Leave Me Lying Here

Okay I am REALLY sorry about this being so long. I've had this chapter done for a while, but with all the troubles with the site I haven't been able to even access it for months! I'm very very very sorry, but there was nothing I could do. On that note, I would like to announce my own writing LJ. www.livejournal.com/users/night_writes If that link doesn't work then just go to the livejournal homepage and put night_writes into the SEARCH section and it should come up. Now that I've said this that site will probably crash too, but I tried! I can't build a webpage to save me life, but I can do a livejournal. So go and the updates will always be there even if this site is going poo-poo again. And now! what you all want, the chapter!

Oh yeah! THANK YOU SOOOOOOOO VERY VERY VERY VERY MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVELY REVIEWS! I APPRECIATE IT MORE THAN I CAN EXPRESS AND I'M SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG! *hugs all her reviewers*

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (27/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some blood, oh the sappy romance… how very, very sticky.

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’m putting a little “competition” at the end of this chapter: details at bottom, no purchase necessary. Winner gets spoilers for the next chapter. ^_~

Summary: More completely farfetched and yet somehow believable action/adventure for our boys, then some tender lovin', and then the inevitable heartbreaking cliffhanger. *grins*

Author’s Notes: Yes, lads and lasses, we are winding down. There won’t be any more Norrington in this story, at least not any direct intervention… at least I think. I’m saving my major issues with him for the sequel. Don’t worry I will tell you all when it’s the ACTUAL last chapter. So just because it’s a big cliffie and seems like it’s all over don’t jump to conclusions until I say “okay, it’s done!”

Author’s Notes 2: Believe it or not, Jewel: Foolish Games… has been a tremendous help in writing this story. I have no idea why, but when I really listened to the words… it kinda makes sense. Except Will doesn’t play the guitar, but I could picture him singing that… if he could sing and I could actually imagine a man singing that song which I can’t… so yeah… My secret is out, my dirty, dirty secret *lips quiver before bursting into tears* I LIKE JEWEL!!! OOOOOHHH HO HO HO!! IT’S TRUE!!! *squeals sadly*
Okay I’m over it.

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“Eureka!” Jack shouted as he watched the chain fall to the floor. Will sat on the bed, trembling from the after effects of just having his foot almost blown off, before the sound of angry shouting snapped him out of it.

“Come on!” Jack grabbed the teen by the hand and pulled him towards the door. Keeping the teen behind him, Jack glanced out to check the hallway. Suddenly Will’s hand was wrenched from him and a gasp from the teen broke the silence. “The fuck?” Jack said, turning to find Grapple standing behind him, blood streaking down the side of his face and a struggling William in his arms.

“Let him go!” Jack ordered, and pointed his pistol at the ugly bastard, a full grin on his face. There was nothing preventing him from shooting this asshole now.

“Drop it or I’ll cut his throat,” Grapple threatened, holding a small hunting knife under Will’s chin and ceasing the teen’s struggles. Jack snarled in anger, but lowered his gun. “You get to watch now. I bet you’ll get off on it too.”

“Not all of us are psycho like you, asshole.” Jack hissed, hearing the men coming towards the small room. Will heard them too and took advantage of Grapple's momentary distraction, shoving an elbow into the taller man's ribs which caused him to jackhammer forward and knock Will to the floor in the process.

“Jack, run!” he screamed, trying to get up, blood welling from the small cut on his neck.

“Not without you,” Jack said sternly, moving to help the teen.

“Don’t be stupid! They won’t kill /me/, now RUN!”

“Little asshole!” Grapple snarled, punching the kid at the base of his neck and knocking Will down once again. Jack took a step forward to help, but Will gasped out urgently.

“Get out of here! JUST RUN!”

The two lovers locked eyes for a moment, each wordlessly communicating what was in their hearts.

“I… I…” Jack muttered.

“It’s fucking Sparrow! Get him!” Jack heard Twigg’s voice say, semi-astonished. Jack snapped out of his reverie. He had to get out of here. With one more longing look at Will he flew out the door and into the back rooms of the old building, ducking into a few nooks and crannies he knew no one else knew about. “After him! I want him now!” Kohler shouted from behind his minions.

“You think that was pretty smart don’t you, brat?” Grapple taunted, yanking Will’s head up by the hair. “Don’t be so sure we /won’t/ kill you,” he threatened, running his blade up the youth’s neck. He heard Will's panicked breathing and smiled to himself, there was the fear that turned him on so much.

