Leave Me Lying Here
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
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Adult +
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41
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27,584
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Title: Leave Me Lying Here (31/?) 08/23/03
Author: Lydia NightShade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Warnings: Swearing, some gay bashing and horrible villianization of certain characters.
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: Will goes home… he is not happy. Barbossa gets to be the bastard we all know him to be! What a good little asshole he is. *nods*
Author’s Notes: Whoot. Spring Break insomnia, isn’t it swell? Most college students are in someplace warm and tropical right about now. Drinking something insanely alcoholic and dancing with hot sweaty strangers… me? Oh, I’m sitting here in my messy room waiting for the SNOW to start falling and writing gay porn at fucking one in the morning. Bitter? Naaaaaah… *punches hole in wall* Heh! Well look at that!
Author’s Notes 2: I started an LJ community called bullshit_lies It’s basically fake news mocking the ridiculous stories the tabloids come up with. We use stupid pictures of celebrities and make up stories behind them. Nothing on it is true, it’s all for laughs. Come check it out. If you like Weekly World News then you must check this out. We’re even more ridiculous lol!
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Governor Swann’s private jet had never been more silent. Much to the hospital’s chagrin the Governor had insisted on taking Will home as soon as possible without counseling. He had made the decision immediately after Will’s doctor reported to him that Will had been sodomized, however there was no tearing or other signs of forced entry. This was just something he could not handle. It was also not something he wanted getting around the hospital. It would be one thing if Will had been forcibly raped by his kidnapper, but the idea that his ‘son’ may have actually been a willing participant was simply too much for the old man to stomach.
“I hope you know how utterly disappointed and disgusted I am with you. To think you did that willingly--with street trash no less!” Will ignored his father’s emotional turmoil, settling for staring out the small window at the clouds. He was dressed in scrubs as his other clothes were bloodied and dirty. Also the police wanted them for evidence collecting.
His father sat across from him in the four-seater ‘booth’ in the back of the small plane. “How could you do that?! It’s… it’s… so… so wrong!” Swann stammered, trying to push the mental image out of his head. At his father’s last comment Will slowly turned to him, apathetic eyes staring straight through the older man. A smirk crept on the teen’s face as he commented dryly.
“Yeah it was wrong… but it felt damn good.” Will licked his lips and continued to smirk smugly as his father’s head practically exploded.
“I don’t believe you! You’re absolutely disgusting—no respect either!” Swann put his head in his hands, overcome with shame. Will rolled his eyes.
“And you raised me, so what does that say about you?” Swann was livid. Without warning he threw his glass of water right in Will’s face, startling the teen. Will wiped at his eyes angrily and glared up at his adoptive father as Swann stood before him, smoldering with rage.
“Don’t you ever insinuate that I had anything to do with your perversion! It’s the devil’s work! I had nothing to do with it!”
“Go back to church old man!” Will snarled, throwing an ice cube at his father. The old man stormed off to sit further up, away from the sinner. Will watched him go, feeling a small twinge of pain from the complete rejection. He hadn’t quite gotten rid of all his feelings for his father.
Even if Swann was treating him like shit now, the man had fed, clothed, sheltered, and even loved him for many years. The added grief of knowing his real parents were dead only made everything seem more hopeless. If he had been given up as a child then he could have at least imagined that his real mother and father were still out there waiting for him, ready to accept him. However that was not the case for William Turner. Biting his lip in a pathetic attempt to quell the tears he felt prickling at his eyes, Will curled up in the seat with one of the throw pillows and silently cried as he watched the clouds pass by.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack sat on the balcony of his hotel room staring down at the busy lights and cars rushing past. The smoke from his cigarette was swept away in the night air and he closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of cool air on his sweaty, naked chest. He was still rather drunk, but it wasn’t the happy drunk he usually was. As he looked down at the cars he couldn’t help but wonder if it would even hurt if he fell from this far up. What would his obituary say? Would anyone come to his funeral—would Will?
“William…” he mumbled. His lover’s name was practically a holy word now. The little twerp’s hold on him was as strong as ever too. Even with half a bottle of rum swimming through his body Jack still couldn’t bring himself to sleep with that twink that had reminded him so much of his gentle lover. Sure he had taken the young man back to his hotel room and they had gotten very close to coupling… but it just wasn’t right.
A mysterious, yet overpowering, feeling of nausea had attacked Jack and he had flown off his hot young companion and into the loo where he promptly emptied the contents of his stomach. For some reason unknown to Jack his bed-warmer didn’t want to stay after that and had left in a huff. He didn’t know why, but that left Jack with a horrible sense of filth and he had to shower.
When he let the water run over his face, washing away the grime, sweat, and makeup he found himself crying yet again. Crying was not something he did, and yet lately he sure as hell seemed to be doing a lot of it.
“Fucking kid,” Jack scoffed, taking another puff on his cigarette and exhaling slowly through his nose. It was the only satisfaction he felt anymore. It had only been a day or two since he had separated from Will and still he could feel the ache in his heart like a fresh wound that kept getting stabbed over and over. “What’s happening to me?” He took a shaky drink from his flask and rubbed his brow.
