Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (38/?) 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: Will’s not dead, but will it be a happy ending? Dum, dum, duuuuum!

Author’s Notes: So… who wants my blood?

Author’s Notes 2: Another most enthusiastic thanks to all the people that kept with this story no matter how damned long it took me to get chapters out and how many cliff hangers I threw at you. Bless ya!


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The police had swarmed the building just as Anamaria had managed to get Jack out. They now watched the scene, safely perched atop a neighboring building, hidden from view. It had not been easy trying to get the stupid biker to do what was best for him. By the time she had gotten back and found Jack they could already hear the sirens and Jack was loath to leave William lost in the lion’s den.

“What if they don’t find him?” he asked nervously, eyes searching for any sign of his young lover. Ana rolled her eyes and patted him on the back.

“They’ll find him. You know how thorough these pigs are on raids.” Jack chortled cynically and nodded.

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“This room’s clear!” shouted an officer as they searched the dilapidated building. They had rounded up most of the thugs outside, but there was still the possibility that some chose to hide rather than run in hopes of making their escape. Not to mention there had been a call about the missing Swann boy that was wanted for questioning as well. Officer Bana led the S.W.A.T. team as they swarmed through looking for signs of life.

Signaling to his team that he was going to enter the next office, he pressed against the wall and poked his head out briefly. “Looks clear,” he said quietly to his men before moving into the room, gun first. There was a small noise to his left, causing him to whirl around to find the missing Swann boy lying limply in the corner, the boy’s shaky hand holding the gun at him.

Will squinted at the light from Bana's gun, his other hand coming up to try and block it. “Stay back!” he rasped out. Bana noticed the body of the other man right away, and kept his gun trained on the youth.

“Police, drop your weapon,” he said sternly. Will could feel the tears building in his eyes at the word. Never in his life had he been so happy to see law enforcement. He could barely talk, but he had to be sure.

“B-Badge,” Will choked out, still barely holding up the heavy gun.

“Drop your weapon!” Bana repeated. Will shook his head, now using both hands to hold up the increasingly weighty weapon. At the same time other members of Bana’s team had started to filter into the room. William was clearly outnumbered but he insisted on holding his siege.

“Show me your badge,” he said again, his voice shaky and unsure. His vision was already blurry, but he didn’t want to be duped again by some criminal in police clothing.

“I said drop your weapon, kid!” Bana shouted, moving a few steps closer.

“Not until you show me your badge!” Will shouted, his fear and physical pain echoing in his voice.

“I have a shot, sir,” Officer Farrell informed his captain. Bana shook his head. The kid was clearly not dangerous, just terrified. Assessing the situation he lowered his weapon. “What are you doing, sir?!” Farrell asked in shock.

“He won’t fire, he’s just scared. Who knows what he’s been through,” Bana said quietly to his younger teammate. William still had his eyes fixed on them both. “We’re not here to hurt you,” he said calmly, holding up his badge.

“Toss it over,” Will said with equal calmness, barely able to hold the gun up anymore, even with both hands. Eric obliged and tossed it. William looked at it with squinting eyes, his vision failing him from blood loss. Bana noticed the copious amounts of blood. Will didn’t inspect the badge for long before lowering his gun and surrendering. “Okay…” he said innocently, putting his weapon on the floor and giving it as much of a push as he could. Bana smiled at the action. Officer Farrell picked up the weapon and examined it.

“He only had one bullet left, he informed his captain.

“Get the medics in here, now.” he instructed. Farrell nodded and headed back downstairs. “Are you William Swann?” Bana asked in a much gentler voice.

“Turner.” Will blurted out.

“What?”

“My name… is William Turner… he disowned me,” he stated flatly. Bana nodded.

“Where are you hurt?” he asked, looking down at the body of Avery. William rested his hand on the dead man’s head, stroking the hair.

“In every… possible… place,” he mumbled sadly before passing out.

“Double time on that medic!” Bana shouted as he tried to resuscitate the young man.

