Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (7/?) Copyright 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade

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

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Swearing, homosexual slander, uncaring father, some forced affections…not full out rape though so don’t fret. ^_~

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 who got this baby back in one day! Oh yeah!

Feedback: Hit me baby one more time…… iiiiiccccckkkk! But seriously…. Gimmie!!

Summary: Jack gets his baby back, and takes Will to IHOP… some bad stuff happens between them and more of Barbossa’s plotting… *shakes head* Will that scamp ever learn?

Author’s Notes: Crimany and creation! I lost this chapter to a poopie disk so I’m actually rewriting the bloody thing. You guys are real lucky because I fucking hate rewriting crap! I mean… if it’s because I didn’t like how it came out so I wanted to fix it, fine. But losing perfectly good material just pisses me off to no flaming end! Arrrraaaaaahhhhhhh! …..but I digress…… Okay, here be some more. It’s probably going to blow ass though, bec I d I don’t remember all the jokes I put in, then again…. Maybe that’s for the best. Of course if you actually like my twisted crack-like sense of humor than you may be upset. This chapter was supposed to be mostly silly, but with a serious ending. So blah…. onward and upwardonsdons red flying cape and soars aintointo the night* o.O No more chocolate for me, eh?

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

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They drove for miles in complete silence. Will dozed in and out of sleep, awaking to nightmares of his recent sexual encounters. Jack did everything in his power to avoid looking at the and and Will felt a sense of relief to be ignored. Will wondered where they were going to stay now. Was Jack going to chain him to another bed? Or just force him to sleep with him in the van on some rural route? He shuddered at the thought and pulled Jack’s leather jacket closer around his body.

When they finally reached civilization again, it was the sleazy side of town that Will had no recognition of. What on earth were they doing here? Was Jack going to pimp him out to make the money he should have made from the ransom?

“W-why are we here?” Will asked, as calmly as he could manage with all the horrible es res running through his head. Jack grinned at him and Will curled further away. “You’re not pimping me out, are you?” he asked softly, his face showing his worry. Jack’s head snapped towards his direction and he stared at Will incredulously. He paused and then started laughing his ass off. Will felt his cheeks blush and turned towards the window, resting his arm on the elbow rest and holding his head up.

“You wouldn’t last five minutes as a prostitute,” he laughed. “Plus I don’t share my treasure.” Will quirked an eyebrow at being referred to as Jack’s treasure; he belonged to no one.

“Then what are we doing here?” he asked, annoyed. Jack’s smile returned and he looked like he was actually swooning.

“We’re picking up my baby,” he said dreamily. The look disappeared and he turned back to his confused hostage. “Don’t give me any trouble. We’ll be around people and I don’t want you crying and screaming ‘help, help I’ve been kidnapped.’”

“Why should I help you?” Will spat bitterly. He flinched as Jack grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. Will gulped and started to rethink his attitude as he looked into Jack’s angry charcoal eyes.

“Because if you don’t do what I want there’s going to be one /very/ large pain in your ass!” he hissed darkly, before kissing Will roughly. Will pulled back and wiped his mouth, once again huddling in his seat. “Know your role,” Jack chimed, before he jumped out and practically skipped up to the mechanic’s window. Will watched his captor running away, adjusting in his seat. He squirmed and looked down to discover he was semi erect.

“Oh, my god!” he moaned in distress. Fortunately his panic caused him to lose his arousal and he sighed in relief. ‘What the hell was that?! I am /not/ turned on by him!’ his denial firmly in place, the thought of escaping did cross his mind. However, realizing that he was still slowed by his gimpy ankle and having no idea where he was, it died just as quickly as it came. He started to doze off again and leaned against the window.

He didn’t know how long he had been left there, but he awoke to the sudden sensation of falling. He yelped in shock and clutched the armrest. When he looked up he saw Jack trying to hold back a laugh caused by his most ungraceful display.

“No time to sleep now,” Jack’s enthusiastic voice announced. Will only glared at him. “Aww, is someone crank-y?” the biker chimed in a singsong voice. When Will didn’t move, he became annoyed. “Come on now, don’t have all damn day.”

“My ankle hurts,” Will mumbled, not wanting to make anything easy for his captor. He noticed Jack’s bike and his eyes grew wide. “You’ve got a Harley?!” He hopped out of the van and limped over to the beautiful machine. It was a shiny black with silver flames, and a Jolly Roger flag on the back antenna. Will looked at it with fascination and admiration.

“Wow… it’s beautiful,” he said breathlessly, running his fingers over the flames. Jack found himself once again surprised by his young hostage.

“You… like choppers?” He quirked an eyebrow and smirked sarcastically. Will seemed to snap out of his daze and removed his hand quickly.