“Grapple, what the fuck did I tell you?! Get off him!” Kohler’s angry voice commanded from the doorway. The would-be rapist grumbled, but followed orders, pulling Will up with him. Kohler came over and grabbed the teen by his forearm, smiling sadistically. “I don’t know why, but for some reason you seem to mean a whole lot to Sparrow.” Will cringed and tried to pull free without success. He was dragged out of the small room and into the main bar area.

“Where are you taking me?” Will asked as bravely as he could, still trying to escape. Kohler only smirked over his shoulder before turning forward, still dragging Will behind him, Grapple bringing up the rear. They entered the bar and Will gasped, his eyes nearly jumping from his head as he saw the noose hanging from one of the rafters. Kohler looked back at the youth’s suddenly pale face and smiled evilly.

“You know what they say, to catch the early bird you have to have the worm…” he looked to his men, forcibly shoving Will in their direction. “String him up. We’re fishing for sparrows.”

“No! Let go of me! I don’t know where Jack is! I don’t know why he keeps coming after me! Stop!” Struggling for all he was worth, Will desperately tried to escape the men’s harsh hands, but to no avail. His face grew pale and his eyes stared openly at the noose that was awaiting him. He had never expected them to try and kill him. Wasn’t he their meal ticket?

All of his questions came to a halt as$he was forced to stand under the thick rope. His hands were once again bound behind his back, the men holding him still, their sweaty bodies pressed close to his to prevent his weakening struggles. Once he was bound, they released him and the noose was lowered and placed around his neck Will was pathetically trying to hold onto his calm, his breathing erratic and eyes wide with panic. When the rope tightened around his neck, Will couldn’t stop the lone tear of panic that escaped his eye. Was this how he was going to die?

Kohler approached the trembling teen, laughing slightly at Will’s wobbling legs and quivering lip. Will was trying to hold it together, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. Leaning down to look the teen in the eye, Kohler smirked and ran his hand down the side of Will’s face and wiped away the stray tear. Will's watery eyes followed the older man's every move, silently begging for his life.

“Bring me the old microphone from the karaoke bar,” Kohler stated plainly, still looking Will in the eye. Twigg quickly jogged over to the small stage in the corner, dusted off the old equipment and turned on the electrical device. Once it was brought to Kohler he took the small cone and held it up to Will’s lips. The teen’s heavy breathing echoed throughout the old bar, making the youth flinch nervously.

“Getting a hard on just listening to ‘im breathe,” Grapple laughed, gripping his leather-clad crotch. Will scowled at the pervert, sniffling slightly. He wanted to scream for the bastard to ‘fuck off’, but he was far too scared.

“Shut. Up.” Kohler rubbed to microphone against Will’s lips, chuckling at the tiny mewls that escaped. It was obvious the teen was cracking, hell, Will could hardly stand up straight from the pain in his ribs, adding on the threat of death and his near rape, Kohler would have bet his life Will was ready to do anything for the promise of a warm bed and some painkillers.

“Just help us catch him and this all goes away, kid. We don’t want to kill you,” he said in a friendly voice, looking Will in the face and gently rubbing the teen’s neck. “All we want is for you to call him out. We know he’ll come running if you ask him to. I bet you could even get him to surrender. All it takes is three little words: ‘Save. Me. Jack.’ and all this will go away.”

Will hiccupped into the microphone, not sure what he should do. He knew he couldn’t really trust them, even if he could… how could he do that to Jack? The man had taken a bullet for him, showed him that touch wasn’t always a bad thing, and most importantly, showed him that there was a world much bigger and greater out there than Port Royal and his family and that there was acceptance out there if you looked for it. How could he betray all that? What kind of life would be worth living if he betrayed the only person, besides Lizzie, who had ever really cared for him?

“No.” His voice was shaky and he barely got the word out, but he had said it and that was all that really mattered. Kohler frowned and leaned back. This was not going as he had planned.

“Pull it.” Without further instruction one of the more burly bikers pulled on the rope attached to Will’s neck, lifting him up just an inch. Will squirmed and struggled for air, but held it together. Was this the end or just an intimidation? Just as he thought he would lose consciousness they dropped him, allowing his feet to touch the floor once again. Kohler laughed as Will coughed and struggled to breathe once again. “Ready to cooperate now?” he sneered.

