Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (5/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade

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

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Some violence, attempted rape, swearing, 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: Mistaya! The woman with enough pets to single handedly explode the allergy community.

Feedback: Hot digety damn!

Summary: Gibbs comes back to the hideout after a night of drinking… Jack has to play the reluctant hero again… and the secret plot between Barbossa and Avery thickens! If you didn’t like him before just wait!

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

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It was late at night by the time Gibbs finally made his way back from the bar. It was a miracle he hadn’t crashed the van. He stumbled in, liquor bottle still in hand, and made his way to the living room. He saw the alluring glow of the television and had to lean in close to see what was actually playing.

“Fucking over thirty and he still watches cartoons,” he slurred. Turning around he found Jack passed out on the couch, remote still in hand. “You’re worthless!” he shouted smacking Jack’s face. Jack snorted and jumped up, dropping the remote and spilling his soda (1).

“What the bloody hell did you do that for?!” he barked, his face twisted in anger.

“Why are you down here watching kiddie shows when you should be watching the brat?” he slurred angrily. Jack shook his head in a ‘well duh’ motion and threw his hands in the air.

“He’s barefoot, lost, and chained! Do you /really/ think he’s going anywhere?” he wiped the soda beading on his leather pants off, growling in frustration. “Besides, he was sleeping when I left him, probably still is… not like there’s much to do up there, mate,” he said cynically.

“And the cartoons?” Gibbs asked smugly. Jack sneered at him.

“Have you ever watched late night televisionartoartoon Network (2) is your best bet,” he snapped. He was really getting sick of Gibbs’ attitude. After all, he didn’t even want to do this in the first place, why should he get stuck babysitting? Gibbs glared at him and slammed his bottle down on the table.

“I don’t know why I ever used you! You’re a lousy partner!” Jack popped off the couch and was looking Gibbs right in the eyes.

“I /told/ you kidnapping is /not/ my forte! I’m really more of a petty thug that robs convenience stores and such! /That’s/ easy money! No one to baby sit, no waiting, no special locations with /chains/ in the floor! And by the way— what the fuck were you thinking with that? Have you done this before? Because I think that was a little over the top, not to mention creepy, creepy, creepy! (3)”

Jack’s rant soon became babbling and Gibbs grabbed his bottle and moved past the somewhat distraught biker. He heard Jack continuing to rant and figured the younger man would figure out he was now alone sooner or later. Jack rarely looked people in the eye so he didn’t often notice when they lost interest.

Gibbs wobbly made his way up the stairs to the room they kept their young hostage in. He opened the door slowly and observed the sleeping figure curled up on the mattress. He heard Will’s even breathing, and knew the teen was still asleep. He crouched down next to the mattress and looked at Will’s innocent face, his features slack and his mouth partially open.

He reached out and stroked one of Will’s stray curls back behind his ear. Will stirred and his face scrunched up slightly. His eyes fluttered and he slowly opened his eyes mumbling as he did.

“Momma?” he gasped in a small voice, his eyes scanning the room tiredly. Gibbs laughed darkly and ran his thumb over Will’s bottom lip.

“I ain’t your momma kid,” he laughed as Will fully woke up and jumped away. Gibbs took another swig of his whiskey and moved closer. Will backed up until he was against the wall and had nowhere to go. He made a move to jump past Gibbs but the old biker anticipated it and caught Will, pinning him against the wall.

“What do you w-want?” Will asked fearfully, dreading that he already knew the answer. He felt Gibbs run a hand up his leg and slowly make his way to the juncture between his legs. Will gasped and tried to pull away.

“Not again,” he whimpered.

“Have some of this… it’ll make it better,” he slurred, holding his whiskey bottle up to Will’s lips. Will turned his head away and whined in protest. “I said drink!” Gibbs hollered, scaring the young man. Will reached out a shaky hand and pulled the bottle to his lips. A hand was placed over his mouth, insuring he swallow. The liquid burned and it tasted terrible, so bitter. He coughed a little and Gibbs took the bottle back, taking a huge swig for himself. “You’re so beautiful,” he moaned as he crushed his lips to Will’s.

