London Calling

Author: williz

Summary: Modern Will/Elizabeth and definitely AU. Will and Elizabeth are lovers in London and this is the story of their lives. Plots will filter in and out of the story. It's mostly for destroying my writer's block.

Note: This story is dedicated to Mz-Turner. She is my soul sister and whenever I have writer's block, she gets the juices running. Thanks soul sister!!!!

Disclaimer: William Turner and Elizabeth Swann do not belong to me. Although, if you are Disney and want to reach me to negotiate...email me. I'm up for whatever you have to offer. Keira Knightley...if you want to give me a call, maybe we can shop, grab a coffee, cuss out Lindsay Lohan, what have you.


Elizabeth walked down the stairs of her apartment building and stopped in the lobby where the landlady stood, talking on her cell phone.

She almost stepped right by Molly and out into the street when Molly held up a finger for the younger woman to stop. Tilting her head, curious, Elizabeth Swann did so and leaned against the desk.

"I know you think it's impossible, damn it! Do I sound like I care? Jim! Get your ass in dear and visit Mum!" Molly barked into the phone. "You never go and it's high time you do, you prick!" With a wink, she handed a nearly exploding with laughter Elizabeth a small package about the size of a cell phone. Elizabeth grinned and thanked Molly, before starting outside.

She heard a beep behind her. "Elizabeth!"

Turning, Elizabeth looked to see Molly putting her cell phone back in her pocket. "Yeah, Mol?"

"Your man came by at seven-freaking-thirty this morning and gave me that to give to you," she said, pointing at the small box still clutched in Elizabeth's long, elegant fingers.

"My man? Now who's that, I wonder?" Elizabeth teased, tapping her chin and looking up at the ceiling in a thoughtful manner.

Molly laughed. "Ooo! Elizabeth, if I weren't so fond of you, I would totally tell Will!"

Elizabeth found herself grinning cheekily, before rolling her eyes and stepping outside. "Well, good thing you're such a wonderful person!" She called behind her, sarcastically, finally going out the door. She giggled when she heard a faint "Hey!" cut off when the door clicked shut.

Standing at the crosswalk, Elizabeth pulled her long, tan trench coat tighter to her body. She looked down at the small box in her hand and smiled lightly.

As she waited, she opened the box. A folded up piece of paper sat on top. She pulled it out, holding it loosely between her two fingers. A small, silver pin sat at the bottom of the box. It was heart-shaped and smooth. She pulled the pin out and turned it over in her hand, grinning widely when she saw that it said "I love you" on the front. Lovingly, she pouted her lips and pinned it to the lapel of her coat.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind and the note Elizabeth had yet to read flew from her fingers. She gasped and chased it down the sidewalk, but a booted foot stepped down on it.

Her neighbor, Danny, bent and picked the note up from beneath his foot.

"Danny!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide. He just grinned and handed her the note.

"Hello, Elizabeth. Where are you off to?" Danny asked, stepping closer. A piece of Elizabeth's hair that was half pulled back fluttered gracefully in front of her warm eyes in the breeze. He wanted so terribly to push it back behind her ear for her.

"To see Will at work," she said, tucking the hair behind her ear herself.

Not quite what he had in mind.

"Ah, your boyfriend," he said, clenching his jaw and setting a hand on his pocket. "Well, I'm just retuning home from a party…"

"Oh Danny boy!" They both heard behind him. They looked to see a pretty young woman with blonde hair and green eyes, a little shorter than Elizabeth, coming up with a hearty grin.

"Amelia!" Danny said, turning back to Elizabeth, feeling the blonde tuck her arm in his. "Elizabeth, this is Amelia, my girlfriend. Amelia, Elizabeth is my neighbor."

If he expected any sort of negative or jealous reaction from Elizabeth, he was sorely disappointed, for her face lit up happily.

"How wonderful!" She said, grinning widely. She reached out to shake Amelia's hand warmly as another strand of hair fluttered in her eyes.

Even with the weight of a beautiful young woman he called his girlfriend pressed against his side, Danny could barely suppress his preference of having the young woman in front of him at his side instead of Amelia.

