Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (33/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia Nightshade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, some gay bashing, non-con themes, kooky clerks again 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: It’s the only thrill in my sad, pathetic, pirate slash obsessed little life... well, that and getting shit-faced on Captain n’ coke…. *innocent grin*

Summary: Will runs away, but he gets fucked again! Figuratively… maybe literally too. Not sure how nasty I’m feeling or if I’ll get to it in this chapter etc!

Author’s Notes: Cheerio! I’m back from jolly old London and boy did I almost die! Nothing to do with terrorists… a strapping young Polish lad and a modern day rickshaw were the culprits. Never felt so undignified in my whole damn klutzy life! 'Twas a blast though. I love the English, they understand the importance of tea, damn it! Was there at the same time as Keira too, but alas… I did not see her, though I sprained my neck trying to spot her whilst on the tour buses. Speaking of which, I’ve got enough headphone sets to bring me into the next millennium.

Author’s Notes 2: There’s an alternate ending to this story written by my bestest buddy whilst I was in London. If you want to read it you can find it on my writing LJ. www.livejournal.com/users/night_writes I think that’s the URL. If not then just go to the LJ homepage and where it says “search” put in night_writes and you’ll get it.

Last note: Dude, watch Fullmetal Alchemist it’s da bomb!! *squees*



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The wind whipped through Jack’s dreads as he flew down the open highway well above the legal speed limit. He had had enough—enough of trying to pretend that he didn’t ache for his lover’s presence and enough of being a major asshole. True, there was still much danger for them both if they were together, and he didn’t want Will to get hurt, but the pain of being away from the twerp was just as bad. There wasn’t enough rum in the world to dull that pain or quench his desire for the tiny teen.

Swallowing his pride and the remainder of his bottle, Jack hopped on the Pearl and made a beeline for Port Royal. What he planned to do once he got there was beyond him. The police would still be looking for him and he had no idea how he would even get a chance to speak to Will, but there was hope and that was enough for the biker. After all he had just ridden all night through several states hadn’t he? Not having the luxury of a private jet really sucked. He’d only stopped for gas and to use the toilet. This was his hardest ride in many a moon.

“I’m going to be walking funny for weeks after this,” he moaned to himself as he felt his hips spasm at being forced to hold their position for so long. The jerking of his precious chopper and the weak shocks didn’t help much either. “Well, a good icebreaker I guess.”

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Will had just finished stuffing the last of his clothing into his duffle bag when he heard the rustling at the door and the sound of the lock opening. Oh god, was Avery here already?! As the door creaked open he had the forethought to throw his bag on the floor and kick it under his bed so as to keep his plan secret… and safe. He braced himself, waiting for Bosun or Avery or even Barbossa to come through that door and start tormenting him.

“I thought you might like some supper, Master William.” Yvette’s calm voice called out softly. A wave of relief washed over Will at the sight of his longtime servant and friend. She was one of the older maids that had been in the household for many years now. The elder woman was quite the pip too!

She had always been almost a grandmother figure to both him and Elizabeth, not having any children of her own. “I saw that you barely touched your food and then you left so suddenly.” She smiled sweetly, leaving out the obvious fact that Will hadn’t been given a choice on leaving. No need to bring up what they both knew.

“Oh… thank you…. I wasn’t really hungry anyway.” Will lied, though he took the offered tray. “How did you get this past my bodyguard?” he asked softly, digging in as the smells made his tummy rumble.

“That oafish bastard? I slipped him some ex-lax in his dinner. Rotten bastard is working for that sneaky son-of-a-bitch your father seems to think of as a friend. I don’t care for either of them. I’m so sorry for my language, but they are terrible.” Will almost choked on his carrots at her conviction. Yvette had never been one to mince words. If she hated you, odds are you knew it and got an earful as well. Adjusting the wig on her head, she looked to Will and motioned with her hand.