“Fuck… you…” Will panted, gasping for air. Kohler growled and instructed his men to pull Will up again. As the teen kicked his legs and strangled, Kohler took the microphone and cleared his throat.

“Oh Jaaaack. Jackie boy. I know you’re out there, and I know you’re watching. I’m sure this can’t be easy, watching this poor innocent kid struggle for life just because you’re too chickenshit to give yourself up. Do the right thing, Jackie,” he taunted, “and show your ugly face. I’m sure Norrington will go easy on you.”

“D… Don’t… do it… Jackkkkahhh,” Will sputtered as his vocal cords pinched closed. His face was turning red and tears squeaked out of his eyes. Kohler turned back to Will, a sadistic look on his face.

“So, he finally speaks. Did you hear that Jack? He’s loyal to you to the end, and this is how you repay him? That’s cold, man.”

All of them looked up to the rafters and the old balcony used by the owner to check on the bar back in the days when it was a hot place to be. If Jack was still in the building he would be up there. They never noticed the biker crawling around in the shadows.

‘I’ll get you mother-fuckers… I’ll kill all of you.’ Jack chanted in his mind over and over as he crawled to the old storage closet. When he worked under Norrington, he often came to this place, at the man's orders, to hide illegal merchandise or anything else they didn’t want to cops to find. That included large amounts of explosives and petrol. Just as he had expected when he opened the rickety old door, Jack saw there were plenty of metal tins reeking with destructive possibilities.

With great care the sneaky fugitive uncapped the barrels and gently lowered them to the ground, spilling the flammable liquid all over the old wood, soaking the entire top floor in gasoline. He saved one barrel and rolled it over to the edge as stealthily as possible, all the time trying to ignore the taunts coming from bellow and the strangled breaths of his lover. They had lifted and lowered Will about three times now and the teen still hadn’t called out for him. Jack had to admit he was proud.

Leaning over the edge he could see Will’s scrunched up form on the floor, Kohler leaning over him and saying something unintelligible. Will already had a prominent red mark all around his neck and his face was flushed. Jack felt terrible, but he couldn’t do anything… not until the opportune moment. When Kohler put the microphone up to Will’s mouth so that Jack could hear the strangled coughs and sobs, Jack actually had to cover his ears rather than hear Will trying to keep things together despite the tremendous pain he must have been in.

“Last chance, Jack.” Kohler’s voice echoed throughout the compound. “Either give up or watch the brat hang. I’m not letting him down this time.” With that he signaled his men and Will’s battered body was once again yanked into the air. Will was barely struggling anymore, gasping on the end of the rope like a fish pulled out of water, he looked utterly helpless. This was Jack’s opportune moment. Taking aim he /very/ carefully lined up with the rope. If he timed things right he would be able to shoot the rope, which would free Will and cause a commotion, then he could light the fire and throw the barrel over the edge at the same time. With all the chaos it would be easy to swing down to the lower level, grab Will, and be gone before the assholes even knew what hit them… theoretically…

‘I really must be crazy… Sane people don’t do this… sane people knit and play cards on the weekends, not blow up old gang hideouts and rescue their gay lovers from a band of berserk bikers!’ He took one more moment to aim and then fired. Just as he expected, it cut the rope in half, dropping Will to a crumpled heap on the floor and causing a commotion amongst his foes. Without thought for his own safety, Jack threw a match down on the soaked wooden floor causing it to erupt into flames almost instantly. He heard the calls from below and smiled. Next he kicked over the barrel he had saved, throwing down his Zippo along with it. The splatter of the fluid made for a lovely firewall all around the large barroom.

“He’s up there, get him!” came an order, followed shortly by blind panic.

“Holy fuck, fire!”

“Get out before it reaches the booze supply!” Jack watched as they scrambled, crawling up onto the railing to avoid the flames. He saw Will lying on the ground, mostly motionless and completely forgotten… just as planned.

“Well, fuck… you’d almost think I wasn’t winging it!” he scoffed, rubbing his gloved hands together as he prepared for his jump. There were a lot of beams, some of them still had ropes on them from where lights were hung or rather large ceiling decorations. He could do it! …Probably!

“Fear is for the weeeeaaakk!!” he screamed triumphantly as he took a flailing leap off the railing and aimed for one of the many cords hanging from the rafters. From the floor, Will lay half conscious and bleeding, watching the entire ordeal. He saw Jack emerge as a phoenix from the fire, a noble spirit of beauty and grace.