And he felt only minute guilt.

"Well, I should go. It was wonderful seeing you again, Danny, and I'm glad to meet you, Amelia." Elizabeth tucked the note from Will in her pocket as she began to back away from the couple.

"Likewise," Amelia said, waving.

"Elizabeth, maybe we should do something together sometime soon?" Danny asked, stepping forward.

The young woman still felt strange, out-of-place vibes coming from her neighbor, so she feigned a friendly smile and nodded.

"Yes, Will and I could double date with you and Amelia. That will be fun! Talk to you later!" Elizabeth finished, unfortunately not missing the disappointment in the handsome young man's eyes. Was it possible Danny still held hope for her? Elizabeth wondered.

She doubted the subsequent chill wasn't entirely from the cold London morning as she winced, crossing the street. She finally stopped to lean against a light pole and pulled the note that was folded in a petite square from her pocket.

Unfolding it, she smiled dreamily as she recognized the artful curve of her Will's handwriting when he wrote her name:

Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth…

You are beautiful,

Electrifying,

Exciting,

Beguiling…yadda yadda, etc...

So wear this pin whenever you forget how

perfect you are.

And be reminded that a perfect man

(he needs no mentioning, hopefully!)

loves you so much that he has probably

smashed his fingers with his hammer

a few more times today than is healthy,

harboring beautiful thoughts of you.

He told me. And now I'm completely jealous,

because I have finger injuries as well,

damn it, and you belong to ME!

Despite your philandering, you gorgeous devil,

I still love you. And await you with strong,

awesome, sexy, open arms.

Wear the pin.

I love you!

Love, Mr. Perfect (ala your William)

Elizabeth pressed the note to her chest and leaned her head back against the pole, her brown eyes shut in ecstasy as she laughed.

Folding the note back, she bit her lip and quickened her walk to a brisk pace. She turned onto the street in which Will's smithy was.

As she stepped inside, the small bell on the door jingled. She saw Will speaking to an elderly man. He was so involved in the conversation that he didn't even turn to look at his new customer.

"I actually would suggest mounting something with a longer blade, Sir. See, this blade here has the perfect curve, filigree laid into the handle. Nothing says 'I'm important' like gold filigree, Sir."

The older man chuckled. "You might have a point there. See, Charles across the street has a 17th century cutlass mounted on his wall and he thinks he's got everything," he grumbled.

'Men,' Elizabeth thought, rolling her eyes as she walked a little more into the shop.

"Well, Sir, I don't personally like the look of a mounted cutlass. It reminds me of an old, dirty pirate with missing teeth, you know?" The young blacksmith received another chuckle.

"And what does a blade remind you of?" The elderly man asked Will, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Oh, Sir, many things! I, for one, imagine a lieutenant of the British navy sitting high on his noble steed, his hand on the ornate hilt of his blade." Will set his hand to his hip and narrowed his eyes proudly as he copied the stance. "And while the cutlass represents the ugly, mean pirate, the blade could be used by the dashing, brave, young lad, rescuing his lovely lady."

Will's eyes flitted to the side as he saw something move. He immediately met his love's gaze and grinned widely. She blew him a kiss before he turned his attention back to the customer, who stared at the blade on the wall.

"What should I do, young man? I am at a loss." Helplessly, he shrugged his shoulders.

"You wanna know what'll really knock your friend on his behind, Sir?"

"Do I ever!" The man replied, leaning closer to Will in wonderment.

"Two blades, identical in size, shape, everything, mounted on a rich, mahogany wood, crossed, and then you mount that on your wall right above your fireplace. Voila! It'll be amazing!" He said it so easily, that Elizabeth was almost ready to buy the damn blades. Of course, she stopped herself.

"Hm, that does sound good. My only worry is that Charles' cutlass is supposed to actually be made in the 17th century. You, young man, made these recently, am I correct?"

Will suddenly had a twinkle in his eye as he grinned. Elizabeth bit her lip. 'Uh oh.'

"Supposedly, Sir. He have any way to prove that?"

