Broken

Title: Broken

Author: Mahie/EvenStar

E-mail: persefone_rj@hotmail.com

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Jack/Will for sure :)

Archive: AdultFanfiction.Net, Plunder, JackXWill slash list.
Anywhere else just ask and I'll say yes.

Warnings: Slash, of course. If you don't like it then don't lose your
time reading it and don't bug me with flames. Oh, well, I like also to
write the characters without worrying if they are on character, so they
might be OOC. Rape issues (just a bit graphic, anyway).

Summary: Will has been hurt...Jack has been lonely...

Beta: Bambi. Thanks dear!

Notes: It's just that I luuuv a lil' hurt/comfort and I felt like writing
today.

Feedback: Please, I really love it!! But don't flame me hard...

Disclaimers: all of them belong to Walt Disney, not to me. The plot
belongs to me. And Jack Sparrow belongs to wonderful Johnny Depp. :)
No infringement is intended and I'm doing this for fun, not for money.
"speech" 'thoughts' hasihasis*
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Hi!
My new fic! Hope ye enjoy it!
Chapter 2 is almost done!
Please review!

The night before:
The young blacksmith screamed in pain. His face was wet with tears and
all his body ached. He struggled to get free, but the other man was much
stronger than him and had pinned Will to the floor. The unknown man had
beaten Will up before raping him, almost leaving the poor boy unconscious.
But all that pain hadn't been so powerful as the one Will was experiencing
right now.

That pain had harmed his body; this was harming his soul.

Will felt sure he wouldn't feel well again while the man took him mercilessly. He slammed his cock against Will's virgin opening, not having
bothered about easing the way first. And Will bled, cried and screamed,
but no one seemed to hear him. Every time Will had the courage to scream,
the man slapped his face and fucked him even harder. He was wearing a
mask on his face, as if for not being recognised by anyone.

Will tried to think of his beloved Elizabeth. Whatld sld she think when
she became aware that her fiancé had been raped? Will thought of her
angelic face, her beautiful eyes, trying unsuccessfully to forget that he,
right now, was being broken, maybe for life.

Will thought of Jack. Had his pirate friend been near, maybe he would have killed the bastard who was raping him. 'Who am I trying to fool?' Will thought, defeated. 'Even if Jack
killed this motherfucker, my pain wouldn't lessen because of it.'
Will cried until he had no more tears. Eventually, everything became black,
and he passed out.

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The morning:

Commodore Norrington walked his way to the town's blacksmith shop. He had
ordered a new sword from Will and was going to pick it up and pay him.
It was almost noon and the blacksmith hadn't showed up with the sword yet.
The Commodore needed it so that he could provide help to nearby city that was under an attack by pirates. Gossip said it was the Black Pearl that was attacking the city, which was obviously in turmoil.

The Commodore wasn't used to going to the blacksmith's shop, as if he thought
a man of his status would have to receive his requests at home, but he
knew he couldn't be proud now when a nearby city needed help.

As soon as he arrived, Norrington knocked at the door. Once, twice. No
answer. He tried to open the wooden door; and, to his surprise, it was
unlocked.

The Commodore frowned. It seemed Will wasn't at home. The blacksmith and
soon-to-be the Governor's son-in-law lived alone now, as Mr. Brown had died
not long ago. Nine long months had passed since Will's little adventure
with Jack Sparrow and The Black Pearl, and the master blacksmith, who had
been drinking a lot before Will and Jack commandeered the
Interceptor, couldn't have lasted much longer anyway; so, Will would live
alone until he married Elizabeth.

Norrington cleared his throat and called: "Mr. Turner?"
No answer. The Commodore walked inside the little house and finally to
Will's room.

The sight astonished him.

Will was curled agt hit himself. His face was beaten, his body was naked
and covered in bruises and dried blood.

"Dear God, Mr. Turner!" Norrington approached the boy and tried to wake him.
Though he had really loved Elizabeth and lost her because of Will, he didn’t resent Will for it.
He even liked the town's blacksmith, and when he realized he couldn't
make Will wake up, he left the house and called the town's doctor and then
Elizabeth.

----

Will was lying in a big bed in the Governor's house, Elizabeth with swollen
red eyes at his side. The girl didn't want to leave Will's side, not even
for a minute. She didn't know what her fiancé had been through. The doctor
thought it would be better if Will told her if he wanted to.

The Commodore had taken his sword from Will's home, left the necessary
shillings and left to help Port Royal’s neighbor. Now, he would feel really
happy if he could catch Jack Sparrow and take him to the noose, had the
gossip been right. Before he left, the doctor had explained to him and
the Governor all that had happened to Will. The Commodore wished the best
recovery for Will and left, still stunned.

