killed me.” He shivered violently and shifted in his seat. “I feel like crap! I hate this! Can’t you just steal another credit card so we can have a warm place to sleep?” He was still damp from the night before and he had gone without protection the entire night.

“Oh sure, I’ll be able to make a real quick getaway with a mud clogged bike and a huge gash on my side! Besides, I thought you didn’t like when I did that—‘oh, but Jack that’s /stealing/!’” he whined in a poor impression of Will’s voice. Will scowled at him and edged his way off the ledge gently, gingerly putting weight on his leg. When he didn’t feel anything snap, he started to limp away.

“Where the hell are you going?” Jack called, his voice sounding less sure than it usually did. Will didn’t answer, only flipped him off and limped up the hill. “Hey! You better be taking a piss!” Jack shouted, awkwardly getting down and hobbling after the younger man. He clutched his side as he trudged up the side of the hill and found Will ing ing down the road backwards and holding his thumb out.

“Aw, come /on/!” Jack moaned. “You’re not serious—you can’t hitchhike.” Will didn’t talk to him, just kept up his attempt to flag down a car that wasn’t coming. “No one’s going to pick you up, you look too much like me and people hate me!” Jack called out, starting to get worried. He was tired and he didn’t want to fight with the youth. He wanted to cuddle… but gods be dammed if he was going to admit that!

“I’m sick of you always throwing things in my face.” Will said calmly. “I know you’ve seen more of the world than me and that you’re older and all that crap, but I haven’t had everything rosy either—I’m a fucking orphan!” He was trying not to tear up again because he was tired of feeling like such a wimp, but he couldn’t help it. He was just an emotional person.

“I… I know that…” Jack said exasperatedly, he waved his hands at his sides and fumbled for something to say. “I’m… d’ooohh… I’m sorry,” he muttered angrily. He hadn’t apologized in years, but he seemed to be doing it non-stop with the twerp. “Now stop doing that… I’ll clean up the Pearl and we can go someplace nice, I promise.” Will stared at him for a moment, the only sound between them the rain. After what seemed an eternity to Jack he felt relief flush through him as Will slowly dropped his arm and limped back over to him. They shared a halfhearted smile before Will pulled the older man into a hug.

“I knew you liked me,” he said coyly. Jack rolled his eyes and smirked.

“You know squat. I just don’t want you getting abducted by some other lunatic, getting rapedrderrdered and dumped in a ditch… you know they’ll blame me.” he said, waving his hand dismissively. Will rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“You’re so full of shit,” he said flatly, looking up rather smugly. Jack scoffed and stuck out his tongue.

“Aren’t we all?” Will just shook his head and pushed himself away from the older man.

“Whatever, now go and get the Pearl so that we can have a warm place to sleep tonight and a hot shower.” Jack saluted his young lover and slowly made his way back to his very muddy, but beloved, chopper. Will waited by the road and soon Jack came roaring up the side, muddy Pearl and all. Will wobbled over on his gimp leg, hopped onto the back, and off they soared down the highway.

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“Eww, don’t eat that filth! Do you know how bad that is for you?” Elizabeth’s slightly angered voice scolded. Ana Maria looked up from the candy bar she was munching and looked at her lover, perplexed. “Do you have /anything/ healthy in your arms?” The biker chick looked down at her selection of groceries, still savoring the choclately goodness of her treat.

“Um… Snickers, Twizzlers, twinkies, s’mores poptarts, peanut M&M’s, gummy bears, combos, dorittos, and funyuns.” She looked back up at Liz who was still staring at her angrily. Ana shrugged and looked at her innocently. “What?”

“Everything in there is chocolate, or loaded with sugar! You’re going to give yourself a diabetic coma!” Ana Maria frowned and pointed to the bag of pepperoni pizza combos.

“These aren’t,” she said indignantly. Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

“Okay, maybe they aren’t chocolate or sugar-filled, but you explain to me how something that says pepperoni on the package, yet contains absolutely no meat, can be healthy!”

“Well maybe I haven’t had my daily consumption of red dye numbers five, six, and nine. Besides, I’ve eaten this way for years, I’m still alive.”

“It’s amazing you’re still thin. Eating all of that you should be the size of a house,” Elizabeth sighed and continued to pick out her own foods. “You need a balanced diet, not just junk food.” She picked up some healthy food and other assorted fruits before they headed for the checkout. Elizabeth used her debit card and purchased all their food, though she begrudgingly paid for Ana’s.