"Well…er…no, he doesn't, but…"

"Sir, let me assure you. These two blades are identical down to the very last detail. And I immerse myself in research for every period project I have. These blades are closer to 17th century blacksmithing than 17th century blacksmithing!"

Elizabeth smiled at Will. 'Oh, he's bloody good.'

"My wife is going to have my head if she doesn't see these before I buy them…"

"And my own head as well…for being an accomplice," Will joked. The elderly man laughed.

"Yes, indeed!" After a pause, he turned to Will. "Would it be alright for me to come back tomorrow with the Missus, Mr. Turner?"

"Of course! They've got your name on them!"

"Well, thank you, young man. See you tomorrow!" As the elder man walked out of the door, Will heard a shuffle behind him.

"Excuse me, Sir." He turned to look at his beautiful Elizabeth, smiling innocently.

"Yes, miss?"

"I'm trying to find some sort of weapon that will assure my boyfriend does everything I want him to," Elizabeth said, grinning as she stepped closer.

"Uh, nope. Can't help you there." Will shook his head.

She gasped. "Terrible customer service! Where's your manager, Sir?"

"I am the manager, lady. And if you don't behave, I'll throw you out of my smith." He grinned even as he said it.

He reached forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her gently closer and hugging her. Elizabeth melted into him and sighed, wrapping her own arms around his torso. She felt his lips kiss her temple before he pulled back.

"Hello, beautiful.'

"Hello, Mr. Perfect," she giggled, a meaningful sparkle in her eyes.

"Hey! Did Molly give you the…" He stopped when Elizabeth tapped the pin on her coat lapel. "You like it?" He asked softly.

"How could I not?" She asked, reaching up and setting one of her soft hands against his warm cheek. She leaned up on her tip toes to kiss his lips softly. "Thank you," she breathed.

"Welcome." Will looked around. "Say, I dunno how professional it would look if a customer walked in here and saw the blacksmith smooching his girl."

"Who cares?"

"I do, Missy! C'mon, it's slow today. Let's go to the back, eh?"

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow coyly. "Sir, I am blasphemed. I ask you for a blade and you reply by inviting me to the back of your smithy? Shame!"

Will's grin seemed very cheeky, indeed. "You're my woman! What do you expect?"

She sighed, then threw her head back dramatically. "Oh, alright then! Take me away, thou noble steed!"

Will led her to the back, then stopped. "Steed? Woman, I am not a horse!"

"What? Horse?"

"Steed is a horse, hello Liz!"

"Oh, cheers then. But my statement stands." She put her hands on her hips and raised her head proudly.

"Liz, I'm not a horse!"

"You sure ride like one. Ohhh! Hahaha!"

"Cheeky!"

Will pounced at Elizabeth, but his fingers just barely missed her as she squealed and ran. He chased her, before she put the anvil between them.

"You better run, poppet. Arrrgh!" He reached over the anvil and grabbed her coat, succeeding only in pulling it from her. "Damnit!" She only laughed at him as he kept missing her. "You minx! Vixen!"

"Eeep!" She exclaimed with a laugh as she tried to run around the sword rack and she felt his fingers tightly close on her wrist.

He finally succeeded in pinning her against the wall with his body, pressing her wrists against the stone behind her.

"No!" She yelped, laughing hysterically as she felt his lips nuzzle against her neck. She squirmed in vain as he growled, nipping lightly at her skin.

Her squealing stopped as he began to work his lips up to her jaw. She bit her lip and let out a strong breath of air as his lips dragged to just beside her pouted mouth.

Will pulled back and looked in her eyes with a smile. She matched his smile and clenched her fists. Her lover let go of her wrists and rounded her slender waist with his arms, feeling her own arms slide around his shoulders.

He leaned forward and kissed her slowly, feeling her tongue brush against his lips. He opened his mouth and pulled her closer, hearing her light giggle.

The bell of the front door rang and they heard footsteps coming through the shop. Will pulled his lips from Elizabeth's and turned his head. "I'll be right with you!"

Elizabeth pulled him back to her and kissed him again, lightly giggling. "Elizabeth, I—ow!" She had bitten his bottom lip as he tried to move away.

