This just poured out of me! You can really see the difference between the first chapter and this chapter, description wise. I'm much more descriptive nowdays, able to form paragraphs easier. My writing has really gotten better. That makes me so happy! Anyways, enjoy!

Gone But Not Forgotten

Chapter Two: A Not So Happy Reunion

The dark figure of a man slipped quietly through the doors of the two-story home, squinting in the darkness as he tried to get his bearings. Three years was far too long to remember such intimate details as where the coffee table was currently situated. Banging his leg hard on the wood he groaned and bit down hard on his bottom lip to prevent a yell escaping his throat. He had to be as silent as possible as to not wake Elizabeth. He didn't wish to startle her any more than he probably would if she came trotting down the stairs this very instance and spotted him.

He felt his way through the lounge room and into the dining room, his searching hands preventing any further connections with furniture against his already bruised leg. He tried to remember which way the kitchen was, which was very hard considering he was in pitch darkness. Eventually finding the right path, he entered the kitchen and went searching for a cloth to dampen with water, to ease the pain of his bruises.

He didn't notice a figure slowly walking towards him, sword raised on guard to use if the intruder so much as stepped a toe out of line.

"Who goes there?" Elizabeth boomed, seeing the dark figure stiffen at her voice, "I have a sword, so much as move and I will strike you through so fast, you won't have time to see the face of your killer before you fall down dead."

Elizabeth had a son to protect, and she would be damned if she was going to let the fear currently gnawing at her insides overpower her.

Even though her words were harsh and threatening, they were music to William Turner's ears. He had craved to hear her voice for so long. He would lie awake at night and try to remember her sweet melody to help him drift off to sleep.

"It's me," he whispered, "Elizabeth…it's me."

He winced as he heard a crash. Elizabeth had dropped the sword in utter shock. He couldn't even see her face, but the crash suggested this wouldn't be a very happy reunion. He had been gone for three years. Three years too long by both his and her count.

Elizabeth immediately rushed to the drawer which she new concealed the candles. She fumbled for the matches in the dark, her shaking hands not helping the task at all. Eventually the candles were lit and she gasped at the sight before her.

There stood Will Turner in all his glory. But by god, he was different. She could hardly recognize his face. He had grown out his beard considerably, enough to weave a braid through for sure, even though there were none. His hair hung low, slightly past his shoulders. It was there that resided a braid. It was intricately detailed, weaved tightly through his hair, almost like a mark, a tattoo of some sorts.

Her piercing gaze moved to his clothing, quite noticeably, the clothing of a Pirate. She stared incredulously at the ripped shirt, faded to grey and smudged with dirt. It was tucked into a belt adorned with weapons, and she stared uneasily at the pistol and what appeared to be a cutlass. Her eyes kept traveling down, past his blackened trousers to his boots. They looked exactly like the pair Jack wore three years ago when he had sailed off with her husband.

As her eyes settled over his face again, she was drawn to the many scars littering his cheeks and neck. She winced as she stole a glance at a particularly nasty gash right in the middle of his chest, between his nipples, exposed from his open shirt.

As much as she wanted to run to him, gather him in her arms and kiss him like she longed to do every day since they parted, her instincts told her to refrain from doing so. There had to be a reason why he was here. There had to be some agenda, otherwise he wouldn't have returned. She knew him too well, and when he was enjoying something so much (for instance, crafting swords, like he used to do every day before he left) he wouldn't let anything get in the way of that. And since he enjoyed Pirating and sailing with Jack, she couldn't help but think why the hell he was back here, in her kitchen.

Gathering confidence, she took a step towards him. "Why are you here?" she asked almost coldly, tears begging to be released; but she would not let them.

"Elizabeth…I had to come back. I had to see you. How have you been?"

His question sent anger seething through her veins. How had she been? Was that all he had to say after three years of absence?

"Don't you dare, Will Turner, don't you dare!" she was desperately trying to keep her cool but she found she couldn't. He needed to be shouted at.

"You left me alone here, for three years, and all you have to say to me is how have you been? How do you think I've been, hmm?" she couldn't help but raise her voice slightly.

He looked down at his feet, his boots reminding him of his disgrace. "I'm sorry…" He whispered, barely audible over her infuriated breathing.

That was it; she snapped. Walking squarely up to him, she raised her hand and slapped him hard across his face, leaving a red mark.