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William lay broken and bandaged in his hospital bed, his right wrist handcuffed to the rail. Having no way of telling whether or not the youth was actually guilty of conspiring to cause his recently estranged stepfather’s heart attack, which appeared to have come out of nowhere. At present an autopsy was being performed on the old man in hopes of discovering the truth.

It had taken a lot of blood and his spleen was a thing of the past, but the doctors had managed to save the boy from the brink of death. Now he was laid out in a hospital bed all alone with no relatives to call, as the location of Ms. Elizabeth Swann had been unknown to anyone in the Swann household for several months. Because of these unhappy facts, William was the favorite of all the nurses who passed by him and heard his story.

Certainly there were more severely injured people in the building, but all of them had family and loved ones around them to comfort and care for them. Little William Swann Turner had no one at all. It seemed almost fortunate on his part that he had not awakened at all since having been brought in.

“You poor thing,” Nurse Green mused, rubbing William’s hand gently as she held it. She had a rare moment of peace on her shift so she had decided to spend some time with the little lost boy in hopes it might cheer him somehow. Her voice was soft and almost musical as she spoke and she had often been told that it had curative properties—at least so her husband said. A small smile graced her face at the thought of her family waiting for her at home. Yet at the same time she felt a deep sorrow at the thought of her baby boy someday ending up in the same position as this patient.

“Jack…” Will’s tiny voice mumbled as a passing nightmare took its toll on him. Nurse Green jumped slightly at the word, but felt her heart swell with hope at the event also. Could he be waking up?

“William? William can you hear me? My name is Nurse Eva Green and you’re in St. Sebastian’s Hospital. You were badly hurt but you will recover.” The lad’s eyelids twitched and fluttered as he fought his way back to consciousness. Finally his sad brown eyes opened, already covered in a glossy haze of heartbreak. Eva smiled comfortingly and stroked some of his hair out of his face.

“Welcome back, William.” She said happily. William looked around the room slowly, his countenance becoming more despairing as he went. When his eyes once again fell on Eva she thought she would burst into tears herself at the look on his face.

“He’s not here… is he?” he asked softly, in a raspy and depressed voice. She looked at him, confused.

“I’m sorry; I don’t know who you mean. Is there someone you’d like us to contact?” Will sniffled and laughed bitterly, looking away as he felt his eyes burning. He shook his head and squeezed her hand in return as if he just realized that Eva was holding his.

“No… no one… I just want to be alone,” he said with melancholy, his voice cracking with tears. “I don’t want anyone to see me.” He looked down at his wrist, noticing the handcuff. “What’s this?” Eva bit her lip and looked away.

“The police are waiting outside. I understand there’s some legal matter going on with your father’s death?”

“Stepfather,” he said succinctly and with a touch of resentment. She nodded solemnly and patted his hand.

“Would you like me to send them in?” Will took a moment to consider and then nodded.

“Might as well.”

Eva nodded and walked out to get the officers. The police had been alternating guards since William was brought in. No one in the hospital was sure if they were there to protect the youth or keep him from escaping their investigations. Will didn’t even look at the men as they came in, preferring to stare out the window instead.

“Mr. Turner?” One of the officers asked, finally getting the lad’s attention. “I’m Officer McManus and this is my partner Officer Conrad,” he motioned at the man behind him, “I apologize for the need to handcuff you, but we’re still investigating your stepfather’s death. Mr. Barbossa has insisted that you had an active part in it,” he paused, scratching the back of his neck. “However, given his presence at the factory and after questioning some of the men we arrested there we’re not so sure that he’s a credible source.”

“You’re kidding,” Will replied tersely. Granted it wasn’t these specific officers’ fault that so many of the criminal things that had been done to him went undetected, but all-in-all William felt horribly let down by the police force over the past year. His sarcasm was not missed by the officers. William could see that he had put them off and felt a small twinge of guilt. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “it’s just… it’s been a rough year…” he sighed, rubbing at his bruised eyes.

“I understand, sir.”