They heard someone clear their throat in the front and Will wrestled himself from his girl to go to the front.

The blacksmith appeared in the doorway ruffled, red-faced, and sucking on his bottom lip.

"Inspector! Hello, sir!"

Elizabeth covered her mouth to retain the explosive laugh that threatened to erupt. Will looked so embarrassed, she almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

As Will stepped into the front room, Inspector Thomas Banks grinned smugly at him. "Good afternoon, William."

Elizabeth stepped into the doorway and had the same smug grin on her pouted lips. She wanted to make sure the inspector knew what he had interrupted, without saying a word.

"Miss Swann! Why hello, I didn't know you were back there!" Banks said with a grin. All three of them knew this was a complete lie, but no one mentioned it.

"Hey, Banks!" Elizabeth grinned, stepping up to Will and holding his hand. "What did he do this time, Inspector?" She turned to her boyfriend. "Will, did you open up shop on a Sunday again?"

Will rolled his eyes and looked to the laughing policeman.

Inspector Thomas Banks was over six feet tall with broad shoulders and a strong, hard face. He was no nonsense and stronger than five men, but whenever he stepped into Will's blacksmith shop, he had a wide grin and a ready laugh.

"What can I do for ya, Tom?"

"New recruit needs a badge, mate."

"Alright then. The regular kind?"

Banks responded only with a shake of his head. "Unfortunately, no. Chancellor's son just made damn lieutenant, so God help us all," he said with a laugh.

"Chancellor's son?" Elizabeth asked. "What makes him so special that he gets a different badge than the other lieutenants? He's not that great," she said, rolling her eyes. Will turned to her with his brow furrowed, his mouth opening to question her, but Banks interrupted.

"Chancellor's son. I value my job, lassie. And if Jeremy Bernard wants a couple swirlies on his bleedin' badge, I give him the swirlies." Banks shrugged and started walking out.

"You know what to do, mate." He tipped his hat. "Will…Miss Swann."

With a grin, Inspector Banks walked out of the smithy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Inspector Thomas Banks has left the building," Elizabeth proclaimed, laughing.

Will's mouth still hung open and his finger was still poised in the air, as if he was frozen. With a loving giggle, Elizabeth leant up to kiss his nose, while one hand gently pushed his finger down and the other shut his mouth.

She turned to go to the back, but found a strong hand pulled her back by the wrist. "Oof, darling!" She said as she slammed into his front. "What's wrong?"

"You know the Chancellor's son? You know Jeremy Bernard?"

She only nodded. "We have a bit of a history…"

"Oh God," Will groaned, throwing his hands up and walking passed her to the back. "You gotta be kidding me!"

Elizabeth followed him. "Will, don't be difficult. I'm not talking history like you and me history. I mean I met him, knew him, like."

"Care to explain?"

"Sure. See, in Port Royal my father entertained a shit load of these English important bastards. The Queen, the Princes, Princesses, Prime Ministers…the bloody Chancellor and his family, including Jeremy." She shrugged. "They were boring really."

Will scoffed.

"No, really! They were! I remember the Chancellor visited a few months before I moved here. Brought his son with him, his wife." Elizabeth sat on the desk beside where Will stood.

"And?"

"And Daddy took them into our home."

"It's big enough," Will mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

She shot him a suspicious look, but continued anyways.

"Well, I think Jerry was probably…hmm, 24 at the time?"

"Jerry…?"

Elizabeth ignored him. "He fancied me even though I thought he was the most annoying, rude arse face I had ever met. But Daddy wanted me to be nice. So I was."

Will looked at her sideways. "Give me your definition of 'nice' in the context you just used, will you?"

Elizabeth reached up and tenderly turned Will's head to look at her. "He never touched me, love. I told you that you were my first, didn't I?"

He smiled and nodded. She grinned back at him.

"There. I wouldn't have touched him to slap him." She shuttered. "But he was awfully fond of me. I might have let him go a bit, and maybe…just maybe…he, erm, you know…"

She bit her lip as Will raised an eyebrow. "No, I don't know. Enlighten me."

"Well, thought I reciprocated something."