“No, well, my parents… my real parents… had a friend---or maybe he was just a neighbor---I can’t remember, that was really into them. I think my father used to ride before I came along, too. I don’t remember much, just that I used to love watching their friend ride around on his Harley. I wanted to ride, but mum never would have allowed it. She called them death machines.” Will chuckled at the memory of his mother’s over protective face and turned back to Jack.

“How Little House on the Prairie (1),” Jack quipped, going to the van to pick up his things. He grabbed his bag and the bag with the food and attached them to his Pearl. He then pulled out a black, open-faced helmet and pushed Will down onto the chopper. “Don’t want my little meal ticket cracking his skull,” he said, plunking the helmet on Will’s head and adjusting the straps. The helmet was just a little too big for the teen, though (2). Will had to tilt his head back in order to see Jack clearly and he squinted from the sun. Jack found it terribly cute, until he caught himself thinking that and shook his head to rid himself of it.

“Your mother thanks me.” He moved Will so he was straddling the bike and then hopped on in front of him. He felt that old familiar sense of power rush over him and he closed his eyes in satisfaction. “Oh, I missed this,” he sighed, turning the key and revving the engine. “Better hold on, I drive really fast,” Jack shouted over his shoulder as the engine rumbled and roared.

“What?!” Will shouted, still fiddling with the helmet in a pathetic attempt to mat fit fit. Jack didn’t hear him, though. He kicked up the stand, put it into gear and raced out of the tiny parking lot at top speed. He laughed to himself as he heard Will scream and felt the death grip Will suddenly had on his waist. He grinned evilly and leaned back, pulling a wheelie, ching ing at Will’s scream.

“Oh shiiiiitttt!!!”
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Governor Swann sat in the hospital waiting room, shaking his head in disbelief. Barbossa sat next to him, pretending to be concerned over Elizabeth’s health. He patted Swann on the back and sighed.

“I can’t believe this is happening. My precious daughter, in a coma, and my son… a queer.” He put his face in his hands and sighed. “What have I done to deserve this?!” Barbossa smirked at his friend’s grief.

“I know, ‘tis a terrible thing.” He leaned in close so no one else could hear their conversation and spoke in a hushed voice, “By the way, I think I’ve found the perfect little school for him…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Swann interrupted.

“Pardon?” Barbossa asked, pretending not to know about the attack.

“The problem was taken care of. Some thug took him and thought he could actually ransom the little bugger to me---can you believe it? Like I would pay to get him back.” Barbossa was in shock. He was certain that Swann would want to get the little whelp back. He /needed/ to get the little twerp back! Will was his trump card with which to control Elizabeth.

“He’s been kidnapped?! What’s this world coming to?” He leaned back and loosened his tie, pulling out his dress shirt from his grey pants in an attempt to become more comfortable. Swann mumbled something about the world not being safe for even the wealthy anymore, but he ignored it.

“Yes, it’s terrible, but aren’t you worried about the prfindfinding out Will was kidnapped and you did nothing?” He had to track the little bugger down… why not have his pawn do it for him?

“They won’t find out. The police never followed through after I explained it was all a misunderstanding. I told them that he skipped school. So the only people that know are Elizabeth, Frank, and now you. You certainly aren’t going to tell them are you? I don’t think so. No, everything will be fine. If anyone asks where he is, I’ll tell them exacthat hat you suggested I do---that he’s been sent away to boarding school.” He smiled at Barbossa and then leaned back in his chair. Barbossa forced a smile, and suppressed the rage he was feeling.

‘I see that, once again, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands,’ he thought bitterly. He rolled his eyes and sighed. Why was it so hard to manipulate people these days? The things he had to do to ensure his lifestyle were ridiculous. So the limo driver knew of dear William’s problem… that was interesting… /very/ interesting.

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Jack pulled into the mostly empty parking lot of the quaint little dinner. He’d heard Will’s stomach grumbling in the van and felt even more guilt swell up. He turned off the engine, stretched and looked over his shoulder. Will had his eyes squeezed shut and was clutching onto Jack for dear life. Jack had to laugh at the adorable display.

“You can let go now, we’ve stopped.” Will cracked open an eye and looked around, as if he didn’t believe he was really safe. When he saw that they were in fact stopped, he released Jack’s waist and shakily removed the helmet.

“That… was the most frightening experience of my life,” he said nervously, twitching slightly.

“Then you’ve had a pretty boring life. You should thank me for expanding your horizons,” Jack replied confidently. Will looked up at the oddly shaped building with the bright blue roof and scrunched his face up in confusion.

