Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (4/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack/Will; Anamaria/Elizabeth (More implied than graphic portrayal)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Some violence, homophobic slander, my creative swearing and nasty Gibbs.

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: ***I have no idea if I sent this to my beta or not. So I apologize to both her and the readers. If they're are mistakes, they're all mine. If it's good... it's all Mistaya!

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Summary: The Swann family discovers that Will is gone and a secret plot is revealed! Dum dum DUM!! Plus we get to see a touch of Jack’s, well hidden, nice side.

Author’s Notes: Downloaded Aerosmith: I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing and now all I want to do is write a romance scene…with Orlando or one of his incarnations. Hmmm, still got the Viggo/Orli story to finish…oi! I’m such a sap!

Author’s Notes 2: *~*~*~* denotes scene change or passage of time and “speech” ‘thoughts’. Okay here we go!

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Coach Avery crawled back to his office and grabbed the phone. He dialed the memorized number aaiteaited for the person to pick up. He groaned as he got the voicemail. He waited for the message to finish before speaking in a pained voice.

“Something happened…we need to meet again.” With that he hung up and then dialed 911, before passing out in his office.

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Elizabeth waited in the hall by her third period class, tapping her Mary Jane (1) clad foot with impatience and worry. She scanned the halls repeatedly looking for Will but he was nowhere in sight.

“Come on Will!” she huffed under her breath. They would both be late if he didn’t show up soon. ‘Oh what if something happened,’ she worried, chewing on her bottom lip. The sound of police sirens filled her ears and she paid them no mind until they continued to get closer and closer. ‘That sounds like it’s in /our/ parking lot.’ She turned down the hall to look out a window and saw three police cruisers out in the front parking lot. “What the hell?!” she exclaimed, drawing attention to herself.

Other students started to gather around the window as well, their pursuit to classes completely forgotten. She listened to her fellow students mumbling questions to one another but tuned most of it out. Then she heard a frantic male voice speaking.

“Something happened to Coach Avery! He was beaten really badly!” At those words Elizabeth felt hearteart skip a beat and her temperature drop dramatically. She spun around and grabbed the keeper of the voice by the front of his shirt.

“What happened?! Were you there?!” she demanded, shaking him. The kid looked at her with surprise and put his hands up in submission.

“I had gym third period when he came crawling out of his office and he looked beaten to all hell! He told us that he’d called the police and to let them know where he was.” The young man was quite frightened by the domineering young woman. She shook him again.

“What about my brother? William Swann, was he there too?!” she asked frantically.

“Y-yeah, he came in and then Coach wanted to see him so they went into his office. He didn’t come out. Avery did…but that was a while after and he was all beat up,” the boy confessed nervously. “I-I-I don’t know what happened to your brother.”

She released the frightened freshman and stood in shock as the world continued to spin around her. People in their hurry bashed into her and cursed but she paid them no mind. She couldn’t feel anything. Images of her brotlyinlying in a pool of his own blood and Avery spread out on top of him laughing and tormenting flashed through her head.

“Will!” she shouted, dropping her books as she bolted down the hallway to the gym. She pushed past students twice her size and leapfrogged over the one boy in the wheelchair. She made it to the gym but an officer stopped her. “Geur hur hands off me!” she screeched, kicking and punching.

“Calm down Miss or I’ll be forced to arrest you,” the man advised. She ceased her struggling and he released her.

“Please officer, you have to help me! My brother, he’s missing!” she begged frantically.

“I’m sure he’s around.” The man dismissed her, thinking her a ditsy, dramatic teenage girl. She growled and followed after him.

“No! You don’t understand he was in Coach Avery’s office when he was attacked!” she hollered, grabbing his arm. “One of the boys told me he never came out of the office. You /have/ to find him--he could be in trouble.” she pleaded, starting to lose her cool.

“Okay, I’ll take you the chief,” he muttered, starting to walk through the police tape and bringing her to the crime scene. Elizabeth glared at his back but followed obediently. They found his superior questioning Avery, while the paramedics tended to his cuts and bruises. He had already been loaded onto the gurney but he wasn’t critical so they allowed the questioning. Will’s tearful eyes and broken confession of his date with the man flashed before her eyes and she wanted to rip out his lungs and shove them right up his ass!

“Hey chief, this girl…”

“Woman,” Elizabeth interrupted curtly. The officer looked at her confused. She sighed and rolled her eyes, “I’m a woman. Calling me a girl oppresses me by suggesting I don’t know what I’m talking about because I’m just a child,” she explained shortly (1). He shrugged and continued with his introduction.

