Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (1/?) 08/22/03

Author: Lydia NightShade

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

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Complete and utter AU!! Ye have been warned! Violence because that’s what my muse craves, Slash because it’s great, senseless swearing because I could make a sailor blush, and shameless use of leather and bikers because *blush* OH BABY!! And I think that’s it…if there’s anything else I’ll be sure to update the warnings…I’m /very/ good at that so feel safe! Nothing horrible in this chapter though!

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.

Beta: Mistaya… the crimson beta!

Feedback: Squeeeee!!

Summary: Jack is down on his luck and needs to make some money fast becaue owe owes some nasty people. He runs into an old friend Gibbs who tells him about a rich kid he’s planning on kidnapping (Will) the plan goes awry and Jack ends up with Will and not knowing what to do. Eventually they end up as a couple but of course this will be a long and hopefully humorous adventure. Not to mention the bad creditors on Jack’s back!

Author’s Notes: This was inspired while on my way home from one weird ass weekend up in NH. It’s a 4hr drive home…well 3 the way I drive…but I digress. Anywho, I saw this group of bikers driving past us in the other direction and one had two guys on it…then it hits me! Jack Sparrow could SO be a biker! If he was alive in this century anyway! Then I thought that Will would look oh so hot riding behind him and well this happen like 15min into the trip so I had a LOT of time to formulate a plot…and I did! So here it be maties. I hope you enjoy. I picture Jack w/the same facial and head hair only a black bandana instead of red sorry ladies!

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


The open road stretched before him as far as he could see. The sun was high in the air and hot as hell itself. It was on blazing hot days like this that Jack sometimes wished he didn’t choose to always wear clingy leather pants with shin high boots. He had tossed his shirt into his bag long ago and wore only his black leather vest with white stitching and of course his black bandana. His sunglasses hid his dark kohl rimmed eyes. He surveyed the landscape and sighed. He had been riding for days and his poor Harley, which he affectionately named The Black Pearl, was in bad need of a rest and tune up. He’d heard rumors of a biker convention in a city that wasn’t too far off. It would be an easy place to hide and maybe dig up some cash. Cash. Wasn’t that how he got into this mess in the first place?

“Well, Pearl my dear, just a few more states and then you can have a nice ol’ rest… how ‘bout that? Can ya do that for me?” he revved her engine and took it as a ‘yes’ when she started to fly down the highway. ‘This is the life!’ he thought as the wind blew his dreads behind him and cooled his sweaty body.

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It was another beautiful sunny morning in Port Royal. The birds were chirping, the breeze was blowing, and it wasn’t even too hot out, a pleasant 70 degrees F. Of course all of this was lost on the teenage figure sleeping soundly in his comfy Queen sized bed. Brown curls peaked out from under the blue comforter and light snoring filled the room.

The digital clock flashed six a.m. and a loud, shrill beeping coursed through the quiet serenity. An agitated, tired groan came from the curls before a hand reached out to blindly smash at the alarm.

“Fucking shit,” he grumbled as the snooze button remained out of reach. He grabbed the clock and yanked so the cord flew out of the socket. “Ah…peace at last! Zzzzzzz…” And he was fast asleep again. Until a loud knocking on his door awoke him yet again!

“Will? Will are you up yet? I heard your alarm, you loser, now get up or you’ll be late again!” A female voice called from the other side of the wooden door. Will grumbled again and buried his face in his equally blue pillow.

“Go away, Lizzie!” he howled, pulling the covers over his head.

“Fine! You leave me no choice!” she announced determinedly. Will heard some shuffling and then a clinking, scratching sound.

“Aw, hell!” he exclaimed just as his door burst open and a very perky, much to happy for six a.m., teenage girl came bounding into his room. She jumped on his bed in her school uniform and straddled his back. “Oooph!” he gasped as her slight, but highly impacted weight settled on him. “I thought I hid that lock pick.”

“Wakey, wakey! Eggs and backy!” she cheered, bouncing up and down on him. Will growled and bucked his hips sending her to the floor. “Ow! What kind of a big brother are you?!” she whined playfully as she watched said brother emerge from his cover-cocoon.

