-1Disclaimer: I don't own any pirates, but I think I should own stock in the movies since I'll be seeing Dead Man's Chest so many times…July 7th! I'm so excited!
A/N: This is just something that hit me one day and I had to run with it. If I get enough of a response, I'll post more. The first chapter was my beginning into writing the story, so it gets better as it goes.
Summary: Characters set in current time. Will is the president's son, Elizabeth is the VP's daughter, and Jack is a celebrity. Other characters will probably make appearances too…for anyone who's read 'Secret Island, Secret Love', prepare for some similarities later on ;D. For everyone else, just read and be surprised!
Ch.1: Mr. President
A striking man, his handsome features the epitome of gorgeous, stepped out of the car, slowly pulling on the sleeves of his pinstripe suit. Immediately, the cameras began flashing and he squinted his eyes against the glow. Despite his obvious deviation from normal celebrity life, he grinned widely for the screaming photographers. Running one hand through his short, dark hair, he slowly made his way up the red carpet to the entrance.
Halfway there, a little girl ran up next to him, holding a piece of paper and a pen.
Jack knelt down next to her, quietly asking her name and smiling as he told her how pretty it was. With the autograph signed, he stood up and clasped her fingers in his, leading her safely back to her family. Then, he turned back around, his lips curving into another roguish beam as he made a final wave and continued towards the door.
As he climbed the never-ending stairs, the President and VP, along with some other, significantly less important, officials stood to greet him. Jack went down the line, kindly but unenthusiastically greeting each. He nodded curtly as he shook the small president's hand. The VP roughly grasped his arm and as he shook it, Jack quickly lost circulation. An unidentified Congressman timidly nodded and Jack was only too happy to nod back…his hand still felt devoid of blood. A female senator covered her mouth and started crying, eagerly grasping Jack in an over-excited hug (Jack politely hugged back and then signed some autographs and posed for three pictures). At the end, a young man waited patiently to shake his hand. For a brief second, their eyes connected. Jack's fingers tingled at the man's touch. Hallelujah circulation!,Jack thought, Keep coming back to me, sweet, life-preserving blood!
"It's excellent to meet you, Jack Sparrow." The young man greeted him with a genuine smile.
Jack scanned his face and smirked. "Same to you, Will Turner."
Then Jack sauntered into the building, ready to find his seat and wait for the speech- doomed from existence to be almost as boring as his ant farm from when he was five- to commence.
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"The state of affairs…" The President began emphatically.
He tried to force a smile, but it came as a grimace, which decidedly mirrored the pain of the audience.
Jack feigned interest as he sat in the half-empty auditorium and counted the ceiling tiles. He was so distracted that he didn't even notice when Will slid into the seat next to him, his arms loosely crossed.
Will leaned over to Jack and whispered in his ear, "There are exactly…nine thousand, seven hundred, and fifty-four…tiles on that ceiling." Jack lurched his head to the left, surprised out of his thoughts. He promptly lost count.
"Actually, I already counted those…I was on the lights…" Jack retorted, throwing a quiet smile in Will's direction.
"Ah, gotcha…actually, Mr. Sparrow, I came over here…because I'm interested to know how you knew my name out there…" Will stared at Jack intently.
"MISTER Sparrow?...what am I, OLD?...Everyone who I like calls me Jack. Everyone who I would like to sacrifice to the Amazon warriors of South America calls me Mr. Sparrow. You're too young to have that fate, so I would stick with Jack if I were you!"
Jack smirked and continued, "I know who you are because I'm not one of those stupid celebrities who gets paid to endorse a certain candidate. I study up on each one, and that way, I know what I'm getting myself into by voting for them. And you, Mr. Turner-"
"Call me Will." The young man interjected quietly.
"Okay, and you, Will, are the only son of that dull man up there…President Ralph A. Turner. What a nice man he is, too…I definitely did not think that our environment was disgusting enough as it was; it's perfect now, though, with that extra oil slopped around in the oceans a bit." Jack sat, with his face unreadable, staring at the president.
"Actually, my personal favorite was when he insulted the entire rest of the free world and had to hide in his bunker for three days…talk about amusing…" Will laughed as he remembered. Jack looked at him with newfound respect, happy that the young man had caught his sarcasm. "…But there's one question about your business, Jack…you obviously are not a huge fan of Mr. President…I welcome you to the club…but why, then, are you here, if you're not paid to endorse him?" Will eyed him quizzically.
"Wow. You're bright…most people don't realize to ask me that. I'm here of my own accord. Quite simply: because everyone has their faults, but everyone has some good in them. The president runs our country; I might as well figure out how his mind works."
Will snorted. "His mind works like they tell him it will work." He looked away for a moment. "You're the smartest damn celebrity I've ever met."
"I try." Jack responded with a laugh. The grin slowly faded from his face as he remembered his predicament. "I HATE this bloody speech. Where are the writers?...I'm going to kill them."
Will could hardly contain his amusement. Then, he slowly opened his mouth. "…C'mon, I'll help you escape. I'll cover for you and tell the president that you were ill."
Jack thanked him with a grin. They slowly stood up and made their way to the back of the auditorium, with Will in the lead and Jack trotting behind him. The two darted in and out of shadows until they made it outside. At first, the Secret Service dashed towards them, but upon recognizing Will, they backed off.
Will shook Jack's hand. "Thanks for making my day a little less boring."
"No problem. It was more fun than his other speeches." Jack rolled his eyes.
Will laughed. "…you're so much cooler than Brad Pitt…I met him last week…"
Jack beamed knowingly. "Don't even get me started on Mr. ArmPitt."
A guard briskly walked up and whispered something in Will's ear.
"Damn. I've got to go back in, before the president realizes that I'm 'missing'…bye Jack, it was awesome to meet you!"
"Hey, Will!" Jack yelled.
"Yeah?" Will turned around quickly.
"Why do you call him 'the President' instead of 'Dad' or 'my father'?"
"…Because. He's never said more than a few sentences to me."
Will turned back around, concealing the tear running down his cheek.
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Will stuck his head into the room and gripped the doorknob firmly.
"Sir?" He asked cautiously.
The president stopped writing and set his pen down on the hardwood desk, which Will assumed was acknowledgement and permission to enter. His speech was long over, but somehow Will felt like they were still in that room, separated by an impenetrable distance. The president's brow furrowed, his eyes still glued to the paper before him. He rubbed his face vigorously, as if he was trying to wipe his frustration away. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed a deep breath.
Will swallowed hard, severely disgruntled that he had to go through all of this. His father didn't intimidate him, but was instead a severe annoyance because of the man's ignorance.
"What do you want, William?"
Will swallowed hard again in order to prepare himself for the onslaught. "I would like permission to go see a movie."
"What movie?"
"Er, well, a documentary-type one that just went into theatres…"
"Is this supposed to have a point?" The president stared up at Will, an exasperated look mutilating his face.
Will decided to get out of there while he still could. "I guess not. Well, I assume that I have permission, so I'll be seeing you…"
The guilty look on Will's face was painfully evident to the elder Turner. Dammit, why do I have to have a damn conscience? Will fumed silently as he was leaving that dreaded office.
The president picked up the radio sitting on his desk. "SS, bring William back in here. NOW."
As Will escaped down the hall, he heard a radio broadcast emit from a maid's belt. He's sent he damn Secret Service on me! I'm his SON!
Their relationship had only become progressively worse since then.
Please review! If I get enough interest, I'll post more…all constructive criticism welcome and if you like it, I of course would love to hear that!