“Keep eating. You’re too skinny as it is and with all the beatings you take you can’t afford to skip meals. Eat. Eat, eat, eat!” she commanded, flapping her hands to help emphasize her point even more. Will laughed and shoveled the food into his mouth. He had barely been able to interact with anyone in the household that wasn’t under Barbossa’s thumb and he missed having a friendly ear. Worry filled him though when he thought of Barbossa using this visit as an excuse to fire the poor woman.

“Well, you finish that up and when you’re done you bring down the tray for Henry to wash. I’m tired I can’t stay up as late as you young people.” She yawned and headed for the door.

“Wait, I can’t bring it down, the door’s locked.” Will called out after her. She turned and winked, chuckling to herself.

“Don’t be stupid. I’m leaving it unlocked and that fucker will be shitin’ on the toilet all night with the amount of ex-lax I gave him!” She cackled with glee, shaking her head as she walked out the door, closing it softly behind her. Will just sat there with his mouth agape at her outburst.

‘Crazy or not she’s just made my life much easier,’ he thought, pushing the plate aside and grabbing his bag. He threw on his sweatshirt and Jack’s bandana before sneaking out of his room and down the stairs. The house was frightfully still. Barbossa had given all unnecessary staff “permanent vacation” as he called it, so there were fewer eyes to witness his deviance.

As Will made his way into the foyer he saw light coming from the direction of his father’s study. Barbossa and Swann were undoubtedly in there, plotting something against him. Knowing he should just leave, but not being able to get the better of his curiosity, Will crept towards the light, peeking in to figure out what they were up to. He could see Barbossa standing by the filing cabinets and his father sat in his large leather easy chair. Both had brandy snifters and cigars. It was like looking at a page straight out of an editorial cartoon from the twenties about big oil tycoons.

“So when do you think you can bring in this tutor?” Swann asked, taking a sip.

“He’s being brought in as we speak,” Barbossa offered, taking a long puff of his cigar. “Speaking of William, have you taken him out of your will yet as we discussed?”

This made the teen quirk an eyebrow in shock. He hadn’t expected them to bring in Avery so quick, and what the hell did Barbossa care about whether or not Swann had changed the will?

“As a matter of fact I have—just made it official this morning. That little faggot won’t have my hard earned money to fall back on with his buddies. My precious daughter gets everything when I go. She’s the one that really deserves it anyway.” Will felt his chest constrict at the utter hatred he heard in the man’s voice. It still hurt to be rejected by Swann, no matter how much he’d come to hate the man. He was still a father figure.

“Excellent. I have to say I agree, and it makes my life much easier as well.” Barbossa hissed, reaching into his coat pocket to pull out something that, from where Will was hiding, looked like a pen. What was the old codger up to now?

“I beg your pardon?” Swann stammered, a bit taken aback by the statement. “I fail to see what it has to do with your life. I know you care about my precious Elizabeth, however…”

“However, I plan on marrying her as soon as you’re dead. She’s a minor and the money will go directly to me.” Barbossa interrupted stalking over to the old man with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

“What?!” Swann scoffed, mirroring Will’s sentiments and getting up to meet the man in the middle of the room. The teen knew Barbossa was a dirty, gold-digging pervert! “I will not approve of such a union. You’re my best friend, but Elizabeth is far too young for you and I plan on living for quite some time anyway!” Barbossa just smirked.

“You see, that’s the trouble with plans, no matter how well you think you’ve laid them out, something always seems to come along and fuck them up, doesn’t it?” He practically hummed as he grabbed his long time friend by the arm and jammed a syringe into Swann’s neck. “Don’t worry, old friend, I’ll take good care of your precious Elizabeth—and I’ll have a wonderful time fucking her into your mattress,” he seethed into the old man’s ear as Swann started to gasp for air and his body twitched and convulsed.

“What—what have you done to me?” he choked from the floor.

“Potassium Chloride. It’s a lovely little substance. You see, give someone too much and it tends to give them a heart attack, but leaves absolutely no trace of foul play. Fascinating stuff it is.” The murderer slowly strode around his friend as the dying man made a feeble attempt to get to the phone on his desk. “I don’t think so,” Barbossa snapped, kicking the old man back onto the floor.

