Hoppity-Skip
by
cherusha
Summary: Inspired by stoney321 who bemoaned: "I read
one more Sparrington fic where Jack and Norrington hold hands and
skip, and my hed gonna asplode."
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"This is entirely your fault, you know."
Jack dipped their bonded hands into the soapy water again.
"I should have hanged you when I got the chance."
Jack applied the wet washcloth to the problem area and started scrubbing furiously. But their hands still showed no signs of unclasping.
"What are you doing, you're going to make it worse! I already tried that."
"Glarrrrgh!" Jack threw down the washcloth in frustration and leaned against Norrington tiredly, trying to catch his breath. "It's no use, mate. We're stuck like this."
"That should seem obvious," Norrington replied dryly. He squinted at the script again, hoping against hope that somehow they had both misread it.
It was not to be. For the dreaded words were there – emblazoned mockingly in 14 pt Comic Sans – as sure as the sky was blue and as sure as Sparrow desperately needed a bath. A tick developed over Norrington's left eyebrow, and he gritted his teeth.
"Lets try it then," mused Jack. "It might not be as bad as all-" he gave a whimsical wave with his fingers, "-that."
"As if this wasn't bad enough. A Commodore of the Royal Navy! Holding hands with a pirate!"
"An' how do you think I feel? Me! Cavorting with the likes of you!" Jack sulked. "'S not like you're the only one with a reputation to uphold."
Norrington glared in disbelief. "That is hardly the same thing.
"And this," he held up their hands, "hardly qualifies as cavorting."
For the first time since they'd found themselves inexplicably stuck together like this, Jack smirked.
"You've not read page seven, yet, have you?" he said, a wicked gleam shining in his eyes.