Disclaimer: I do not own POTC I or II and am in no way or form associated with Disney and its products. I am just a fan who seriously has to rethink my view on the characters after watching Dead Man's Chest.

Author's Note: I don't know if this is a W/E fic or not yet. I just have to see how it plays out but after watching the premiere I felt driven to write this. Whatever happens just happens. However, despite being my second fic, I will try my hardest to keep them as in character as possible.

Chapter 1: Giving Her What She Wants – Part 1

Will looked at Elizabeth thoughtfully, unsure of what to do. He knew what he had seen, knew she had kissed Jack. But what should he do? What could he do now that they were going in search of Jack so soon?

Barbossa was back, the black hearted bastard who started all of this in the first place, Elizabeth, the love of his life had betrayed him, Jack…Jack was dead, Tia Dahlma had said Barbossa was to be their captain if they wished to bring him back. They had to follow him! – So much was happening at once, too much and to make matters worse his back was hurting like hell from the lashes he had received not so long ago by his own father.

His father, he had vowed to set him free, a promise he would keep with pleasure, they somehow had to recover Davey Jones' stolen heart from Norrington – given to Beckett he supposed. What really hurt was that is was the same heart Jones had ripped from his own chest from betrayal of his beloved lady.

…just like him.

Will groaned, burying his head in his hands. In just one night they would depart, Tia already having prepared them a ship. In just one day everything would crash down further until they literally got to the World's End, and he had to endure it all with an aching heart.

Suddenly, his back seemed a blessing, the pain a pleasant distraction from his thoughts.

Anything to distract him from the miserable shape his life was in was enough.

"Will?" Elizabeth asked quietly, having sought him out where he sat on the porch, the knife his father had given him being embedded time and again into the innocent wood. "Will?"

He sighed, hoping she would leave him to his thoughts if he ignored her. He didn't want to deal with her now, deal with anything.

"Will, please. I need to talk to you about this," she tried once more, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Ripping his shoulder away Will's face collapsed momentarily in pain though turned away as he was, she did not catch it. "There is nothing to be said Elizabeth."

"Yes there is, back on the Pearl. After everyone had left…"

"I said there is nothing to say." Will hissed at her, his back throbbing even more from where he had jerked away. "Leave it be."

"Will, if you can just let me speak…"

"Why? So you can tell me what I already know?" He demanded and standing before her, eyes blazing in accusation and hurt. "I saw you two, I saw you k…" he stopped, unable to say the words.

"You have to understand," she began tearfully, not used to Will reacting so around her.

"There's nothing to understand."

"Yes there is! Will Turner you listen to me."

"No, Miss Swann, you listen to me. I was willing to take anything for you. I faced hell and high waters, pirates and curses, seeing my own father enslaved…" he stopped himself, swallowing before he went too far. "And do you know why? You! I did it all for you, without a second thought. I love you Elizabeth, have for years, and I thought you loved me."

He remained with his back turned to her.

"I do love you Will, please do not accuse me otherwise."

"Why, so you might go after Barbossa next and shatter my heart further? Was that it Elizabeth? Was I not pirate enough for you? You had to have more?" He continued as though she had nothing else to say, storming back inside.

"How dare you. You take that back William." She demanded, near tears at his words. She already felt bad for it.

All the attention in the room shifted towards the quarrelling lovers.

Will was in too much pain already to care for that he was causing her, too much to even care for the scene he was making. So let them know what she did, she deserved as much. She sure as hell hadn't cared much for anything else when she had done it. Why let her be so ashamed now?

"No Elizabeth. Not this time. You will not turn me into the villain so you might be the innocent victim once more. I am through with this, through with you. I will find you your present lover, and from then on I want nothing to do with our past."

"You take that back Will Turner," she demanded, slapping his back to gain his attention, unaware of the injuries that lie there. He was being unnecessarily mean over this, it had been one kiss. One very confusing kiss, that's all!

Unbidden, a hiss of pain left his mouth if for only a second, long enough for Elizabeth to become wide eyed and some of the others to realize something more was wrong.

"Now comes the time." Tia Dalhma interrupted in her haunting voice, a smile pulling at her blue stained lips. "It is time to prove what makes us men," she looked directly at Will with the words and let her dark gaze slide to Elizabeth. "and wo-man."

She drawled on the word, staring Elizabeth down in a look that made her suspicious that this witch might know everything, how her heart was crying out in guilt and shame.

"To show why we've done what we've done, what was done to dear old Jack." She continued, her eyes never leaving Elizabeth's face until the sentence was finished.

"Already some of you have suffered so much," she said, turning to Will and caressing his cheek. Her hands moved to his shirt, beginning to unbutton it before his rough hands stopped her.

"Calm now, you called to this. You yearned for what you received, a gift given in blood and pain but now you bleed the more, your body reacting to your heart. It must be healed," Tia insisted, looking to have the shirt removed.

"Then it is I who shall do if for I need no woman's aid," he answered, hard eyes meeting Elizabeth's once more.

"Agreed."

Will finished what had been started, removing his flannel shirt with tight pressed lips and carefully control breath as his shoulders burned from the contact of the hit as well as the muscles being stretched.

Elizabeth gasped in horror at the site revealed to her. "Will, what in the world happened?" She asked in heartbroken despair, moving so she was before him and attempting to place a gentle hand on his face.

"Have you not hurt me enough, Elizabeth?" Will demanded, referring both to the kiss and her slap from moment before. "Be it by your hands or mouth, there is nothing, absolutely nothing I want from you." He assured her with a hard look, taking a step back and away from her.

"Leave him," Tia commanded her. "You will need your own strengths for the days to come. Let him to me and tend to your own bewildered heart. Till you know what it is your after, there t'ain't no point in seeking after it."

Elizabeth looked hurt at Will's actions and somewhat angry to be sent away by another woman, especially one who should know what was going on and if she did it was none of her business. She was already humiliated enough by his announcement. However, for him at least, she backed down with a nod and left the room.

What more could she do? She would just have to talk to him, alone, whenever the time was presented. She had her mind set one it. She had to at least know where they stood. Even after her betrayal she deserved that much.

Author's Note: Please let me know, was anyone to OOC? Is this any good and worth continuing? Reviews and criticism is greatly appreciated!!