Will covered his mouth as tears streamed down his face at what he was seeing. Part of him shouted at him to go in and help, but the part that controlled his feet seemed to be frozen in fear. He couldn’t believe the bastard was actually this evil! He was witnessing a murder and he couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it because he was too busy trying to process that idea in his overtaxed brain!

He must have let out a tiny gasp because something he did caught Swann’s attention. Will felt himself start to shake as he made eye contact with his adoptive father. The man’s face was beet red and his veins were popping out all over his face, a small stream of drool coming out the side of his mouth. Will just shook his head, not knowing what else to do.

“Help… me…” Swann strained, reaching out to the paralyzed teen. Will backed up, still shaking his head in terror at what he was seeing.

“Who are you talking to?!” Barbossa roared running over to the door and smashing it open, knocking Will back. Their eyes met, Barbossa’s filled with surprise and hatred and Will’s with shock and fear.

“YOU?!” Barbossa snapped. “How the hell did you get out of your room?!”

Will only stared up at him, completely dumbstruck, instinctually taking a step back.

“M-m-murderer!!” Will screamed, and then he ran for the door with Barbossa in hot pursuit.

Barbossa knew he had to catch Will before the stupid kid starting shouting what he'd done from the rooftops. But Will was just as determined to get away from the murdering thug and his terror gave speed to his feet.

He didn’t even know where he was going; just that he was getting out of the house. But as he climbed the wall on the other side of the gatehouse so the guard would not stop him, the security alarms went off, startling Will and almost causing him to lose his grip.

Damn! He had completely forgotten about the alarms. The cops would be swarming all over this place in a few minutes and he didn't want them to find two bodies in his father's study. Just as he was about to go over the wall, Barbossa grabbed his foot and hauled with his considerable strength, trying to dislodge the teen before he could make it to the top. Will was so pumped full of adrenalin, he kicked hard with his other foot, merely intending to leverage it against the wall to push himself up, but he felt it connect with something, heard an angered grunt over the wailing alarms, and he was free.

He tumbled over the other side, the duffel bag he had failed to drop breaking his fall. Immediately he leapt to his feet and ran for the main road. He had no idea how late it was but there was never much traffic on the road past the mansion, Swann paid extra for that. When he saw the chauffer driven town car gliding toward him he ran to flag it down, and when it actually slowed to a stop he nearly fainted with relief.

The back window slid down and a well dressed, auburn haired young woman regarded him suspiciously.

“I need a ride—anywhere!” he was panting and sweating, flailing his arms desperately. “Please!”

The young woman looked him up and down. The kid had a lot of bruises, she noticed, and he was certainly in a panic.

“What’s in the bag?” she asked.

Will looked at her, confused, before his frazzled nerves finally registered that she was asking about the duffel bag he clutched like a drowning man would clutch a lifesaver.

“Oh… it’s… my life,” he said, embarrassed. “Clothes… money… condoms…”

“No guns or knives? Are you a psycho killer?” Will looked up at her uncomprehendingly. “Never mind," she smiled, you’re too spacey to be a killer. Get in. I’m heading to the edge of town to meet up with some friends. I’ll take you that far.” Will smiled gratefully and hopped in beside her. “Just to warn you though, I do know self-defense and my chauffer is not someone to piss off either.” She scowled and Will swallowed hard and nodded.

“I just need to get away…” He noticed her looking at him as if he was a specimen in a lab and squirmed in the seat opposite her. “What?” he chewed on his lip.