Will just shut his eyes, turned around, and dropped his forehead against the wall with a loud thump. "Elizabeth…" He groaned.

She winced. "Sorry," she said, sheepishly.

"I have three fucking guys to compete with, Elizabeth! My God! And out of the four of us, I'm the least damn qualified!"

Elizabeth moved from the desk and stepped in front of him. "That's a lie!"

"Seriously, three guys, Elizabeth!"

"Hey, in my defense, this Jerry thing was before I met you and I didn't realized the whole Danny thing at the time!"

Will rolled his eyes. "Alright, one then!"

"And the Chris thing…" she started.

"The Chris thing nearly broke us apart," Will finished, his eyes soft. Elizabeth wanted to tell him it wasn't as if she had been unfaithful in any way, shape or form, but he kept talking. "Do you understand why I get worried? Self-conscious?"

She shook her head. "No. You're a wonderful guy, Will."

"That's hard for me to believe when I've got stock brokers, businessmen, and the bloody Chancellor's son as competition," he chuckled bitterly.

"Competition?!" She asked, backing up. "I'm not some trophy, William Turner. I'm a woman and I make my own choices. It's been two years since I made my love known to you, and if my choice isn't evident to you now, Will, you're a bloody moron." Her eyes blazed into his.

He stepped forward and hugged her. "Sorry."

"It's ok," she breathed. "Just promise me you'll stop all this stupid talk, yeh?"

"K, I promise, my love." He pulled back and looked into her eyes. She smiled at him and nuzzled his nose with her own.

"Give us a kiss," she whispered, teasingly, and was rather surprised when he leaned forward and captured her mouth in a kiss.

Smiling against his lips, she pulled him closer. He separated their mouths for a moment and had a dumbstruck look.

"What?" She breathed. His lips curved into a smile.

"Why are you so…wonderful?"

"I've gotta keep up with you, Mr. Perfect."

They both grinned at each other and Will took his lover's hand in his. "I think I'm closing up for the day. It's been slow anyways." He began unrolling his white shirt sleeves.

"You can do that?" Elizabeth asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

"Hell yes! I don't work for anybody!" He winked at her, then went to the front door, locked it, and flipped the closed sign facing the street. "Probably shouldn't be doing this," he said, turning to see his girl watching him, leaning over the counter.

"Why not?"

"Ah, I need some more business. I'm losing my touch I think." He pushed his grubby hand through his dark hair and sighed.

"You're not losing anything," Elizabeth said, coming around the counter and leaning against a stand with swords on it.

"This whole blacksmithing phase is fading, I fear."

"Phase? Will, it isn't a phase! You're so talented. What you do…honestly, Will. There's nothing more beautiful." Her eyes shone in such sincerity that Will could do nothing but divert his own eyes.

"Nah, it's just my living."

"Don't lie to me. I know you better than anyone else could ever know, Will Turner." She walked up to him and rounded his waist with her arms. "You always look so happy when I see you pounding away on some piece of metal or other."

"Do I?"

"Yes. As far as I can tell, you'll be doing this for a long time, my love. You were built for it."

"Then what will become of me when this place closes down?" He asked, looking up at the swords around him, the numerous works of art.

"Don't talk like that," Elizabeth scolded softly. "You aren't closing down. No one can do this with so much skill and passion as you. You're an inspiration, my love. My father even said so."

A small smile of awe snuck onto Will's handsome features. "No way…"

"Way! He really likes you, Will." She kissed him softly, sidling up to his front. "You know…I really like you too."

"Do you, really?" Will asked, kissing her nose.

"Oh so much."

"I love you, Elizabeth Swann. I would do anything for you. Anything." Elizabeth kissed him languidly, leaning her full weight into him and letting him just hold her to him.

She opened her eyes slowly. "Would you…treat me to a romantic night out tonight?"

"You're on," he chuckled.

A few minutes later, they walked hand in hand back to Elizabeth's apartment. They were quite a couple to be seen walking down the sidewalk. Eyes followed them as they strode by.