“'Bout damn time,” he coughed, eyes half-lidded. He watched Jack climb up on the railing and wondered why, then reality hit him as he heard his lover’s ‘war cry’ and his thoughts slightly shifted.

“He’s a fucking lunatic! What is this, biker acrobatics?” he thought as he watched his lover’s most undignified leap. To both their surprises Jack didn’t break his neck and actually managed to catch one of the wires… of course he slid down it much quicker than intended and landed with a most undignified thump, flat on his ass!

“Ow… that’s never how it happens in the movies.” Jack moaned, rubbing his sore ass as he made a run for Will.

“There you are!” Twigg snapped, stepping in Jack’s way. Jack wasted no time exchanging pleasantries and got right to the ass kicking. He sucker punched Twigg on his right and then kneed his opponent in the gut. Needless to say, things didn’t go well for Twigg. When Jack finally made it to Will he simply scooped the teen up in his arms and continued on his running pace towards the door. He had parked the Pearl just outside to aid in their speedy getaway.

Once outside, he flopped Will down in front of him and gunned it. He could hear some of Norrington’s thugs escaping the flaming mass of wood that was once a bar and knew they would give chase. Fortunately enough, Jack was very good at losing things… especially bloodthirsty enemies that wanted to skin him alive.

“See you on the flipside,(1)” he said slyly, revving the engine and pushing the Pearl harder than he had ever dared before. She could take it. In front of him Will’s head bobbed laxly as if he had a giant rag doll on the front of his chopper instead of a human. It was a cause of concern, but there wasn’t much to be done about it at the moment. Right now he had to get rid of the last of Norrington’s faithful thugs giving chase. A few fancy turns and less-than-safe jumps would accomplish that objective.

Jack did his best to keep a hold on Will and control of The Black Pearl at the same time. It certainly wasn’t easy, darting down dark side streets and zipping past startled bums and prostitutes. They needed a hiding place, someplace safe to lay low until this blew over. He knew just the place.

When Jack had been forced to do Norrington’s bidding he got to learn this area well; so well that he had found Kruger Leathers’ (2) an old shoe factory. It had long since been abandoned, but Ms. Kruger’s office was exceptionally cozy. She had built it so that she could observe the floor of the factory to keep an eye on things, but still maintain privacy. She was also a fan of the old-fashioned look and therefore had a fireplace put in. When Jack had come across the charming, albeit dusty, factory, he was thrilled. It had been just what he was looking for: a place to stay that Norrington didn’t know about. The youthful biker had decided it was best to have a place he could disappear to and hold out for awhile should anything ever happen with Norrington or the police.

‘It’ll do.’

Without further thought Jack turned the Pearl down a lonely street that led to his beloved home away from home. With any luck his supply would still be there. Normally Jack wasn’t very good at planning ahead, but when it came to needing a place to crash he was surprisingly skilled. Before he left the last time he had stashed a small amount of canned goods and bottled water just in case he would have to hide out again. After all, the last time he was there was when he had decided to flee from Norrington in the first place. Now he had come full circle.

The old building wasn’t looking too worse for wear, perhaps a few more broken windows than before. There was also more graffiti from the local gangs and petty juvenile offenders. Other than that, the old Kruger place looked just like home. Jack smiled as he pushed the doors open with his chopper and listened to her engine’s rumble echo off the old dusty walls, sending the rats scurrying back to their holes. Cutting the engine sent the entire place into silence.

“Home sweet home.”

He rested his precious chopper against one of the walls, covering her with an old cloth used to keep the dust off the machines and hoisted Will into his arms. The teen was unconscious but he was breathing.

“Poor baby.” Jack whispered as he looked at his lover’s bruised and bloody face. Taking care not to rattle Will more than he had to, Jack made the slow accent up the stairs to Ms. Kruger’s old office.

When he opened the door he found things just as he had left them. His old mattress with his many stolen pillows was still there, as were his blankets. It was a frivolous thing, but Jack had to begrudgingly admit he adored a comfy bed with many blankets and pillows. That was a luxury he was denied as a child, often sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag. So when he set out to make his own ‘home’ he made sure he pilfered the most fluffy pillows and blankets he could find.

