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AN: My first posted fic in a while. One-shot unless the response is good. If I do continue this, it'll be short slices of life. Unless someone really shifts my muses into turbo.
We know Will and Elizabeth Turner had at least one kid. What if they had a whole line of descendants? What if they were really protective of their family?
Start's off just after Mick rescued Beth the first time.
When Mick exited the building with Beth in his arms, he came face to point with a sword.
"No, Will, this is who Jessica hired." The woman was British and smelled of the sea.
The sword vanished under Will's coat as Beth stirred in Mick's arms.
"Aunt Liz?"
"Come here, sweetheart," Liz replied, stuffing a small wooden box in her coat pocket.
Beth whispered a thank you in Mick's ear before settling in her Aunt's arms. Liz nodded her own thanks to Mick before walking away.
Will handed Mick an envelope that smelled of cash. "Jessica needs the money, we don't."
Mick nodded and accepted it.
"Thank you," Will said with a relieved sigh. "You helped my family more than you know."
"You're welcome," Mick replied. "About the fire-"
Will's grin was small. "You don't talk about a man with a sword, I won't talk about detectives setting fires."
Mick accepted this with a small smile of his own. He had no idea who or what Will was, but the man smelled of death and power. He didn't want to anger Will.
The pirate headed in the direction of his wife and great grand niece. He hoped Elizabeth knew where to get excellent rum in L.A. They were going to owe Jack a big for using the compass.