Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (24/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some blood, femslash a little. CHEESY ROMANCE! OH GODS!

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: Is anyone still reading this? Or have I scared ye all off? Gods save me I’m listening to “Everytime” *runs off screaming into the darkness*

Summary: y’all gonna hate me… but Norrington’s men finally catch up with the gruesome twosome and they are forced to part ways… what will become of them?

Author’s Notes: What can I say? Life bites! I’m trying. I had a brief stint of insanity followed by a short spat of selling knives… now I’m back with no sanity, a rekindled smoking habit, and a bunch of bloody cuts on my fingers… literally! Bloody!

Author’s Notes 2: Oh yeah, someone keeps asking for some non-con Norrington/Will… I can’t remember your name at the precise moment and I’m sorry, remember I’m batty… but I digress… the point I’m desperately trying to make is that you don’t have to keep asking darling because it will happen. It doesn’t happen in this one, but it will in the sequel. I was going back and fourth on the matter, but your prompting pushed me over the edge… *snorts* yeah… like I /really/ needed the push look at my other stuff! Oi… there was something else I was going to say… shit. Maybe it’ll come to me by the end.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Jack sat in the darkened motel room, in the small chair by the window, with his feet propped up on the tiny dinette table, smoking a cigarette. He periodically peeked out from behind the blinds and watched the road, making sure no one was coming. After William had fallen asleep, he had found himself too anxious to join the lad so he had kept a watchful vigil the entire night. His only company being his paranoia.

He took another long drag off his Marlboro Light 100 cigarette and exhaled slowly through his nose. He hadn’t smoked in years, but the stress was driving him insane and he needed release. Given the choice of his favorite coping methods he chose cigarettes over drinking and self-mutilation. The gash on his back from Bo’sun’s bullet provided a comforting throb. He hadn’t bothered to dress it, preferring to feel the pain and thus be grounded by it.

Chancing another look at his teenaged companion he found Will still sleeping peacefully on the blanket. After the thunderstorm let up Will had slept like a baby, not a nightmare nor a whimper the entire night. Jack was impressed; the boy he had kidnapped was growing up and finally becoming a man he was proud to call his lover. He smiled sadly to himself and ashed into his empty Coke can, once again looking out the window.

‘Mary and Bill Turner… gods that was so long ago’, he thought nostalgically. They had been his neighbors in Tortuga—but that was sog agg ago. He could hardly believe it. He was sleeping with the same little boy that used to look at him longingly as he rode off on his chopper, the same little boy that was pulled back by his mother when he wanted to ride. It made him feel sick and slightly dirty, but Will wasn’t a little boy anymore—he was a young man, a very attractive young man.

“What are you doing up so early?” Will’s soft, sleepy voice asked from his cuddled up place on the bed. Jack jumped slightly at the sound having been so used to the silence. Even Will’s melodic voice sounded monstrous in the thick stillness of the room.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Jack said simply, “Go back to sleep, we don’t need to leave yet and you could use the rest—help you heal quicker.” Will yawned and nodded, closing his eyes again, almost immediately going back to sleep. Jack laughed softly at the display and took a sip of his half-filled Coke bottle. He had run to the vending machine and picked up some supplies when he started to feel the need to get up and move around. That had been about two in the morning, now here he sat at six, still unable to sleep even to the sounds of the birds chirping away merrily outside.

‘How long are you planning on keeping this up, little brother?’ He scoffed at the voice of his sister in his mind. She had been dead for years and still he heard her voice as his conscience, always telling him when he was doing something insanely stupid.

“As long as I have to… if it means I can stay with Will,” he whispered to the emptiness of the cold dark morning. He could hear her laughing at him, but he didn’t care. She knew him too well to doubt his fervor.