The Governor felt really worried; how could he tell Elizabeth her soon-to-be
husband had been raped beyond count? He sighed and prayed that the boy
would get better in no time.

----

Later that night, Elizabeth knelt beside Will's bed and took his hand.
The blacksmith hadn't woken up yet, but when the maid brought his meal,
Elizabeth tried to wake him up: "Will..."

Will moaned, obviously in pain. He was lying on his stomach, as he couldn't
lie on his back after the rapes.

Elizabeth caressed Will's hair and said again: "Will...love...your meal is here...you have to eat something..."

Will moaned again, but this time he opened his eyes. Elizabeth smiled
with tearful eyes and said: "Oh, Will...what happened to you?" She caressed his back and hair.

Will just said: "Hungry..."

"Here," Elizabeth took the trail of food. "Sit up."

Will, momentarily distracted, did as told. But when the excruciating
pain made him remember everything, he lied back on his stomach and started
to cry silently.

"Will...what happened?" came Elizabeth's concerned voice. "Why don't you
sit up and eat, love?"

Will felt his words were choking in his throat, but he owed Elizabeth
an explanation. He could see she didn't know anything yet.

"Elizabeth..." Will said in a faint voice. "I was really hurt..."

Elizabeth's eyes widened. "What do you mean, Will?"

"I can't sit down."

Elizabeth frowned. Will continued, though his true desire was to stay
silent. "I was...raped, Elizabeth."

"What?" Elizabeth said in shock, getting up.

"Yes," Will said after some time and fell into slumber again. The trail
of food went cold, and Elizabeth went back to her room, not knowing what
to think.

She only knew she felt a little disgusted, even though it was
obviously not Will's fault, being raped. She had been raised in a home where she was taught to be repulsed by any kind of sodomy. Elizabeth had had an uncle,
brother to her father, who had been caught having sex with another man.
It had been a scandal. Her father couldn't even think about it; and,
Elizabeth, who had been a child at that time, grew up with the notion that
sodomy was a dirty thing.

She couldn't stand to know Will had had sex with another man. Even if not
willingly.

----

Jack Sparrow was hiding in the small city he had just pillaged and
plundered. He looked at the Pearl, which was leaving for Tortuga. He had
stayed because he wanted to see Will. He missed the boy deeply, and knowing
he had been so near Port Royal only made him want to look for Will, even
though he knew he could be caught and hung for pi. He. He had thought
about it all. He would commandeer a boat of the city he had attacked,
disguise himself; and, as soon as he reached Port Royal, he would look
for Will and ask to be hidden in his smithy.

The Pearl had left as soon as the news of Port Royal came. They said that
the Commodore was coming and would hang them all. Jack asked his crew to
leave and he would stay. Everything had gone well.
Jack commandeered a boat and left, heading to Port Royal. He had even
eyed the Dauntless a day before. They were looking for Jack, but he was
very well hidden. Jack smiled to himself.

'Stupid lobsters,' he grinned. ’You'll never find me.'

Jack stepped at Port Royal, paid three shillings to the boat keeper, and
created some new name. Then he went hurriedly to Will's smithy.
Jack opened the door and stepped in.

Obviously, the smithy was empty. Will had been at the Governor's house
for two days now. As Jack didn't know it, he sat and waited. He thought
Will would come back soon.

What if he had already married Elizabeth and was living with her somewhere else?
Jack frowned. He should ask someone but couldn't risk himself.
He passed almost four hours wondering what to do, when the door opened
slowly and a woman entered. Elizabeth. Jack breathed relieved. But Liz
jumped.

"Gods! Jack Sparrow! What are you doing here?"

"Hello to you, too, luv." Jack smirked. "Why so jumpy?"

"Sorry," Elizabeth smiled weakly. "I've been through so much these days."

"What happened?" Jack frowned. "And where's young Mr. Turner?"

Elizabeth sighed and sat by Jack's side. "Will is broken, Jack."

"Why?" Jack asked, concerned, his painted eyes widening.

"I don't know if I can tell you this. It's really horrible."

Jack's eyes widened even more in shock: "Where is he? Is he...alive?"

"Yes, he is. But..." Elizabeth stopped speaking and started to sob.

Jack felt his blood run cold, but said: "Take me to where he is."

"Wait," Elizabeth said, sniffing. "I need to gather his clothes."

Jack paced impatiently while Elizabeth did what she needed to do. When
she was done, she said to Jack: "You can't be seen, Jack. Why have you come here?"

"You don't really think I would leave my friends behind, now would you,
luv?"