“It just won’t stop hurting… Why won’t it stop hurting?” he could feel the sobs coming again and he dropped the flask, watching the alcohol spread over the white concrete as his eyes went blurry. Sniffling slightly he bent forward, putting his face in his hand. “Oh god, what’ve I done?!” he rocked back and fourth.
“What’ve I done?”
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When they finally arrived at their mansion, a storm of press was already waiting for Swann and William. The two hadn’t even gotten out of the limo yet and already the bulbs were flashing, making Swann very uncomfortable and Will nervous. The teen didn’t want the entire world seeing him so bruised up and think that Jack had been the one to do this to him.
“Damn, should have brought a hat or something.” Swann grumbled under his breath. Will didn’t seem phased, but inside he was trembling. His stepfather turned to him with a heated stare, “You don’t say one damn thing to them, you hear me?!” Will only flipped him off. Severely miffed the elder man rolled his eyes and opened the limo door, pulling on Will’s forearm as they made their way through the mob.
“Governor! Governor, a statement please!”
“Are you glad to be home, William?! What did your kidnapper do to your face?!”
“We’re you abused in any way, William!”
Using the collar of the scrubs as best as he could, Will desperately tried to hide his face from the flashes and microphones that were shoved mercilessly in his face. Some of the nastier taunts made him want to lash out and defend his ‘kidnapper’ and tell them all the real truth, but there was no opportunity. Swann kept him moving at a record pace. They made it into the front door and Swann practically threw Will into the foyer.
“Animals! I don’t know how they got past the front gate, but someone’s definitely getting fired for it. What am I paying my security team for if reporters can get through?!”
“Where’s Lizzie?” Will asked, rubbing his eyes in annoyance. She was the only person he wanted to deal with right now. He was surprised when his father spun around to face him with a mixture of anger and sadness.
“She disappeared! She went looking for you and I haven’t seen her since! I’m beside myself. If something happens to her I swear it’ll be on your head.” Will looked at him confused, scratching his head.
“What? How long ago was that? I’ve been gone for months. Haven’t you tried to find her?!” Will snapped, furious with his father’s impotence to protect his own damn children. “Can’t you do anything right?!”
“Get out of my sight!” Swann snapped before storming off into his study. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about.” he called over his shoulder as he slammed the door. Will glared at the closed door before letting out a roar of frustration.
“Welcome home, brat.” Will jerked at the familiar, loathsome voice. He turned to see Barbossa standing in the entrance to the living room with a smile of satisfaction gracing his lips. “So glad to see back safely. Did you enjoy your homecoming? I arranged it all for you.” He paused to take in the teen’s appearance and chuckle. “Nice face. Is that the newest trend? Black eyes and fat lips.” Will reached up reflexively to cover his bruised cheek.
“You let in those reporters? Swann wants you fired then. What a shame I won’t be seeing you around anymore. I’ll always have your stench though.” He started to limp towards the stairs to his room, but Barbossa wasn’t finished.
“Oh, don’t worry. I won’t be going anywhere. I’ve already arranged for one of your friends on the staff to take the fall. I’ve been knocking them off like flies since you left. It’s so satisfying.”
“You can’t do that! I’ll tell what really happened.” Will fumed, storming up to the taller man without fear. “You are the lowest form of scum I’ve ever seen.” Barbossa only smirked.
“Foolish, boy. I have your father eating out of the palm of my hand. If I were you I’d start showing me a bit more respect. I rule this house now.” He grabbed the teen’s arm to emphasize his point, squeezing hard. Will jerked free, rubbing his arm where he’d been gripped. “Where’s Elizabeth, you toad? I know you know.” He moved forward, forcing Will into a corner.
“I don’t know—but even if I did I sure as hell wouldn’t tell you!” Will seethed, not giving into the intimidation. “The further away from you she is the better. Pervert.”
“Be very careful, my young friend. I can make your life exceptionally unpleasant.” Will jerked past him, scoffing at the threat.
“You’re too late.” he mumbled, walking defeatedly up the stairs. Barbossa smirked as he watched the broken boy limp up to his room.
“That’s what you think…”
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Elizabeth and Ana were strolling down one of the many shopping plazas of Port Royal, looking at outfits and munching on a box of popcorn chicken they had picked up from a street vendor. They both looked like something straight out of a biker catalogue and Lizzie couldn’t be happier. She adored her new look and would be loath to part with it when she had to go back home. As they passed a television shop, the display of TVs in the window was broadcasting the news.
“In our top story, the son of Governor Swann has been recovered and safely brought home. William Swann seemed in good health despite the bruises covering his face. Both parties declined to comment and no suspect has been named by the police. All in all it seemed a happy homecoming, though Elizabeth Swann was curiously not present.” The video of Will and Swann running into the house was then shown, making Elizabeth drop her chicken and stare open-mouthed.
“His face…” she whispered, placing a hand on the glass in an attempt to stroke her brother’s image in comfort. Without warning she spun around and looked at Anamaria. “You told me he’d be safe with Jack. Look what he did to him! I’ve got to get home right away—he needs me!” She turned to head back to the hotel, but Ana grabbed her and pulled her into an alley.