“Thank you, pookie.” Ana said sappily, placing a quick kiss on Liz’s pale cheek. “We should go makeup and clothes shopping now! How much of a limit do you have on that thing?”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure Cuba could survive on it.” She shrugged and tucked the card back into her bra for safekeeping. “You know my daddy’s loaded, just assume I’ve got unlimited funds.” Ana tried to laugh, but her mouth was full of M&M’s. Elizabeth crinkled up her face in disgust and rolled her eyes again. “Let’s get back to the hotel you sexy pig, I’m feeling much better now and I’d like to try escalating our relationship again.” She smiled impishly and waggled her eyebrows, causing her partner’s body temperature to rise at the mere thought.

As they walked back toward their hotel, they passed a dark, empty park. Elizabeth noticed a tall figure lounging by a tree, smoking a cigarette and staring at them. She felt immediately uncomfortable, and leaned closer to her companion in order to whisper into her ear.

“That man is staring at us—walk faster!” Her voice was harsh and frightened.

Ana didn’t pay it much attention, but curiosity got the better of her and she glanced over at the man following them. Her confidence morphed into cold dread as she recognized the man. She spun around and practically started running.

“What are you doing?!” Elizabeth was confused. She was worried about the man, but she didn’t think they should be running. Who was this guy if a hardened woman like Ana was afraid of him? Now she was /really/ scared.

“Just keep walking!” Ana instructed, her voice filled with trepidation.

“Oh, Ana Maria, dear… I know that’s you. I’d like a word.” The man’s distinguished voice called from behind them, much closer than Ana would have liked.

“Sorry pal you must have me mistaken for someone else.”

“If you don’t want to talk to me I’d be more than happy to talk to your friend… she’s quite pretty.” Both young women tensed at the last comment, Elizabeth clinging to Ana Maria for all she was worth.

“Let’s just run,” she panted quietly. “Drop all that junk food and we’ll just run for it.” Ana Maria couldn’t help but admire the girl’s fighting spirit, but she knew the man they were running from and he was relentless.

“No, just wait here… I’ll be fine,” she said with mock levity. “Just an old friend.” Elizabeth pleaded with her newfound friend silently, but the biker had made up her mind.

“Now that’s good girl.” Ana snarled at him, but didn’t respond. When she reached him he ushered her into the alley and slammed her against the wall. “Ana,” he sighed. “Ana, Ana, Ana… it’s been so long since we last chatted.” He smirked, revealing a perfect set of teeth.

“Not long enough.” she hissed, trying to push him off. She ceased all movement when she felt the cold metal of a dagger against her cheek. “What do you want, Norrington?” she asked, sticking her chin up in defiance and trying to keep the fear out of her voice. His smirk widened as he tapped the blade against her cheek.

“Still so defiant. It’s annoying, but admirable.” He let the blade dig in just enough to break the skin, causing her to hiss in pain. She tried to jerk away again, but he grabbed her throat to keep her in place. “Now, now, now… be a good girl. Wouldn’t want to scar that pretty face of yours.”

“What. Do. You. Want?” She practically growled at him, still refusing to show fear.

“I want to know where Sparrow is, he owes me quite a bit of money… didn’t you know?” His voice was casual and nonchalant, as if discussing something trivial like the weather or a hockey match. She shrugged as best she could and feigned ignorance.

“Why the fuck should I know what Sparrow’s up to? You should know I don’t keep up with that trash.” she gasped. Norrington tightened his grip, effectively cutting off her air. She pulled on his hand, but he was notorious for his strength and it made no difference.

“Don’t lie to me, Ana. You know I hate that.” He started to lift her up by her neck causing her to struggle more. By now the mask was gone and her fear was quite apparent. “I ran into Gibbs and he told me some very interesting things about your little friend.” He leaned in close to her ear and whispered evilly. “I know he’s in Port Royal. Don’t tell me you two just /happen/ to be here at the same time and not meet up… I know he has an affection for you and it isn’t unrequited.” With thatdropdropped her, allowing her air, but kepping the knife at the ready.

“Go to hell!” she snapped, spitting in his face. He retaliated by bashing her head against the stone wall and snapping his fingers.

“Gentlemen.” Ana looked up dazedly as she saw four brutish men come around the corner dragging Elizabeth with them. She was giving them quite the struggle, but there was no escape they each outweighed her by at least one hundred pounds. “Kill her.”

“NO!” Ana screamed, looking up at Norrington pleadingly. He raised his hand toward the men about to slit Elizabeth’s throat.

“Wait.” They paused with the blade just breaking her delicate flesh. She screamed into the hand of one of the men, her brown eyes squeezed shut. She couldn’t remember being so scared in her life. “Did you have something to say, my dear?” Ana Maria didn’t look at him. She kept her eyes trained on the still-struggling Elizabeth, and the small trickle of scarlet liquid that now flowed down her lover’s pale neck.