‘Still a fool, little Jackie, still a fool…’


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

“I can’t believe she’s missing. It’s been two weeks and still no one can find her! Where is my daughter?!” Governor Swann squawked angrily as he paced his study like a caged beast. Barbossa watched him with mild amusement, his own thoughts of loss on his mind. Bo’sun had been so close to catching the litthelphelp, but at the last minute Will had managed to escape. That wasn’t good. Bo’sun was the best he had.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about her, my friend. She’s probably just run off to try and find that brother of hers, when she realizes it’s futile she’ll come back. At least the press doesn’t know a her her missing.”

“Yes that is a relief. I can’t imagine what they would think of my parenting skills if they found out both my children have gone missing and I can’t locate either. How is it that the police are so incompetent?”

“Well they are only paid by taxes. But don’t worry, I have my personal assistants looking for the lad. I wouldn’t want his sexuality being exposed carelessly by some rookie cop and then your fabulous reputation spoiled.”

In truth he just wanted the whelp so his pwoulwould work. He didn’t want Will to find out Elizabeth was missing or else they would be looking for each other and that would be too dangerous. Controlling Will was the only way to control Lizzie, and she was his only key to the Governor’s fortune.

‘Why are great things always complicated?’ he sighed mentally, watching Meriwether flail about the office, looking important but actually accomplishing nothing. ‘I look forward to disposing of this one—useless old bastard.’

“I just don’t understand why she’s punishing me like this. I’ve only ever given her whatever she’s wanted! Whenever she asked for it! Maybe that was the problem?”

Barbossa snapped out his thoughts with a snort of tiredness and tried to cover it up. “Hm? Oh, yes… we’ll find him, don’t worry.”

“I hope so… I can’t be ruined by this! I just can’t!”

Barbossa rolled his eyes. ‘Stupid fool.’

*~*~*~*~*~*

“Wow, you’ve got some amazing clothes in here,” Elizabeth exclaimed as she held up a leather mini-skirt to her waist in the full length mirror of their La Quinta (1) hotel room.

“You’d look amazing in that—try it on.” Ana said, feeling her body temperature rising simply at the thought of Elizabeth in the skimpy clothes.

“Yeah? You wouldn’t mind?” Ana Maria shook her head, grinning at the younger girl’s excitement. “Cool! I’ll be right back!” she squealed as she grabbed a few more items and then ran into the bathroom. Ana laughed at her lover’s zest and went back to her book. It was nice to see Elizabeth thinking about something besides her brother for once. Twenty minutes went past before Elizabeth emerged and turned down the light.

“Well? What do you think, lover?” she purred, placing her hand on her hip and tilting her head back in triumph. Ana dropped her book and her jaw as she stared at the temptress that had emerged from the bathroom. Elizabeth was wearing the mini-skirt with a black gauze top that had flowing sleeves that covered only her breasts and exposed her abs and pierced navel, her eyes were complimented by dark kohl and she wore thigh-high leather boots with thick soles.

“Guh… huh?” Ana fumbled over her words, staring at the younger woman with desire in her eyes. Elizabeth smiled and sauntered over to her, a predatory gleam in her eyes. She crawled onto the bed, straddling Ana’s hips and leaning in close. Ana Maria’s eyes fluttered shut as she took in Elizabeth’s scent—strawberries—and felt the soft full lips brush her own. She reached up and pulled Lizzie closer, covering the distance between their lips. Elizabeth rubbed her body against Ana’s enjoying the friction and the moans it caused to come from the older woman.

“You’re too beautiful,” she purred, running her hands up Elizabeth’s thighs and under her skirt. She grinned when she found the lacy black panties on the younger girl’s firm ass. “Wearing my underwear too?” Elizabeth smiled.

“Well I came here with only the clothes on my back,” she said, licking at Ana’s lips. “Let’s go out—just the two of us.” Ana groaned and reached between Elizabeth’s thighs, causing the blonde to squeal in delight.

“I’d rather stay in.” She moved her fingers upward, smiling suggestively. Elizabeth gasped slightly, but held strong.

“Come on, it’ll be fun… then after we’ve worked up a sweat we can come back here and…” she traced Ana’s lips with her tongue, “...fornicate.” Ana rolled her eyes, but nodded.