“/Anyway/, this…/woman/…wants to talk to you sir,” he spoke to his superior. The man chuckled under his breath…he liked this little lady already.

“What can I do for you, Miss?” he asked politely, turning from Avery. She scowled at Avery and noticed his nervousness. She flashed him a knowing glare before she turned back to the Chief.

“Yes. My older brother, William Swann, he has gym the same period that Coach Avery was assaulted and he hasn’t returned and no one knows where he is. I was told by another boy in his class that Coach Avery,” she hissed the name before turning and shaking her head slightly in disgust, her eyes a blaze with rage, “took him into his office but that he never came out. I’m terribly worried,” she confessed, finally showing her true age.

“I can understand why. Are you sure he wasn’t just missed and is actually in class somewhere. Maybe he’s playing a joke on you?” he offered. He wasn’t questioning her intelligence--just didn’t want to waste manpower on a prank.

“No officer. My brother wouldn’t play a joke on me right now. /Trust me/,” she stated firmly, looking him in the eye.

“Okay, but I’m afraid we can’t put out a missing persons report until he’s been missing for twenty four hours.” Elizabeth stamped her foot in frustration and chewed on her bottom lip.

“Why don’t we ask /him/?” she hissed, staring at Avery. The man jumped in surprise on his gurney.

“Good idea. Did you see what happened to Mr. Swann?” the chief asked him.

“N-no. I-I-I… we talked and then he went up to the locker room to change. That was the last I saw of him. I do hope he’s okay,” he added, almost sounding sincere. Elizabeth knew better however. Unfortunately she couldn’t prove anything.

“No need to be so nervous, Mr. Avery, you aren’t under suspicion,” the chief reassured. Elizabeth let out a cynical bark of laughter and looked at the floor.

“Maybe he should be,” she muttered bitterly under her breath. It was Avery’s turn to glare and he flashed her a warning through his eyes. She let it slide. She didn’t want to threaten him… he was probably the only person that knew what happened to her brother.

“What was that, Miss?” the chief asked. She smiled and shook her head.

“N-nothing.” She was completely helpless… and it scared her. ‘Will, where are you?’

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“You can’t cook for crap!” Gibbs sneered as he threw his plate against the wall, barely missing Jack’s head. Jack flinched and then flipped off the ornery old man.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Look how that food’s sticking to that wall, you could hang a picture… that’s damn good cooking,” he defended sarcastically. “Besides, if ya don’t like it next time you can cook your own fucking food ya limp dick bastard!” Gibbs’ eyes blazed and he shoved the rickety table away before storming out of the run down house. “Cock sucking piece of shit,” Jack muttered under his breath, eating right out of the pot. He took a spoonful and shrugged before smiling, “Hmph, more for me.”

He ate his fill and was about to put the rest away before he thought about their ‘meal ticket’ lying upstairs. He scrapped the food off the wall and threw it out before taking the leftovers up to the little room. He unlocked the door and poked his head in. He saw the dried blood on the boys face and he frowned. Gibbs was such an asshole he knew he shouldn’t have left them alone. He placed the pot on the floor and headed towards the bathroom.

He came back with a small bowel of warm water, alcohol, and some rags. He knew rich people, they hated having their stuff broken or chipped. He lifted Will up and placed him on the mattress that was lying on the floor. Will was still unconscious, so he removed the tape. The action awoke the young man right away and he yelled angrily.

“For crap’s sake Lizzie I’m up!” he looked up at Jack and froze. He swallowed and eyed Jack fearfully. The last time he spoke to one of them he got beaten. Jack had to laugh at the deer in headlights expression.

“Who’s Lizzie? Your girlfriend?” he asked, slightly amused. Will almost vomited at the thought.

“N-no. S-she’s my sister,” he answered softly, still not sure what to make of this man. Jack raised his eyebrows in understanding and mouth ‘oh’ before he dipped a rag in the warm water. He moved towards the teen and grunted as Will jerked back in fright.

“I’m just cleaning the cuts on your face… don’t have an aneurysm,” he snapped, annoyed. He wasn’t often nice for no reason. Will stilled and allowed it to happen. He flinched and whimpered slightly when the alcohol was applied because it stung horribly. Jack thought it was cute but he would /never/ admit that out loud. When he finished he pushed the first aid supplies away and brought over the pot.