Will groangd in disgust and tried to pull away bibbsibbs held the back of his head keeping him in place. Gibbs groped him particularly hard forcing him to cry out into his mouth. Gibbs took the opportunity and jammed his tongue into Will’s mouth. Will started crying. This couldn’t be happening again!

Gibbs pulled away and Will pleaded, “N-no… please don’t,” he sobbed. Gibbs smiled and stroked the side of Will’s face.

“Don’t worry little one, I’ve done this before… I know what to do,” he chuckled, wiping a tear from Will’s cheek. Will shook his head, his breathing shallow and panicked. Gibbs got angry and slammed Will’s head against the wall. Stars burst before Will’s eyes and he grabbed his head, trying to make them stop. He was forced down to the mattress and felt the man ripping his school shirt open.

“Stop!” he wailed, feebly grabbing at the man’s hands. Gibbs grabbed his hand and squeezed. Will cried out and tried to pull away. “You’re hurting me! S-stop!” His pleas went unanswered and he felt Gibbs rip his t-shirt. Will sobbed and closed his eyes, resigning to his fate and preparing for the pain ahead.

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“…and I just wanted my bloody bike fixed!” Jack finished, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He looked around the room and found he was alone. A puzzled look crossed his face and he grunted in annoyance. “Not again!” he grumbled as he headed for the kitchen. This was always happening to him. He was in the middle of a well-deserved rant and his audience had bailed on him without him noticing.

“Gibbs? Where are you ya fucking twat?!” he barked into the dark house. He heard a thump upstairs and the sound of the chain scrapping against the ceiling or floor— deepening on which part of the house you were in. “Bloody figs (4)!” he screeched as he stormed up the stairs. He paused at the door. He could hear Will crying and Gibbs making aroused noises. He paused. “Why should I care what the hell happens to this kid? Not like he hasn’t had an easy life so far… I’m sure /daddy/ will pay for therapy,” he scoffed bitterly. He was about to go back downstairs when he heard Will’s plea.

“N-no… please… you’re hurting me, s-stop!” He heGibbGibbs smack him and the sound of clothing being ripped followed by more sobbing. “I’m s-sorry! I-I don’t have any money! I’ll get you some, I promise! Please stop! I can’t go through this again!” Jack’s head perked up at the last comment.

“Again?” he laughed unbelievingly. “Maybe the brat hasn’t had it so great,” he mused. Another slap and a threat from Gibbs was all he could stand. He burst open the door and cringed at the sight. Gibbs had Will pinned beneath him, shi shirt ripped open with his hand down the poor kid’s pants and he was slobbering all over him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Jack screamed, getting his drunken partner’s attention. Gibbs sneered at him and squeezed Will rather harshly, causing him to cry out in pain.

“Enjoying myself,” he smirked, continuing to molest the sobbing teenager. “I’ve been watching this kid for /months/! I’ve had /dreams/ about this moment; he’s finally mine!” he confessed drunkenly, and Jack’s eyes widened in shock.

“You dragged me into this and all you wanted to was to fulfill your stalker fantasy?!” he boomed, utterly furious.

“No! We can still ransom him! We haven’t sent the note yet… we made no promises that he hasn’t been hurt,” he hissed slimily.

“I don’t think his parents will appreciate you /raping/ their son and then asking for a million dollars!” Jack snapped back. Will watched them both anxiously. He /really/ hoped Jack won.

“Than fuck the ransom! I never cared about it! You were just a pawn!” Gibbs shouted insanely before he burst into maniacal laughter.

“You fucking bastard!” Jack bellowed as he lunged at Gibbs. He knocked him off of Will and they tumbled on the floor. Fists were flying, dreads were frazzled, and leather was torn. Finally Jack managed to pin Gibbs, the older man’s drunken state not helping his defense. “So sorry things couldn’t work out old /buddy/,” Jack hissed as he head butted the old man, knocking him unconscious.

