A Half-Forgotten Lullaby
Disclaimer: I don't even own the song so fagetabout me owning POTC.
Author's Notes: This is a one-shot inspired by a fanfic called 'Guardian Angel'.
It's by Anya al' Nighter, to whom I (as an apology for taking this liberty) dedicate this to. The fic itself is wonderful.
Summary: Jack, the guardian angel of Norrington, sings a drunken Commodore to sleep. Sparrington.
Jack took the drunken Commodore into his lap. Pulling up the satin covers over his charge as protection from the chilly Caribbean night, he racked his brain for a decent song, one that would comfort his charge.
Nothing Elizabeth taught him. He would not be reminded of the crazy bitch that had killed him. Pushing back his wings, the pirate/temporary angel came upon a song stuck in his memories from years long ago. Memories of him as a young child in Tortuga came back, his mother crooning softly over his tired, sleepy form. It was a lullaby, a half-forgotten one, but it would do.
Soon night will come, quieting the sun,
Silent the sounds of the night coming through.
Norrington murmured something incomprehensible and snuggled closer to Jack, and the pirate's heart (was it possible after death?) skipped a beat. He struggled to remember the next few lines of the song.
Hear the wind whispering, whispering, whispering to you.
Sleep, sleep, sleep, good night my sweet one.
Jack bent over his slumbering charge, and blew a slow breath into his ear. His unbearably handsome Norrington grinned, and rolled over. Jack smirked in pleasure and continued the lullaby.
Good night my dear one,
Good night my sweet one to you good night.
Jack sighed contentedly. How was it that he never felt so at peace with the world when lying with a woman? Without the stupid wig, the embroidered uniform and in his nightdress, the Commodore looked so sweetly innocent.
Moonlight shines bright.
Shining through the night.
The guardian angel contemplated kissing Norrington, now being hit with the buttery, creamy moonlight. But somehow, he didn't think that would be a good idea. Taking advantage of your charge in a drunken stupor was not something the Higher Ups would like. And to gain access to heaven, Jack had to be a good guardian angel.
Slowly the Stars of the night shimmer through
Hear the wind whispering, whispering, whispering to you.
Aw hell. Jack didn't give a care about heaven now. He bent over and pressed his lips softly against the tired Commodore's. The man responded unconsciously. Jack deepened the kiss before slowly, reluctantly backing out.
Sleep, sleep, sleep, good night my sweet one,
Good night my dear one,
Good night my sweet one to you, good night.
Jack leaned back against the pillow, the smooth Chinese silk, the soft Indian cotton of the mattress, and the warm French satin of the covers making him sleepy beyond measure.
As the pirate joined his charge in the land of dreams, his last thought was that there might be something to this 'guardian' business after all.
Done. Like it? Tell me in the reviews. Don't ask me to continue, I think this is a perfect one-shot. yawn Now if only Jack would sing me to sleep…