“Call me Will, please. I’m too young to be a ‘sir.’” The gentle tone in William’s voice made the officers slightly more at ease. Officer McManus sat down next to the bed and took out his notebook while his handsome partner stood by the door to make sure no one disturbed them.

“Tell us all you remember about the night your stepfather died.” Will took a shaky breath and looked deep into McManus’ blue eyes as he thought back to the traumatizing event. There was an awkward silence before he finally spoke in a trembling, but determined voice.

“I didn’t kill him.” He said firmly. The officers exchanged looks and then looked back at the defensive teenager. “Shouldn’t I have a lawyer or guardian present?” he asked nervously.

“You’re not under arrest,” McManus insisted, holding up his hand to disarm the tension of the situation. “We just need to know what you remember to better collect evidence.” William chewed on his lip and eyed them suspiciously. If he told on Barbossa would they even believe him? Barbossa had so many powerful friends couldn’t the bastard just bribe people to say that Will was an irrational teenager with a complex brought on by sexual abuse and Stockholm Syndrome?

“Where… Where is Barbossa? Did he make it out alive?” He asked with obvious trepidation in his voice. Again the officers exchanged looks of concern.

“He is in a criminal ward right now. There are plenty of other charges already laid against him. This investigation is mostly to decide your guilt.” Will absorbed the information, a small smile spreading across his face before he caught himself.

“So he’s going to jail?”

“That’s up to the courts to decide. We just arrest them, we don’t prosecute.”

“See how he likes it,” Will sneered, again turning to look out the window. McManus was about to prompt the teen again when William started his story. “I was running away again. Barbossa was having his thug beat me every day and I couldn’t take it anymore,” he said his voice cracking only a little. “I was almost out of the house and I saw the light in Swann’s study… I don’t know why I went to it, but I did and when I looked in…” he broke off as the grief started to come back and his eyes started to burn. Covering his eyes and breathing heavily through his nose, Will tried to stay calm and not shed tears.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t really have time to process this already—everything was moving so fast and I had no one to go to! They all wanted to kill me! Plus all those weeks of never knowing what he was going to do to me and not knowing what was going on with Lizzie and I’ve just been through a lot!” His voice went impossibly high, embarrassing him even more than his tears that he now could not control as they came spilling over.

“Fuck! Why do I always do this?” he whined, rubbing his nose and sniffling.

“Are you saying that Barbossa kept you hostage in your own home?” McManus asked calmly, trying not to push Will, but still trying to get information. William nodded affirmatively and wiped a tear away.

“Yes. He told me that if I told anyone what he was doing he’d have his friend tell everyone I was crazy and lock me up. Do you know what that feels like?” he snapped, his bitterness coming back with a vengeance. “I hope he gets a really friendly roommate in prison, then he can know what it feels like!” The officers had to hide their amusement. These were serious charges after all.

“What did you see when you looked into the study?” McManus continued.

“My stepfather and Barbossa talking about Swann's will and then…” he took another deep breath. “Then Barbossa took out this needle and he stuck it in his neck,” he showed on his own neck as he continued. “I don’t know what was in it, but after that my dad started to twist in pain and his face got all red and he-he-he-he… saw me in the doorway… and he asked me for help…” He broke off, cursing under his breath as it all came flooding back. “But I couldn’t do anything! I couldn’t… move, couldn’t think—couldn’t speak! I left him there to die,” He said grimly, covering his face with his hands.

“What happened after that?” Will ignored the question for a moment, taking his time to sob out the fear and grief he had had to suppress at the time.

“I ran,” he said plainly. “I didn’t know what else to do so I ran. Barbossa had seen me and I thought he would kill me for sure if he caught me. I knew he was a soulless bastard but I didn’t really think he would kill someone until then and I didn’t know what to do—I’m practically a child for God’s sake!” he protested angrily making McManus smile in amusement.

“That is a lot to deal with at your age—at any age actually.” Will sniffled and patted the officer on the hand.

