Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (29/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some blood, oh the angst! The horrible, horrible angst!

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: Pretty please. I know I take forever to update, but are you still with me?

Summary: Jack sends Will back home. *sniffles*

Author’s Notes: Sorry about the massive delay. I didn’t want to write this because I knew it would be sad… and then my Grandmother died on the 21st so the shit really hit the fan. Then it was just a case of not being able to concentrate and not wanting to write this because I was afraid I would burst out bawling all over my keyboard and it’s already soggy from my drooling over Johnny, Orlando, and Keira pictures so… poopie. Shit happens, eh?

Author’s Notes 2: Um… don’t eat green eggs and ham. Not even in a box with a fox. They’ve probably gone bad.

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When Will awoke hours later the fire was only simmering embers and the rays of the setting sun were shinning in through the window, giving the room a warm orange glow. Jack was still sleeping in his arms, holding on tightly. A smile crept onto the teen’s face as he played with the string of beads that now adorned his hair. Of all the fancy things he had been given by his rich new family these small beads were the best gift he’d ever received. How was it that one man had so much power over him? Especially considering how they met.

“I love you,” Will whispered, before leaning in for a secret kiss. Jack moaned in his sleep and scrunched up his face as he began to wake. “Morning, sunshine! Or should I say, evening?” Will beamed, rubbing his nose against Jack’s in an Eskimo kiss. Before he could pull away Jack’s hand stroked the back of his head and pulled the teen in for a real kiss, pressing their still naked bodies against one another.

“You’re the best hangover cure I’ve ever seen.” Jack rasped when they parted. He was horribly dehydrated. “Is there any water left in that bottle?” he asked, groggily pointing to the bottle behind Will. The teen reached for it gingerly, stretching still being a painful experience, and handed it to the older man. “Many thanks,” Jack groaned slurping down a large amount before he slumped back down on the pillows. His head felt like he had a ton of bricks lying inside it. “Why do I keep doing this to myself?” he moaned, not really wanting an answer.

“Because you’re Jack Sparrow that’s why,” Will chimed, smiling sickeningly sweetly and resting his head on Jack’s chest. “You just wouldn’t be you if you weren’t squinting and groggy.”

Jack rolled his eyes, but smiled at the comment as he felt Will snuggling into his chest. The small whiskers of Will’s mustache tickled the biker’s bare chest and he found himself releasing a giggle despite himself.

“Ehehe—” Slapping a hand over his mouth Jack turned beet red by his outburst. Will popped up looking at him with an immensely amused smile on his face.

“What?”

Will smirked. “You giggled. Jack Sparrow just giggled.” Laughter burst forth from Will as he watched the embarrassment on Jack’s face spread.

“I’m too punk rock for this shit, man.” Jack moaned, rolling over and covering his head in pillows as Will continued to point and laugh.

“Butt bongos!” Will laughed, smacking his hands on Jack’s ass as if they actually were an instrument. “I’m gonna keep doing this until you admit you giggled,” Will sang. The feral growl that met him and the quick sweeping motion surprised him and before he knew it Jack had both of his hands pinned to the mattress, the older man leaning over him.

“Don’t do that.”

There was a strange tone in Jack’s voice, his usual mirth was gone, but he didn’t seem angry. The cold stare made Will squirm uncomfortably underneath the older man. What was wrong with Jack? Why was he just staring at him like that? Will mewled in discomfort and this seemed to snap the older man out of his trace.

“Get dressed. We’re leaving today.”

Will stared up blankly, blinking in shock at the statement. When he was released from his prone position it hardly registered.

“We are? Why?”

He watched as Jack got up and started to put his clothes back on. His lover’s silence was deafening as Jack slowly and sluggishly moved around the room, packing up this and that.

“W-Where are we going?” Will prompted when Jack did not answer. He chewed on his bottom lip and fiddled with the blanket. Jack only sniffled, glancing at the teen with shimmering eyes. Sudden anxiety drenched Will like a waterfall and he didn’t know what to do. “Is…is it far?”

“No. No it’s not that far… if I remember right.” he whispered, pulling his black long-sleeved shirt over his head. “Do you need help getting dressed?” he asked matter-of-factly. Will jerked, suddenly feeling as though even his skin was transparent and he pulled the covered up to his neck.