Will let out a soft moan as Jack lowered his battered body down in the middle of the comfy mass. Once the teen was settled, Jack pulled out his switchblade and cut the ropes binding the teen’s hands behind his back. He looked at Will’s wrists and sighed in disdain at the lines of torn red skin that now adorned them. When he went to remove the noose he had to tug on the rope a little to get the loop big enough to slip over Will’s head. The jerking motion caused Will wake, lashing out at who he thought was one of his captors.

“Don’t!” he shouted, his voice raspy, before Jack caught his arms.

“It’s okay, precious. It’s me… you’re safe.” Jack could see the recognition flash in the youth’s eyes as they surveyed the new atmosphere.

“Where? How… how did we get out of there? The last thing I remember is fire,” he rubbed his face, recalling the tale before he stopped and looked up at Jack confusedly. “Did you jump off a balcony? I don’t know why but I remember you flying and thinking I was going to die.” Jack burst out laughing at Will’s description of his acrobatic bumbles. He blushed slightly and nodded.

“Well… yes,” Will raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Jack huffed and threw his hands in the air. “I was winging it okay! It’s not every day I blow up a drug lord’s hideout, all right!” Will laughed softly before dissolving into coughing. The hanging had taken a number on his throat. Will had a red bruise around his neck that matched his wrists. Jack scooted over to the small bookcase and grabbed one of the waters and handed it to Will.

“Take it easy. Your throat's been through a lot.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” Will joked in a raspy whisper. “Do you have any more of those painkillers left?” he asked, a hopeful look on his face. Jack searched his pockets and found the small bottle of Tylenol still nestled safely in his inside pocket. Will’s smile was so big at the sight of the plastic container it could have cut his head in half. He quickly snatched it from Jack’s hands and popped the cap, swallowing three immediately.

“Take it easy! I don’t want you overdosing.” Jack fussed, acting much more like a mother hen than he’d ever admit to.

“Three is by no means an overdose, you dolt.” Will said, holding his throat and grunting. It hurt just to talk. Jack took another bottle of water and one of his old bandanas out of his bag and moved back over to his lover.

“Here, let me clean you up,” Jack said softly, dabbing the cloth and then gently dabbing at Will’s cuts. “You’ve still got glass in this one. I’ll have to pick it out. It’s going to sting.” Will only shrugged his shoulders.

“You really think I care at this point. There isn’t a single part of my body that doesn’t hurt right now.” Will scoffed. He shrugged, “Well… maybe my spleen.” He sniffled and chewed on his thumb nail. He was so tired.

“You’re turning into quite the hardass, precious.” Jack laughed. “But that’s okay, I like your ass hard.” He winked and grinned lecherously causing the teen to laugh and cough once again.

“Don’t do that! Don’t be charming,” he thought for a moment, “or sexy for that matter because I can’t do anything about it.” Jack pretended to salute before going back to his job of using his switchblade to pick out the pieces of glass.

“Aye, aye, precious! No charm, no sex… from now on… I am Amish!” Will burst into a hacking fit - half laughing, half coughing up a lung.

“What… did I… just… say!” he hacked out in between his laughing cough.

“That wasn’t funny!” Jack chided.

“You dressed in Amish clothes isn’t funny? Were you dropped on your head as a baby?” Jack rolled his eyes and smacked the teen playfully.

“Shush! I can’t concentrate… ingrate.” Will stifled his laughing and did as told. He actually enjoyed having Jack play nurse with him. They stayed in silence for a while, Jack fawning all over the youth; examining each wound and patching it up as best he could. “I’m so sorry this happened to you, baby.” Jack finally spoke, his voice barely above a breath.

Will shrugged and took Jack’s hand into his own, causing Jack to pause in his ministrations. “It’s not your fault, Jack. Stop acting like it is.” Jack could feel his eyes starting to burn as Will kissed his palm and smiled up at him. Each bruise on that perfect face was like a dagger straight to his heart. He had to pull away. Will looked hurt, but hid it well.

“Do you want to change clothes?” Jack asked, changing the subject effectively. “The one you’re wearing is kinda… ripped.” He couldn’t even look at Will at the moment. It was just too painful. Instead he threw over the teen’s favorite sweater and the one pair of sweatpants he owned; black of course. Will suddenly remembered his state of undress and pulled the clothes to his chest in shame. Was Jack so disgusted he couldn’t even look at him anymore?

“…R-right.” Will mumbled, changing as quickly as he could and then getting under the covers. The pillows were a much welcome relief to his over battered body. He let out a small sigh of relief as he felt his body settle into the fluffy material. “Jack?” he asked softly. The biker had yet to turn and look at him again.