“A damn tired one. I was up until three o’clock this morning trying to finish that damn paper!” he moaned, rubbing his left eye as he scratched his side. He observed her gray pleated skirt, matching vest, white shirt, and small black tie and furrowed his brow. “How the hell are you dressed already?” he asked annoyed at her smile.

“I got up early. I wanted to look extra fetching today because it’s the start of biker weekend!” she shouted merrily. He shook his head and started hobbling over to his bathroom that was attached to his bedroom. “Don’t take too long jerking off in the shower I want to be /on time/ today,” she teased, laughing as her brother flipped her off in the /nicest/ way. “I love you too!” she chimed, going over to the oak chest of drawers and pulling out his uniform. “White long sleeved shirt, black tie, black pants, white socks…surprised he doesn’t have all blue shirts,” she muttered as she smoothed out the slightly wrinkled shirt. ‘Heh, white coat, black shoes, white hat, Cadillac! I do love that song.’ She mused.

“Will, you really should hang your shirts up in the closet; they won’t get so wrinkled and ugly then!”

“Riiiight…cause I wanna look really good for all the hot chicks at school right?” he shouted sarcastically as he stepped into the shower. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You can’t use that ‘Hooray, I’m gay’ excuse for /everything/!” she laughed as she laid out his clothes on the bed.

“Oh, yes I can. We all discussed it at the Fags R Us meeting last night…oh, and you must now call me Wilma, Queen of the Desert!” he joked as he lathered up his hair. He heard his sister laughing in the other room and smiled to himself. “What would I do without you Lizzie?”

“Shrivel up and die I’m sure,” she spoke with mock authority.

Will had realized he only fancied men when he was fifteen. He had been terribly afraid to tell anyone, knowing how his father felt about the homosexual lifestyle. If Elizabeth hadn’t found his magazines under his mattress then he never would have had the guts to tell her. He was mortified when it happened but she just laughed and asked why he hadn’t told her sooner. She didn’t even flinch when he told her. She was always so accepting of him, ever since they were children.

“I’m going downstairs to get breakfast from Lucy. What do you want?”

“Just a bagel and yogurt please.”

“Cream cheese is bad for you,” she scolded.

“Yeah but it tastes gggrrrreeeaaat!” Will quipped emerging from the bathroom with a towel around his waste. Elizabeth covered her eyes and screamed softly.

“Eww! Nakey brother! My virgin eyes are burned!” Will stuck his tongue out at her and shooed her out the door. He hurriedly dressed himself and ran a comb through his shoulder length, dampened curls before squirting some gel on them. He pulled it into a ponytail and made sure it wasn’t bumpy. A few quick squirts of his cologne and he was down the stairs.

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“Come on! The limo’s waiting!” Elizabeth whined as she watched Will dig for the last remnants of his yogurt. He dragged the spoon out of his mouth exceptionally slow and stared at her mockingly. “Butthead,” she seethed, glaring at him. Will laughed and chucked his yogurt container in the trash.

“I’m done!” he announced, bowing to her. She huffed and threw his backpack at him.

“Limo. Now. Why do you take so long?” she asked exasperated.

“I’m an earth sign… we plod along (1). Besides, Strawberry is my favorite,” he admitted.

“They’re all your favorite, asshole!” she shouted, pulling him out the door.

“Hey, Lizzie.”

“What?!” she howled, glaring at him, her pigtails smacking the side of his head.

“Did I ever telu… yu… you’re the wind beneath my wings?” he asked dreamily, batting his eyelashes. She tried to glare at him, but she couldn’t hold in her laughter.

“And you’re my hero,” she replied in the same tone. “Now in the limo, Broadway boy!” she growled shoving a laughing Will into the backseat.

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Jack rumbled into Port Royal, his poor baby Pearl backfiring as he went. He pulled into the closest gas station he could find, the Black Pearl dying just as he reached it. He frowned and dropped the kickstand, grabbing his bag and sauntering up to a mechanic.

“Good sir, tis a fine day is it not?” he chimed, trying not to look pathetic and desperate. The mechanic observed Jack like one would an oddity of nature before looking past him to the Pearl.

“Looks like you could use a good mechanic,” he said flatly, nodding towards Jack’s rundown Harley. Jack followed his gaze and then turned around flashing his most charming smile.

“Aye, that I do… happen to know one that works cheap?” he asked stroking his braided beard. The man looked unimpressed.