“You’re the Swann kid aren’t you?! Oh my god, this works out so well. My friends just love you. You met them at Hot Topic and then again at that hotel.” She smiled warmly, her green eyes sparkling with glee. “I’m Julz. I run a candy factory down town—a pleasure to meet you.” She took his hand and shook it, not waiting for him to offer. “What a small world—amazing.” she mumbled to herself, sitting back and laughing. Will smiled wearily, but he couldn’t honestly get any mirth out of the situation. Perhaps if he hadn’t just witnessed a murder he might…

“I’m… I’m in big trouble… can you help me? I need to find my sister…” Will stammered, trying to not completely fall apart in front of a relative stranger. “I… I need help,” his lip quivered and silent tears fell down his cheeks, causing the young woman to move next to him and pull him into a hug. Never one to turn down genuine affection, Will took the opportunity to bury his face in her chest and sob openly. “I’m in so much trouble!” he wailed.

“He-he-he’s gonna kill me now, I know it!” Julz felt the young man’s entire body quake with fear and her heart broke.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. We’ll figure it out. You’re safe for now. Just let it out.” She rubbed his back comfortingly and let him cry, even if it was soaking her blouse. “My friends were right, you are emotional.” she teased, earning her a small—very small—laugh from her new companion. “Sorry, I joke when I’m nervous.”

“Where are you meeting your friends?” Will asked, pulling away from her and wiping at his eyes. Julz took a tissue and cleaned up his running eyeliner as she spoke.

“This little dive on the edge of town called "The Golden Spork". They liked the name so they applied to work there and now one of them practically owns the thing since the actual owner is a drunken idiot.” Will twitched at her frankness. He sniffled and tried to smile to hide his apprehension.

“Um… oh…g-good for them. They seem to have trouble holding down a job.”

“You don’t know the half of it.” Julz laughed, leaning back.

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Jack had finally made it to the outskirts of Port Royal and it couldn’t have come at a better time. The Pearl was in bad need of a rest and his legs felt as though they would fall off if he moved the wrong way. Pulling up to the nearest bar, The Golden Spork, he hobbled inside in search of some libation to give him the confidence to go and speak to Will.

Opening the heavy wooden doors, he found himself inside a cotton candy gothic gay bar and completely at ease. There was a dance floor over to the right, a stage for bands to play and back rooms for only the gods knew what. Stumbling up to the bar he took in all the hot young things rubbing up against each other and signaled to get the bartender’s attention.

“Nice place. Which one of you was smoking crack when you designed it?” Jack quipped as he recognized the red headed cynic smirking at him, his drink already poured.

“Very funny, biker boy. I was wondering when you were going to show up. I was getting tired of all the late night drunken phone calls about how much you fucked up. How the hell did you find my cell phone number?” Jack took the glass with gratitude and downed half of it before answering.

“Billeh slipped it to me before we left the hotel. Something about we were too cool and too hot to lose touch or something,” he waved his hand dismissively and downed the rest of his drink. “Please, sir, can I have some more?” He pouted and batted his eyelashes hoping it was a ‘yes.’ She rolled her eyes and filled it up again.

“So when are you going to head up there and see him? I couldn’t believe it when I saw it on the news—thought you’d be in jail by now.” Jack lit up a cigarette as she handed him the glass. “Oh! Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie!” She snatched the pack and lit up before Jack could stop her. “Ooooooohhh, Goddess, that’s the shit…” she purred, exhaling slowly. “You can have as much rum as you want, just leave me the pack…”

“You’re supposed to be quitting,” Billeh’s voice shouted from one of the tables. “Holy shit... Jack!”

'Oh god.' Jack had only a moment before his sore body was assaulted by a very happy and bouncy gay boy.

“It’s been forever! I was hoping you’d show up, how did you know to come here?” Jack groaned, but smiled at the youth’s exuberance.

“I didn’t, I just seem to be… lucky… I guess. Always get stuck with—I mean run into—you guys.” He smiled, pulling out of Billeh’s clutches. “Easy on the goods, luv, I’ve been riding for almost five days straight. I’m hurting in places I didn’t know I had.”

“Damn, you really made good time then. I didn’t know that beat up old bike could go that far.” Billeh said innocently, still smiling to see his friend again. Jack glared murder, but another glass of rum stopped him.