“Yeah?” Jack turned, his eyes red-rimmed, but pretending to be casual. Will bit his lip and stared down at the fuzzy blanket, playing with the material.

“Well… are… aren’t you going to join me? I’m really tired… and… and... I want you lying next to me… please?” He wiped a stray tear and smiled nervously. “Unless… you know… you don’t want to… that is.” Jack had to hold back his own emotions, still not willing to unleash them just yet. He could barely speak, but nodded.

“O-Of course I will, baby, of course.” He took off his boots and jacket, which left him in a cotton t-shirt and his leather pants before climbing under the covers with the teen. The position was awkward and definitely not what Will had in mind. He frowned and looked at Jack who was smiling at him nervously. “Good?” Will’s lip trembled.

“Can’t you hold me?!” the teen asked, his voice trembling. That was all Jack could take. His finally let some tears fall as he pulled Will into his arms.

“Of course I can, baby! I’m so sorry! I’m so very sorry I couldn’t protect you. This always happens! Everyone I love gets hurt! Everything I touch turns to shit! (3)” Will gasped at the ‘L’ word, but didn’t say anything. This was Jack’s turn to fall apart. “My mother… my mother was killed by my father. She was hung… just like you. He made me watch… me and my sister. There was nothing we could do. She begged for help, but when I tried to get her down he beat me with a baseball bat.” Will was trying not to lose it as he listened to his lover’s tortured tale. He had a feeling this was the first time Jack had ever really talked about this.

“After that we got taken away by social services. We lived in a foster home until my sister was old enough to move out on her own. I always ran away to her house because our foster parents used to lock me in the basement when I was ‘bad’. Then she met Benjamin and everything changed.” Jack took a moment to collect his breath.

“Oh he was a son-of-a-bitch. He beat the shit out of her all the time. I would sneak in late at night to find her lying on the sofa with a fresh new shiner and crying her eyes out. I promised I’d protect her from him—I promised!”

“What happened to her?” Will asked quietly, rubbing his hands up and down Jack’s back and gently kissing the older man’s shoulder in an act of comfort. Jack crooned in pain and anguish.

“He fucking /killed/ her anyway,” he sobbed through gritted teeth. “I tried to stop it, but I fucked up again! I promised her and I fucking let her DIE!”

“What happened?” Will pushed. He couldn’t comfort if he didn’t know what happened.

“He… he just /lost/ it one day.” Jack said, losing himself in the memory. “I came over after school and could hear them screaming at each other from outside,” he squinted his eyes as if he was trying to remember something he had long forgotten. “I don’t even remember going into the house, I was just suddenly there and I was beating the snot out of him.”

“Then you did protect her,” Will added, feeling proud of his lover. Jack shook his head.


“No. No I didn’t because he got the better of me. I don’t remember how, but he hit me with something hard… in the head. I went down. I remember him standing over me and my sister crying, begging for my life. After that it gets blurry. I was moved, stuffed into their bedroom closet. I kept going in and out of consciousness, but I heard them.” Jack cringed in sorrow again, squeezing his fists so tightly his nails drew blood.

“He was fucking raping her!” he growled. “He said he wouldn’t kill me if she fucked him. So she did it… but the fucker killed her anyway! Strangled her… by the time he remembered I was in the closet the cops came. I guess the neighbors had called about a ‘noise complaint’—a fucking noise complaint! HE WAS KILLING HER!” At that Jack broke down. “All those people heard her… and no one did anything. Why? Why did they leave my sister to die? Why couldn’t I save her?” he mumbled, rocking from side to side as he gripped Will for dear life.

“How old were you?” Will asked, still trying to take in everything he had just heard. Jack sniffled and mumbled into Will’s shoulder.

“Fifteen.”

“Oh my god…” Will gasped. “That’s horrible…” It was all he could think to say. Jack had just blabbed his entire traumatic childhood to him in one fell swoop. Will had to admit he was rather shell shocked. He had figured that Jack’s past was not a happy one, but he hadn’t expected something quite this bad.

“The cops took me to the hospital, but I only stayed one night. I hate hospitals. It’d spent too much time there because of all the shit my father and foster parents had done to me. I only like the morgue—it’s the only part that’s quiet.” He sniffled. “I visited my sister before I took off. She was so cold and pale.” His voice was twisted with pain at as he spoke. “I told her I was sorry and that I would never hurt another person I loved again. Guess I fucked that one up, eh?” he scoffed. “You know I still hear her voice in my head when I’m doing something stupid?”

