Leave Me Lying Here

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

Author: Lydia NightShade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com) airiairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some blood, femslash a little.

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 and Mike

Feedback: I know it gets tiring, but come on! Pretty please with some man-smut on top?

Summary: Elizabeth looks up Norrington online and we finally find out how Will’s parents died!

Author’s Notes: Let’s hear it for Paris and his treasure trail! Hip, hip hooray! Hip, hip hooray! Hip, hip hooray! Cheers for Brad’s manly butt cheeks as well! Poor, poor Hector…

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

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Jack helped Will up to their room, still in his semi-frantic state. He was panicked; it was plain to see. Will couldn’t move very well and it frustrated the biker to distraction. He kept pushing the boy harder than Will could physically keep up.

“Jack, lay up! It hurts… can I have some more painkillers, please?” he begged, his voice strained and tired. He lay down on the bed and started to go to sleep, not wanting to move anymore with his pained side.

“You’ve already had three. Now come on, baby. We have to go—it’s not safe here anymore. We better ditch the card too; we’ve used it for far too long.” Will just whined and rolled away.

“Where will we go?” he moaned, “I can’t sleep under a bridge… can’t we just stay here onre nre night?”

“No! Come on, we’re going. I’ve got some cash left so we can get a roof over our heads and something soft for you to rest up on. But that’s only if we leave /now/!” He pulled Will up by his forearms and started to drag him toward the door.

“Jack, slow down, it hurts to go this fast!”

“You’ll be fine, baby—everything’s going to be just fine.” Who he was trying to convince was beyond Will. The youth knew things weren’t okay. For one, he had cracked ribs and if that wasn’t bad enough they had some psycho after them! “Please just do what I say, all right?!” Will nodded and stumbled along as best he could.

“O-okay… just slow down a little.” Jack decided he’d appease the lad and he slowed his speed by about a pace or two, not enough for Will’s liking. They had stopped off shortly at another convenience store to pick up some Tylenol extra strength and water for Will to take them with, but even that had been so quick that Jack didn’t even count the cash, he simply threw it at the cashier as he walked out the door. Why was he so fearful? Id bed been a close encounter, yes, but nowhere near as terrifying as the tornado.

They hopped onto the Black Pearl and Jack took off at his usual speed, ignoring Will’s grunts and moans of pain. He didn’t want to cause the teen any more pain than he was already in, but he wasn’t thinking about comfort right now, only survival. That man was working for someone powerful—not one of Norrington’s men, but no less dangerous. It was time to stop spoiling the kid and keep things on the down low. They were going to crash at the shittiest motel he could find.

On his daily excursions he had managed to scrounge up enough cash to get them a place to stay. He had hoped to save it for paying back Norrington in a pathetic attempt to keep them safe and together, but he should have known they’d never be safe. There would always be someone that was after the ransom—with what Will was worth. Jack had too many enemies to keep Will safe and be together. Unfortunately, denial is a powerful thing.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Elizabeth sat munching on a bag of Pringles as she stared at the computer screen, alternating between stuffing her face and typing. She had convinced Ana Maria to go to the local Cyber Café and then effectively introduced her new friend to the wonders of fanfiction. Figuring it would keep the young biker chick occupied for at least several hours so she would be free to go about her investigation.

‘FBI, search, James Norrington. Who are you, you son-of-a-bitch?’ She hit enter and watched as the pages flashed up on her monitor. ‘Jesus, it’s longer than the bible!’ She chewed on her lip in nervousness as she skimmed the public records of the mad drug lord that was after her brother. ‘Murder in the first degree, money laundering, embezzlement, fraud, narcotics possession and distribution, assault, unregistered weapons, arson, grand theft, tax evasion, sexual assault, and kidnapping. Well, certainly can’t say he isn’t diverse. This psycho’s after my brother?!’

“By the gods… this shit is /good/!” Ana Maria’s excited voice shouted, jolting Elizabeth out of her panicked reverie. “Woo, that’s hot!” She fanned herself and squirmed in her seat across from Elizabeth. “No wonder you like this stuff so much, Lizzie-babes.” The young girl smiled and tried to pretend she wasn’t worried out of her gourd.