The tall, dark, handsome young man, well dressed and grinning, holding the hand of the absolutely beguiling and beautiful young woman. Both every so often met gazes, love brimming in their eyes. It was a sight to see, their true love.

As they ducked into Elizabeth's apartment, Will looked down at his disheveled appearance and blushed.

"I'm going to hop in your shower right now. I'm a mess; how do you live with me?" Will asked, looking up at Elizabeth as she hung her coat in the hall closet.

She giggled, shut the closet door, and turned to lean back against it. "I don't live with you, but I can't say it seems such a difficult thing to imagine."

"Bah, you're biased," Will teased as he pulled some of his extra clothes from Elizabeth's bedroom closet.

She followed him. "How so?"

"You love me!" He answered, as if it was a well known fact. To anyone who knew Elizabeth Swann, it was.

"I do," she said, kissing him softly. "Go shower. You really are a mess."

"Aw, you noticed!" Will pulled her in for a big kiss, rubbing himself all over her shirt and face.

"William!!" She screeched, trying to smack him as he disappeared into her bathroom. "Oh!" She growled, smiling despite herself.

Elizabeth walked to her vanity and wiped the smudge on her cheek, rolling her eyes. How was it that Will could look so completely sexy with dirt on his face, when she just looked…dirty.

About twenty minutes later, as she stood looking out of her window at the sudden pouring rain, she felt strong hands wrap around her waist. She turned her head as Will's lips touched her cheek lovingly.

"Rain?" Will asked.

She only pouted back at him. "Mhm; there goes that romantic night we planned."

"Who says?" He asked. Elizabeth felt his bare muscles against her back and she looked to see her boyfriend in nothing but a towel. She blushed gracefully and looked away.

"Darling, put some clothes on. You'll scare whoever is out there looking up here." Will tilted his head, then looked out the window.

"Who in their right mind would be out there right now, and even if they were, what kind of person wants to see this?" He asked, motioning to himself.

She only scoffed. "Only every single living, red-blooded woman, and probably some men…if they're into that sort of thing."

She heard the curtains flutter shut as Will pulled on them. "Ahem, that's enough of that. I'm putting clothes on."

He started out of the room, but stopped, turning back to her. "Oh, and get ready to go out."

"Uh, Will…it's pouring…remember?"

"Yep! Just get ready and trust me, yeh?"

"Ok." With a shrug, she went back to the closet and pulled her coat from the hanger and shrugged it on. As she buttoned it and wrapped a tan scarf around her neck, Will came back out, fully dressed.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yep! Where we going?"

He ignored her and opened her front door. "C'mon, I parked my car in your garage this morning when I dropped your present off."

"Oh, my guy isn't just brawn, but brains too!" Elizabeth teased, picking up her purse as Will opened the door for her.

"Hey, hey! I've got lots of surprises up my sleeves, so don't tease, eh?" He took her hand and continued down the hallway to the elevator.

As the door shut, Will pressed the garage floor button and began kissing Elizabeth. As they pulled away, Elizabeth bit her lip. "Our romantic night in the elevator?"

"No, Liz. It's just starting." The door opened and he pulled his excited girlfriend behind him until he found his car. He opened her door for her, then helped her in.

They pulled out of the garage and at once a torrent of rain pelted down against his dark blue car. He reached up and put a CD in, then turned the heater on.

"I bught you this CD!" Elizabeth sung, turning it up. "Timeless…Sergio Mendes. You like it?"

"I'm in love with it."

"Good."

They drove with the mellow rhythm of Sergio Mendes' piano beat and soft merging of the drums. It was a comfortable atmosphere with the pattering of the rain against the car, the warmth of the interior, the easy music.

Elizabeth reached over and took Will's hand from where it rested against his leg. She squeezed his hand and turned her head to stare at him as he smiled, watching the road ahead of him.

Finally, the car stopped in a parking space in front of the Black Pearl. Elizabeth raised her eyebrow. "Will…"

"Keep the trust, baby…" He bundled himself up tighter and leaned over to kiss her lips quickly. "Stay here; I'll be right back."

Will got out of the car and ran into the restaurant, pulling his collar up further on his neck. Elizabeth smiled amusedly as she watched him hop over puddles until he disappeared.

