When Will came home to find Jack waiting up for him at three in the morning on Saturday, he knew it couldn't be anything good. His suspicions were confirmed when the pirate captain told him that a teen magazine had called to confirm that Danny McCree had a photo shoot and interview for Saturday morning at noon. The thought of throttleing Jack briefly crossed his mind, but he then made himself remember that he had been a part of this get quick scheme as well too, wanting to earn money to pay off his college debts and get a new car. After Jack had finished relaying the news, he silently passed him and headed up the stairs. Dragging himself into his room, he fell forward on the bed and was asleep almost instantly.
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"You got home pretty late last night." Elizabeth teased Norrington as she sat the pitcher of orange juice on the table. He raised an eyebrow at her, helping himself to the pan of scrambled eggs.
"I had a study group." He told her with a shrug.
"On a Friday night?" She smiled at him. "I think you mean it was a study date, although less emphasis on the studying and more on date." His cheeks had were slightly tinged with pink and she knew she had hit the target dead on. Anamaria sat down beside him, pulling a plate to her.
"Well, it's nice to know you're making friends so easily." She told him. She glanced around at all the food. "Do we usually have this much for breakfast?" She muttered and glanced up at Gibbs, who was at the stove.
"Same as I always make." He explained to her as he sat the plate of bacon down. "William isn't up yet. He usually beats you all to it." He set the pan into the sink and filled it with water and suds before sitting down at the table.
"You know, Gibbs, you have to be one of the best cooks ever." Ana said as she dug into her eggs. "I actually look forward to Saturday morning breakfasts because the food is actually edible."
"Hey!" Jack protested. "I can cook too." He said as he headed past the doorway in nothing but his boxers and a pair of sandals, heading out to get the paper. Norrington paused with the eggs halfway to his lips and looked at those gathered around the table in shock.
"Can he go outside dressed like that?" He asked. Ana waved a hand and took a sip of her orange juice.
"He has no shame, it's alright. Besides, he's been worse outside."
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Jack walked out across the lawn and came to a stop, finding the paper wasn't there yet. He wanted the paper, however, because it kept him from getting bored while he was eating. The other alternative involved eggs stuck to the cupboards and ceiling. He idly scratched the underside of his chin and was about to go sit on the porch when he noticed Heather next door washing her car. Ever the friendly pirate, he thought it would be nice of him to greet her.
"Good morning!" He called out to her. Heather glanced up from where she was scrubbing the bumper and smiled.
"Morning Jack." She called, getting to her feet. "How are you today?"
"I'd be better if the paper was here." He told her, coming over and leaning against her car. "Is it just me or is the paper boy getting later and later?"
"He's getting later." She assured him. "Oh, and I have something that belongs to you." She went over to the bucket and came back, holding the male doll by one leg. "I think he's part of your crew."
Jack took Barbossa by the same leg, holding him up. "Let me guess, buried in the backyard?" He asked. Heather nodded.
"Backyard." She confirmed. "Along with a stethoscope and Mr. Gibbs' driver's license." She held the two objects out to him as well. "And if I tried, probably a few other things would probably be found out there." She shook her head. "I'm hoping this is a phase that all puppies grow out of."
Jack was about to respond when he heard the whir of tires as the paper boy came pedaling down the street. The boy reached into his satchel and pulled out a paper, tossing it at the two. Jack easily caught it and presented it to Heather.
"There you go. I'll let you get back to washing the car." He said as he headed back over to his own lawn and snatching up their paper. He headed back inside, slumping down into the seat between Bill, who seemed to be having a hangover or was very sick, and Norrington, who suddenly looked very uncomfortable.
"Mr Sparrow, would it be too much to ask for you to eat in something other than just your underwear?" He asked, scooting a few inches away from Jack. Jack glanced over at him as he opened the paper.
"I could eat in the buff." He responded and glanced back to the paper, missing Norrington's shudder. Ana's eyebrow raised again, a smile on her face. Elizabeth was covering her mouth, trying not to laugh. It took Bill a few minutes to get it through his malfunctioning mind.
"I ask you not to, for the sake of every male at this table." He muttered and bit into his bagel. Jack's only response was to turn the page.
"You don't look so well." Gibbs told him. Bill glanced over at him through bloodshot eyes and curled up around his plate again, picking at the bagel.
"I'm fine." He muttered. "I just forgot what it was like to outdrink someone three times my size." Elizabeth was already on her feet, grabbing the aspirin bottle and a glass of water and setting them in front of him. He picked up the bottle and frowned at it.
"Trust me, they're a gift." Gibbs told him. "Cures almost whatever ails you." Bill grunted and tried to pull the top off, unfamiliar with child proof locks. Norrington watched him with the intent of finding out how the tricky little bottle opened so he could do it right the first time and not make himself out to be an idiot, as Bill was doing now.
Suddenly Ana choked on her orange juice, making Jack glance over the edge of the paper. Will, dressed as his alter ego, was motioning for someone to distract his father and Norrington, as the window provided a great view of the lawn he needed to sneak across to get to the driveway. Jack put the paper down, getting to his feet.
"I...uh...had a strange dream last night." He announced, catching the attention of everyone at the table. "I dreamed that we were back on the Pearl and there were clown monkeys. It was really terrifying."
"Thank you for sharing." Bill muttered dryly, fed up with the bottle. He suddenly heaved it across the room. The bottle flew out the doorway and hit the wall opposite from Will. It burst open and pills tumbled over the hallway rug. "That did it!" He said triumphantly, getting to his feet and heading towards the doorway.
"No!" Ana and Elizabeth both shouted, getting to their feet.
"I mean, we'll get it for you Bill." Ana told him quickly and got to her feet.
"I can do it." He told her, but Ana grasped his arm.
"It's fine, really." She told him, her tone making it clear she wanted no argument, but Bill wouldn't back down either.
"I can get my own damn pills." He told her, dragging her towards the doorway. Ana did the only thing she could think of and jumped on his back, arms around his neck.
"Hey!" He protested, arms flailing as he lost his balance. Losing his balance, he fell face first onto the carpet, Ana landing on his back. Taking advantage of the chaos, Will hopped over him. Norrington paused, catching sight of him, pointing but not being able to say anything for a moment. Ana quickly got off Bill and tried to escape. Bill tried to grab her ankle, thinking she was going to beat him to the aspirin, but only succeded in grabbing Will's ankle. Will toppled forward onto the ground with a grunt.
"Now look here, I can..." Bill paused. "You are not Anamaria." He pushed himself up to his knees. "You're that singer guy." His eyes narrowed. "Wait a second..." He growled, grasping Will's ankle in both hands and pulling him forwards. "What the hell is going on here?"
Ana opened her mouth to reply, but Elizabeth beat her to it. "Danny's a friend of ours." She said witha nervous smiled. "Loves Gibbs' cooking, but we like to keep it hush hush so fans don't flood the place."
Bill glanced between them before pointing. "Will." He said. "I raised him for a few years. My fathering skills aren't that bad."
"Danny." Elizabeth protested. Jack sprawled on the stairs, chewing an apple and enjoying the scene.
"Both?" Will squeaked. Bill glanced over at him, eyes narrowed slightly.
"You've got some explaining to do."
Norrington was still trying to comprehend. He finally looked over at Elizabeth. "So you never..."
"I've been with Will all this time." She told him. "Both personalities."
"Oh." He still looked slightly confused. Elizabeth pat him on the shoulder.
"Sorry, we didn't mean to break your brain." She told him.
Jack chuckled, still observing the scene. "Just another Saturday morning in the pirate household."