“I’m descent and I work on a sliding scale.”

“Wonderful!” Jack exclaimed slapping his arm around the man’s shoulder and pulling him close. “Exactly /how/ sliding? ‘Cause you see… I’m in a bit of a tight spot as it were,” he asked curiously, his smile almost frantic. The mechanic eyed the Pearl and sighed.

“For that pile of shit… at least five hundred.” Jack blanched and twitched slightly. He gripped the man’s shoulder painfully tight and gritted his teeth.

“First of all… /never/… call /my/ bike a pile of shit,” he seethed, “and secondly that’s not in my price range. What’s bad for me can become bad for you,” he threatened. He knew it was an empty threat… but the mechanic didn’t! The man’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard before clearing his throat.

“I mean… for such a fine piece of machinery I wouldn’t dream of charging anything… restoring Harleys is a favorite pastime of mine,” he sputtered looking at Jack fearfully. Jack smiled and shook the man merrily.

“Ah, see! Lady luck truly is smiling down on me today,” he beamed. “Now if you would be so kind as to point me to the nearest pub so I might quench my thirst.” He always spoke sophisticatedly when he got his way. It also seemed to make his enemies wonder if he really was crazy or only acting that way.

“Two blocks that way… your bike should be ready by Monday.” Jack followed the man’s hand and nodded.

“Marvelous! See you Monday,” he chimed and sauntered off to get drunker than a pirate in a Disney movie.

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“Good hustle, gentlemen.” Coach Avery commended to his gym class. It was third period and he had them playing soccer. “Hit the showers.” His class headed off up to the locker room joking and laughing at their follies. “Mr. Swann, could I see you a moment,” he asked sternly. Will looked at him confusedly but nodded. “My office,” he motioned to the small room off to the side. They walked in and he closed the door.

“Did I do something wrong, Coach?” Will asked nervously. It hadn’t been his best day because he was tired but he didn’t think he should be reprimanded for it.

“No, not at all.” Avery smiled and motioned for Will to have a seat.

“I’d rather stand if that’s okay?” Will asked quietly. The older man laughed and patted Will’s shoulder.

“You’re always so nervous Will. I’m not going to bite your head off! You’re one of my best players you know… don’t think I don’t notice you.” He said pulling Will against his side. Will smiled shyly and blushed slightly. He’d never gotten this much attention from anyone besides Lizzie. To make matters worse he’d had a crush on Coach Avery since he’d realized he liked men. He was very attractive, short blonde hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and strong facial features… not to mention a great body.

Will shook his head to rid those thoughts. It wouldn’t help to pitch a tent right in front of his coach! He felt the man’s hand slipping from his shoulder and sliding down his side until it rested on his hip. Was he imagining things or was his Coach squeezing his hip? He looked up confused and saw Avery smiling down at him.

“You know Will… you’re very mature for your age,” he complimented his voice sounding huskier than normal. Will swallowed hard and gasped as he felt his Coach’s hand slide down further to cup him. This couldn’t be happening… could it?

“R-really?” he asked breathlessly as he felt Avery working him through his shorts. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the man’s chest, reveling in the ministrations of the experienced hand.

“Oh, yes. My favorite student by far,” he cooed as he pushed Will against the wall and stroked the young face. He ran his thumb over Will’s bottom lip, pushing it into the young man’s mouth. Will took his cue and sucked on the digit seductively, rolling his tongue around it. Avery moaned and pulled out his thumb to cover Will’s lips with his own. Will closed his eyes and moaned when he felt Avery’s hand reach inside his shorts and start to stroke his growing erection. His coach took the invitation and dipped his tongue between the parted lips.

Will couldn’t believe this was happening. The man he’d lusted after for two years was giving him a hand job in his office. man many times had he fantasized about this very thing? He whimpered as his coach rubbed his thumb over the head of his weeping sex. Avery pulled away and lowered himself down Will’s trembling body. He kissed the bulge in Will’s shorts and nuzzled it with his nose. Will’s knees buckled and he almost fell forward, but the hand on his stomach kept him from doing so.

“I-I-I’m gonna b-be late,” he panted out, not ry way wanting to stop but feeling the need to mention the unimportant fact anyway… he would get detention for this… HELL YES!

