Title: What Once Was
Rating: PG13 (slash, implied sex)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I do, however own clones and plot bunnies. Woot!
Summary: A letter from Will to Jack about the past.
Notes: Slashy, fluffy, kind of depressing. Intended to be a ten-minute fic. 180 words. I'm a fast writer.
August 21st, 1696
It was only my self-control and my uncanny ability to hold my liquor that saved me from your charms. It was that night we met out in Antigua. Liz was gone and I was a wreck as usual. You appeared and turned my world onto its head. When you drank to my health, and you swayed, and the light caught the gold in your smile, I didn't know what I'd do. The room was smoky and dim, and my thoughts were mildly fuzzed around the edges. All I could concentrate on was your smile, and what it might feel like against my own.
You kissed my goodnight, though I think it was only the rum that made you do it. I rather enjoyed it. It was all I wanted right then: someone who treated me like who I was before I married Liz. When I went to sleep, it wasn't holding a bottle, but a book, like it used to be.
You're a reminder of all the good things that I had. Some people don't enjoy reflecting. They like to live in the present. I, however, like to dwell on what once was. It makes me feel a little better; like I'm not a complete failure.
I hope you'll come for me. I think I'm giving you enough reason to when I say that I love you. It is very late. I can see the moon out of my window. I'm living at the Laughing Nell in Conejo now. I expect I'll be here for some time, though I don't by any means desire to. Please save me Jack. I don't want to forever think of what once was. I want there to be a what could someday be.
Will
It's fluffy. I got the idea from Two Gentlemen of Verona a few weeks ago. I love to credit Shakespeare…
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