“Which one are you reading?”

“I don’t know, it’s this really steamy femslash with those bitches from LOTR… all this time I’ve been buying Playboys when I could have just come here and read this stuff for free.” Liz laughed, flashing her adorable little smile. “What are you reading?” Her question caused the blonde to balk and she scurried to come up with an explanation.

“O-oh, I’m just surfing… haven’t found anything that catches my eye yet—I’m really picky with what I read.”

“Really? But you’ve been staring at that screen so intently, I thought you had a really good one—you looked like you were on the edge of your seat,” Ana said slyly, leaning on her elbow and throwing Elizabeth a knowing stare. “Let me guess, men in uniform… a certain psycho that tried to kill us both the other night?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about… I’m looking for some good Lord of the Rings fiction—they just don’t have my pairing… is it so much to ask for Eowyn/Gandalf these days?!” She shouted, becoming irate.

“No you’re not,” Ana chimed, smiling smugly and enjoying her companion’s discomfort.

“Bitch. What tipped you off?”

“No one in their right mind would read Eowyn/Gandalf and you told me yourself you only read slash.”

“Fine, so what? I have a right to know who’s hunting the only lovable family member I have left! This man had more warrants on him then Saddam.”

“Yes, but he’s also traveling with Jack Sparrow, the most infamous weasel ever. If there’s a sticky situation… he’ll find a way to weasel out of it!” she said proudly, “…and probably with the guy’s wallet too.” she addedan aan afterthought. “He’s really quite sneaky, although I like to think of him as an opportunist.” She nodded and took another swig of her Coke, belching loudly when she was done. “Ahhh, feels good.”

“That’s sexy,” Liz laughed, “and I looked up your stupid friend too. The schmuck has about the same amount of warrants, only not as severe. I’m starting to wonder ill’sll’s safe with him at all. What if he takes advantage of him, or just flat out forces himself on him! I mean you said yourself he was an opportunist, what if he just uses my poor innocent brother like a cheap meal ticket?!” She twitched and stared at Ana with protective rage and fear.

“You need to calm down, hon. Jack’s not a rapist and deep down,” she paused, rolling her eyes, “Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, down… he’s a good man. He won’t let anything happen to Will. To be honest I don’t know why he kidnapped him in the first place—it’s not his thing, he’s always been a spur of the moment/necessity criminal… kidnapping takes plotting and resources.”

“So what's he doing abducting sweet, generous, protective older brothers for kicks? And why the hell did he have to start with mine?”

“Well, he does owe Norrington a looooot of money. Maybe he finally snapped and went for the big score.” Ana shrugged and took another drink. “Don’t worry, he may be acting strange, but he’s still my buddy, I know him like the back of my hand.” she said, looking at her hand. “What the fuck is that?! Oh… a piece of chip.” She flicked the offending particle off and grinned. Elizabeth’s on-the-brink stare made her rethink her comfort speech. “Aw, come on that was just poor timing! It could have happened to anyone!” She noticed her lover’s eye twitch, “You were the one that bought the damn chips in the first place.” she snapped.

“My brother’s going to die!” she cried, slamming her head down on the keyboard, “Owww!” she sobbed. Ana flinched at the reaction as she got up from her seat and squatted down next to Elizabeth.

“It’ll be fine.”

“I just wish I could contact them. I left Will an e-mail, but who knows when he’ll be able to see it?” The petite debutante sighed and rested her head against her companion’s shoulder. “I really miss him, Ana-banana, we’ve never been apart for this long. I wonder if he thinks of me half as much as I think of him.”

“If you’re as close as you seem I’m sure he does,” Ana said softly. “Jack will take good care of him, you’ll meet again when this is all over, I promise.” Lizzie turned to face her and smiled sadly. She leaned over and kissed her newfound lover softly, enjoying the affection in her time of worry.

“I hope you’re right, Ana, I really do.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The Black Pearl rumbled to a halt in the dingy parking lot of the ‘EL’. In actuality it was the ‘Townhouse Motel,’ but only the ‘E’ and ‘L’ were still lit. Jack didn’t care, it looked like rain again and he just wanted to get out of the open and into the underground as soon as possible. Will was still moaning about the pain, but Jack had to give the kid credit for toughing it out. The youth had only let out tiny grunts when they went over speed bumps and railroad tracks.

