I Will Come to You

The song is ‘I Will Come To You’ by Hanson, the characters belong to Disney and I make no claims to anything but the plot and my own twisted fantasies. was was originally intended to be fluff, but those twisted fantasies got in the way, damn them.
I also originally intended to use this song for a Merry/Pippin fic, and I might still, but at the moment Jack and Will seem to have commandeered it. Not that I mind of course…

Warnings: None that I can think of besides rampaging pirate sex. But you knew that didn’t you?

‘Will is in need of another adventure’ the letter had said ‘he’s pining away here and doesn’t evenw itw it. I’d give anything to see him smile again.’ I’d had the bloody thing memorized after the first reading, the second was just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. ‘So I beseech you, Captain Sparrow, to come to the aid of all involved parties and rescue him from this.’
Elizabeth Turner. The strumpet knew exactly what would get my attention. Manipulative little snit.
So that’s why I’m making my way to the smithy of Port Royal in the late hours of the evening, knowing that’s exactly where the lad will be.

When you have no light to guide you
And no one to walk to walk beside you
I will come to you
Oh I will come to you

The Pearl brought the fog with it, just like always, and the cold, and the wi The The streets are nearly empty at this time as it is, but the weather will make sure they stay that way.
The sign above the smithy says Turner now, instead of Brown, and I almost feel guilty for a moment that I’m about to steal the town’s blacksmith.
But the pang is gone as quickly as it came, they’ll survive without him.
I know he won’t be able to hear me slip through the side door over the din he’s making. That of course makes my task all the easier, no ‘but Jack, I /can’t/ go, they need me here’ and no misplaced loyalties. Just a quick, solid cuff to the head with the butt of a pistol. Not enough to do any real harm, but enough to take him by surprise, send him off to the land of dreams.
He’s easy enough to carry over my shoulder, lighter than he looks really, “I don’t envy you the headache you’ll have in the mornin’ lad.”

When the night is dark and stormy
You won't have to reach out for me
I will come to you
Oh I will come to you

We’ve made it well out of sight of Port Royal before he even begins to stir, though it’s probably due to the storm spray and the tossing as it is to anything else. Somehow on the way out to sea we’ve got ourselves caught in the edge of a storm, and it’s a bit of a struggle to keep us from going deeper. May just have to drop anchor and wait it out.
“Jack?” He’s awake, I can’t help but smile, I missed him more than I’m willing to admit. “You didn’t have to hit me.” He says with a groan, “I would’ve just come willingly.”
“No use trying to lie to me lad, and even less trying to lie to yourself.”
He shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair, “It’s not a lie Jack.”
God he’s so much like his father it almost hurts, the same innocent honesty about the eyes I think.
“What can I do to help Jack?”

Sometimes when all your dreams may have seen better days
And you don't know how or why, but you've lost your way
Have no fear when your tears are fallin'
I will hear your spirit callin'
And I swear I'll be there come what may

Before I actually have a chance to answer the Pearl tilts precariously, pushed by a sudden gust of wind against the sails and a wave that crests over the side, I’m safe enough at the helm, but it takes Will right over the far side with it.
I already lost one Turner to the depths, I’m not about to lose another, not when there’s actually something I can do about it
It’s the work of a moment to shed jacket and hat and loop a mooring rope around my waist, knotting it securely, no sense having us both floating free.
God’s /teeth/ the water’s cold. It takes a moment to get over the sudden —painful— shock enough to ble ble to look for another body in the waves.
Sparing a fleeting thought to be thankful the rain isn’t any harder I dive, ignoring the sting of saltwater so that I can see him.

When you have no light to guide you
And no one to walk to walk beside you
I will come to you
Oh I will come to you

There he is, fighting the current but disoriented, he’s trying to swim down, must have lost his bearings when he was tumbled over the side.
I’m fighting the currents to get to him, it’s taking too long, my lungs are already burning when he stops struggling. I’ll be no good to either of us if I black out from lack of air.
I kick for the surface, shaking my head to clear it as I get a breath before diving right back under, thankful for the currents keeping him from sinking too quickly I keep swimming, managing to snag the back of his shirt, scrabbling at it a moment before I getolidolid hold, it’s a struggle to get us both above water again, but I manage, floating a moment to catch my breath before using the rope about my waist to haul us both back aboard the ship.
He’s not breathing. Damn it he’s not breathing.