“Don’t be stupid! I know Jack, he wouldn’t do something like that to your brother—there’s foul play here, I can smell it. You need to contact Will before you go home. Find out if it’s even safe to go back.”
Lizzie struggled in her grasp, not wanting to listen to the notion, but eventually she relented. Sighing in surrender she nodded and was released.
“Fine, we’ll do it your way, but so help me if Jack hurt him, I’ll kill him.” She wiped at her eye and then exited the alley. “Let’s find a payphone. I bet Will’s private line is still working. We can reach him that way and not be traced to anywhere incriminating.” Ana raised her eyebrows in awe.
“You’re getting good at this.” She faked a tear. “My little baby is growing up, I’m so proud!” she then burst into fake tears, causing her blonde companion to laugh despite herself. After a few playful smacks with her shopping bag, Elizabeth took her lover’s hand they went off to find a payphone.
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Will emerged from his bathroom wearing his pajama bottoms and a blue, long sleeved t-shirt. He toweled his hair dry lazily. It felt really good to be back in his room with all his special scented toiletries instead of going days on end without one and then only having dinky little complimentary bottles that either smelled like crap or had no scent at all. Perhaps he was a bit spoiled, but when it came to his hygiene he didn’t feel all that apologetic for wanting to be pampered.
He threw his towel on the floor and flopped on his mattress, flat on his stomach, sighing in deep satisfaction at the goose down mattress. This was something he had missed greatly, all his comfy pillows and blankets. He smiled impishly as he wrapped himself up completely in his blankets and snuggled into his pillows. This was definitely better than sleeping under a bridge!
Hesitation hit him as he fell back into memories of the nights he’d spent sleeping safe in his lover’s arms. Even when they didn’t have the most comfortable place to sleep it never seemed quite as bad when he could rest his head on Jack’s chest and listen to the biker’s steady heartbeat. Two silent tears streamed down Will’s cheeks at the thought of what he’d lost forever.
Just as he was about to completely surrender to his grief, Will’s phone started to ring. Who would be calling him was beyond his imagination, it was sheer morbid curiosity that led him to even answer it.
“…Yes?” he asked suspiciously.
“Wilma! It’s so good to hear your voice again!” Lizzie’s overjoyed voice answered back. Tears instantly started to fall from both of their eyes. It had been far too long.
“L…Lizzie?” Will managed to choke out, so overcome to hear her voice after so many months apart. “Is that really you?”
“Don’t you start crying, William because then you’ll get me going and then my mascara will run and it’ll just be a big ol' mess, okay?” She said with mock authority. Truth was she was already ruining her makeup; she just hated to hear her older brother sad.
“Where are you? Are you safe? Do you need something?” Will asked, completely worried for his baby sister. “Dad said you went looking for me. What were you thinking?!”
“I was thinking that no one else was doing a damn thing to get you back so I was going to. I imagined the most horrible things happening to you, Will… I was scared to death. I couldn’t just sit around the house with that man that’s supposed to be our father and watch him do nothing while you were possibly being murdered!” she took a minute to calm down, “But, yes, I’m fine. I’m still in Port Royal and I’m more worried about you. I saw you on the news...” she twiddled with the phone cord. “Where’d you get those bruises, Will… was it Jack?”
“How do you know about Jack?” Will asked in shock. “Did they catch him?!”
“Um… this is gonna sound kinda weird but… I’m sleeping with his best friend.” Lizzie said. The awkwardness was so thick Will could practically taste it. He just sat there on his bed, gawking , not even knowing how to process that.
“Wha… Wh-What?! You’re what?! WHO?! I’LL KILL HIM!” Lizzie laughed at his protectiveness.
“First of all, it’s a she and there will be no ass kicking. She’s been nothing but a gentleman with me.” Lizzie quipped, smiling facetiously.
“A woman? Lizzie you slut! I thought you had your eye on Benny at school with the weird sister! (1)” he teased her. “You’ve got to explain this one.”
“Oh, I’m the freak, Mr. I’m-sleeping-with-my-kidnapper?” she scoffed playfully. Will blushed from head to toe.
“How did you know that?! Have you two been talking or something?” Will asked, his annoyance coming out.
“I only got to talk to him briefly and I wasn’t impressed. You could do so much better, sweetie. Anamaria talked to him. She’s been keeping tabs on the police activity here for him.” She waited for the response, but only got a disbelieving scoff. “So did he do that to you?”
Will blinked back tears and thought of how to describe it. “No… but he did hurt me… you just can’t see the bruises he gave me.” Will mumbled, pulling one of his pillows towards himself to cuddle. “The guy that did this to me… I don’t know how he found me. He was one of the more dangerous thugs that were hunting us. He almost killed Jack last time and busted up my ribs…” he trailed off at the frightening memory. “I don’t think I’ve ever been that scared before, and not for myself. Anyway, Jack left me tied in a house and that bastard found me somehow and kicked the crap outta me. He said he had been hired, but I don’t know by whom. I’m a little worried, Lizzie… maybe you should stick with Anamaria for a little longer—just until I’m sure it’s safe here, okay?”