“This is where we’re staying?” Will asked, his voice betraying his apprehension. It was quite the switch from the wonderfullgh-cgh-class Hilton suite he had just been staying in for two weeks. This was a shithole. “It’s definitely less conspicuous.”

“I know it’s not very easy on the eyes, precious, but it’s safe… for now.” He got off and helped Will get off the chopper with as much ease as possible. “Just head for the office, I’ll get the bags.” Will nodded and started to hobble toward the main office. It was a series of small little ‘cabins’ that lined the side of the highway. Just as Will got under the overhang, a thunder bolt cracked and it started to pour profusely. He jumped and pulled Jack’s jacket tighter around himself. He hated thunderstorms; they reminded him of that terrible night he lost his parents forever.

He noticed Jack bringing up the bags, jogging slightly to avoid the downpour. “I can take some of the smaller bags,” Will offered, feeling guilty about getting himself injured and causing them so many problems.

“Don’t be stupid; just open the door for me.” Will did as told, flinching again as another bolt struck across the sky. “Scared?”

“Can we just get inside?!” Will snapped, pushing the older man with as much strength as he could muster. Jack laughed it off and stumbled into the reception. A short greasy man in a tank top greeted them.

“Hello, my good man. I’m in need of a room for the night, maybe more.” Jack said in a friendly way. “It’s raining like all of heaven has bladder problems out there.”

“Double or single?”

“Single,” Jack drawled, grinning slightly. The man turned to the corkboard that held all the keys to the cabins, taking off the first onailaailable.

“Room seven, keep quiet, fifty bucks a day, and checkout’s at 10:30am.”

“Whatever happened to noon?” Jack asked, perplexed. “I like to sleep late.”

“Ten thirty, stay later I’ll get my son-in-law to give you a wake-up call,” the man sneered. Jack smiled cynically sweet and nodded.

“Gotcha.” He took the key and picked up the bags.

“I’ll need a name.” The man called, just as Jack was about to leave. Jack turned and smirked.

“Ned Kelly, nice to meet ya.” He turned to Will and motioned toward the door. “Come on, Joe, let’s get as much sleep as possible.” Will rolled his eyes at the names, but didn’t question it. He supposed he should be happy Jack knew something about history, no matter whose.

“You’re such an outlaw,” he snorted and followed his older lover out to their cabin. The storm was in full effect by now and he didn’t like it one bit. He mewled slightly in fear and hurried closer to Jack. “Hurry up with that key would you?!” Will bounced as best he could in nervous energy, desperately wanting to get away from the storm.

“You really don’t like thunderstorms, eh?” He managed to open the door, almost being knocked over as Will rushed inside.

“I just don’t want to be out in one, that’s not cowardly, it's common sense.” He went over to the bed and was about to flop down when Jack rushed over and stopped him.

“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” he screeched. “Here,” he said more calmly, digging out the blanket and throwing it over the top of the sheets. “Gods only know what the hell is on that bed and when they last cleaned it. You never sleep on a no-tell-motel’s sheets.” He spread out the blanket nicely and then allowed Will to lay down on it. He curled into a fetal position as best he could without pain, jacket still on, and snuggled into the blanket. He was dead tired and just wanted to forget the entire day.

“Do you need anything?” Jack asked, heading for the door again. Will perked up, a worried expression on his face.

“You’re leaving me here?! With the storm?! You can’t!” he blurted out before he could stop himself. “Please!” Jack held up his hands in submission and chuckled.

“Relax, little one, I’m just going to move the Pearl somewhere less visible—around the back probably. I’ll be right back, I promise.” Will made the whining noise in his throat Jack had come to love and hate at the same time, but he nodded.

“You won’t be long will you?”

“Only a moment, I promise.” With that he opened the door and disappeared into the darkness. Will sat on the bed and ignoring the pain in his ribs, pulled his knees to his chest and trembling as the thunder roared. He started to rock back and forth, his memories haunting him. He gasped as he suddenly found himself completely sucked into the memory.