“Fine. I guess it would be fun to show you off—you do look too good to keep all to myself… well—you know what I mean.” She waved her hand and shook her head, too turned on to make sense. Lizzie smiled and climbed off the older girl, happy as a clam.

“Yay! Let’s go to that club where we first met, I’d love to see that asshole again and fuck him up.” Ana laughed and nodded.

“To Second Skin then!”

*~*~*~*~*~*

“I’ve found them, sir. It’s been difficult because Sparrow keeps running, but we’ve finally tracked them down.” Twigg paced back and fourth watching Kohler speaking to Norrington. He bit his nails in trepidation hoping Norrington wouldn’t be too angry that it had taken them this long. While Jack and Will stayed at the Hilton there hadn’t beenoppoopportunity to strike because Jack never let the teen leave the safety of the hotel, then they had disappeared, but now they were in plain sight again, and they were running. Jack was scared—that would make their boss happy.

“Well done. I was beginning to think I needed to hire new thugs. I’m rather disappointed, but I won’t dwell on it… I tend to get very angry when I do,” Norrington said, his barely contained rage apparent in his voice as he squeezed his stress bal har hard it popped. He smirked as he heard Kohler gulp before proceeding. “Bring me the boy and I’ll let this slide. I want to meet him. Once you get him, bring him to the old meeting place on Park Street. I’ll fly in and meet you.”

“What about Sparrow?” There was a pause.

“Kill ‘im.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” Kohler hung up and shoved the phone back in his pocket. “He’s not happy, but we better not fuck this up or it’s our heads.” Twigg nodded. “On the upside we get to kill Sparrow.” They both grinned maliciously, nodding their heads as the bloodlust spread through their bodies.

“I’ll get the men ready; we might as well get them now.” Kohler nodded as Twigg disappeared around the corner.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Will walked up and down the aisles of the Seven-Eleven (2) looking for the painkillers and something that wasn’t chemical soaked and cream-filled to eat. Jack had insisted they keep moving so they had checked out at ten o’clock on the dot just like the greasy manager wanted. His ribs felt a little better, but not much. He had been popping painkillers like Tic-Tacs all day because of the constant jostling from riding on the back of a chopper. It had not been a good day for him. He held his torso as he went, wincing slightly from the pain. He looked up and saw Jack slyly pocketing items as he went down the rows pretending to browse, but very discreetly checking to make sure no one was watching. Will sighed and shook his head. He had committed more illegal acts since meeting Jack than most people had in a lifetime.

He also noticed that Jack was still taking intermittent paranoid looks outside. Will thought it was rather stupid. What were the odds that Bo’sun would find them again? He was just some random guy looking for the reward money, and, yes, it was scary as all hell, but it was over. He found the painkillers and smiled in relief, picking them up and cradling them to his chest as if they were made of some precious metal.

“I’ve got them,” he called out victoriously, waving the tiny bottle over the top of the aisle to get Jack’s attention. “I’ll meet you up at the counter.”
Jack nodded and watched Will walking up, smiling slightly as he watched the teen shuffle along. He felt terrible that the kid was in pain, but Will was just so adorable in his baggy black t-shirt and pants.

‘Maybe I could let him wear baggy clothes more often,’ he thought, then pursed his lips, “Mmm, naaahhhh…” The sound of multiple motorcycles in the vicinity drew his attention outside to reveal several men getting off their choppers and heading for the store. Jack felt a chill run down his spine as he recognized them as Norrington’s men and saw them draw their semi-automatics.

“One percenters… (3) Will get down!” he shouted, dropping the soda he had and running for his companion. Will turned slowly, confused, just as Jack impacted with him hard, knocking them both to the floor. Will cried out in pain just as the strangers started firing, shooting up the aisles and the cashier. Jack covered Will with his body as the bullets flew over their heads, popping packages and spilling liquids as they blasted through the merchandise. Will screamed and covered his head as he saw the cashier blown away in a spray of bullets. They were protected by the rows, but it wouldn’t take long for Norrington’s thugs to find them.