Lizzie had tears of her own falling down her cheeks as she listened to her brother’s heartbreaking confession. She really wanted to beat the snot out of Jack for hurting her big brother, even if it was only emotionally. “Okay, Will, if you think that’s best. You call me if you need anything. I still have my cell phone.” she offered, not feeling very relieved that her brother was home.
“I will. I should be fine though. I’m probably just being paranoid, but Barbossa is really giving me the creeps—even more than usual—and I don’t want him knowing where you are right now.”
“All right, if you think that’s best. I don’t like leaving you there though. You call me if you need anything, okay?” She insisted. “I don’t want you to feel alone.” Will smiled and rubbed at his eyes.
“What have I told you? I’m supposed to be the protective one, silly.” He could hear her laugh on the other end and felt slightly better. At least his sister would be okay—life wasn’t all bad. Footsteps coming down the hallway made Will perk up and he felt worry knot in his stomach. “Lizzie I have to go—I love you, be careful, goodbye!” he rushed, slamming the phone down just as the door opened.
“Will?!” Elizabeth stared at the phone in panic, hitting the receiver. “He hung up on me!”
“What happened?” Ana asked.
“He said someone was coming and had to go… I was hoping to talk to him longer. He thinks we should stay together and that I shouldn't come home right now because things aren’t safe there.” she said sadly. Ana smiled, putting her arm around the blonde’s waist.
“I like him already.”
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Barbossa marched into Will’s room looking cockier than ever. Glaring death at him, Will sat up on the bed. “Can’t you knock?”
“I don’t have to; it’s practically my house now.” he smirked, clapping his hands to signal the person lingering in the hall to come in. Will’s face lost all color as he saw Bosun walk into the room, dressed in nice clothing and grinning. The teen scampered out of bed and made for the door only to be caught by the big thug. He made to shout, but his mouth was covered. Barbossa walked up to the hyperventilating teen with a satisfied snarl on his face.
“Meet your new bodyguard, William. I can’t have you creeping off to see Elizabeth without me knowing, now can I? Bosun here is going to be keeping a close eye on you. Oh, and…” Barbossa walked over to Will’s phone, pulling it from the wall, “no more unsupervised phone calls.” Will pushed against the hold his captor had on him, tears of frustration in his eyes. He moaned in defeat as Bosun twisted his arm.
“I look forward to working with you again,” Bosun taunted, stroking Will’s face in a condescending way.
“Don’t think about trying to contact the police either. I’ve already bribed a psychologist and a psychiatrist to diagnose you and put you away if you try to ‘make up’ stories about me and your new friend.” His smug smile sickened the teen, but there was nothing he could do. Barbossa strode up to his victim, and played with a strand of Will’s still moist hair. “Still don’t want to tell me where Elizabeth is?” he cooed. Will stared hatred at the older man, appearing to contemplate his options. “Come on, I know you want to tell me,” Barbossa prodded. Will jerked away from the older man, spitting in his face.
“Fuck you.” he seethed. Barbossa wiped the spit from his face, a most unhappy expression on his face.
“Very well… Bosun, you know what to do.” With that he left, not looking back as he heard Will’s cries of pain. Bosun twisted the teens arm, forcing him to bend to forward before he smashed Will’s face against his own bed post, knocking him unconscious. He left Will lying on the floor, huddled up in a ball of pain before joining Barbossa in the hallway.
“Won’t his father notice the bruises?” he asked, out of concern of being caught, not the teen’s welfare.
“That oblivious old fart? Hardly. Besides, if questions are asked we’ll just say that Will’s not healing as well as we’d hoped. Perhaps he has a deadly disease—that would work out quite well with my plans anyway.” Barbossa chuckled darkly as they walked down to the kitchen to get some dinner. “Just remember to keep him on the premises. I don’t need another kidnapper mucking up my plans again.”
“Aye, sir.” (2)
Tbc…
Okay, I started this when I was on spring break and had every intention of getting this out much sooner, but alas, my world sort of went to shit for a while. It’s still not entirely fixed, but it’s much better. I know, you’re all sick of hearing about my life, but I thought I’d at least offer an explanation. I had some serious school trauma that sent my depression off and then I had friend issues… bleck. I do try, believe it or not.
Answers to last times jokes: 1.) 867-5309 plus an area code was the number that Jack dialed to get Will’s house. I think you know that 80’s song? I love it. 2.) 1313 Mockingbird Lane was Jack’s home address and in TV Land it’s the address of The Munsters too! I used to love that show. Still do actually. 3.) Donnie Brasco, the one that most of you got, is a movie that Johnny Depp has done. That’s the name of his character too and Jack used it as his latest alias. So there you go. Well done to those of you that got them. ^_^
This time to make it easier I’ll number the jokes. Same rules apply. For each one you get right you can ask a question about the next chapter and I’ll answer it straight up. I could only think of two things this time, sorry.
Oh yes, I forgot to answer this question in an e-mail to Ms. Robinson: Stockholm’s Syndrome is the condition when a hostage bonds with their kidnapper and starts to look at them as their protector and not a threat so much. Or even if they do see them as a threat, they still do whatever the person tells them. Sorry about not answering it, total brain fart on my part. ^_^
Author: Lydia NightShade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Warnings: Swearing, some gay bashing and horrible villianization of certain characters.
