Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (37/?) 08/23/03
Author: Lydia Nightshade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Warnings: Swearing, some gay bashing, non-con, racial slurs, and horrible villianization of certain characters.
Disclaimer: HA! I own nothing! I’m a disillusioned college graduate with no future to speak of. 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! (Plot line and subsequent oddball random OC’s are mine though! Back off Disney!!)
Beta: Mike
Archive: My writing LJ www.livejournal.com/users/night_writes

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:

Author’s Notes: For some reason listening to Beethoven’s Claro De Luna made me want to write this story. I’ve been working on other ones. Then looked at my writing LJ and realized it was November when I last updated and felt like a real prat since Ylith manages to get these things out so much faster. *le sigh*

Author’s Notes 2:


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Barbossa’s backups were outside and already filtering into the building. William was still unconscious and in bad need of medical attention. Neither Ana nor Jack knew where any of their foes were precisely. Not to mention that the cell phone they were so counting on had no signal. The two comrades looked at each other with grim hope. Jack couldn’t keep carrying Will’s dead weight and there was very little chance they could move him even if they did get him to wake up.

“You go,” Jack whispered as they huddled in one of the offices. “You’re the most agile and the best at sneaking around. Go. Get help. I’ll stay with William.” He clutched the teen to his chest.

“I’m better at taking care of people than you are. Besides, I can’t leave you like this! You barely have any rounds left.”

“I’ll manage,” he hissed, leaning Will against the wall so he could inspect the gun shot wound. “Besides, he’s my responsibility, not yours. I started this fuck up and I’ll finish it.” Ana licked her lips nervously at the cryptic tone in her friend’s voice. This wasn’t like Jack. Granted it was a unique situation, but usually all the bumbler could think of was his own hide.

“All right, I’ll get help, but you stay the fuck alive!” she said firmly, getting up and running out of the room. She headed up; figuring all the exits downstairs would already be blocked. If there was any luck with her, then her bike would still be okay and undetected. If not, she’d hijack another vehicle somehow. She also needed to get her knives back from Bosun.

“Okay… let’s see what we’re working with,” Jack mumbled to himself, as he pulled up Will’s sweatshirt. “Fuck!” he cursed as blood was still oozing from the wound. Pulling his lover’s prone form forward, he checked for any exit wounds and found none, that wasn’t good. “That ugly thing’s still inside you somewhere innit?” he sighed, and shimmied out of his jacket. “My favorite shirt…” he mourned for only a moment before ripping the sleeves off and using them to stem the flow of blood on his lover.

“Ow…” Will’s tiny voice rasped as pressure was applied to his wound. Jack’s face lit up instantly has he saw the two brown eyes he loved so much open at last.

“Hey, baby…” Jack breathed, the lump in his throat making it hard to talk. “Thought I’d lost you again.” He broke off, unable to continue, his eyes burning. Will’s own eyes were welling up, but he didn’t care at this point. It was very likely that one or the other or both of them weren’t going to make it out of this alive.

“Where’s Ana?” he queried, trying to push himself up more, causing him to cry out in pain.

“Don’t move, don’t move, precious. You’ll only make it worse.” Jack doted, covering Will up with his jacket. “She went to go get help…” he swallowed hard, running his fingers through his dreads. “Things really aren’t looking good for us, precious. It’s gonna take a miracle this time I’m afraid.” Jack voice was laced with pain as he saw Will’s condition and listened to the shouting of the other men in the building.

“Don’t worry, Jack, you’ll think of something… you always do,” Will comforted, stroking the other man’s face and pulling him close. “Just rest with me, and Ana will bring help… let’s just rest a while… just for a while…” he drifted off, almost becoming unconscious again. Jack tapped his face gently coaxing the teen back to reality.

“Try and stay awake as long as you can, sweet pea.”

“You never call me that,” Will commented, his voice far away. “You never ever called me sweet pea… nope.” Tears were now flowing down Jack’s face, he couldn’t hold them in any longer as he watched William slipping away right before his eyes. “Jack… it’s cold,” Will whined, pulling the jacket closer to himself, his eyes half closed. The distraught older man took Will’s hand and rubbed it softly, placing small kisses upon it.

“Better, baby?” he asked gently. Will smiled and nodded.