“Make for the back door, precious,” Jack urged, trying to remain calm. Will shook his head, tears of fear glistening in his eyes. “Do it or they’ll find us!” Will nodded and started to crawl toward the back entrance, Jack not far behind him. “Faster, faster, faster!” Jack mumbled as Will faltered and fell.

“My ribs are killing me,” he whispered back as Jack pulled him back up to his hands and knees.

“Your ribs or those men—choose! Because one of them’s gonna kill our asses!” Will swallowed his pain and crawled faster. They made it to the door before Twigg and Kohler spotted them.

“There they are! Get ‘em!”

“GO!” Jack shouted, practically throwing Will through the doorway. A barrage of bullets rang out, almost hitting Jack, as they ran through, slamming the door behind them.

“Don’t hit the kid!” Kohler barked angrily, punching the nearest man. “Norrington wants him alive you morons.”

“Where are we going? The Pearl’s on the other side,” Will panted as Jack forced him to keep running once they were outside.

“Yes, and so are the rest of their gang, we need to hide!” Jack pulled him across the street to the first vacant store he could find. It was midnight in the middle of east-bum-fuck where could they hide, the cornfields?

“Wal-Mart?” Will asked, unsure. “How will we get in?”

“Where there’s a window there’s a way I always say,” Jack said distractedly as he used his own gun to shoot the lock to the back door. He could hear their attackers gaining on them, being aided by choppers and reinforcements. “Here’s the plan, we split up. They can’t find us both in here. As soon as you see an opening, get as far away as possible. I’ll try to lead them away, or at least take a few of them out and then I’ll come find you later.” Will shook his head, fear clouding his eyes at the thought of separation.

“What if they kill you?! I don’t want you dying because of me—please. Let’s stay together!” Jack shook his head and pulled Will away from the entrance as he heard the choppers stopping.

“You have to. I’ll be fine.”

“I can’t leave you!” Will whispered, a tear falling down his face. Jack felt his own eyes burning at the thought of never looking into those beautiful brown eyes again. “Please don’t—” Will was cut off by Jack’s lips pressed passionately against his own. He could feel moisture on his cheek and realized Jack was crying too, but couldn’t believe it.

“I will find you,” he breathed. They parted just as the men entered the store. Jack pushed Will behind a clothing rack and ran in the opposite direction, knocking over merchandise as he went. Will backed up and hid under the clothing as he watched the men file in and follow Jack’s trail. He could feel his heart breaking and had to cover his mouth to hold in the grief he feltwatcwatching his lover sacrifice so much for him.

“Split up and find them, boys. They can’t go far.” Kohler ordered, a sly grin on his face.

“Like a bird in a cage…”

Tbc…


Muwahahahaa! How many of you want my blood now? I know, evil, but I’m tired and I want to go to bed. Oh and Sara, I listened to Tea Party: Walking Wounded whilst writing this. ^_^


(1) La Quinta: the lovely motel my buddy and I stayed at whilst in Florida. They’re actually pretty nifty. The bathroom is weird in that the sink is in the other room, but hey, free coffee in the lobby! I turned their towels pink with my hair! Sorry housekeeping!
(2) 7/11: It’s a Convenience Store here in the States. I don’t know if they’re nation wide, but basically you can get any sort of food that’s bad for you, ciggies, milk, soda, and then the bare necessities like bread, combos and chocolate.
(3) One Percenters: Okay, this is a bit of Biker History. *grins* Anyhoo, when Harley’s first came out they had a pretty bad rap, or at least Bikers did in general because everyone thought Bikers were these mean, nasty criminals… like pitbulls! So one of the big companies put out an ad or something that said only about 1% of Harley owners were actually outlaws. So since then all the outlaws have been called one percenters. Get it? *shrugs* I don’t know… I thought it was cool so I worked it in. ^_^