“I’ll write you a pass,” his coach laughed as he slid Will’s shorts down his thighs, freeing his pulsing organ. He blew on the head causing Will to mewl. He ran his tongue up the sensitive underside and smirked as Will cried out. “Shhh… you don’t want to get caught now do you?” he asked coyly, flicking his tongue out and running it up and down the slit. Will bit his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle his moan.

“S-s-shouldn’t you… use a c-c-condom,” Will choked out as he tried to remain rational with his coach teasing his throbbing cock. Avery laughed and shook his head.

“Smart boy. But you’re a virgin, no?” Will nodded his head and licked his very dry lips. “Okay then. I’m only giving you head… you can’t catch anything from me.” He instructed as he swallowed Will.

“Ooooh fuuuck!” Will cried out before he slapped his hand over his mouth. He’d never felt anything so pleasurable… not even when he used lotion. Not too mention he was a hormonally exploding teenage virgin who was getting his fantasy fulfilled in broad daylight where anyone could catch them… it didn’t take long for him to cum. He cried out into his hand and fell back against the wall as his body was racked with the aftershocks from his orgasm. He was panting and barely noticed Avery suckling his member until he got every last drop.

He felt his shorts being pulled back up and then Avery was kissing him again. His coach ran his hands through Will’s hair and pinned him against the wall to help support his flimsy legs.

“You taste good baby… eat a lot of fruit?” he asked curiously.

“Yogurt…” Will breathed, his eyes half lidded, he thought he’d promise the Devil his soul at that moment. They rested their foreheads against each other for a moment before Avery pulled away.

“Better go change,” he whispered giving Will one more searing kiss. Will smiled shyly and walked out of the office. He couldn’t wait to tell Lizzie!

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The Lazy Eye was one of the most disgusting, dilapidated cesspools of filth that Jack had ever seen.

“Home sweet home,” he chimed dreamily. He ambled up to the bar and ordered his favorite… rum neat (2). The bartender gave him his drink and Jack downed it in one gulp, before tapping his glass on the table demanding another.

“Might be cheaper for you to just order a bottle,” the bartender offered. Jack considered it then nodded his head, realizing the man was right.

“Better make that two,” he added as an afterthought. “I don’t want to be able to recognize my own feet by nightfall.” The bartender shook his head, but brought the order. Jack paid the man and wandered over to a small table in the corner. He was halfway through his first bottle when he heard the gruff voice call his name.

“Jack? Jack Sparrow?” A scraggly looking older man asked. He had long sideburns that were tinted white and shabby old worn leather clothes.

“The one and only,” Jack answered proudly. Looking the man up and down, furrowing his brow.

“Gibbs?” he asked, unsure in his drunken state.

“So you do remember me, ya scurvy bastard!” Gibbs joked, smiling and offering his hand. Jack took it and stood pulling Gibbs into a friendly embrace.

“How could I forget?! It’s because of you I have outstanding warrants in three states across this fine country,” he laughed, motioning for Gibbs to join him.

“So what brings you to these here parts, old friend?” Gibbs asked, taking a swig from the offered bottle. Jack grimaced and took a large swig himself.

“Money troubles my friend,” he slurred slightly before leaning forward and thumping his head down on the table. He moaned in emotional agony before mumbling into the table, “I don’t know what I was thinking!” He looked up at his friend with miserable, self-loathing eyes before bashing his forehead against the table once more. “I’m so fucked! You don’t even know!” he moaned.

“Get a hold of yourself, friend!” Gibbs scolded, looking around to make sure no one was looking, but only a few drunks had bothered to turn and laugh at the display of utter regret. “What the fuck happened?”

“I borrowed money from some very shitty, angry people… now they actually want it back and I… um… shall we say /misplaced/ it,” he said bitterly. He grabbed the bottle and took several big gulps before he slammed it back down on the table and burped loudly. “Ahh, now /that/ felt good,” he groaned, wiping his mouth with his gloved hand (3).

“If ya need money Jack… I got a nice offer for ya. Sure to pay /big/ too,” Gibbs whispered darkly as he leaned over so they could speak more privately. Jack perked up and listened very intently.

“Is it going to get me killed because that would /really/p mep me out,” Jack asked desperately (4). Gibbs looked at him oddly for a moment before shaking it off and continuing with his story.