“Hungry? It’s my own recipe,” hemed med proudly. Will heard his stomach rumble and nodded his head. Jack lifted the wooden spoon to Will’s lips, a heaping mound of his specialty on the utensil.

“What is it?” Will asked hesitantly, not wanting to anger the man.

“I call it my sticky rice crap (2). It’s white rice, chopped up little hotdogs, and some of that packaged shredded Mexican cheese shit. The rice is clinging enough and then the cheese /really/ makes it stick together,” he said excitedly holding it up to Will again. It didn’t sound liucy’ucy’s cooking, but he /was/ hungry. He tried some and it was surprisingly good… gooey… but good! He greedily ate the rest offered to him and licked his lips. Jack gave him a drink of water and wiped up the excess that escaped Will’s lips and dribbled down his chin.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, he looked down at the floor for a moment before he asked his next question. “A-are you going to kill me?” he asked so softly Jack almost missed it.

“If I have to,” he stated honestly. He noticed Will’s eyes filled with fear and he backed away. “Oh yeah, Gibbs wanted me to do this,” he said, more to himself than to Will. He moved to the center of the room and he grabbed the chain that was linked to the center of the room. He came over to Will and snapped it around the boy’s left ankle. Will whined and pulled his leg away Jac Jack, causing the chain to scrap against the wooden floor.

Jack pulled Will closer and turned him around. He felt Will stle ble but he easily over powered him. He took out his switchblade, concealed in his boot, and sliced through the tape around Will’s wrists before releasing him. Will hurried away and backed into the corner, rubbing his wrists and looking at Jack confused.

“No need to keep you tied and gagged. You’re chained to the floor and there isn’t another person around here for ten miles. By all means, scream all you want,” Jack said casually waving his hands around as he spoke. He then removed Will’s shoes and socks.

“What are you doing?” Will asked, trying to grab for his belongings. Jack pushed him back down to mattress and gave him a warning glare. Will stopped struggling and leaned against the wall again.

“Just in case. Forest, rocky ground, rivers, sharp sticks and alike surround us… if you do manage to break free somehow, you won’t get far without shoes. Especially with those feet, city boy!” Jack laughed, running a finger up Will’s soft, sensitive sole. Will let out a small gasp and pulled his foot away. He pouted to himself and wrapped his arms around his body. His situation kept going from bad to worse.

“Do you need to use the can or anything?” Jack asked, ignoring the boy’s emotional trauma. Will gave him a disgusted look and shook his head. This man was so odd. “Oh… well if ya do give a holler, I’m going to see if this shithole has cable,” he mumbled walking out of the room. Will pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. How did this happen? Why did it happen to him? There were tons of rich kids in that school, and they were a lot meaner than he’d ever been in his entire life.

“At least they took me instead of Lizzie,” he thought out loud. It was a bigger comfort than one would think. He wrapped the raggedy old blanket they left him around himself and laid down on the mattress. It wasn’t very comfortable, but he was exhausted mentally and physically and he soon fell asleep.

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Governor Swann sat in his office going over some paperwork. It had been a very busy day. Port Royal was still recovering from the traumas of biker weekend, not to mention the budget problems he still had to solve. Also the PFLAG (3) representatives were on his case again. Why the freaks had to have a center here in /his/ town was beyond him. He shuddered and just thanked the higher powers that none of his family members had that… /weakness/. His buzzer went off and the voice of his secretary broke the silence.

“Excuse me Sir, but Mr. Barbossa is here to see you.” He smiled and pressed the button to respond.

“Ah yes, thank you Gloria. Please, send him right in,” he said cheerily. Barbossa came strolling in, a serious look on his face. “What’s the matter old friend? Something troubling you?” he asked concerned. Barbossa rested his hand on his friend’s shoulder and smiled sadly.

“I’m afraid I have some bad news,” he said softly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. “It concerns little William,” he said with false concern.

“What are you talking about? Has something happened to my son?” Governor Swann asked worriedly. Barbossa grimaced at the word son. He never thought of the little whelp as a real heir.

“You could say that,” he smirked, handing Swann the envelope. “I’m sorry to be the one to show you this, but I’ve had my suspicions for sometime. I had a private detective follow Will around for the past few weeks. I think you’ll be interested in what he discovered.”

“Drugs?!” Swann gasped. He couldn’t have his publicity stunt adopted son addicted to drugs.