"Will'um!" Jack laughed, coming up to the young man. "Where's Lizzy?"

"In the car. Can I get two hot number fives to go, Jack? And make it fucking snappy, mate. I don't want any of this slow shit," Will said, winking. A woman nearby covered her child's ears and gave Will a stern look. Will cleared his throat as Jack leaned down to the woman.

"Sorry, Ma'am….he's got the tourrettes…"

Will shot Jack an 'I'm not amused' look.

Jack stood up to look at himself. "Ey, get it yerself'n!" Jack said, pulling Will's beanie down over his eyes. "An' they's always 'ot!"

Jack came out with them five minutes later. "Ter bad yeh already called them in," Jack grumbled, ignoring Will's laughter. "I wanted ter make yeh wait, ter."

Will took the food. "Thanks, Jack!" He ran towards the door.

"Ey! Pay for tha', yeh whelp!" Jack yelled.

"Put it on my tab!" Will called out. Anamaria came to stand next to Jack. "Got it, already! Have fun, mate!"

Jack turned to glare at Ana Maria. "W—Wha—Why yeh goin' over meh 'ead?! Stop it!" He yelled, then grumbled repeatedly about his restaurant and the whelp thinking he's special and all that.

Ana rolled her eyes and walked away.

Will pulled himself into the car and reached behind him to set the food on the backseat. "You like the number five, yeh?"

"Mm, extra cheese?"

"Yup!"

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You treat me so well, Will Turner. Now where are we going?" She asked.

"Disneyland," Will answered.

"What?!"

He laughed as she smacked his arm.

Twenty minutes later, Will stopped his car and undid his seatbelt. He turned to Elizabeth and saw that she had a drowsy spell from the weather and dozed off. With an adoring smile, he kissed her forehead. She whimpered softly and opened her eyes with a soft smile.

"Good morning, Starshine. The earth says hello," Will whispered, pushing the soft hair away from her face.

Elizabeth giggled, then sat up straighter, looking outside of her window. "Where exactly have you taken me?"

"It's what I like to call the 'triple L'…" He paused for dramatic effect. "Lover's Lane of London."

"We're at Lover's Lane?"

"..of London," Will corrected. "Not that you can really tell, but this is it," he said with a grin. "Now is your man romantic or what?"

"Oh, he so is!" She kissed him softly, then smiled coyly. "Now what are we supposed to do in this…triple L of yours?"

The beautiful young woman rolled her eyes as her boyfriend thrust the bag of food in between them. "Ta da! We eat!"

After the distribution of meals, Will turned to look at the backseat thoughtfully. "Hey, Liz…?"

"Hm?" She licked her fingers as she looked up at Will.

"Wanna eat in the backseat?"

"I'm fine…" she started, but then she looked to see Will, lamely sitting with his food smashed between him and the protruding steering wheel. "Oh."

"Yeah, sort of snug."

She lifted her good and set it in the backseat, then climbed over the seats precariously, plopping into the other seat. Will handed her his own food back to Elizabeth, then followed her over.

Unfortunately, his pant leg became tangled in the driver stick and he lost his footing, flopping face first into the seat.

Elizabeth gasped, then bit her lip, trying to push the laughter back. Will just glowered up at her. "Do you want to help me, love? Or are you just going to sit there laughing?" He asked in a monotone, pointing at his leg that was still attached to the stick.

"Sorry!" She laughed, reaching over him and grabbing his pant leg. What she didn't realize was that her other hand automatically moved to rest on his behind for leverage as she untangled his pants. "See, Darling…this is why we don't wear pants with holes. As fashionable as you like to be…"

"There's a hole in my pants?" Will asked, trying not to concentrate on the placement of Elizabeth's hand. She laughed.

"There. Now come back here and sit down properly."

He followed orders and they immediately proceeded to eat. About fifteen minutes later, the boxes of food were stacked in the front seat and the lovers laid on the back seat, tangled in each other's arms, listening to the rain hitting the roof of the car.

"Rain sounds beautiful…" Elizabeth breathed, dreamily.