“No. I can manage.” he mumbled.

Jack nodded again. Why make things worse by pretending everything was okay? At least this way the kid would get an idea that something was already amiss. Will got up slowly and hobbled over to the bag, holding the sheet around his waist as he looked for his clothes. Jack noticed the shy movements and felt a stab in his heart. Will was reverting back to his old self and he hated it, hated himself for making it happen. But there was nothing for it. This is what had to be done.

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They rode in silence for what seemed hours, Jack hadn’t said anything to Will about where they were going and it worried the teen. What was going on? He held onto Jack tightly, resting his head against his lover’s back and enjoying the feeling of warmth he received from the contact. He loved riding on the back of The Black Pearl, holding onto Jack as tight as he could, the wind whipping through his hair. This time didn’t seem as carefree however. Something was seriously troubling his lover and he didn’t know what.

A sharp turn down yet another side street almost made Will think they were going to tip over. Why was Jack being so reckless? As Will observed the terrain quickly zipping by, he realized that Jack was taking him deeper into the abandoned part of this small town in which they were squatting. Were they merely changing hideouts? Jack took another quick turn up an seldom used dirt path that led to an old house that looked rather rundown and ransacked. Will crinkled up his nose in distaste. Why were they leaving the comforts of their cozy hideout for this dump?

The Pearl screeched to a halt and Jack nudged for Will to get off. The teen obliged and watched as Jack silently gathered up the Hot Topic clothing bags and everything else that Will had collected over their travels together, yet curiously left his own things attached to the shimmering speed machine.

Will could feel a knot forming in his stomach. These were not good signs. He wanted to ask Jack what Jack was doing and why they were here, but the words just wouldn't come, catching in his throat, held captive by fear of the answers. To his shock Jack actually pulled out a key and unlocked the front door of the ramshackle old house and walked in confidently.

Taking hesitant steps, the timid teen followed his older lover into the condemned house, looking around wide eyed at all that met his gaze. Whoever had lived here apparently did not meet a happy end. There were blood stains on the furniture and shattered glass everywhere. Why on earth would Jack bring him here? Jack was dumping Will’s things at the foot of the stairs, watching as his young lover fully took in the surroundings. When he came to the mantle over the fireplace Will gasped to see the photo sitting there, the glass cracked and dusty.

“Oh my god… this… this is you, isn’t it?” It was a small photo in black and white of a young boy with big brown eyes, resting in his older sister’s embrace and smiling at the camera. Jack’s sister really was beautiful. Her dreadlocks were only starting to form, and Jack had none at all—no facial hair either.

“Yes, that’s me and Maggie. My mother took it. That was before things got really bad. That’s why I hate photos,.they lie. We really weren’t that happy.” he said, the hatred palpable in his voice. He could see Will’s hand begin to shake as he put the photo back in its place.

“W-Why did you bring me here?” Will asked with trepidation. “You said you wouldn’t show me where you grew up.” His mind was reeling. No wonder Jack knew this area so well.

“Because you said you wanted to see it. Now you have. Are you happy? Does this make you feel better knowing that even I had a comfy little family at one point? Does it make me more human to you or is my humble house too poor for your tastes?” Jack spat, making Will flinch. The teen looked at him with confusion.

“Why are you acting this way? I never said—”

“You didn’t have to! I can see the look in your eyes every time I talk about something from my past, or when I show you how things work in the real world. Every time I used a stolen credit card you were judging me. Well why not judge the fat fuckers that own the cards for ignoring the problems of the needy? People just like you and your rich bitch of a sister!” Will jumped and began to tremble a little, wounded by Jack's words but not knowing what to say.

“I… I…” he stammered for a minute, feeling the tears prick his eyes and angered to again be seen as weak in the face of Jack's hostility. “Fuck you!” he finally snapped, his brown eyes flashing. “How -fucking -dare you! I opened up to you and told you all those things and now you throw them back in my face? I almost died for you! For Christ’s sake I trusted you enough to let you... have me, and now you’re accusing me of thinking poorly of you?!” Will could feel the tears burning in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

“Pffftt, 'have you'?" Jack scoffed, looking at Will with so much anger it froze him in his tracks. “You spread ‘em for that Avery fuck long before I ever came along.”