"But if someone sees you..."

"I was willing to take the risk." Jack said nonchalantly. "So, care to
take me to where Will is?"

"Sure. Let's go."

Jack and Elizabeth made their way through empty streets and arrived at
the Governor's mansion quickly. They entered by the back door and Elizabeth
led Jack to Will's quarters.

Jack entered the room, feeling uneasy. He still didn't know what had
happened to his friend. And seeing Will's bruised face didn't help much.

"Has...has someone beaten him up? You bettelltell me, luv, so that Captain
Jack can run this bastard through with his sword!" Jack said angrily.

"Yes, he was beaten up," Elizabeth said faintly. "But we don't know who
did this to him. Will didn't see him. He said the man was wearing a mask.

"Why?" Jack asked. He looked at Will's sleeping form. The boy looked like
an angel. How could anyone want to hurt him? "Why would anyone hurt him?"

"We can't know...we don't know, Jack." Elizabeth started to sob again and
left the room after telling Jack to talk to Will and try to make him feel
better.

Jack approached the bed silently. He didn't really want to wake Will up,
but needed to know what had happened to him. He touched the boy's shoulder
carefully: "Will?"

Will, who was only taking a nap, opened his eyes slowly, still lying on his
stomach.

"Jack?"

"Aye, lad, it's me. How're ye feeling?"

"Like shit." He felt his eyes tearing up, but Jack patted his shoulder
reassuringly.

"What happened to you, Will?"

Will didn't even have the time to wonder how Jack had found him or what
he was doing there. He only said: "I was raped."

Jack's eyes widened and his usual smirking expression turned to a more
serious one. He didn't know what to say.

After saying what had happened, Will had looked away, as if ashamed.
Jack caressed his friend's hair and said:
"Easy, lad, it's not shameful. It wasn't your fault. Did you see the man's
face?"

"No," Will started to cry. "He broke me, Jack...he made me feel like shit.
I just wanted to disappear...I just wanted to die."

Jack's chest constricted at Will's suffering. He felt the need to take
the boy in his arms and hold him tight. To tell him he hadn't been the
first and wouldn't be the last to pass through this. But he was paralyzed.
He just watched Will, who was crying openly now; so,Jack did the only
thing that came thh hih his mind. He caressed Will's back and hair and
murmured soothing words.

After calming himself a bit, Will tried to sit up. He always forgot about
the pain. He cried a bit, but Jack, knowing why Will was crying, took a
cushion for him to sit.

When Will managed to sit down, Jack hugged his friend. Will had been crying
but felt so warm after that embrace. He smiled a bit and looked at Jack: "So, when did you arrive?"

"Some hours ago. I was waiting for you at the smithy, but Elizabeth came
in and told me you weren't well."

Will nodded. Then he said bitterly: "She barely stays with me. After I told her
what had happened, she only enters my room when she comes to feed me."

Jack frowned: "Do you think she's avoiding you?"

"I don't think it, Jack. She is!" Will spoke, irritated. "When I need her
most, she leaves!"

"Calm down, lad." Jack asked.

"It's like she finds me disgusting! For something I didn't even choose
to be doing!"

"You don't know if she's disgusted, Will. Why don't you talk to her?"

"No, I won't, Jack. I'm tired of being put aside. I'm hurt, I'm miserable,
and I even have to care about her childish behavior?"

Jack sighed, knowing that he wouldn't say anything more on that subject.
He didn't want to upset Will. He wanted to do everything he could to help
him. More than anything, Jack felt the need to help Will.

He stayed with Will for some hours, but he needed to leave. He couldn't
risk being seen at the Governor's house. Will didn't really want Jack to
go. Elizabeth hadn't even entered Will's room after that hour that she
had brought Jack.

"You really need to go?" Will said sadly. He had talked to Jack all the
time and had felt better. "I don't think anyone is going to see you here.
Whenever someone wants to enter the room, they knock first."

"It's a risk, lad. If the Commodore knows I'm here, he'll want to hang me,
and you won't be able to save me this time," he caressed Will's hair
affectionately.

Will nodded understandingly. He would never want to see Jack being hung.
He said: "Go to my smithy, Jack. You can sleep there. But...can you come back
tomorrow? Even for a short while?" Will asked, pleadingly.

"Of course I can," Jack assured him. "And I will."

Will smiled. Jack kissed Will's forehead and was going tove wve when Will
said: "Jack?"

"Aye, lad?"

"Thank you for talking to me," Will smiled.

Jack shook his head: "Don't mention it." And he left to sleep at Will's smithy.


End of Chapter 1

TBC