“I saw Sparrow. I don’t know where he is now.”

“And I thought you were going to save her life, why more lies?” He was about to signal for his men to continue, but Ana interrupted him.

“It’s true! I don’t know where he is! He left town about a week ago—didn’t tell me where he was going. She has /nothing/ to do with this. If you think I’m lying, kill me!”

“Ah, so Sparrow flew the coop as it were… interesting.” He stroked his chin in contemplation, enjoying the looks of fear exchanged between the two young women. “And what of the boy he was with?”

“What bo—…”

“Don’t toy with me, Gibbs already told me about him in great detail… he’s practically osed—sed—old fool.” He rolled his eyes and turned Ana’s head to look at Elizabeth’s worried face. “Tell me where the boy is… he’s worth a lot of money.”

‘He must not know who Elizabeth is or he wouldn’t be threatening her life…’ She didn’t know what to do. Should she tell them about Will? Would Elizabeth hate her for it? Norrington always knew when people were lying.

“He was with Sparrow… that’s all I know.” There was no need to mention that she suspected the two were involved. That would only give Norrington the advantage. “That’s all I know, now leave us be!”

He smirked evilly, knowing she was withholding information, but he had enough.

“Good girl. When he contacts you, make sure you tell him that I’m looking for him.” With that said, he punched her in the stomach, leaving her there huddled on the street in pain. “Release the girl.” he ordered. His men obeyed, throwing Elizabeth to the ground, but not before copping a quick feel.

“Bastards!” Elizabeth shouted after them, but they seemed unconcerned. She then crawled over to her friend and cradled Ana in her arms. “Are you okay? That was so ballsy… maybe all that sugar did pay off.” She smiled halfheartedly and Ana laughed slightly, but it quickly turned to coughing.

“I’ll be fine… your brother on the other hand… is in for a world of pain if /he/ catches them.” Elizabeth whimpered at the thought.

“If he wants money why didn’t he just use me?” she asked, perplexed. “I was right here in his clutches for crap’s sake!”

“Because your picture isn’t plastered all over the news—the only thing people know about you is that you’re in a hospital bed. Guess you’ve got free reign for a while.” Elizabeth laughed slightly and nodded. “Guess being in a coma can be very convenient sometimes, eh?” The both of them chuckled and started to get up. “Better get back to the hotel… in case they come back.” Ana Maria nodded in agreement, slowly getting up.

“I only wish I had a way to contact Jack to give him a heads up.” she lamented. Elizabeth wrapped her arm around her companion’s waist and kissed her cheek.

“Yeah… me too.”

Tbc…

(1) Wetnap: for those of you that don’t know what these are, and I’ve had some ask already, they are little napkins that come in a packet (kind of like a sugar packet) that are wet with aol ool or some sort of cleaning agent. Usually given to a person eating some sort of messy finger food like barbequed ribs. It’s something to get the sticky crap off your hands so you don’t have to go to the bathroom.

Also the line about the duct tape holding a car together… I knew some people that did that. They made it all the way from Iowa City to North Thumberland PA in a car held together by duct tape… unfortunately they were trying to get to CT. So yeah… didn’t make it all the way. That was a shitty ass day let me tell you!

Special thanks to Billeh for the song lyrics, they are from Dumbo. Ain’t he great folks? ^_^

****Lastly, the whole (#) thing. I’ve had some people say they love them, some people say they hate them, most seem indifferent. So I’m going to keep using them, however! Know that you can read the entire chapter and not have to go back and fourth. What I mean is, I didn’t intend for people to come to a (#), stop reading, scroll to the bottom, and look up what it said. I only meant for those to be something you read afterward incase you had any questions as to what something was because I know not everyone is from the US and I’m not going to assume what we have here is all over the world.

I’m not trying to be a bitch and I’m not angry with anyone. I appreciate teedbeedback… I’m just trying to find a compromise. So please ignore them until the end of the chapter. I will restate what they were at the end so you’ll know what I’m talking about. It all probably boils down to my obsessive, neurotic need to explain everything I do. Thank you for your time and I hope this will make everyone happy… or at best… less annoyed. ^_^


Here’s the entire song if you want it… wow… LOTS of notes on this chapter, eh?

Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part, baby of mine.

Little one, when you play,
pay no heed what they say.
Let your eyes sparkle and shine,
never a tear, baby of mine.

If they knew all about you,
they'd end up loving you, too.
All those same people who scold you,
what they'd give just for the right to hold you.

From your hair down to your toes,
you're not much, goodness knows.
But, you're so precious to me,
sweet as can be, baby of mine

baby mine= title