When the night is dark and stormy
You won't have to reach out for me
I will come to you
Oh I will come to you
I will come to you

I curl an arm around his waist, just under his ribs, tugging upwards, “C’mon lad, have to get the water out of the way before the air can get in, cough it up, c’mon Will, y’have to breathe.”
For a gut-wrenching moment I’m afraid he’s already gone, but no, he tries to gasp and ends up choking, seawater and bile spattering the deck.
I sweep his sodden hair away from his face to keep it out of the way as he heaves again, taking in great gulps of air, shuddering violently and clinging to me like… well, like a man saved from drowning.
I promise myself that I’ll take the time to enjoy it later, there are more pressing matters at hand now, keeping us both warm for instance.

'Cause even if we can't be together
We'll be friends now and forever
And I swear that I'll be there come what may

I turn his face slightly so that he can see me, “Can you make it to the cabin on your own lad?”
He shakes his head, still clinging desperately to my arm, teeth chattering like dice in a cup, “N-no.”
I nod then, helping him up, arm around his waist, draping his across my shoulders, “C’mon, we’ve got to drop anchor b’fore we turn in to wait out the storm.”
He nods again, trying to get control of the shivering. It’s not a difficult trek to the anchor moorings, but it’s a bit more dangerous than it usually is due to the ever-increasing storm. I’m a bit surprised that we make it without mishap, and that it’s only a moment’s struggle to loose the anchor.
I wait for the splash before starting towards the cabin, arm still curled securely around Will’s waist, managing to keep us both upright, though he collapses into the chair almost as soon as we’re in the door, “Oh no y’don’t lad. Have to get you out’ve those wet clothes. Otherwise we’ll both catch our death of cold”

When the night is dark and stormy
You won't have to reach out for me
I will come to you
Oh I will come to you

“Get out of them? I’m /cold/ Jack.” Though he was obviously feeling better, since he was arguing, “I know y’are lad. Because the wet is keeping the cold in, best way t’stop that is t’get rid of the wet.”
I’m already peeling out of my pants, my shirt already long gone, leaving it all in a heap by the door, once the storm passes I’ll leave it out on deck to dry, “Not like I haven’t seen you without a stitch on before Will.”
Though judging by his reaction it’s the first time he’s seen me without, I can tell because he’s taking stock of the scars. Everyone does the first time.
“What happened Jack?” Ahh, curiosity, of course that means it’s bargaining time, “Long story lad, one that’ll probably kill you if you stay wet and cold tghoughout.” I tug a blanket off the foot of he bed, wrapping it around my waist before continuing, “So I’ll tell y’what. You get out of those wet things and I’ll tell the tale.”

We all need somebody we can turn to
Someone who'll always understand

He was about to protest again, but didn’t, just arched a brow, fingers working at the buttons of his shirt, “Alright then. If that’s what it takes to better know the infamous Jack Sparrow, then I believe it’s worth it.”
Somehow, something has changed between us, some new bond has been forged, though I’m not sure yet what exactly it is.
He has a mite of trouble wriggling out of wet breeches, and I have to force myself to avert my eyes as I hand him a dry blanket, tugging another out of the seachest for myself, wringing out my hair, “Which d’you want to hear first lad?”
I start slightly as cool, work-rough fingers run across the bullet holes in my shoulder, Will’s voice a warm tickle against my ear, “These.”

So if you feel that your soul is dyin'
And you need the strength to keep tryin'

I fish around in the chest for a bottle of rum, settling onto the bed and cracking it open, taking a long swallow before handing it to Will who has inexplicably settled beside me, “Sacking of Nisei Port.”
His brow furrows then, mid swallow, lowering the bottle, “Thought you never fired a shot?”
I chuckle, shaking my head and settling more comfortably, “/I/ never fired a shot, the Nisei Guard however…” I shake my head again, taking the bottle back for another long swallow, already feeling a good deal warmer.
“Is the shot still there?”
I nod, setting the bottle aside and catching his wrist, guiding his hand to the lowest of the three, “One is. Couldn’t risk getting it out, too deep.”
His skin is still chilled, but the touch is searing, burning against the scars like a brand. I get the sneaking suspicion that dear William has done this before, though I don’t want to think about to whom.

