Disclaimer: Anything familiar you see, it isn't mine. William Turner, Elizabeth Swann, and Jack Sparrow all belong to the lovely creaters of Pirates of the Caribbean and chapter titles/lyrics belong to the amazing Beatles.

A/N: This is a challenge I placed on myself. I'm going to write a series of one-shots, varying in rating and time settings (Such as modern, postAWE, postDMC, postCoTBP, pre... etc.

She had always been his best friend. They met when they were only twelve years and as the years passed, all could see the connection between them. When they first met, they were in elementary school when she was being picked on by a boy and the male came up to her side, pushing the bully away. He might have gotten a hit himself, but she respected him and became friends.

They soon became awkward teenagers, the new feelings of relationships developing and the girl became more sociable as the boy remained his slightly distant self. Though, the girl still stuck loyally to his side.

It wasn't until one night that William Turner got a phone call well past midnight that he realized he had grown to love the girl. Not just as a best friend, but as someone he could possibly spend his life with.

"'Ello?"

"Willyyyyy… me best mate! Me best friend! Guess what!"

Will pulled the phone from his ear, cocking an eyebrow. Was he hearing right? Had Elizabeth Swann called him, sounding drunk off her arse?

"Lizzie?"

"Mmhmmm! Guess what, Willy! Guess, guess, guess, guess!"

Both Elizabeth and Will were now eighteen, still inseparable friends. Unless her latest boyfriend interfered.

"What, Lizzie?" Will spoke back, the attempt to keep his voice calm, futile.

"Jimmy is a bastard!" Elizabeth giggled into her cell phone, a squeak coming from the background.

"Why might that be? Last I heard, you were in love with him."

Love. Will had no clue what that feeling was like. He had only a few girlfriends through high school and was now preparing for Uni.

"I got him shagging this chick! I think you know her… Amy?... Alyssa? Amelia?..."

"What? Jim cheated on you?" Will sat up from his position in his bed, eyes wide. That bastard.

"Mhmmm… so I said to myself 'Lizziebeth Swann, you're an eighteen year old girl. You don't need stupid Jim. You need a beer!' and so I came down the Pearl and Jack was here and I guess I just didn't stop. And now I'm drunk… and I'm actually happy! Good riddance to moron!"

Will hardly heard the speech, jumping out of his bed and pulling jeans over his boxers. "Stay there." He spoke sharply before grabbing his car keys and heading out of his flat. Thank god the Pearl was only five minute drive away.

Elizabeth giggled as Jack placed another beer before her, "S'on the house, love. Damn bastard..."

As he turned around, he rolled his eyes. "Told William shoulda gone for her before that James did…" He muttered under his breath.

When Will jumped in his car, a familiar song just blared out of the speakers.

I've Just Seen a Face. The Beatles.

He cringed but listened to it on the quick speed down to the Pearl.

Will had grown to adore this song, yet it was this very song that haunted him each time he had seen Elizabeth with James.

"…I've just seen a face
I can't forget the time or place where we just met
She's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see we've met
Mm mm mm mm mm mm…"

When Will's father had first met Elizabeth, this was the song the elder Turner had shown them. Who knew the song had so much meaning to the now older William.

Immediately arriving at the Pearl, Will launched himself in and spotted the drunken Elizabeth as soon as he was in.

Her head was resting on her arms, a bottle clinched within her tiny fists and a completely sober Jack, a solemn look on his face, shaking his head, in a corner. As soon as the bar keeper spotted the younger male, he nodded towards the young female.

"Lizzie?" Will approached cautiously, keeping his voice soft. "Elizabeth, I'm here… Come on, love," He placed his had on her shoulder and right when he did, she turned and sobbed into his chest.

The boy wrapped his arms around her lithe waist, holding her close to him. "Hush, Lizzie, he was no good… I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you…" His cheek rested against her hair and he shut his eyes. God, he was going to kill that James.

"Please…" She whispered, glancing up. "Please… take me home… To your flat… please?"

Will nodded onto her head. "Of course, come along."

When they arrived into the car and it started up, the song continued on.

"…I've just seen a face
I can't forget the time or place where we just met
She's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see we've met
Mm mm mm mm la la la…"

The song had switched onto some other singer by the time they arrived back at Will's flat.

The rest of the night had faded out as Will tucked his best friend into his bed, watching her glazed eyes shut.

"Thank you, Will," her voice was so soft, he could barely here it. "You mean so much to me… You truly are my best friend…" Will leaned down, kissing her cheek softly.

"I'll always be here for you, love."

"I love you."

That reply was so sudden, he didn't even catch it. "Good night, Lizzie. I'll be on the couch if you need me."

After making sure the young woman was asleep, Will snuck out of his own room, still softly humming that Beatles song.

God, it was so true. He wanted to show everyone this girl, his best friend, and the girl who he would, hopefully, win her emotions for, one day.

"…Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
Oh, falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again…"

It was as if Paul McCartney had written just for William Turner's emotions on Elizabeth Swann.