“Thank you, but I’m starting to get used to it.” At this McManus and his partner couldn’t contain their chuckles, but they suppressed them quickly and going back to their professional modes.

“How did you end up in that factory?” Will rolled his eyes and laid back on the bed with a big sigh.

“This is going to be a long story, Officer. You might want to stretch your hand first.”

“I’ll be fine, I promise.” McManus said smoothly, extending his writing hand for show. Will laughed in spite of himself. “Just tell us what you remember.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t think I can go through that again. Besides, all you want to know about is Avery really… isn’t that right?” he asked cryptically. Now it was McManus’ turn to be exasperated.

“Yes, we do need to know why you had a dead man on you.”

Will laughed. “Are you sure I’m not under arrest?”

McManus smirked at the coy tone. “Just tell us what happened. We’re pretty sure it was self-defense based on the crime scene evidence and the DNA evidence collected off of your person upon arrival at the hospital, but just to fill in the holes…” he waved his hand to indicate it was time for Will to start talking again. The teenager stared at him pointedly, filling the room with a pregnant pause.

“He raped me…” Will whispered, his eyes watering again. “Not just at the factory either…” McManus tried to show no emotion at the confession. The DNA evidence they had collected showed this, but it was always hard to hear a victim say it. “He tried it again… I warned him to stop—I warned him!” he said adamantly, looking into the officer’s eyes firmly. “But he wouldn’t stop… so I stopped him. I stopped him,” he repeated quietly, closing his eyes tightly. “I stopped him…”

“Is there anything else we should know?” McManus asked softly. William shook his head. “I think we have enough for now. You can come down to the station when you’re fully recovered and make a formal statement then.” McManus indicated for his partner to unlock the cuff. Will felt a swell of relief when he was finally free of the confinement, however minimal it had been.

“Am I going to get into any trouble?” he asked as he rubbed his wrist. McManus shook his head.

“I don’t think so. Our evidence supports your story and you’ve got no prior record. You should be fine.” He gave Will a reassuring smile before they left. Will felt tremendous relief to get his story off his chest and to know that Barbossa was finally going to be prosecuted, but he was still not completely out of worry. What would happen to him now?

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Shortly after the officers had left his room a male nurse came in looking rather hurried. Will eyed him as the nurse looked up and down the hallway before closing the door and putting a chair in front of it.

”What’s going on?” Will asked nervously, trying to move from his bed, but still too fragile from surgery to move without great pain. The male nurse turned around and pulled down his scrub mask making Will’s heart fall to his stomach. “Jack?!” he gasped in disbelief. “W-What are you doing here, what are you wearing?” Jack held up his hand to shush the over-excited teen and then sat down on the bed.

“I’m a wanted man, remember? I couldn’t exactly stroll in and ask to see you.” Will nodded, feeling horribly awkward at seeing the older man so unexpectedly. Especially since he had just been thinking such horrible things about Jack for just leaving him to die. A bitter smile crossed his lips and he pulled away when Jack leaned in to kiss him.

“How’d you know I was here? I haven’t even seen Lizzie yet.” Will said pointedly. He didn’t feel like pretending nothing was wrong, he still had some dignity left to not let Jack play him like a fool. Jack noticed the cold greeting and tried not to take it personally. He probably deserved it anyway.

“It’s good to see you too,” he muttered, wiping his mouth. “Your… charming sister has been stuck at the police station for ages. For a while we didn’t know what was going to happen so we all agreed it was best for her to stay away. Plus it took us forever to hunt you down. When we heard that they officially arrested Barbossa she turned herself in.”

“Oh… when can I see her?” He didn’t look at the older man, fuddling with the sheets instead.

“I don’t know I’m not really in her good graces. Everything I know I found out from Ana. I wasn’t part of the round table discussion!” Jack sputtered, making Will jump. Jack cringed at the harshness in his own voice, but it had been a very worrisome week for him as well. “I’m sorry to shout… I just… I didn’t know if you were alive or dead and I’ve been feeling really guilty this entire week,” he finally admitted, wringing his hands.