A five-year-old William Turner sat in the backseat of his family Buick, coloring a picture happily, his crayons scattered over the back seat. He wore a red shirt with blue overalls and matching red sneakers with white laces and soles. He kicked his feet together in merriment and hummed softly as he colored. He looked up to see his father in the passenger seat, looking over a map, and his mother at the wheel.

“Momma are we almost there, I have to go bathroom,” he whined, making a bright yellow circle to signify the sun in his picture.

“Next exit and we’ll stop, sweetie, can you hold it?” his mother’s sweet voice called over her shoulder.

“We’re making good time,” his father said, looking over the map.

“I can hold it, I’m a big boy, mommy,” Will said proudly, scribbling in some green to make the grass. “I can hold it alllll day.” He went back to humming and not paying attention to the rest of the world. His father chuckled, smiling back at his adorable little son.

“He’s got your ambition, dear.”

“And he looks just like you, Bill.” Will smiled as he watched his parents lock their hands together, his father pulling his mother’s hand up to his lips to kiss it. He giggled to himself and took out the blue to scribble in the sky and clouds. His life was so great. He had the bestest mommy and daddy ever, not only were they taking him cross-country but they had just bought him this cool crayon set at the last rest stop.

Rain started to hit the windshield, interrupting his reverie. He looked out at the vast expanse of cornfields they were driving past and stared open-mouthed at the dark clouds coming in fast. It was so odd.

“Momma what’s all that?” he asked, pointing to the clouds. His mother looked at them and pressed harder on the gas. “Momma? Momma, what are they?”

“Just stay in your seat, Will.” his father instructed, “Honey, we need to get underground, /now/!”

“Momma, what’s going on?!” Will shouted, getting scared as hail started to pelt the windows. “Momma what is that?!” he shouted, pointing to the funnel that was starting to form in the sky.

“It’s okay, baby, just keep coloring pic picture.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine, Will.” his father said, turning to offer a comforting smile. “We better pull over, we won’t make it.”

“Pull over?! Why? What’s going on?!” Will was starting to tear up, the clouds were so thick it was like night, but it was only three in the afternoon. “Momma, I wanna go home!” Will started to cry, dropping his picture and crying into his hands.

“Look out!” Bill shouted as the debris started to fall. Will screamed as tree branches and strange objects started to hit their car. He looked up and saw a large shard of metal flying at their windshield. “Will!” his father screamed as he threw his body across the space between the passenger and driver’s side seats. Will shrieked as the metal fixture gouged itself inside his father’s torso and covered him in blood.

“DADDY!” he cried openly, struggling to get out of his seatbelt. “Momma! Momma what’s wrong with Daddy?!” His mother was screaming as she desperately tried to navigate the car around the flying debris while her husband’s corpse lay half across her lap.

“Just be quiet, baby. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay!” she chanted over and over, the tears streaming down her face. She tried to turn a sharp corner and lost control of the vehicle, crashing into the side barrier. Will was crying and wiping at the blood that stained his red shirt and shoes. He’d never wear that color again.

“Momma!”

“I’m okay, baby. Come on let’s get out of here—it’s coming!” She leaned over Bill’s body and practically tore the seatbelt from the seat in her hurry. She picked up her only son and ran down the road. “We need a place to hide!”

“Momma we left Daddy behind! We have to go back!” Will struggled in her arms, not fully understanding what was happening. Strange sirens were going off all over and he didn’t know why. “Mommy, please!”

“Daddy’s dead, Will!” his mother snapped, her panic causing her to lose her patience. Will looked up to see a large black funnel in the distance, getting closer.

“Mommy what is that?” he whimpered, hiding his face in her shoulders. It crackled and thundered as if the heavens were falling apart, such horrible noises—like a freight train headed straight for them. Mary Turner noticed a small indent in the side of the hill the road was on. It wasn’t much, but Will would fit in it at least. She ran toward it, her only thoughts on getting to the hole. She stumbled down the side and crawled into what turned out to be a sewer pipe. It would be perfect, they could live!

“Momma it’s dark in there!”

“Just do as I say!” She pushed him in and then crawled in herself, trying to move as far back as possible. “We’re safe here, baby. Just stay calm.” Will was still crying, and trying to get away.