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: Will goes home… he is not happy. Barbossa gets to be the bastard we all know him to be! What a good little asshole he is. *nods*
Author’s Notes: Whoot. Spring Break insomnia, isn’t it swell? Most college students are in someplace warm and tropical right about now. Drinking something insanely alcoholic and dancing with hot sweaty strangers… me? Oh, I’m sitting here in my messy room waiting for the SNOW to start falling and writing gay porn at fucking one in the morning. Bitter? Naaaaaah… *punches hole in wall* Heh! Well look at that!
Author’s Notes 2: I started an LJ community called bullshit_lies It’s basically fake news mocking the ridiculous stories the tabloids come up with. We use stupid pictures of celebrities and make up stories behind them. Nothing on it is true, it’s all for laughs. Come check it out. If you like Weekly World News then you must check this out. We’re even more ridiculous lol!
Governor Swann’s private jet had never been more silent. Much to the hospital’s chagrin the Governor had insisted on taking Will home as soon as possible without counseling. He had made the decision immediately after Will’s doctor reported to him that Will had been sodomized, however there was no tearing or other signs of forced entry. This was just something he could not handle. It was also not something he wanted getting around the hospital. It would be one thing if Will had been forcibly raped by his kidnapper, but the idea that his ‘son’ may have actually been a willing participant was simply too much for the old man to stomach.
“I hope you know how utterly disappointed and disgusted I am with you. To think you did that willingly--with street trash no less!” Will ignored his father’s emotional turmoil, settling for staring out the small window at the clouds. He was dressed in scrubs as his other clothes were bloodied and dirty. Also the police wanted them for evidence collecting.
His father sat across from him in the four-seater ‘booth’ in the back of the small plane. “How could you do that?! It’s… it’s… so… so wrong!” Swann stammered, trying to push the mental image out of his head. At his father’s last comment Will slowly turned to him, apathetic eyes staring straight through the older man. A smirk crept on the teen’s face as he commented dryly.
“Yeah it was wrong… but it felt damn good.” Will licked his lips and continued to smirk smugly as his father’s head practically exploded.
“I don’t believe you! You’re absolutely disgusting—no respect either!” Swann put his head in his hands, overcome with shame. Will rolled his eyes.
“And you raised me, so what does that say about you?” Swann was livid. Without warning he threw his glass of water right in Will’s face, startling the teen. Will wiped at his eyes angrily and glared up at his adoptive father as Swann stood before him, smoldering with rage.
“Don’t you ever insinuate that I had anything to do with your perversion! It’s the devil’s work! I had nothing to do with it!”
“Go back to church old man!” Will snarled, throwing an ice cube at his father. The old man stormed off to sit further up, away from the sinner. Will watched him go, feeling a small twinge of pain from the complete rejection. He hadn’t quite gotten rid of all his feelings for his father.
Even if Swann was treating him like shit now, the man had fed, clothed, sheltered, and even loved him for many years. The added grief of knowing his real parents were dead only made everything seem more hopeless. If he had been given up as a child then he could have at least imagined that his real mother and father were still out there waiting for him, ready to accept him. However that was not the case for William Turner. Biting his lip in a pathetic attempt to quell the tears he felt prickling at his eyes, Will curled up in the seat with one of the throw pillows and silently cried as he watched the clouds pass by.
Jack sat on the balcony of his hotel room staring down at the busy lights and cars rushing past. The smoke from his cigarette was swept away in the night air and he closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of cool air on his sweaty, naked chest. He was still rather drunk, but it wasn’t the happy drunk he usually was. As he looked down at the cars he couldn’t help but wonder if it would even hurt if he fell from this far up. What would his obituary say? Would anyone come to his funeral—would Will?
“William…” he mumbled. His lover’s name was practically a holy word now. The little twerp’s hold on him was as strong as ever too. Even with half a bottle of rum swimming through his body Jack still couldn’t bring himself to sleep with that twink that had reminded him so much of his gentle lover. Sure he had taken the young man back to his hotel room and they had gotten very close to coupling… but it just wasn’t right.
A mysterious, yet overpowering, feeling of nausea had attacked Jack and he had flown off his hot young companion and into the loo where he promptly emptied the contents of his stomach. For some reason unknown to Jack his bed-warmer didn’t want to stay after that and had left in a huff. He didn’t know why, but that left Jack with a horrible sense of filth and he had to shower.
When he let the water run over his face, washing away the grime, sweat, and makeup he found himself crying yet again. Crying was not something he did, and yet lately he sure as hell seemed to be doing a lot of it.
“Fucking kid,” Jack scoffed, taking another puff on his cigarette and exhaling slowly through his nose. It was the only satisfaction he felt anymore. It had only been a day or two since he had separated from Will and still he could feel the ache in his heart like a fresh wound that kept getting stabbed over and over. “What’s happening to me?” He took a shaky drink from his flask and rubbed his brow.