“IHOP?” (3)

“Yes. I’m hungry. Now listen up,” he grabbed Will by the front of his jacket and stared the teen in the eyes, “if you try to signal, talk, or so much as look at anyone in there the only thing you’ll be dinning on are the bullets in my pistol---got it?”

Will flinched at the harshness of Jack’s words but nodded. Jack smiled and tied up the helmet. He grabbed Will by his bicep and pulled him along into the mostly abandoned restaurant. The hostess seated them and Jack asked for the smoking section because he knew it would be more abandoned.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll order it for you,” Jack instructed as he perused the menu. Will couldn’t help but look around helplessly. There was barely anyone in the place, and he had no way to ask the few people that were for help. The waitress came over and smiled down at them.

“Hello, luvs. Would you like to start out with a beverage?” Jack smiled back and looked the woman up and down. She was middle-aged with dark brown curly hair, and blue eyes. She wasn’t overly attractive, but she was pretty.

“Why yes, darling. I will have a large orange juice and my son will have… uh…” He looked up at Will and started to panic. His plan was falling apart already. Will rolled his eyes and pointed to the menu, indicating chocolate milk.

“A large for you also, luv?” Will smiled and nodded. “Cat got your tongue?” Will looked to Jack, not knowing what to say.

“My son is mute. Not very bright either,” Jack covered, smirking at his young captive. Will glared at him, but didn’t do anything. The waitress frowned.

“Aww, how sad. I’m so sorry.” Will looked up at her and smiled bitterly, before going back to his menu. “I’ll put in you’re drinks and be back in a jiffy to take your order.” Once she was out of earshot the odd pair began to talk.

“Why’d you tell her I was dumb?!” Will asked, rather annoyed. Jack shrugged.

“Because you are. Now what do you want, my /son/?”

“You’re so rotten, I can’t stand you!” Jack glared up at him and kicked Will’s sore ankle under the table. “Ow!” Will shouted out, “What’d you do that for you bloody prig?!” Jack reached over and slapped him across the face.

“Shut. Up. You’re supposed to be /mute/. Keep your fucking voice down and mind your father!” Jack hissed before going back to his menu. Will held his face where he’d been sed aed and also looked at the menu. “What do you want anyway? She’ll be back shortly since it’s so empty.”

“Strawberry pancakes,” Will mumbled softly, still rubbing his face and looking pitiful. Jack rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Oh, come off it! I didn’t hit you that hard---you can’t be so pampered that you’ve never been hit before; what about your father?” Jack said defensively, his guilt ganging up on him again.

“You /are/ my father, remember?!” Will hissed, just as the waitress came back.

“Oh! Was he talking?” she asked excitedly. Jack fumbled with his hands and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“No! He---We, were just signing. He can make sounds and such, but not words. He’s very angry with me right now because I won’t let him join that belly dancing class he’s always wanted.” Jack grinned at Will and then started to ‘sign’ to the boy. “I’m sorry but that’s just not possible, we can’t afford it after all the Brittany Spears albums you bought.” Will’s face was beat red and his eyes were wide with embarrassment and rage. He glared at Jack and slowly raised his hand and flipped the bird.

“Now that’s not very nice, son. Children, you slave away for them and all you get is hatred.” Jack sighed and pretended to be upset as Will scoffed in disgust. Will pointed harshly at the strawberry pancakes and tapped the waitress to get her attention.

“Good choice, hun, and for you, sir?”

“Rooty tooty fresh and fruity (4), please. Scrambled eggs, sausage instead of bacon.” She nodded and then left. Will started laughing. “What the hell is wrong with you now?”

“It’s just /you/ saying those words! HA!” Jack was not impressed.

“Go to Hell,” he said plainly. Will calmed his laughter and smirked. Finally, he had gotten to Jack. But he still had the problem of somehow getting help. If only he could be alone, then he’d be able to do something. Then, suddenly, it hit him.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” he said softly, trying not to sound strange. He got up and headed for the bathroom.

“Not so fast there, son,” Jack stated sternly, grabbing Will’s arm. “I’ll take you.” He placed his hand at the back of Will’s neck and guided the youth to the restrooms. Will inwardly groaned in frustration, but made no outward sign of it. Once inside the bathroom Jack shoved Will towards the urinals and stood behind him. “Have at it.” Will just stared at the white porcelain and frowned. He didn’t actually have to go… what would he do now?

“Well?” Jack prodded, poking Will in the back and sounding aggravated. Will flinched and then turned around, looking up pleadingly.

“I… uh… can’t go with… with you watching me.” He fiddled with the studs on the jacket and tried to flash his best puppy eyes.

“Can’t take a piss with someone else behind ye, huh? You really are young and spoiled.”