“Daddy’s still out there, we left him behind!” He managed to break free and ran out of the safety of the pipe, making it back up the hill before his mother could wiggle out of the pipe.

“WILL, COME BACK!”

Will stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the funnel heading straight for him. He just stood there crying, feeling himself being pushed toward it by the force of the winds. Just as he thought the twirling black abyss of the twister was about to take him, slender arms wrapped around his waist and lifted him up. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as his mother made a mad dash back to the drainpipe. She threw Will inside and then tried to wiggle back in but it was too late. The twister was on them.

“MOMMA!!” Will screamed at the top of his lungs as his mother’s body was sucked out of the pipe right before his eyes. She disappeared into the darkness just as his entire world went black. The last thing he remembered was screaming.

“You okay?” a soft voice asked, touching his shoulder. The sensation scared him and he jerked back.

“MOMMA!!” Will screamed, scaring the bah-Jesus out of Jack.

“WHOA!” he shouted, falling back on the carpet.

“AHHH!” Will shouted, snapping out of his reverie at another lightning crack.

“STOP SCREAMING!” Jack shouted from the floor. “The bloody hell happened?! I come back and you’re rocking back and forth mumbling, then I touch you and ya spazz out on me!”

Will didn’t respond, he was still trembling, tears streaming down his face as the memories flashed through his head. He could still see his father’s dead eyes, and hear his mother’s screams as she was pulled out, calling to him to help her.

“I… I… I killed them…” he sobbed, but he was strangely detached. “I killed my parents.” He looked at the older man with haunted eyes, his voice hallow. “I can still hear their screams at night, see their faces in my dreams, and… and every time it storms I relive that day… every moment… as if it just happened.” He looked down at his hands, expecting to see his father’s blood, not believing they could still be clean. “I can still smell his blood—I’m a murderer!”

“Oh, baby… don’t do this, not now. You know I’m no good at this comforting thing.” Jack moaned, getting up from the floor. “What happened?”

“My parents, Mary and Bill Turner… they died… because of me.”

“Mary and Bill Turner?!” Jack gasped, ‘I know those names,’ he thought, completely thrown off. ‘But from when?’ He decided to contemplate it later, as he soon had his arms full of his trembling lover. Will recanted the tragic tale to him, and Jack actually had to make an effort not to cry himself. He certainly had his own share of painful family memories to pick and chose from. He cradled the teen to his chest and rubbed Will’s back comfortingly.

“You didn’t kill them, precious. It was just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“But they died because they were protecting /me/! If I wasn’t there they would have lived.”

“They loved you; don’t dishonor their memory by turning their acts of bravery into a source of guilt and blame. It’s just not right.”

Will sniffled and held onto Jack’s body even harder. The older man was a great source of comfort and warmth. He closed his eyes and breathed in the biker’s scent deeply feeling a sense of calm come over him.

“I just miss them so much… it hurts to even think about them,” he whispered brokenly. “Why did they have to die?” he whimpered.

“No one can answer that question don don’t even ask it—you’ll go mad.”

“Sometimes I think I already am—especially since meeting you.” He looked up with an impish smirk on his face and leaned up for a kiss. “I’m really glad we met, Jack, no matter what I might have thought at first. I’m glad we’re together now.”

With that he snuggled into Jack’s embrace and slowly drifted off to sleep. Jack leaned against the headboard, dumbfounded. Someone was glad to be with him? Since when?!

He scoffed in disbelief as he slowly ran his fingers through Will’s silky curls, enjoying the feeling of having someone trust him enough to fall asleep on his lap. Admit it or not, he had become very attached to his young hostage in the short time they had been together. The thought of someday being separated was eating away at his mind and leaving an anxious, nauseous feeling in his gut. He sighed and stared out the window at the raging storm.

“And this too shall pass,” he mumbled, watching the display of nature’s fury rage just outside their window.

Tbc…

Sorry this took so long guys! Real life was kicking my ass hardcore for a while. But I’ve created a new group. Yeah, I know… it’s easier than writing, trust me. It’s a site for Keira Knightly fans so if you think she’s hot or just love her acting please come on down because it’s a bit slow right now.

www.groups.yahoo.com/group/keira_krush

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