A/N: Here is the sequel everyone, I haven't finished it yet, but I am going to do so soon. This fic has several stories all revolving around eachother, sort of…hope you all like it!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!
"Hannah…" Will cradled the small bundle in his arms. "Elizabeth what's wrong with her?"
"You killed
her Will…" Elizabeth then faded into the darkness. "I can't
forgive you…" A slight wind then picked up the pink blanket from
Will's arms and swept it away leaving nothing.
Will woke with a start, sweat poured down his body as he leaned up in bed. He glanced over and saw Elizabeth wasn't in bed with him, which racked his nerves. Will tossed the light sheet over him and walked down the hall and opened a door.
Elizabeth was rocking back and forth in the white rocker that he bought for her when Hannah was born six months ago. "Something wrong?" Will asked as he settled down next to Elizabeth.
"No, just her nighttime feeding." Elizabeth smiled. "Are you okay? You look pale…are you getting sick?"
"No, I'm just a little tired, that's all." Will looked at his daughter. She was sucking on the bottle that Elizabeth held for her. She was the smallest thing he had ever seen, with blondish hair and bright blue eyes, she was also the cutest thing he'd ever seen.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm going to head back to bed…" Will kissed the top of Elizabeth's head and well as Hannah's and walked out of the nursery.
Elizabeth sighed deeply as she glanced at her daughter. "Oh sweetie, what are we going to do about your daddy?" Elizabeth felt a fear grow in her stomach, Will was hiding something from her, something dark and painful, and he wasn't telling her a thing.
Since Hannah had been born she knew he had been having nightmares, and the worst of it was, that they were violent. Elizabeth had several bruises on her thighs from Will's thrashing, and she had to keep it concealed, because is he ever found out that he was the one that had hurt her, he would never forgive himself.
Will seemed distanced from his daughter, almost as if he were afraid to touch her, as if she were made of glass. In fact, in one hand Elizabeth could count the times Will has held her. Something was bothering him, and she needed to know what that was so she could fix it.
"Night baby…" Elizabeth cooed as she placed her daughter back in the crib. Elizabeth walked back to bed and saw Will was waiting up for her.
"Will, what's wrong?" Elizabeth asked as she placed her hands lovingly around his shoulders.
"Nothing, I'm just tired." Will sighed.
"Then sleep…"
"I can't."
"Will…"
"Elizabeth, don't worry about me." Will leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"I love you, that's why I worry."
"I know, but I'm fine really." Elizabeth watched him get under the covers. A woman's intuition was a powerful thing, especially when it came to the man she loved, and she knew something was wrong.
WEWEWEWEWEWE
"You're fussy this morning." Elizabeth laughed as she tried to put booties on a less then cooperative six month old. "I hope you get more cooperative by the time you hit thirteen. We sure will have a time together if you don't."
Hannah blew saliva bubbles and sucked on her hand. "You know that's cute even in its' own disgusting way." Elizabeth laughed as she finally managed to get the last bootie on. "Now, do you think you can behave long enough so mommy can get dressed?"
Elizabeth placed Hannah in a bassinet that was in her bedroom and started pulling her black suit on, quickly. It was seven o'clock in the morning, she'd been up for an hour already getting Hannah ready, and she was still running late. She had to be in Boston by eight-thirty, closing arguments were today, she was prepared, yet, nervous. It was her first case in almost two years, this was a slam dunk.
"Elizabeth I'm headed out now." Will was wearing his suit and tie, Detective William Turner of the BPD. Will turned down the job in Chatham, and was only on cases for the BPD if they needed his expertise, and now is when they needed him.
"Oh Will, could you feed Hannah? I'm not dressed, and I need to be in court in an hour and a half…"
"I can't Elizabeth."
Elizabeth looked up at him. "Okay, that's fine. I'll be home at around seven…" Elizabeth turned back to what she was doing. Elizabeth watched Will shrug his shoulders and leave.