“Good.” Will snapped before he could stop himself. He flinched when Jack looked at him with a hurt expression, but it was damned true! “Well you did leave me to die!” he insisted, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m sorry, but it’s like… like whenever things get hard you ditch me somewhere and run off!”

Jack laughed nervously, picking at his nails. “Yeah, that’s me all right… always fucking up.”

Will rolled his eyes. “Don’t do that to me—don’t try to make me feel guilty for being angry,” he warned, his lip curling in irritation. “I lost my fucking spleen for you I think I’ve earned the right to yell at you!”

“I got scared all right?! I didn’t want to see you die so I ran away!” he explained, ashamed. “I fucked up! I was trying to help—every time I’ve left I was trying to help!” he pleaded, pulling on his dreads while Will ran his hands down his face, taking a calming breath. “I always come back though… that should count for something.” he added in a softer tone, looking up endearingly.

Will laughed despite himself, shaking his head in amusement. “Yes, you do…” he sighed. Jack laid his head on Will’s lap, burying his face into Will’s stomach and kissing his bandage. Will sighed again, and ran his fingers through Jack’s hair lovingly. There was an uneasy silence as Will played with the older man’s hair his humming giving away his nerves. Jack looked up with concern and couldn’t help but ask.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. Will chewed on his lip for a moment before opening his mouth a few times to answer, but his response fell flat. “Will?” Jack prompted, taking Will’s twitching fingers in his hand and squeezing reassuringly.

“Why…?” Will began and then broke off to collect himself. “Why are you here, Jack?” he asked seriously, anxiety written all over his face. “I know you well enough by now to know it’s not just to check up on me.” Now it was the biker’s turn to shift uncomfortably and chew his lip. The older man’s lack of response was almost enough and Will’s eyes started to water.

Jack rested their foreheads together, stroking his fingers in Will’s silky tendrils of hair in an effort to calm him. He leaned back and placed a kiss to Will’s forehead and took a deep breath. “I did want to make sure you were okay…” he fumbled. “Before…” Will examined his lover’s face and felt all his rage and emotion coming back.

“You’re trying to say goodbye again aren’t you?” he asked, his demeanor quickly changing back to the anger he had before. With all his strength he pushed Jack as hard as he could. “You fucker! What was all that bullshit about trying to get me to forgive you then?!”

“Well no one likes to go away angry!” Jack explained, holding up his hands in supplication. “There’s nothing I can do about this one!”

“What’s your excuse this time? There’s no one trying to kill us now, Jack!” Will snapped angrily, his eyes filled with tears.

“I’m your kidnapper, William!” Jack shouted back, silencing the younger man. “What do you think they’re going to do if they find me? Give me a badge of honor for seducing you?”

Will scoffed, his tears finally falling. “I can’t believe you…” he mumbled painfully. “I just can’t believe you.”

“We knew it was going to come to this, William—don’t act surprised now. Whatever may have happened to us along the way, to the outside world I’m the abductor and you’re the victim—that’s it.” Jack’s voice was resolute, but his face showed the agony he felt. There was a long pause, Will trying to figure out what to say and Jack trying to comfort his young lover with soft touches and reassuring smiles.

“It was a dream… a pleasant one, but a dream nonetheless…” Jack whispered. Will sobbed at the sentiment, he felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He looked up at Jack, but couldn’t think of anything to say. Jack wiped away his tears and pulled the teen in for a final kiss. Will held on tightly, not wanting to let go.

“It’s over, precious. I can’t put you through this life. I’m a crook, a scammer, con-artist, the scum of society, I can’t ask you to come with me.”

“But—But you could turn honest,” he offered, desperate to keep Jack with him. “Please don’t leave me again. It’s over—we’re safe now!” he pleaded, burying his face in Jack’s chest.

“I’ve got a lot of enemies, precious. I can’t keep putting you in danger because of my own selfish desires.”