The coldness in his response cut Will straight to his soul. Now the tears did fall and Will thought he would actually shatter into pieces right here in front of the older man. Gasping for breath, he tried to think of something to say, but he couldn’t even get his mind around the fact that the man he trusted with his life had just said something so heartless to him. He stared at Jack, heart-broken and silent.

Little did William know that Jack was fighting a battle with his own emotions. He had to make Will hate him. It would be easier that way then. If Will hated him then it didn’t matter if he abandoned him. Then it didn’t matter what happened to him, Will wouldn’t care if he fell off the face of the earth itself after this. It was just better for both of them for Will to hate him. Yes. That was true. It would hurt less this way in the long run for his teen lover. And, he hoped, for him as well.

‘It’s got to be this way,’ the biker chanted over and over in his head, trying not to show how the entire ordeal was tearing him apart inside.

“Yeah you heard me. You’re damaged goods. A little slut that likes to open it up for anyone. How many times did you almost get ‘forced’ into sex? Please. Something like that doesn’t happen that many times unless you want it to. I think you like playing the victim. That’s what I think. Poor little rich boy, he’s too pretty for his own good.” Jack continued, wanting to drive the point home good and proper before he lost his resolve. “God, you’re such a fag! You can’t even take care of yourself and you’re almost an adult. By your age I was already living on my own. You don’t even want to know what I had to do to support myself. Now /that’s/ something to feel bad about. Not that your rich daddy doesn’t love you enough!”

Will sniffled and covered his ears. “Stop it,” he moaned, falling to his knees. “Why are you saying these things to me?” He looked up at Jack, tears streaming from his pleading eyes. "Please, Jack, please don't do this. Not now, not now..." he begged.

Jack strode over, not a hitch in his stride, and grabbed Will by the back of his hair his eyes drilling into Will's as he shouted in the teen's face.

“You wanted to know what my life was like so I’m telling you. Do you want to know about how I had to sell myself, hmm?! Or would you rather hear about all the abuse I suffered in my foster homes before I managed to run away? Maybe I should tell the story about my father killing my mother again, or how about my sister’s rape and murder? Which do you want me to elaborate on, you naive little brat?!”

“STOP IT!” Will broke down, pulling away from Jack’s hold and folding in on himself, sobbing piteously. Jack looked down with disdain. He had completely shut himself off, he couldn’t feel anything right now. It was something he learned a long time ago. Dissociation, it came in handy on the streets. “I didn’t know,” Will whimpered, looking at him with so much sympathy it almost broke Jack’s icy shield. “I’m so sorry.” Will whispered.

“Oh, well, that makes everything okay then, doesn’t it? You’re pathetic.” Jack snapped. Will shook his head in refusal.

“No, nothing can make that okay. I just… I wish you would have told me sooner. Maybe I could have been more sensitive or something,” he dug his fingers in his hair trying to wrap his mind around all that had been said.

Jack watched his lover rock back and forth, rubbing his face and pulling on his hair. What a weakling, he thought savagely.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Will moaned.

“I don’t want you to say anything, plan and simple. I’m sick of you. This ends now. I’m tired of being your babysitter. We’re through you hear me? Through!”

Will’s head snapped up at Jack’s announcement. He looked at him brokenly, his lips trembling, shaking his head in disbelief.

“No,” he whispered. Jack smirked.

“’Fraid so, precious. You’re too big a liability for me to be bothered with. You were a great lay, but I’m done with you now. Go back home to daddy and your private schools and your cars and all that other rich boy crap. I'm through being the patsy in your adolescent games.”

“But… but… you said… the other night…”

“Forget that!” Jack barked. If he heard Will say those words he’d lose it for sure. “You were using me, and I've been using you, but I don't need you anymore.”

“But I need you, Jack." Will begged. "Damn it, Jack! Why are you doing this? What are you afraid of?”

The older man looked down at his younger companion and felt his resolve breaking, but he was determined to stay strong. He tried to answer, but nothing came out. In frustration he grabbed Will by the forearm and started to drag him upstairs. Will struggled and Jack tightened his grip, hurting him.