“It just won’t stop hurting… Why won’t it stop hurting?” he could feel the sobs coming again and he dropped the flask, watching the alcohol spread over the white concrete as his eyes went blurry. Sniffling slightly he bent forward, putting his face in his hand. “Oh god, what’ve I done?!” he rocked back and fourth.
“What’ve I done?”
When they finally arrived at their mansion, a storm of press was already waiting for Swann and William. The two hadn’t even gotten out of the limo yet and already the bulbs were flashing, making Swann very uncomfortable and Will nervous. The teen didn’t want the entire world seeing him so bruised up and think that Jack had been the one to do this to him.
“Damn, should have brought a hat or something.” Swann grumbled under his breath. Will didn’t seem phased, but inside he was trembling. His stepfather turned to him with a heated stare, “You don’t say one damn thing to them, you hear me?!” Will only flipped him off. Severely miffed the elder man rolled his eyes and opened the limo door, pulling on Will’s forearm as they made their way through the mob.
“Governor! Governor, a statement please!”
“Are you glad to be home, William?! What did your kidnapper do to your face?!”
“We’re you abused in any way, William!”
Using the collar of the scrubs as best as he could, Will desperately tried to hide his face from the flashes and microphones that were shoved mercilessly in his face. Some of the nastier taunts made him want to lash out and defend his ‘kidnapper’ and tell them all the real truth, but there was no opportunity. Swann kept him moving at a record pace. They made it into the front door and Swann practically threw Will into the foyer.
“Animals! I don’t know how they got past the front gate, but someone’s definitely getting fired for it. What am I paying my security team for if reporters can get through?!”
“Where’s Lizzie?” Will asked, rubbing his eyes in annoyance. She was the only person he wanted to deal with right now. He was surprised when his father spun around to face him with a mixture of anger and sadness.
“She disappeared! She went looking for you and I haven’t seen her since! I’m beside myself. If something happens to her I swear it’ll be on your head.” Will looked at him confused, scratching his head.
“What? How long ago was that? I’ve been gone for months. Haven’t you tried to find her?!” Will snapped, furious with his father’s impotence to protect his own damn children. “Can’t you do anything right?!”
“Get out of my sight!” Swann snapped before storming off into his study. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about.” he called over his shoulder as he slammed the door. Will glared at the closed door before letting out a roar of frustration.
“Welcome home, brat.” Will jerked at the familiar, loathsome voice. He turned to see Barbossa standing in the entrance to the living room with a smile of satisfaction gracing his lips. “So glad to see back safely. Did you enjoy your homecoming? I arranged it all for you.” He paused to take in the teen’s appearance and chuckle. “Nice face. Is that the newest trend? Black eyes and fat lips.” Will reached up reflexively to cover his bruised cheek.
“You let in those reporters? Swann wants you fired then. What a shame I won’t be seeing you around anymore. I’ll always have your stench though.” He started to limp towards the stairs to his room, but Barbossa wasn’t finished.
“Oh, don’t worry. I won’t be going anywhere. I’ve already arranged for one of your friends on the staff to take the fall. I’ve been knocking them off like flies since you left. It’s so satisfying.”
“You can’t do that! I’ll tell what really happened.” Will fumed, storming up to the taller man without fear. “You are the lowest form of scum I’ve ever seen.” Barbossa only smirked.
“Foolish, boy. I have your father eating out of the palm of my hand. If I were you I’d start showing me a bit more respect. I rule this house now.” He grabbed the teen’s arm to emphasize his point, squeezing hard. Will jerked free, rubbing his arm where he’d been gripped. “Where’s Elizabeth, you toad? I know you know.” He moved forward, forcing Will into a corner.
“I don’t know—but even if I did I sure as hell wouldn’t tell you!” Will seethed, not giving into the intimidation. “The further away from you she is the better. Pervert.”
“Be very careful, my young friend. I can make your life exceptionally unpleasant.” Will jerked past him, scoffing at the threat.
“You’re too late.” he mumbled, walking defeatedly up the stairs. Barbossa smirked as he watched the broken boy limp up to his room.
“That’s what you think…”
Elizabeth and Ana were strolling down one of the many shopping plazas of Port Royal, looking at outfits and munching on a box of popcorn chicken they had picked up from a street vendor. They both looked like something straight out of a biker catalogue and Lizzie couldn’t be happier. She adored her new look and would be loath to part with it when she had to go back home. As they passed a television shop, the display of TVs in the window was broadcasting the news.
“In our top story, the son of Governor Swann has been recovered and safely brought home. William Swann seemed in good health despite the bruises covering his face. Both parties declined to comment and no suspect has been named by the police. All in all it seemed a happy homecoming, though Elizabeth Swann was curiously not present.” The video of Will and Swann running into the house was then shown, making Elizabeth drop her chicken and stare open-mouthed.
“His face…” she whispered, placing a hand on the glass in an attempt to stroke her brother’s image in comfort. Without warning she spun around and looked at Anamaria. “You told me he’d be safe with Jack. Look what he did to him! I’ve got to get home right away—he needs me!” She turned to head back to the hotel, but Ana grabbed her and pulled her into an alley.