"Sometimes. When you're walking in it, not as much." Will pulled her tighter. "But right now, here with you, I can definitely say it is beautiful."

Elizabeth's gaze softened before she softly pressed her lips against his. She felt his warm hand rest upon her cheek as the kiss deepened. He rolled over so that she was pinned beneath him. They had already stripped themselves of their hats, their scarves and their jackets, so they only had sweaters and pants on. Elizabeth's boots lie beneath them on the floor next to Will's.

The young man's hand moved under the warm fabric of Elizabeth's sweater and pushed up her stomach to just beneath the hem of her bra. Likewise, he felt Elizabeth pull his sweater up. He lifted his arms so that she could tug it off of him, leaving him only in a plain, cotton, white t-shirt.

A few minutes later, Elizabeth was wearing her bra and trousers pinned beneath her boyfriend who wore nothing but his own trousers. Will's mouth moved up her stomach, his facial hair scratching at her skin, causing her to squeal and giggle. "Will, stop!" She cried, laughing.

He looked up at her with a mischievous grin and continued his torture, before moving his lips up to her neck. He rounded her body with his strong arms and kissed her mouth with passion unknown to many, his fingers latching onto the clasp of her bra.

Knock, knock, knock!

A flashlight was shined through the steamy window into Will's eyes. "OH SHIT!"

Elizabeth pushed him off of her on impulse and clasped her bra again, pulling her sweater to her front as Will pulled his undershirt on backwards, the tag sticking out at his neck. He unrolled the window to see an officer in a windbreak with an umbrella and a windbreaker over his uniform.

"Good afternoon, sir…is there a problem?" Will asked innocently. Elizabeth moved up beside him and both she and the officer gasped.

"Elizabeth!"

"Jeremy!"

Elizabeth turned to Will. "Will!"

"What?!" He cried, his eyes wide.

"Y…Your shirt," she whispered. He looked down and noticed the tag at his front.

"Oh…whatever. W—Jer…who is this? Uh…" He was totally confused.

"Erm…Mr. Bernard, how nice to see you…again…"

"Yes, uh…nice to see you…ahem…too…you—erm, we…"

Elizabeth nodded. "Yes."

There was an awkward silence.

"Um…Jeremy, this is my boyfriend, Will! Will, my old friend Jerry." She smiled at her boyfriend. Jerry shot her an 'Old friend? What?' look.

"Nice to meet you…" Will said, wanting so terribly to laugh really hard at the whole situation.

"Erm…yes….likewise…"

There was another silence, completely awkward again.

"So, uh…what seems to be the problem, officer—er, uh…what's your name?"

"Jeremy…" Elizabeth said, shooting a look at Will. She held her sweater tighter to her front, aware of her near nakedness beneath it. She felt completely overheated now.

The young man outside of the car cleared his throat. "Seems there's going to be a mudslide. This rain's getting harder, so I suggest you both go home…"

"We definitely will. Thank you, Jeremy."

"Yes, uh…."

"It was nice meeting you," Will said, not noticing that his belt was unbuckled and his zipper and button undone.

"Nice meeting you too."

To avoid anymore problems, the young officer turned and quickly walked back to his car. Will shut the window before more water got in, then started laughing uproariously.

"Shut up!" Elizabeth barked, folding her arms over her chest. "That was completely embarrassing."

"And hilarious!!!" Will said through his laughter.

"It wasn't!"

"So was!!!"

"Oh, God, I'm mortified." She pushed her face into her hands, dropping the sweater.

"You know what makes this even funnier?"

"What?" She groaned.

"I'm the one making his police badge."


(A/N:) I know. I'm a terrible person. I said I'd post awhile ago and here I am a billion years later. Seriously, I think I found a wrinkle on my face since I last posted. But I hope this made up for it. OH and just so you know, I added a bit of Keira's personality to Elizabeth, as well as a bit of my own this time. And I'm a bit in Will as well. The cussing parts especially. HAHA!

But yes...hope you all enjoyed it!

Thanks for the reviews! Any requests, send them on to me!!! R & R & R!!!

-williz