He stood up and huffed, dusting himself off and checking for injuries, “Aww, fucking hell,” he whined as he found a tear in his vest. “This was my favorite vest… my only vest!” he glared at the unconscious man and delivered a swift kick to his balls. “That should be a welcome wake-up present,” he seethed. He turned and froze when he looked at Will as if noticing him for the first time.

“Oh… right,” he said flatly. He scratched his head and stood there contemplating. Will observed him with confused curiosity. He could tell Jack was hg a g a conversation but he wasn’t talking to anyone in the room (5). He waved his arms in the air and stamped his foot. “Well, I could do that… no, I can’t kill him while he’s unconscious… I can’t just leave the kid here… I could send him home! No, we got him, might as well make /some/ profit… but I don’t know where he lives… I need be more careful making new friends,” he mumbled as he paced back and fourth.

Finally, he threw his hands up in the air and shouted exasperatedly, “FUCK!!!” Will flinched and hid under the covers. He knew it was stupid, but he had nowhere else to go and this man was /clearly/ crazy! He heard Jack come over to him and pull the covers off. He screamed when he felt Jack grab him by the back of his shirt and pull him up.

“I need money. You’re going to help me get it. Give me shit and I’ll /kill/ you. Understand?!” Jack asked, obviously on his last nerve. Will nodded his head slowly, sniffling as he did so. Jack smiled like a mad man. “Good.” He looked at Will and frowned, “And stop crying, I hate that!” he shouted before dropping Will and moving back to Gibbs’ limp form. Jack dug through the pockets before finding a key.

“/Finally/! Some luck,” he shouted cynically, moving over to Will. He unlocked the chain and moved back over to Gibbs, “Heheh, have fun ol’ buddy!” he chuckled darkly, snapping it around the child molester’s ankle. He placed the key in his pocket and grabbed Will by his forearm. “Come on,” he commanded, dragging him out of the room.

“M-my shoes?” he asked meekly as they reached the door.

“In the van,” Jack said in his monotone as he hurried Will out the door. The rough ground caused Will to stumble and he almost fell a few times. Jack sighed in frustration and finally swung Will over his shoulder and carried him the rest of the way. He opened tide ide door and sat Will on the edge as he dug through his bag. “Never thought I’d be using these /this/ way,” he grumbled as he produced two pairs of handcuffs. He snapped a pair around Will’s ankles and then another around the boy’s wrists, behind his back. He shoved Will further back and taped his mouth again.

“I’ll just be a minute… don’t go anywhere,” he chided as he slammed the door and ran back to the house. Jack took one of Gibbs’ bags and dumped out the contents. He then filled it with all the nonperishable food items in the house. “Should last us a while,” he said to himself. He heard groaning and moving upstairs. “Bye, Gibbs!” he shouted smugly as he rushed out of the house laughing.

“DAMN YOU SPARROW!!” Was the last sound coming out of the house as the van pealed out of the gravel driveway.

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Barbossa drove up to the old abandoned warehouse and turned off his lights. He noticed Avery’s car outside and pulled up next to it. He turned off the car and got out. The sound of his shoes echoed off the walls as he slowly made his way inside. It was pitch black so he was aided by a flashlight to find his way in the dilapidated space. He made his way to what used to be the main office of the building and found Avery sitting in one of the dusty old chairs.

“Good to see you’re feeling better,” he quipped sarcastically. Avery glared at him, his puffed face and black eyes making it rather comical. “And exactly /what/ is the problem? I heard that Will was missing… I assume you did your part,” he smirked.

“No! I was trying to get the brat into my office and these two bug guys jumped me! I don’t know what happened to the brat; he must have been taken by them… they looked rough, they’ll probably kill him,” he said feebly, trying to be optimistic.

“What?! You were supposed to get him to sleep with you and then get him out of town!”