“Um, no. But it will cover those creditors of yours and then some.” Jack raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips.

“Sounds good. Do tell!” he cheered taking a swig and looking intently at Gibbs.

“Well ya see, the Governor in this here city is /very/ wealthy,”

“So we’re going to rob him!” Jack interrupted excitedly, slurring over his own words and laughing. Gibbs squinted and gave an annoyed smile.

“Noooo… but he has these two teenage kids… a son and a daughter,”

“We’re going to rob them?” Jack asked, looking rather confused and like he was having serious doubts about his old friend’s intelligence.

“For fuck’s sake would you shut up and let me fucking finish you god damn limp-dick asshole?!!” Gibbs shouted, obviously having lost his last frayed nerve. Jack threw his hands up in a motion of submission and leaned back into his seat.

“Gee, /test-ty/,” he mumbled, taking another sip and pouting like a five year old that got his toy taken away.

“Like I was saying!” Gibbs barked, eyeing Jack angrily. “He has a son and a daughter. I know where they go to school. It would be so easy to just snatch one of the little brats and ransom them.” Jack’s eyes widened and he squinted uncertainly, cocking his head.

“I don’t know, Gibbs… /kidnapping/? That’s a serious offense… I was really hoping more for petty theft… or even grand theft. But kidnapping? You know how mad rich people get when you steal from them and that’s only money! Imagine their /kids/!” Jack cautioned in his gravely, drunken voice.

“Oh, this is nice… the /drunk/ is telling me I’m stupid,” he snapped angrily. “Where did yer balls go Jack? Did the loan sharks take them too?” he baited, knowing he’d gotten his friend.

“Fuck you!” Jack sneered angrily. “I’m in!” Gibbs leaned back into his seat, chuckling darkly.

“I knew you would be…”

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Will entered the cafeteria and scanned for his sister. He saw her sitting in the far corner, eating her lunch and reading a book. Neither of them had friends with the same lunch period as them so they always sat toge. H. He trotted over and plunked down across from her.

“Boo!” he shouted, causing her to jump and screech.

“You scared the crap out of me!” she exclaimed, clutching her chest. She looked up and smirked. “Don’t do that again, /Wilma/!” Will laughed and opened up his bag of lunch. He nodded towards the book as he unwrapped a sandwich.

“Good book, eh?” She nodded and placed her bookmark inside before slipping it back into her backpack.

“Yeah! It’s the last book in the Wildflowers Series by V.C. Andrews. I was just at the part where Cat finds the mud on the rug and is all alone in the house her sister/mother died in (5). It’s pretty intense,” she explained as she took a bite of her apple. Will shrugged his shoulders and smirked at her. She squinted and observed him curiously. “What?” she asked confused, “Do I have food on my face?” she asked self-consciously, reaching for her compact mirror.

“No, no… not this time,” Will teased enjoying the grimace on his sister’s face. “But speaking of intense… I had a rather interesting talk with Coach Avery today.”

“Oh, are you quitting the soccer team? I thought you loved soccer?” she asked disappointedly.

“No,” Will started blushing and leaned over to make sure no one else heard them. “He… he kinda… um… he went down on me,” he whispered excitedly.

“WHAT?!” Elizabeth shouted pulling back, eyes wide and unbelieving. “Are you serious?!” Will started laughing and threw his bag of chips at her.

“Yes! And shut up you twat!” he chuckled at her stunned expression. She leaned forward again and looked at him skeptically.

“You mean to tell me, that babe magnet Coach Avery, who’s built like a god and you’ve had a crush on for the past two years, gave you head?” He nodded and took a sip of his soda.

“Uh-huh.” He smirked. She shook her head and took another bite of her apple.

“You’re full of shit Wilma, that would never happen. You’re just trying to get me back for jumping on you this morning.”

“No, I’m not, I’m serious! It was so cool Lizzie! It was something out of a porno movie or one of those Slash stories you read all the time!” She blushed and cleared her throat.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you aren’t lying,” she commanded, still looking very skeptical.

“I’m not lying,” he groaned looking her in the eye. She gasped and almost choked on her apple.

“Oh my god Will! That’s terrible!” she shouted.

“What? The apple?” he asked, confused.

“No dingus! What he did!” Will was even more perplexed now.