I'll reach out and take your hand
I'll reach out and take your hand
Oh I will come to you

I find that I /can’t/ think about it as Will presses close, fingers pressing lightly against the scar, close enough that I can taste his breath across my lips, I spare a fleeting thought to apologize to Elizabeth before pressing back, capturing the whelp’s lips with my own, fingers curling reflexively against his wrist, bracing myself back on my other arm.
I don’t bother trying to ask if he’s sure about this, because it’s quite clear that he is, and knows exactly what he’s doing, already making faint little mewling sounds in the back of his throat, apparently intent on driving me completely wild before we even start.
Though we have started, even with just a kiss we’ve already passed the point of no return, I can feel it in my bones.

When you have no light to guide you
And no one to walk to walk beside you
I will come to you
Oh I will come to you

Somehow we’ve both managed to become bare again, Will’s skin still cool against my own. I can’t help the low groan that escapes my throat as he settles firmly across my hips, hands spread against my chest, pressing me back against the mattress, feeling the straw crunch beneath us.
He’s mewling still as he leans in and nips at the juncture of my throat and shoulder, teeth setting firmly against the cord of tendon there, eliciting another moan, my hips rocking up against his reflexively, needing closer contact, already feeling my arousal straining against my belly.
I manage to free a hand, running it down the center of Will’s chest as he sits back again, hips rocking forward against my own, “Jack.”
That one word alone is a plea, more than enough to get my attention, “Jack please, I just, I need, God Jack, /please/.” He finishes with a half-desperate cry, hips rocking forward again against my own.
He definitely knows what he’s doing.

When the night is dark and stormy
You won't have to reach out for me
I will come to you

I have enough sense left to scrabble for a vial of oil in the cabinet beside the bed, Will plucks it from my fingers almost as soon as I’ve found it, smiling as he uncorks it with his teeth, warming it a moment between his palms, the unmistakable scent of jasmine already drifting around us.
He leans in and attaches himself to my lower lip as he slicks my need over with a palm full of the oil, kneading a teasing moment before sitting back again, settling across my hips once more, hands spreading against my chest, “Will?”
He smiles slightly, pressing a finger to my lips, “I’ll be alright.” A low, needy whimper slides free from his throat as he lowers himself, back arching as he presses further all but impaling himself on my shaft. His fingers curl against my chest as he rolls his hips in a slow circle, a disconnected stream of words bubbling across his perfect lips, my name, his, pleas and blasphemes all tripping over each other in the rush to escape.

Oh I will come to you
Oh I will come to you
Oh I will come to you

I’m rapidly losing any sort of coherent thought, I don’t /want/ to think, just to feel, because what I’m feeling is exquisite. Will is finally beginning to warm, writhing against me like a Tortuga whore, but I can’t bring myself to object, as he’s already got me teetering on the brink, gasping like a fish out of water, one hand curled against his hip, the other tangling through tawny curls to drag him down into another hungry kiss.
He moans lowly as his arousal is pressed between our stomachs, I growl softly into the kiss, the hand at his hip snaking inward to curl around the root, kneading firmly. I feel him tighten, arching against me with another low moan and another stream of disconnected words and syllables.
He falls still for a brief moment before arching again, harder, coating both of us as he all but explodes between us. The sudden wash of sensation is all it takes to send me over the edge as well with a sharp gasp and a shudder, showering Will’s face and throat with fleeting, biting kisses, melting back against the mattress, trying to regain control of my breathing, feeling Will shudder against my chest, coming down from his peak.

I will come to you,
Oh I will come to you.

My final thoughts before I drift off to sleep is that things have definitely changed between Will and I. But they’ve changed for the better, whatever the lad’s motives were, there was more to it than fleeting pleasure. If that’s all it were, he wouldn’t have chosen me, and he wouldn’t have murmured ‘I love you’ as he slipped off to the land of dreams once more.