“It’s not selfish if I want to be there!” Will countered. “I want to be there with you, Jack. I want to!” he insisted. “Please!” Jack held him close and kissed the top of his head.

“Oh, baby, I know,” he whispered, holding back his own tears. “You’ll move on though. Time heals all wounds,” he said half-heartedly. Will stiffened in his arms and pulled back, staring at Jack with an increasingly terse expression on his face.

“Time heals all wounds?” he scoffed rubbing where his scar would be from having his spleen removed. “That’s your justification this time?” Jack flinched at the tone and scooted down the bed slightly. “This wound isn’t going away, Jack. It’s going to leave a permanent, ugly scar—permanent and ugly!” he shouted, feeling betrayed and utterly pissed off.

“I’m not the one that shot you,” Jack retorted meekly, understanding there was more to this ‘scar’ than Will’s vanity.

“Fuck you.” Will hissed, surprising Jack even more. Will was rather bipolar when injured. They sat in awkward silence for a long time. Jack couldn’t think of anything to say to make his leaving more acceptable to the teen and, truth be told, it was probably better for Will if he hated him. Then he could find solace in some other person who would feel sorry for him when he regaled them with the tale of his unfeeling first love. ‘On second thought… eww!’ Jack mentally squirmed.

“It’s not like I want it to be this way…” he pleaded, cupping the teen’s face in his hands. “I love you,” he whispered passionately, trying to kiss his lover, but Will turned his head away.

“It was just an illusion, I guess,” Will countered, reiterating Jack’s point from earlier. “People in intense situations often feel things that aren’t real.” His voice was blunt and he looked perfectly calm and serious. The biker sat with his mouth agape searching Will’s eyes for some crack in his icy demeanor to tell him that Will was just putting on a brave face for him, but he found only apathy. “Just go, Jack.” Will finally said, his voice breaking only slightly. Jack stared in disbelief, his own eyes watering as he gazed into Will’s stony, unyielding glare.

“Nice knowing you,” he mumbled, the hurt clear in his voice and on his face. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Will’s lips noticing the slight twitch and inhale of breath it caused. He got up to leave, but stopped and turned back, grabbing a surprised Will and kissing him passionately. Will squirmed and tried to stop him but Jack wouldn’t let him resist, and finally the teen’s resolve broke and he returned the gesture with equal passion.

They battled each other, grabbing at whatever they could. Will finally broke the kiss when his sobs couldn’t be held back anymore and the reality of the situation hit him. This was their last kiss, the last time he would ever see his lover ever again.

“I love you too,” he managed to mumble between sobs. Jack smiled slightly and kissed Will softly once more before pressing their foreheads together.

“I thought so,” he whispered running a finger down Will’s face. “Always and forever?” he coaxed. Will sniffled and nodded a small ‘yes’ escaping his lips. Jack nodded, his face full of sad joy at the confirmation. “Me too, baby. Me too.” With that he got up and left the room without looking back. Will reached out for him but was too weak to get out of his hospital bed.

“Wait, don’t leave!” he begged the empty room pitifully. “Please don’t leave…” he broke down, sobbing loudly as his heart irreparably broke. He started to hyperventilate in his attempts to calm himself. Hearing his cries of distress, Nurse Green rushed into the room and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” she asked worriedly checking his vitals. The kid had been fine just a few minutes ago. Will just waved his hands and patted his chest.

“Hurts!” he panted. “Can’t… breathe!” he huffed in between his sobs. “Oh god!” he wailed in agony and fell into her arms. Realizing it was an emotional pain and not a physical one, she just held him, letting the exhausted teen get out all his pent up stress. She had a feeling it was the first time in a long time that William Turner had truly grieved.

Tbc…

Weee! I had intended this to be the last chapter when I started it, but as usual I can’t stick to a fucking schedule so maybe next time I’ll finally get this shit concluded. Thanks again to all that have actually stuck around and are still nice enough to review though I take months on end to update and I’m forever leaving you at cliffhangers.