“Why? It felt great! I want him to do it again!”

“Because you’re /seventeen/ and he’s your /teacher/ that’s why! Will, he took advantage of you!” she pointed out angrily. “You should report him.”

“No way! I’ve been drooling over this guy for the longest time and now I get to live out my fantasy… why would I give that up?” he asked incredulously.

“Because if dad finds out you’ll be out on the street!” she yelled worriedly. “I care about you, Will. I don’t want to see you get hurt… a thi think if you’re going to take such a big risk it should be for someone that cares about you.”

“What? So he’s too good for me or something?” he asked angrily, feeling hurt that his sister wasn’t happy for him.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. I just don’t think he’s worthy of you is all,” she said softly, blushing. Will’s face softened immediately. He placed his hand over hers and squeezed it lightly.

“Hey, I’m the one that’s supposed to be looking after you… okay? Don’t worry… it’ll be fine,” he reassured her. She smiled weakly but nodded. She knew he wouldn’t listen to her anyway.

“Just be careful, okay?” she asked meekly. Will smiled and nodded his. “If he hurts you I’m gonna kick his ass!” she scowled before blowing Will a kiss. They both laughed and enjoyed the rest of their lunch.

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It was three o’clock and the students of Maxwell High School (6) were now free for the weekend. The students poured out of the doors and hallways rushing to their busses, cars, and for the richer students, limos. Elizabeth was waiting on the steps. Will had to stay after to see his math teacher about some extra credit. She sighed and checked her watch again.

“Come on, Will! I’m going to miss my T.V. shows,” she muttered to no one in particular. She was completely oblivious to the two dark figures lurking around the corner eyeing her.

“Is that one of ‘em?” Jack asked, still quite drunk. He had finished one of his bottles and was now starting on his second. “She’s a might pretty thing eh? Good breeding… small skirt,” he mumbled nonsensically to a very annoyed Gibbs.

“Yes, that’s the daughter… where’s the /son/?” he questioned angrily.

“What does it matter? Let’s just grab one of ‘em— I’m sure daddy dearest wants them both hunky dory… I like her hair,” he rambled out of no where before he started snickering to himself, “Handlebars!” he then started giggling like a little kid as he took another swig. Gibbs glared at him and smacked him across the face.

“You useless drunk. I don’t /want/ the daughter. I want the /son/,” he growled.

“I still fail to see the difference, mate.”

“You would… there he is!” Gibbs exclaimed, tugging on Jack’s vest to get his attention. Jack lazily observed the yard of teenagers and grimaced.

“I really ‘ate kids,” he hiccupped observing the smiling faces. “So damn happy… pffft,” he scoffed and took another swig of his bottle.

“Would you look at our /target/ you jackass!” Gibbs snapped, snatching the bottle from Jack.

“Hey!” Gibbs grabbed the back of Jack’s head and focused him on the two siblings that were talking merrily as they made their way to the limo. “Ooo, he’s a pretty one,” he commented, sounding mesmerized.

“Yes, he is,” Gibbs agreed sinisterly, licking his lips. “And he’s our money ticket too.” Jack watched them walk over to the limo and felt a twinge of guilt.

“Do we have to do this, can’t we just knock over a Seven eleven or something… they look so happy,” he half whined, the alcohol making him more emotional than usual.

“No! Now don’t go getting all soft on me now. We’ll follow them and the first opportunity we nab him… got it?!” Gibbs was a lot meaner than he remembered, Jack wasn’t sure if he liked the man anymore.

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When Will and Elizabeth got home they noticed another car in the driv. It. It was a gold Lexus with a greyhound hood ornament and silver rims.

“Uck! Barbossa’s here again,” Elizabeth grimaced, “he’s always ogling me when he thinks I’m not looking and he makes me hug him. Yuck!” she spat, sticking out her tongue. Will shared her disgust for the man. He didn’t like the way Barbossa looked at his sister one bit.

“Don’t worry, Lizzie… I’ll protect you from that scurvy nave,” he joked, giving her a peck on the cheek. She smiled and squeezed his hand. Sometimes it felt like all they had in life was each other. They pulled up to the front door and reluctantly got out. Will went in first and looked around before giving Elizabeth the ‘all clear’ signal. They crept through the foyer and started up the stairs to their rooms.