“Don’t be stupid! I know Jack, he wouldn’t do something like that to your brother—there’s foul play here, I can smell it. You need to contact Will before you go home. Find out if it’s even safe to go back.”
Lizzie struggled in her grasp, not wanting to listen to the notion, but eventually she relented. Sighing in surrender she nodded and was released.
“Fine, we’ll do it your way, but so help me if Jack hurt him, I’ll kill him.” She wiped at her eye and then exited the alley. “Let’s find a payphone. I bet Will’s private line is still working. We can reach him that way and not be traced to anywhere incriminating.” Ana raised her eyebrows in awe.
“You’re getting good at this.” She faked a tear. “My little baby is growing up, I’m so proud!” she then burst into fake tears, causing her blonde companion to laugh despite herself. After a few playful smacks with her shopping bag, Elizabeth took her lover’s hand they went off to find a payphone.
Will emerged from his bathroom wearing his pajama bottoms and a blue, long sleeved t-shirt. He toweled his hair dry lazily. It felt really good to be back in his room with all his special scented toiletries instead of going days on end without one and then only having dinky little complimentary bottles that either smelled like crap or had no scent at all. Perhaps he was a bit spoiled, but when it came to his hygiene he didn’t feel all that apologetic for wanting to be pampered.
He threw his towel on the floor and flopped on his mattress, flat on his stomach, sighing in deep satisfaction at the goose down mattress. This was something he had missed greatly, all his comfy pillows and blankets. He smiled impishly as he wrapped himself up completely in his blankets and snuggled into his pillows. This was definitely better than sleeping under a bridge!
Hesitation hit him as he fell back into memories of the nights he’d spent sleeping safe in his lover’s arms. Even when they didn’t have the most comfortable place to sleep it never seemed quite as bad when he could rest his head on Jack’s chest and listen to the biker’s steady heartbeat. Two silent tears streamed down Will’s cheeks at the thought of what he’d lost forever.
Just as he was about to completely surrender to his grief, Will’s phone started to ring. Who would be calling him was beyond his imagination, it was sheer morbid curiosity that led him to even answer it.
“…Yes?” he asked suspiciously.
“Wilma! It’s so good to hear your voice again!” Lizzie’s overjoyed voice answered back. Tears instantly started to fall from both of their eyes. It had been far too long.
“L…Lizzie?” Will managed to choke out, so overcome to hear her voice after so many months apart. “Is that really you?”
“Don’t you start crying, William because then you’ll get me going and then my mascara will run and it’ll just be a big ol' mess, okay?” She said with mock authority. Truth was she was already ruining her makeup; she just hated to hear her older brother sad.
“Where are you? Are you safe? Do you need something?” Will asked, completely worried for his baby sister. “Dad said you went looking for me. What were you thinking?!”
“I was thinking that no one else was doing a damn thing to get you back so I was going to. I imagined the most horrible things happening to you, Will… I was scared to death. I couldn’t just sit around the house with that man that’s supposed to be our father and watch him do nothing while you were possibly being murdered!” she took a minute to calm down, “But, yes, I’m fine. I’m still in Port Royal and I’m more worried about you. I saw you on the news...” she twiddled with the phone cord. “Where’d you get those bruises, Will… was it Jack?”
“How do you know about Jack?” Will asked in shock. “Did they catch him?!”
“Um… this is gonna sound kinda weird but… I’m sleeping with his best friend.” Lizzie said. The awkwardness was so thick Will could practically taste it. He just sat there on his bed, gawking , not even knowing how to process that.
“Wha… Wh-What?! You’re what?! WHO?! I’LL KILL HIM!” Lizzie laughed at his protectiveness.
“First of all, it’s a she and there will be no ass kicking. She’s been nothing but a gentleman with me.” Lizzie quipped, smiling facetiously.
“A woman? Lizzie you slut! I thought you had your eye on Benny at school with the weird sister! (1)” he teased her. “You’ve got to explain this one.”
“Oh, I’m the freak, Mr. I’m-sleeping-with-my-kidnapper?” she scoffed playfully. Will blushed from head to toe.
“How did you know that?! Have you two been talking or something?” Will asked, his annoyance coming out.
“I only got to talk to him briefly and I wasn’t impressed. You could do so much better, sweetie. Anamaria talked to him. She’s been keeping tabs on the police activity here for him.” She waited for the response, but only got a disbelieving scoff. “So did he do that to you?”
Will blinked back tears and thought of how to describe it. “No… but he did hurt me… you just can’t see the bruises he gave me.” Will mumbled, pulling one of his pillows towards himself to cuddle. “The guy that did this to me… I don’t know how he found me. He was one of the more dangerous thugs that were hunting us. He almost killed Jack last time and busted up my ribs…” he trailed off at the frightening memory. “I don’t think I’ve ever been that scared before, and not for myself. Anyway, Jack left me tied in a house and that bastard found me somehow and kicked the crap outta me. He said he had been hired, but I don’t know by whom. I’m a little worried, Lizzie… maybe you should stick with Anamaria for a little longer—just until I’m sure it’s safe here, okay?”