“Just drink.” The red head commanded. “So, are you staying here long? Julz is stopping by and I really want you to meet her. We’ve done nothing but talk about you and we only came here because she’s getting married soon.”

“You should come to the wedding—bring Will too!” Billeh interjected excitedly. “It’ll be so much fun!”

“I don’t know how long I’m going to be here. I don’t even know why the hell I’m here in the first place. I’m just fucked up. I can’t keep going on like this. I have to see him again, even if it lands me in jail… I have to see him,” Jack mumbled, staring into his drink and completely darkening the mood. The quirky clerks looked at each other with sadness, wondering what they could do to help, if there was anything.

“Oh… do you want some gum?” Billeh offered, digging into his waiter’s apron. “It’s bubbalicious, chases away my woes every time and you can trade it for stuff when they lock you up.” He handed Jack the pack. The biker took it with a smirk, not really knowing what to say.

“Yeah, thanks for killing the mood, asshole.” The bartender quipped. “How about you go keep Billeh company outside while they wait for Julz. She should be showing up in a little bit. I’ll give you another round of drinks on the house if you do.”

“How the fuck did I end up on guard duty?” Jack scoffed as Billeh pushed him out the front doors again and into the autumn night. “Well at least it’s quiet, I guess…” he muttered, taking another drag from his cigarette. Billeh lit up one of his own, enjoying a break from all the craziness and the company of the sexy criminal. Jack was never good with small talk so he opted to stay silent and just enjoy the tobacco.

“Something about the crisp air of autumn that makes these things taste even better. Lydia’s always a junkie mess around this time; weather gets her jonesing for one of these puppies.” He giggled maniacally and took a long drag. “Really funny to watch though.” Jack chuckled under his breath and shook his head.

“You two are fuckin’ nuts…”

It was then that they spotted a black town car pulling into the driveway. It maneuvered into a parking space next to the back of the building. Billeh smiled and waved as they parked.

“That’s Julz. Her driver is tres cute—he so wants me,” Billeh blew the man a kiss making him blush and look away. “So obvious!”

“Whatever… can we go back inside now?” Jack asked, completely uninterested in anything that didn’t pertain to himself. It was then he heard the familiar low tones of his lover’s voice coming from the direction of the car. Frozen in time, he was unable to turn around to confirm or deny if he was actually hearing Will’s voice talking to someone or just completely losing it.

“Oh my god, Jack, it’s Will! What are the odds?” Billeh cheered, brushing past the biker and pouncing the younger teen. “It’s been ages! How have you been?!” Will almost fell over but recovered quickly, beaming a wide smile.

“I missed you too. I can’t tell you how nice it is to see a friendly face. What are you doing in Port Royal?” Will never thought he could be so happy to see someone he barely knew, but he didn’t have many friends right now, so any kind face would be welcome.

“Let’s talk inside, it’s cold out here and there are bugs,” Julz groaned the last part, swatting at insects only she could see. “Damn it!” Both boys snickered to themselves as they headed for the door.

“Hello, Will…” Jack managed to squeak out, standing between his lover and the door. Will froze in his steps, his eyes growing wide and tearful. The teen stuttered and attempted to speak, but nothing came out. What on earth was Jack doing in Port Royal?! He wasn’t prepared to run into his lover so quickly, and the plethora of emotions that bombarded him was not what he had expected.

“J…Jack?”

Tbc…


I know…. YOU ENDED IT THERE?!?!?!?! Sorry… I was trying to give this mega long chapter since the one from before I left was short, but I just kinda crapped out after that. You have no idea how much I’ve been bribed and threatened to get that damn far. Took a poll on my LJ and so I’m just going to post when I have enough for a chapter from now on. Not going to worry how long it is. Well, it’ll be longer than 2 pages in word, but yeah.

Plus sides: We’re almost done! Also since you’ve all be so great I’m not even doing a contest. Just e-mail me and you’ll get a spoiler. Ask me anything, I’ll answer, but only one, ‘cause, gotta have some mystery right?