“Let go of me! Where are we going?” He got his answer as Jack threw him into one of the upper rooms that was something out of a nightmare. A large metal pole stood in the middle of the room. There were no windows or furniture besides the shelf that held a series of ‘tools’ that looked anything but pleasant. “Wha… what is this?”

“Daddy’s fun room,” Jack said plainly. Without another word he dragged Will to the pole and pressed his slim body against it. “Put your hands behind your back.” Will shook his head, a mixture of anger and hurt swimming in his eyes. Huffing in frustration Jack grabbed the teen’s wrists and forced them behind him. Will grunted in exertion as he tried to fight back, but it did him no good. Before he knew it the all-to-familiar clicking sound of Jack’s handcuffs hit his ears, effectively sealing his fate.

“No,” he moaned, pulling at them in a futile attempt to get away. “Why?” Jack stared at his trembling lover with an air of indifference, though his heart swelled with tenderness for his distraught lover. He absentmindedly used his thumb to wipe away a tear that fell from the brown eyes he loved so much, bringing it to his lips. Without thinking he leaned in, pressing his lips to Will’s for a kiss, only to be brutally rebuffed as Will bit his lip hard, drawing blood. Will jerked his head away and kicked Jack in the shin.

“You said you were through using me, so fuck you!” Will panted, looking down at the floor. “Fuck you…” he mumbled. Jack could feel the twinge in his heart, but ignored it.

“Well, it’s been real, but I’ve gotta hit the road. I’ll call the cops to let them know where you are. The least I can do after such a good ride.” Jack turned and started to leave, causing a sense of panic to rise up in Will. He was going to be left in this creepy old house with all these bad memories - alone?!

“Don’t leave me!” Will shouted, pulling at his handcuffs and opening the scabs on his wrists.. “Jack, wait!” The biker seemed unmoved. Will was desperate. The thought of Jack walking out of his life forever was more frightening than anything that had happened to him to date.

“Please don’t leave me!” he cried. He paused, “I love you!” The words just flew out of his mouth in a fit of desperation. He couldn’t lose Jack. He was everything to him. Jack turned, feeling his eyes burning.

“What?” he breathed. Will looked at him, his expression entirely heartfelt.

“I love you, okay? I don’t want you to leave me. I can’t stand the thought of my life without you,” he sniffled and looked at the floor. “Please… don’t send me back. There is nothing in my life I want as much as I want to be with you. You're right, I'm pathetic. I don't deserve the nice things I've had. I was taken in by someone rich and never had to be in foster care. I never gave much thought to the fact you went through horrible things in your life, things much worse than what I've gone through. But I need you, Jack. You're all I've got. Please."

Jack bit his bottom lip as he felt a lump forming in his throat. He tried to snap at the younger man as if what he had just confessed disgusted him… but he couldn’t even scoff. He turned away and pinched his eyes shut. Taking a deep breath he turned to look Will in the eye and forced out the lie he had to tell.

“I don’t love you and I don't care.” It was so soft and quick he wasn’t sure he’d really said it, but the indescribable sorrow he saw on Will’s face told him that his words had hit their mark. The teen whimpered and sank to his knees, his head falling forward as he curled his body until his bound hands strained against the pole at his back. He did not even look at the older man as he cried his heart out into the dusty wooden floor. Jack wanted to run to him, to comfort the brokenhearted teen, but that wasn’t possible anymore.

With nothing left to say, he quickly left the room, rushing down the stairs and out the door just in time to hear Will’s anguished scream of loss. He covered his ears as he ran to the Black Pearl and revved her up. When the engine was warmed he flew down the dirt road faster than common sense would deem safe, his eyes blurring with unshed tears as Will’s final scream played over and over in his mind.

“Oh gods, I’m sorry, baby!” he wailed, forcing his chopper to go ever faster. “I’m so sorry!”


Tbc…

OK, I was going to make this longer, but fuck it. I can’t. That last scene wiped me out, man. I want to start fresh and I don’t seem to be going at this very ambitiously so I might as well give you all what I have. Hope you enjoyed and I’ll try to get more out soon. School’s being a bitch again though so I don’t know when it’ll happen. Love and kisses to you all and thanks to those of you that continue to support me with feedback. It means more than I can say.