“Much.” There was silence between them, loud crashes on the floors beneath them and even some on the same floor as them, only in different parts. Barbossa’s thugs were searching every room it seemed. Will looked toward the door and then back at Jack rather pointedly, his grip on the older man’s hand tightening. “Hey, Jack…” he licked his lips, as he felt the tears renew. “If I die here…”

“You’re not gonna die, baby, don’t even talk like that!” Jack interrupted angrily. Will calmed his lover by putting his other hand on top of Jack’s.

“If I die here,” he repeated, “I just wanted you to know that if Swann’s right, and I do end up in Hell…”

“Oh, Christ…” Jack muttered, not able to control himself. “Just stop, baby, please.”

“I just want you to know it was worth it… and I’d do it again.” Will looked up at his now weeping lover, and smiled serenely. “That’s all…” Jack couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t think. “It’s okay,” Will comforted, pulling Jack down to hold him, “Don’t cry… don’t cry.” Jack buried his face in Will’s lap, sobbing his eyes out by the deathbed confessions. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. This was all just some stupid get-rich-quick scheme that went horribly, horribly, horribly off course!

“You’re not going to die. I won’t let you.” Jack said sternly, pushing himself up and kissing Will tenderly. “I’m not waiting for, Ana, I’m going to go get help myself.”

“No, don’t leave me. Ana went to get help, just stay with me!” Will protested, holding on to the other man desperately.

“There’s no guarantee she’ll make it and these guys are searching every room. They could have already killed her; I won’t risk your life on those odds. I can’t just sit here and watch you die when I could have done something to stop it!” He caught himself as his voice got too loud. “Shit…” Fabulous, he’d probably led the bastards right to them.

“You can’t watch me die so you’re going to leave me here to die alone?!” Will pleaded, rivers of tears flowing down his cheeks. “Ana’s fine, please stay with me, please!” He whimpered, trying to stop Jack from checking how many bullets were left in the clip. He was surprised when it was thrust in his own hand. “What?”

“Take it. There’s only five shots left, but you shouldn’t need that many. I’ll draw them away, just I like I did before, remember?”

“Don’t do this to me…” Will pleaded, trying to give the gun back. He didn’t want Jack to leave him all alone and scared with a fatal wound.

“You said I’d think of something, baby, didn’t you?” Jack prompted holding the teen’s face in his hands. Will nodded his head as Jack wiped away his tears. “This is that something. I know you can make it, baby. Just hold on a little longer. Have I ever let you down?” Will hiccupped and looked away. Jack frowned, knowing that he had in fact let Will down many a time. “All right, bad example, but I’ll make it up to you this time, I promise!”

“Don’t leave me again, please… not now,” Will begged, still trying to give the gun back.

“Stop talking like you’re going to die!” Jack snapped, pulling away from the desperate hands.

“I am going to die!” Will screamed back. His tone shocked Jack into silence and alerted their enemies. “Why can’t you just accept that? I have.” Their eyes locked, both angry and scared, but footsteps were approaching. Jack grunted in frustration and leaned in for a passionate kiss.

“I never could accept things the way I found them, precious, just the way I am,” he covered Will’s hands over the gun. “Don’t miss, stay quiet, and stay awake. I’ll be back for you, with help.” One more peck and Jack took off. Will was sobbing denials and protests, but couldn’t get up to go after him.

“Come back, please come back…” he whispered, trying to keep his sobs quiet. “Oh god, don’t leave me here to die alone!” He heard the commotion in the hallway and heard the gunshots going off and jumped at each one. His breathing became increasingly panicked and he clutched the gun close to his chest. What had just happened? Was Jack dead? Was all hope lost?

“You missed. Ha ha, fuckers!” Jack’s triumphant voice echoed off the walls and Will could hear the erratic, clumsy running. Exhaling in relief his body slumped even more, causing pain in his side to flare up. His whole body was on fire from everything that had happened.

“Long hospital stay this time,” he mused, trying to comfort himself in the cold dark corners of the dilapidated building.

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Ana’s slim figure slid down the fire escape with lightning speed, her tiny frame barely noticeable in the dark night. Luckily she had encountered almost no resistance, only Bosun’s weakened grunts as she pulled her knives back out. The bastards had trashed both her bike and the Pearl—something to be avenged later for sure—so she ran. There were too many of these guys to get one alone in order to grab a vehicle as she’d hoped earlier. Barbossa really wasn’t fucking around.