“So you’ll leave?” Will asked hopefully. Jack released a bark of sarcastic laughter and once again ‘guided’ Will by his neck, shoving him into the handicapped stall.

“Leave the door unlocked,” he instructed, leaning against the wall. Will stood inside the stall and pulled on his hair in frustration. What was he going to do?

‘If only I had something to write with, I could at least leave a note on the toilet paper or something.’ He checked his pants pocket, but found nothing, and then he tried the pockets of Jack’s jacket (5). ‘What’s this?’ he thought as he pulled out a small pencil shaped object. ‘An eyeliner pencil? Pencil!’ Will felt a sense of relief flush over him and he hurried to the wall.

It wouldn’t right on paper, but he could at least write his name and a plea for help on the wall, which was surprisingly graffiti free. He started to carefully inscribe his message, trying to keep his hand from shaking from his frazzled nerves. Jack stood outside the stall, humming to himself quietly. What the hell was taking this kid so long? He moved off the wall and banged on the door.

“What the hell is going on in there? Can you go, or do you need me to help you?!” he snapped angrily. Will jumped and almost dropped the pencil.

“No, no I’m fine. I’m almost done, just a few more minutes,” he called over his shoulder.

“No, I think you’re done now!” Jack stated, as he kicked open the door and stepped into the stall. Will yelped and turned around, dropping the pencil. The only sound was Will’s fearful breathing and the pencil rolling on the floor. Jack looked up at Will’s note on the wall and felt an unfamiliar rage building inside him. He was being nice and this was how the twerp repaid him?

“What’s this?” he asked calmly, motioning to the wall. Will looked back and forth between the wall and Jack and started to chew his lip nervously.

“N-nothing…” he felt his breathing increase the closer Jack got and had to suppress a scream as the biker slammed him against the wall and pinned him with his body. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered, feeling Jack’s grip on his neck tighten. He felt the old familiar tears building and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I don’t think I made myself clear before. You belong to /me/ now,” he hissed, running his hands up and down Will’s body roughly. “You keep pulling this shit and I’ll fucking kill you!”

“S-s-stop…” Will mewled, truly terrified by the anger he saw in Jack’s eyes.

“NO! I think you must like this! You like having me put my filthy poor hands on you, don’t you?! Real cheap thrill, isn’t it?!” Will was shaking his head and crying openly now as Jack fondled him harshly. “Isn’t it?!” Jack roared again. He turned Will around pressed his face against the writing, using Will’s face to smudge the message. “You can’t escape me!”

“STOP!” Will screamed. Jack threw him to the floor with such force he actually slid a few inches. Will held his smudged face and stared up at Jack’s menacing form. Jack was leaning over him, an insane look in his eyes. The biker raised his fist and made as if he was going to beat the frightened youth, causing Will to snivel and hold up a hand in defense. “Don’t hurt me…”

Jack froze in his actions, staring down at the shaking form beneath him. Jack seemed lost in thought, as if the phrase had triggered some distant memory. He looked at his upraised fist and gasped, dropping it immediately. Will didn’t know what to do.

“I-I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me…” Jack mumbled, grabbing some toilet paper and wiping Will’s face. Will flinched from the contact and Jack felt the old familiar guilt come boiling up with a vengeance. He turned to see that the writing was effectively smeared and therefore unintelligible, before grabbing Will’s arm and hurriedly dragging him out of the restroom and the restaurant. He didn’t even stop when he heard their waitress calling after them. He plopped Will on his Pearl and sped off.

‘I can’t believe it…’ he thought disbelievingly. ‘I sounded just like him… just like my father…’

tbc….

Oooo! Mystery! Suspense! I’m full of crap! Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk…

(1) Little House On the Prairie: Was this god awful show my sister used to be obsessed with and made me watch. I don’t remember much about it, but it was on in the 80’s and it was supposed to be about the wagon train family I think. And they settle in the great wilderness that was the American Mid-west back in ye old days. The only episode I remember was this one where one of the kids fell down a well in very Timmy and Lassie fashion.
(2) The Helmet being to big: think of that scene in the Two Towers at Helms Deep when they put that helmet on that like eight year old kid. I was thought that was so sad and tragically cute. God I hate King Theoden! Hissssss!
(3) IHOP: International House Of Pancakes. I don’t know how far their reaches go, but in the U.S. it’s a really great restaurant. Horribly unhealthy food, but damn good food! And their bathrooms are surprisingly graffiti free, at least the one I go to is, and that waitress is usually there. Of course, she doesn’t talk like that. It’s a great place to go after a night of drinking and you’ve got a hangover hunger.
(4) Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity: it’s the dish they’re famous for. Quite yummy!
(5) Jack’s Jacket: trying saying that five times fast!