“Ah, Will, Elizabeth you’re home,” their father boomed from the bottom of the foyer.

“Shit!” Elizabeth muttered under her breath. Will chuckled but felt for his sister.

“Why don’t you two come down and say hello to Barbossa. He’d love to see you Elizabeth,” he said, oblivious to the dark intentions of his longtime friend and advisor. Will heard Elizabeth whimper of discomfort and thought quickly.

“Elizabeth has a big project to work on. She really doesn’t have time… but I’ll come say hello,” he smiled sweetly and started down the stairs. He caught his sister’s eye and saw the immense gratitude flash in them.

“Oh, what a shame,” Governor Swan lamented, but shrugged his shoulders and headed back for his office. Will followed reluctantly after dumping his backpack at the foot of the stairs. “So sorry to keep you waiting old friend. I’m afraid Elizabeth won’t be joining us; she has some school project.” Barbossa’s face noticeably changed, he frowned and looked very annoyed.

“You remember my son William, don’t you?” he motioned to Will. Barbossa smirked politely and took another sip of his brandy.

“Yes, fine bra-um… boy,” he smiled. Will glared at him from behind his father.

“To what do we owe the /pleasure/ of your company /this/ time, Mr. Barbossa?” Will asked cynically sweet. “Something here that catches your eye?” he asked with barely controlled contempt.

“Just a friendly visit,” he snapped. Will smirked and nodded in mock understanding. Suddenly the doorbell rang, breaking the tension in the room.

“Who could that be?” Governor Swann asked leaving the room. Will and Barbossa glared at each other before Will finally broke the silence.

“Stay away from my sister you dirty old pervert!” he seethed, his eyes alight with hatred. Barbossa walked up to him, towering over the teen and glared.

“You, are in /no/ position to be threatening /me/!” he whispered harshly. “I have your father wrapped around my little finger. You should watch your back young Mr. /Turner/,” he snapped. He always threw Will’s adoption back in his face. “I have a way of disposing of things that get in my way,” he threatened. Will was about to retort but his father came back in.

“Avon calling,” he laughed. “What were you two discussing?” he asked seeing the intense looks on both men’s faces.

“Nothing. William was just explaining how he has some homework to do.”

“Yes, I was just leaving,” Will snapped storming out of the room. He /really/ hated that man. He ran up the stairs to find Elizabeth waiting for him.

“Everything go okay?” she asked, chewing on her hair.

“Yes, Lizzie, everything went okay,” he comforted holding out a hand to help her up. “Come on, let’s go watch your shows.” She smiled and hugged Will tightly before leading him off to her room.

Tbc…..


(1) I have no idea what Will’s zodiac sign is, but Orlando is a Capricorn so I decided to use it for shits and giggles. I’m a zodiac nut and every Earth sign I’ve ever known always fucking plods along at their own damn pace! Especially the Capricorn males! Uuuurrrrrggg!
(2) Rum neat. I’m not sure if this works for all drinks but it usually means ‘no ice’ for those that were wondering.
(3) You know those really cool gloves you see the bikers wear, they’re leather and the fingers are cut off and they have the circle cut out on top of the hand…Judd Nelson wear’s them in the Breakfast Club.
(4) This is my favorite phrase around finals hehehe I just thought it was funny!
(5) Wildflowers Series by V.C. Andrews is one of my favorite mini-novel series’ ever! And in the part she’s describing *spoiler alert* is in the full length novel at the end I believe it’s called Into The Garden, when Cat is staying alone in the house that her mother… who she found out was actually her sister! Died and they buried her in the backyard and she’s freaking out that she’s not really dead and then she steps in some mud that’s so outta place! Like as if the body itself crept out of the grave! I know it sounds lame the way I describe it but I was reading that part and my friend started talking to me at that point and I screamed and jumped… it was pretty funny… especially since I hate reading.
(6) Maxwell High School. I don’t know if there really is a high school named that but I named mine after Duo Maxwell from Gundam Wing because I love him and that show! It’s an anime for those of you that don’t know. ^_^

Oh yeah, that line “Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac!” is a line from a punk song called Time Bomb… the name of the band is on the tip of my tongue but I can’t get it out! Anyway, I thought about it when writing that line so I threw it in… besides I can see this Elizabeth listening to punk.