Feeling like a panicked teenager all over again she bolted down the streets, arms flailing in her hurry. Elizabeth and the others should be around somewhere in the dismal neighborhood. If she didn’t reach a phone, then perhaps she could get to them. As luck would have it she found a surviving telephone booth just a few blocks over. Panting in relief she ran up to it exhaustedly and dialed for the police.

“911 Operator, what is your emergency?” The woman’s collected voice asked. Ana had never been so happy to hear law enforcement in all her life.

“I’ve got a boy in a factory downtown, he’s been shot and he’s in big trouble!” she sputtered out, suddenly feeling emotional. She just couldn’t take the thought of Jack’s face if Will died… not to mention Lizzie’s face. “You need to send a team of officers down here, now!”

“Please stay calm, ma’am. Where is the boy? Who is he? Who’s threatening him?”

“His name is William Turner—I mean Swann!” She mentally cursed at herself, “he’s at 420 Bronson Street and some guy named Barbossa shot him! He just shot him! It looks pretty serious and there are still some very bad men in that building looking for him. He needs help—he’s all alone!” Her voice became frantic, and she could barely think.

“I’m sending a police car out right now, ma’am. Do you know where inside the building William is?” Ana paused and pulled on her hair, trying to remember where she’d left her two friends.

“Shit… I think he’s on the third floor, an office—but I’m not sure, it all happened so fast.”

“What’s your name, ma’am? Are you in any danger?” Ana stopped, wiping at her burning eyes. This was the point where friendliness had to end—she had a record, so did Jack. “Ma’am?” the woman prompted. “Are you able to answer me?” Ana’s lips moved, but nothing came out.

“Fuck!” she cursed, hanging up and running back to the building. Why was she doing this? She could just easily escape now. Jack started this mess, let him suffer the consequences of getting caught! Damn this loyalty! “This is the last time I save you, Jack,” she muttered, moving double time to try and get back before the cops came.

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Will drifted in and out of consciousness, every noise making him jump back to awareness and grip the gun. He hadn’t heard anything for awhile, maybe Jack had gotten away and everything would be fine now.

“Just let it be over…” he sighed, letting his head rest against the wall again. His head felt so heavy now, he could barely hold it up anymore. Before he even realized it he’d drifted back to sleep.

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Jack dodged the bullets that had been shot at him, and managed to take out a few of the thugs by clever thinking and swift foot action, not to mention his knife… but there were still so many. What was he thinking? This was suicide, and he’d left William all alone in that dark room.

“Damn it,” he panted, ducking into a room to catch his breath. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, listening for any sounds of danger.

“This just isn’t your lucky day, is it?” Barbossa’s steely voice laughed from the shadows. Jack choked on his own breath as he opened his eyes to see the man stooped against the far wall, clutching his injured arm, and pointing his pistol right at him. Jack quirked a smile at his own rotten luck, of course he picked this room to catch his breath in.

“Easy now,” he placated, holding his hand up. “Don’t be hasty… I can just as easily walk right back out of here,” he offered in his most charming of tones.

“You ruined my life!” Barbossa hissed, moving forward with a pronounced limp.

“Did I hit you in the leg? My mistake,” Jack said nervously, honestly confused. He’d fired so many shots when Will went down he couldn’t remember. Not that he regretted causing the bastard any pain. In fact he hoped it had been him. ‘Now might not be the best time to bring that up though…’ he mentally chided.

“Shut up!” Barbossa snapped, taking a seat in a dusty chair. “I had it all worked out until you came along and fucked it all up!” Jack grimaced at the harsh tone, not really sure what to do next. It seemed his luck had finally run out. “You came and abducted the little rat and now all my plans have gone awry. Elizabeth is missing and I’m probably going to go to jail for murder unless that queer dies!” Jack twitched at the comment, his hatred for the vile man rising.

“Well you did mercilessly gun down an innocent young man… why shouldn’t you fry for that?” Jack hissed, unable to control his rage even though expressing it at this particular moment was quite detrimental to his health. “If you’re looking for sympathy, call Oprah.”