Lizzie had tears of her own falling down her cheeks as she listened to her brother’s heartbreaking confession. She really wanted to beat the snot out of Jack for hurting her big brother, even if it was only emotionally. “Okay, Will, if you think that’s best. You call me if you need anything. I still have my cell phone.” she offered, not feeling very relieved that her brother was home.
“I will. I should be fine though. I’m probably just being paranoid, but Barbossa is really giving me the creeps—even more than usual—and I don’t want him knowing where you are right now.”
“All right, if you think that’s best. I don’t like leaving you there though. You call me if you need anything, okay?” She insisted. “I don’t want you to feel alone.” Will smiled and rubbed at his eyes.
“What have I told you? I’m supposed to be the protective one, silly.” He could hear her laugh on the other end and felt slightly better. At least his sister would be okay—life wasn’t all bad. Footsteps coming down the hallway made Will perk up and he felt worry knot in his stomach. “Lizzie I have to go—I love you, be careful, goodbye!” he rushed, slamming the phone down just as the door opened.
“Will?!” Elizabeth stared at the phone in panic, hitting the receiver. “He hung up on me!”
“What happened?” Ana asked.
“He said someone was coming and had to go… I was hoping to talk to him longer. He thinks we should stay together and that I shouldn't come home right now because things aren’t safe there.” she said sadly. Ana smiled, putting her arm around the blonde’s waist.
“I like him already.”
Barbossa marched into Will’s room looking cockier than ever. Glaring death at him, Will sat up on the bed. “Can’t you knock?”
“I don’t have to; it’s practically my house now.” he smirked, clapping his hands to signal the person lingering in the hall to come in. Will’s face lost all color as he saw Bosun walk into the room, dressed in nice clothing and grinning. The teen scampered out of bed and made for the door only to be caught by the big thug. He made to shout, but his mouth was covered. Barbossa walked up to the hyperventilating teen with a satisfied snarl on his face.
“Meet your new bodyguard, William. I can’t have you creeping off to see Elizabeth without me knowing, now can I? Bosun here is going to be keeping a close eye on you. Oh, and…” Barbossa walked over to Will’s phone, pulling it from the wall, “no more unsupervised phone calls.” Will pushed against the hold his captor had on him, tears of frustration in his eyes. He moaned in defeat as Bosun twisted his arm.
“I look forward to working with you again,” Bosun taunted, stroking Will’s face in a condescending way.
“Don’t think about trying to contact the police either. I’ve already bribed a psychologist and a psychiatrist to diagnose you and put you away if you try to ‘make up’ stories about me and your new friend.” His smug smile sickened the teen, but there was nothing he could do. Barbossa strode up to his victim, and played with a strand of Will’s still moist hair. “Still don’t want to tell me where Elizabeth is?” he cooed. Will stared hatred at the older man, appearing to contemplate his options. “Come on, I know you want to tell me,” Barbossa prodded. Will jerked away from the older man, spitting in his face.
“Fuck you.” he seethed. Barbossa wiped the spit from his face, a most unhappy expression on his face.
“Very well… Bosun, you know what to do.” With that he left, not looking back as he heard Will’s cries of pain. Bosun twisted the teens arm, forcing him to bend to forward before he smashed Will’s face against his own bed post, knocking him unconscious. He left Will lying on the floor, huddled up in a ball of pain before joining Barbossa in the hallway.
“Won’t his father notice the bruises?” he asked, out of concern of being caught, not the teen’s welfare.
“That oblivious old fart? Hardly. Besides, if questions are asked we’ll just say that Will’s not healing as well as we’d hoped. Perhaps he has a deadly disease—that would work out quite well with my plans anyway.” Barbossa chuckled darkly as they walked down to the kitchen to get some dinner. “Just remember to keep him on the premises. I don’t need another kidnapper mucking up my plans again.”
“Aye, sir.” (2)
Tbc…
Okay, I started this when I was on spring break and had every intention of getting this out much sooner, but alas, my world sort of went to shit for a while. It’s still not entirely fixed, but it’s much better. I know, you’re all sick of hearing about my life, but I thought I’d at least offer an explanation. I had some serious school trauma that sent my depression off and then I had friend issues… bleck. I do try, believe it or not.
Answers to last times jokes: 1.) 867-5309 plus an area code was the number that Jack dialed to get Will’s house. I think you know that 80’s song? I love it. 2.) 1313 Mockingbird Lane was Jack’s home address and in TV Land it’s the address of The Munsters too! I used to love that show. Still do actually. 3.) Donnie Brasco, the one that most of you got, is a movie that Johnny Depp has done. That’s the name of his character too and Jack used it as his latest alias. So there you go. Well done to those of you that got them. ^_^
This time to make it easier I’ll number the jokes. Same rules apply. For each one you get right you can ask a question about the next chapter and I’ll answer it straight up. I could only think of two things this time, sorry.
Oh yes, I forgot to answer this question in an e-mail to Ms. Robinson: Stockholm’s Syndrome is the condition when a hostage bonds with their kidnapper and starts to look at them as their protector and not a threat so much. Or even if they do see them as a threat, they still do whatever the person tells them. Sorry about not answering it, total brain fart on my part. ^_^