“Is that good?”

“It’s comforting. She was always looking out for me—telling me when I was being stupid. How did I repay her? By sitting by helplessly as she was murdered just like our mother.”

“But you were just a child! You couldn’t have done anything, and what you could do you did. Don’t blame yourself. Remember what you told me about my parents? These things happen. It’s horrible, but you can’t change them and asking why will only drive you crazy.” Will looked Jack in the eye, running his hand down the side of Jack’s face and wiping away the older man’s tears. “All that matters is the here and now. Fuck the past. I’m tired of paying for my past mistakes… aren’t you?” Will looked at him with such sympathy that it almost made Jack feel hope. He nodded, causing Will to smile and lean in for a kiss.

“When did you get so smart?” Jack asked, resting his forehead against Will’s. “You’re my little angel in disguise aren’t you?” Will chuckled.

“We’re both angels… with one broken wing. That’s why we’ve been brought together. We can’t fly on our own, but together we can fly wherever we want to.” Jack kissed the younger man again, deepening it and digging his fingers into Will’s silky curls.

“Precious?”

“Yeah?”

“That… was the /lamest/ thing I have ever heard.” Jack snorted, breaking into a fit of laughter. Will pretended to pout, but eventually surrendered to them himself.

“Okay so it was lame! Give me a break, I was almost hung and barbequed today!” He stuck out his tongue at the older man and was pulled in for another kiss as his reward. Will pretended to fight it at first, but soon was moaning happily and wrapping his leg around Jack’s.

“Don’t worry, precious. I wouldn’t have you any other way,” Jack cooed, rubbing their noses together. “You’re too cute when you’re lame.”

“Oh shut up!” Will laughed, bopping Jack on the head with one of the many pillows. The biker laughed and pushed it off, pulling Will into another kiss. The continued to kiss until Will started to drift off. It had been a long day.

“It’s okay, baby. Get some sleep.” Jack kissed Will on the forehead as the teen used his bicep as a pillow. He watched Will sleep for awhile, watching as the youth gently breathed in and out, his mouth slightly parted and his eyelids lax. “You’re so beautiful.” He sighed sarcastically to himself, stroking a stray strand of hair out of the teen’s face. “How did I ever deserve to find you?” He sniffled as the true depth of his feelings hit him.

“Holy shit… I’m in love with you… I’m fucking in love with you.”


Tbc…

(1) See you on the flipside: Who knows where this is from? Where my Angels at? Holla! Boondock Saints, baby! Watch it, live it, lust it!
(2) Kruger Leathers: I wish she had a real factory, but as far as I know it’s made up. I love Diane Kruger because she is one fine ass woman and a good actress. So I put her in the story… sorta.
(3) Everything I touch turns to shit: Who likes The Craft? Raise ‘em loud and proud!

Okay, the contest. I am aware that it’s getting harder and harder for me to write and the updates are coming fewer and farther between. So I’m coming up with a contest at the end of each new chapter (if this actually takes off anyway). The winners will get to ask me a question about the next chapter and I will answer it fully. No “yes… but maybe not!” kinda crap. Straight forward answers. I know it’s not ideal, but it’ll give ya something and make me feel a little better about the wait. Please send all answers to my e-mail addy: nightshade10312001@yahoo.com so that no one can copy answers. Put in the subject line “LMLH Answers” or something like that, but not just “hi” or “your answer” because I’ve gotten viruses saying it that way.

It took me forever to figure out what I was going to ask. I wanted to do movie quotes, but I was worried I like movies that are too obscure. Then I thought I’d do “who knows me best” but what if everyone got them right or wrong and is it fair? So I’m going to do a little of both. Three questions and for each one you answer right another question you get to ask me about the next chapter. Sore right? Sore right!

1.) What movie is this quote from: “I’m a princess! P to the R to the IN to the CESS!”?
2.) What was my first completed multi-parter fic?
3.) What is Orlando’s favorite vegetable?

I think those are diverse enough. ^_^ Also I started my own archive. It’s an LJ. www.livejournal.com/user/night_writes

Go to the profile page to figure out how to manage it. I finally have my own place to put all ma shit. Woo-hoo!