“You think you’re so fucking clever, don’t you?” Barbossa mocked. “You’re so willing to die for poor little William, are you?” the older man taunted. “You don’t even know who he is. You think he’ll make you rich? He’s got nothing now. His relationship with you has cost that boy everything he ever had.” Jack flinched at each barb as it was driven straight into his soul. “So if this is some pathetic con, I suggest you switch sides and help me,” Barbossa pulled out a wad of cash. “I’ll make it very worth your while.”

Jack eyed the cash, that was a lot of money, and he did have some serious debts to pay. “Thought I ruined your life?” Jack prodded, inching towards the door. Barbossa noticed and cocked the pistol.

“Not so fast.” Jack frowned at being caught, but stopped his movements. “I do hate your guts, boy, but I also need to get the hell out of here, and I know you’ve got debts.”

“How’s that then?”

“I know everything about you. I had your name beaten out of William a long time ago. I did a background check… wasn’t hard—impressive record by the way.”

“Thank you,” Jack nodded sarcastically. “Though I can’t match yours of beating and raping helpless teenaged boys,” he seethed.

“But you can abduct and extort them.” Barbossa snapped back, wounding the biker as if he’d shot him.

“Fuck you, I was desperate,” he whispered roughly. “Someone like you wouldn’t understand.” Barbossa just laughed.

“The lies we tell ourselves. You know damn well you hurt that boy far worse than I ever could.” He leaned forward to make sure he had Jack’s full attention. “He never cried for a week after anything I did to him—that was all you.” Jack flinched at the memory of when he left William in the house, the things he had said. “You made him love you, think you were going to take him away from his painful memories and instead you created all new ones.” Barbossa laughed, leaning back. “Now that’s cruelty at its best. Not only did you break his heart, you also ruined his life.” He started to clap, making Jack shake with rage. “My hat's off to you, Jack. After you there was nothing I could throw at him that phased him in the least—except threats of harm to you of course.”

“It was for his own good!” Jack shouted back, his voice cracking. “If I’d known what I was sending him back to, I wouldn’t have done it!”

“Really? Where is he now? Such a touching reunion only for you to leave him hurt and alone once again?” Barbossa asked, truly enjoying the look of doubt on Jack’s face. “It’s all right, I don’t care. I hate the brat. You’re my fucking hero.”

“Fuck you,” Jack seethed.

“No thank you, I’m straight.” Barbossa chuckled at his own joke, once again waving the money to get the other man’s attention. “So, what say you? Help a miserable old man out of a bind and you can have this to pay off your debts and never have to face your shame again.”

“I’m not ashamed to face William,” Jack protested, charging forward before the pistol was raised to keep him at bay.

“Then why do you keep running from him?” Barbossa countered. Jack started to respond, and by the look on his face it was to be a passionate response, but the words to go with his argument never came. “I’m right, I know I am. I see a lot more than people think, how do you think I manipulate assholes like you and your little playmate so well?”

“How do I know you won’t just shoot me once I get you clear of here?” Jack asked, changing the subject as quickly as he could. The last thing he needed was to be psychoanalyzed before he was murdered by this evil son of a bitch. “I mean, it’s not like I have a reason to trust you—or you me. We’ve pretty much based our relationship on trying to kill each other.”

“How do I know you won’t wait for my guard to be down and steal from me, thus leaving me to rot in prison while you get the money? Neither of us is in a happy situation. We’ll have to leave some things up to chance.” Jack laughed cynically and nodded.

“All right then,” he held out a hand to help the old man up. “Follow me. I’ll get you out of here.” Barbossa took it and leaned his weight on the younger man, throwing his arm over Jack’s shoulder. “Why not just ask one of your thugs?”

“They’ve got no loyalty to me. In fact, they probably want my blood as much as yours. I owe them money and there’s none to be given. I spent most of my remaining money onf trying to find you and the brat, now I’m on a bit of a budget.” Barbossa confessed, still pointing his pistol at the younger man to keep him in line.

“So how is it that they’re here and you can afford to bribe me to get you out of here?” Jack prodded, paying close attention to the position of the pistol. “Making me nervous about this arrangement and it’s already an uncomfortable one.” Barbossa laughed.

“Relax, lad, I’ve got you’re blood money right here. One person is much cheaper to bribe than a whole band of thugs—especially one so cheap as you. No offense.”