"Don't you DARE say sorry to me, you bloody bastard!" She spat.

Will cupped his now burning cheek, hurt and torment and even anger washing over his usually calm and humble face.

"All I got was a note! Needed adventure, says you? Needed to find your place in the world? What about your place here, by my side, as my HUSBAND!" she shouted, "Or did you forget about the vows we shared at our wedding? Oh I remember it now, " She said bitterly, "Utter bull, you saying you'd always love and care for me, and be by my side through the good and bad times!"

"I never lied about that!" He finally found his voice, "I never lied to you Elizabeth! When I left, I left with a heavy heart! I was still in love with you, and I still am! I just needed to go out and see the world!"

"And now you're back! FOR WHAT?" she nearly slapped him again.

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" He raised his voice at her, something he'd never done in his entire life.

"There's nothing here for you, Will. When you left, you lost me! That's it!" Finally, the tears that had been prickling to be released came rolling down her cheeks.

"NO! It's not over!" He grabbed her shoulders almost roughly.

"LET GO OF ME!" She was immensely afraid he would use one of the weapons on her. Normally, she never had to worry about Will turning on her. He was always so compassionate and caring towards her, and she felt safe within his presence. But now, she was not sure at all.

"TELL ME YOU DON'T LOVE ME!" He was firm with her, shaking her shoulders slightly, "YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND YOU TELL ME YOU DON'T LOVE ME!"

She struggled, whimpering slightly as she sobbed, shaking involuntarily in his grasp. Compared to Will's stature she was obviously weaker, even though she hated to admit it.

"Tell me." He repeated, almost in a whisper.

Elizabeth was so sure a few minutes ago that she could easily look him in the eyes and tell him to get out of her life for good. But now, she found that she could not. Thoughts of all the sleepless nights she lay awake pining for him to return kept haunting her, as did all the pain and sorrow she harboured. And as she stared deep into Will's russet orbs, she felt all her anger and resentment slipping away.

Will shook his head and crushed his lips over hers, giving into months of torture. He longed to feel her lips against his every night aboard The Pearl. The calm they provided. The passion and love…the softness and tenderness of her kisses.

Elizabeth gave into months and months of yearning and wrapped her arms around his neck, crashing her body against his almost roughly. Her lips moved over his almost like a machine, desperate to feel more of the warmth his mouth provided.

Will's tongue pressed the opening of her mouth and she instantly parted her lips, granting him access eagerly. He slid his tongue in; groaning as he stroked her perfectly lined teeth before settling over her own tongue. Their tongues rubbed and caressed each other for minutes on end, making up for all the time lost to the wretched sea that caused so many problems.

Elizabeth's arms wrapped securely around his neck, holding him to her tightly, afraid to let go incase she lost him again. And she would be damned if she let that happen.

Elizabeth suddenly remembered something of high importance and she pulled away, touching her lips gently for a moment.

"Will…there's something I have to tell you…" she started, unsure of how to tell him about their son, currently sleeping contentedly upstairs.

Will's eyes were soft, looking her over properly for the first time since she lit the candle. "My god Elizabeth, you're even more beautiful than I remembered…" He was silenced with a finger to his lips.

"Please Will, this is important." Her eyes pleaded with him to listen and he nodded.

"Three years ago…you left me with a little going away present."

Confused, Will's brow furrowed. "What do you mean, darling?"

"The last night we spent together…the last night we made love…I found out a week later, Will."

His eyes widened at the realization that he fathered a child. "Elizabeth, you mean to say…I have a child?"

She nodded. "A son…Luke. He's two-and-a-half already."

"Oh my god…" Will paced the kitchen, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Oh my god…oh my god…"

"Stop saying oh my god, and listen to me," she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I want to see him. I need to see him!"

She shook her head, "I'm afraid I can't allow that. Not yet, at least. He's still very young Will; he does not understand that you have returned and that you're his father. He hasn't even met you before. He won't know who you are."

"You mean to tell me you're keeping me from seeing my own son?" He asked, incredibly hurt.

"No, Will," she shook her head, "I just need more time…we need more time. We have a lot of catching up to do. Maybe in a few days, when this has all blown over."

With that, she took his hand, a little cautiously even, and led him up to her bedroom. Their bedroom.

"By the way Will, I'm terribly sorry for slapping you."

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