“Much worse I’m afraid,” he sighed as he motioned to the envelope. “Apparently little William has been running around with an older man… his /lover/,” Barbossa hissed in his ear.

“No!” Swann gasped, as flipped through the pictures. They were photos of Will getting out of the limo and meeting Avery, of them kissing, groping at the movies, messing around under the table at the restaurant and finally going back to Avery’s house and coming out looking disheveled. The detective had even managed to get some photos of Will and Avery having sex through the bedroom window.

“This can’t be true!” he shouted angrily, stuffing the photos back into the envelope and giving it to Barbossa. “Will is a good boy, I raised him better than this! My image will be ruined!” he gasped. Barbossa was smiling, but Swann missed it.

“I know ‘tis a terrible thing. My condolences. What will you do now?” he asked curiously. Swann shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. He was furious. He had taken Will in when his family had been killed in a car crash, raised him as his own, sent him to the finest schools, and given him every advantage… this was how he was to be repaid?! He couldn’t have a faggot in his house. Why, the whole mansion could catch it!

“I’ll have to send him away, somewhere far away. Elizabeth will be upset but it’s better that she not find out about her broth… /p… /perversion/. That way no one will know and everything will be fine,” he rambled on, talking to himself more so than Barbossa.

“I think that’s a fine decision,” he commended, patting his longtime friend on the back. “I’m so sorry this had to happen,” he said in mock sincerity.

“Oh don’t be sorry Barbossa. If this had to happen I’m glad it was you that found out before the press got a hold of it.” They smiled gloomily at each other for a moment before the phone ranSwanSwann answered it and was surprised to hear his daughter’s voice.

“Elizabeth? Why on earth are you calling me, shouldn’t you be at school?” he scolded.

“I am at school daddy, but something terrible has happened!” she practically sobbed into the phone.

“Calm down sweetheart. What happened? Are you hurt?” he asked, worried about his little princess.

“It’s Will! He’s missing and no one knows what happened to him! His gym teacher was attacked during Will’s gym period and now no one can find him! Oh daddy what if he’s been abducted?” she cried, finally losing her composure. Swann didn’t know what to do.

“Calm down sweetheart, I’m sure Will is fine,” he tried to comfort.

“NO HE’S NOT!!” she screeched, losing her temper. No one wanted to believe her that Will was in trouble. “He’s in trouble I know it daddy! I /know/ it!” she broke down in the hall, on the payphone not caring who saw.

“Alright Elizabeth, alright! Don’t cry, darling. I’ll call the office and tell them you’re coming home and I’ll tell Frank to come pick you up, okay?” he asked, trying to keep his daughter from making a further spectacle of herself. She whimpered an ‘okay’ and hung up. “Children,” he sighed.

“What’s happened?” Barbossa asked.

“It’s William. Something happened at school and Elizabeth thinks he’s in trouble because he’s missing. He’s probably out bending over for that… that… /man/!” Barbossa raised his eyebrow confused, if something happened at the school or Will than Avery should have contacted him.

“If you’ll excuse me. I need to check my messages,” he said sweetly, moving to the office phone. He punched in the code to his voicemail and got Avery’s pain filled voice. He fisted his hand and tried to restrain the immense anger he felt. “I’m sorry to do this, but I have some urgent business I need to take care of,” he said with barely contained rage. He said his goodbyes and stormed out of the office.

“Next time I’ll have to remember to hire /competent/ people,” he seethed under his breath as he got into his car. He picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. “Yes. I got your message. I want to meet right away… I don’t care if you’re in the hospital! Get out and meet me… you /know/ where,” he ordered, before slamming the phone shut and taking off.

Tbc…

(1) Okay after taking Psych of Women I can’t let anyone call me a girl anymore. My teacher was very adamant about saying that we were women because we weren’t five. And that you call guys men but some people still call grown women girls. So I don’t remember the exact theory or reason behind it but I tried to sum up what I thought it was. It’s a feminist thing! And feminism is NOT about man hating, not shaving except your head, or a psycho bitch thing!

(2) This actually is my own recipe! I made it all by myself too! Yeah… great invention eh? Not exactly the most healthy of dishes but it is yummy… oh man this is making me hungry…*sigh* But it is really sticky and that is what I call it. I leave the spoon at the bottom of the pot when I’m done and that fucker sticks! I have to soak the pot for like three days to get the residue off but it’s worth it! You can also put on the four cheese shredded mix and that’s yummy too. Okay I’ll shut up now.