“I tried! It’s that sister of his. She convinced him I /raped/ him and then he wanted nothing to do with me! I tried to get him into my office to knock him out and then split… but he got away from me. Little ass is fast… you told me he was a pushover, I didn’t son fon for a feisty brat,” he snapped.

“Don’t you ever speak of Elizabeth! She is perfect and once her brother is out of the picture she’ll be mine!” he seethed. “The plan was simple. I pay you to seduce the whelp, you have your fun with him, I take the pictures, his father disowns him, I say I’ll take care of the arrangements and you get to keep the brat to do with as you wish in some remote location. How could you screw that up?!” He grabbed Avery by the collar of his shirt and lifted him out of the chair.

“Why do you hate him so much, anyway?” Avery asked, pushing Barbossa away from him. Barbossa turned around and sighed, holding his hands behind his back.

“He knows too much… and he’s in my way. He knows the intentions I have for his sister and he makes sure I never have a chance to see her. He also knows that /one/ of the reasons I desire her so is because I want her fortune. My own is slowly running out. I want to get her father to agree to betroth her to me now, while she’s still a minor. Than all her fortunes will be in my control until she turns eighteen. What neither of them know is I plan on having their father killed. It would be easy to blame it on someone else. With him and Will out of the picture, the fortune goes to dearest Elizabeth. I’ll transfer everything into my name and by the time she’s eighteen she’ll have nothing.” (6)

“You really are twisted,” Avery gasped as the madman’s cruel plot against his oldest and dearest friend and his family was revealed. Barbossa spun around and scoffed at Avery.

“Oh /I’m/ the sick one? You agreed to help destroy the family for a million dollars and one teenaged boy! You were planning on fucking him every night whether he wanted to or not and you were going to enjoy watching him beg for mercy. What kind of a man are you?” he laughed. “We’re both monsters my dear Mr. Avery, the only difference is you hide it better.” Avery shivered at the gleam in the older man’s eyes. He knew everything Barbossa said was true… he just didn’t want to face it. He sighed and rubbed his eyes before asking with mild interest.

“So… what do we do now?”

Tbc….

(1) I know Jack isn’t known for drinking soda, but since there was no alcohol (aka Rum!) in the house I figured he was the type to grab a soda before water.

(2) Cartoon Network is actually a channel in the US. I believe it’s aler ter the country. It really does play cartoons 24/7 and I’ll admit I watch it because late night television does suck! Plus it has The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy which is a /brilliant/ show. And it has Anime (Japanese Animation) too!

(3) “Creepy, creepy, creepy” is something one of my friends used to say and I know it’s not as funny on paper but the way he used to do it was quite humorous. It kinda sounded like he was saying ‘creepay’ Sorry I tried!

(4) ‘Bloody Figs’ I know some of you have seen me use this phrase in my other stories and I thought I’d just explain it. It’s something I came up with when trying not to swear in front of me mum.

(5) If you’ve never argued with yourself out loud than this little section would really be lost on you. I’m sure most of you have debated something in your head. Well just imagine doing that out load, but muttering and that instead of you weighing the pros and cons it’s almost like you have someone else there calling you an ass. Think of Gollum.

(6) I know this was a little James Bond with the Bad Guy revealing his evil plot whilst stroking a fluffy white cat and then cackling about it but…. aw what the hell. I wanted to get it out and on file before I forgot it. And I know it’s a little weak and far-fetched but meh! I don’t claim to be a brilliant murder mystery writer!

(0) Oh yeah, in the last chapter I forgot to explain what PFLAG was. It’s an organization and it stands for Parents and Friends of Lesbians And Gays. Basically they offer support to family’s and friends of both the new found homosexual and their family. There is nothing wrong with being gay, but it can be hard coming out for the first time and sometimes even the most understanding of parents may need some support when their child comes out. It ce a e a hard thing to come to terms with for some. So that’s an organization that helps out. My sister went to Smith College, a huge lesbian population school, so that’s why I know about it. She herself is not a lesbian…. though sometimes I wish she was because she has terrible taste in men! Oi! *rolls eyes and shakes head*


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