“None taken, you crotchety old fuck,” Jack spat back. “If they don’t like you then why are they here?” he asked again, trying to lull Barbossa into a state of ease.

“They were looking for me, so when it appeared that I was losing this fight anyway, I gave away my position. They think you’ve been hiding me so they’ll kill anything they find.” Jack looked at him in astonishment.

“You’re fucking crazy!”

“No, I’m vindictive.” Barbossa corrected.

“No, you’re flying!” Jack countered, using the lull in Barbossa’s defenses to throw the man over the railing. Screaming out in shock before he hit the floor with an unsettling snap, he lay splayed out on his back, groaning. “You can keep your filthy money too!” Jack snapped, spitting on the prone form. Barbossa screeched in rage, firing his pistol as best he could, causing Jack to jump and quickly retreat.

“Told you I couldn’t be trusted!” Jack taunted. Barbossa just roared in anger at his own stupidity in a time of desperation.

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Avery limped down the hallway holding his much abused nose. He had blacked out for most of what went on, but he was sure that something was going on and it appeared it was every man for himself. Figuring Barbossa had betrayed him, he was now trying to find a way out, but he could barely see from his swollen eyes.

“Damn bastard,” he muttered. Why were people always beating him up? He heard voices ahead in the dark and decided to bunker down in the room next to him. Closing the door softly he turned around and peered into the darkness looking for another way out. A small moan and shifting movement caught his attention. At first he could only see legs sticking out from behind a desk, but as he rounded it the person came into full view.

“Well I’ll be a bastard,” he breathed, finding none other than the object of his lust lying unconscious and helpless. Revenge could be sweet and there was finally no one around to interrupt him. “Wake up, baby,” he ordered, kicking the limp leg as he approached. Will startled awake, but he was obviously weak and not fully alert. Foggy brown eyes looked up at the towering blond and slowly recognition came to them.

“C…Coach?” Will wheezed, his pale lips barely getting the word out. Avery noticed the large amounts of blood on the floor and saw even more when he sat down next to the teen. Will followed his movements, his head lulling every now and again. Dark circles had formed under his eyes and he clearly fighting to stay conscious even though his life was in danger.

“Yeah, it’s me, Will.” Avery cooed, running his hand under the leather jacket that was covering Will’s torso. The teen cried out in pain as his wound was touched. “Eww!” Avery squealed, pulling back his hand covered in blood. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Stay back,” Will warned, his voice shaky from his weakness. Avery patted the teen’s face.

“Aww, you’re just cranky because you’re dying. Don’t worry I’ll give you a good-bye fuck worthy of note taking.” Avery patronized, leaning in to kiss the blue lips. Will tried to pull away, but he had no strength to fight. When Avery released him he started to kiss his way down the teen’s throat, slowly positioning himself over the injured body.

“Stop it… I mean it,” Will repeated his warning. “I mean it…” Avery ignored him, running his hand up the teen’s leg. “God you’re so sick!” Will almost laughed. “I’m practically a corpse and you’re still trying to rape me?” Avery pulled back and slapped him.

“Little faggots get what they deserve!” he taunted, but instead of seeing the usual submissive fear from Will he expected, there was a dark, defiant anger.

“So do big ones,” he whispered cryptically, holding the gun up to Avery’s stomach and pulling the trigger. The noise seemed to echo through the entire building and an eternity passed between the two. Avery stared unbelievingly into Will’s eyes as he clutched his stomach, feeling what the gun had done to him. Will returned the look with pain-filled hatred, lowering the gun before taking another shot, this time taking aim at Coach’s ‘pride and joy.’ Avery was in a rage, grabbing Will by the throat and squeezing as best he could. The pain was too great though and his body was failing him.

“You’ll never hurt anyone again …” Will choked out, tears burning in his eyes as he watched the other man fall. Avery still didn’t seem to know what had happened to him as he curled up on his side. Not able to bear it, Will looked away, dropping the gun at his side and passing out once again.

Tbc....

Not extremely pleased with this chapter, but I am trying. Beethoven just does weird things to a person. Plus I never planned the old bum so making the death of Avery adds to Will's death count. Whoopsie! Feh, if Disney can do it so can I damn it!!