Norrington fell to the ground unconcious, Groves ran to him, forgetting about his brusied forehead. He turned him onto his back and began to pat his face in order to revive him, both Emily and Carver soon joined Groves next to Norrington.

"He's out cold." Groves stated

"Was he shot?" Beckett asked

"Perhaps we should carry him back to the manor." Carver suggested, ignoring Beckett completely.

"Did I kill him?" Beckett asked eagerly

"Did you kill him." Groves repeated, he rose to his feet and clutched his hands around Beckett's throat

"Elton,no!" Emily pleaded as she cradled Norrington's head in her arms

Beckett struggled to free himself of Groves' grasp, but it did no good and soon enough he blacked out unconcious.

"Cutler..." Emily gasped

"For what you did to my friend, you disserve every painful blow that death can afford." Groves said solemnly as he hovered over Beckett

Groves threw the bloody rag from his own wound in Emily's face, she had tears of concern & despair streaking her cheeks.

"There is the price that you have paid for marrying this man, Emmy." Groves teared open Norrington's shirt "You may not know it now, my dear but you are every much to blame as 'dear' husband." Groves spatted

"Elton...Let's just get James back to his house." Carver remarked

Groves tossed his unconcious friend over his shoulder and left the docks, Carver followed close behind.

At Norrington manor, Rebecca was sleeping when she heard the door open. She knew it was Norrington returning from the duel unharmed and alive, she smiled and fell asleep once more. Groves placed Norrington on the couch, by the time they had arrived at the gates the bleeding had managed to stop on it's own. All that was left to do was to clean it and somehow bandage the wound.

"Benny...Find me a cold cloth and some fresh bandages. All of this should be supplied in the pantry." Groves ordered in a calm voice

"Right away." Carver ran off

Norrington let out a slight groan as he began to finally regain concious, he saw Groves sitting next to him; trying to smile a reassuring smile. He seemed to be a bit confused as to why he was at home and not at the docks.

"How did I get here?" Norrington asked

"You were shot, James. You couldn't take on the impact of a duel, at least not then. You're safe, that's all that matters." Groves assured

"Yet he still lives..." Norrington said softly

"James...Lord Beckett will no longer bother both you and Rebecca, I'll be sure of it." Groves stated

"Last time you interefered it almost cost you your life." Norrington remarked

"As I've stated, I was not interfering I was coming to see you. Besides, after what I did to him...He won't even think about coming close to you." Groves smirked

"What did you do?" Norrington asked with a groan

"I strangled him and he lost concious, he should consider that a warning!" Groves remarked

"Elton, how could you be so..." Norrington's statement was thrown off when he felt a twinge from his wound

Groves extended his hand, not only did he take it but he also clutched onto his coat. Groves could hear this undeniable sound of hissing erupt from his friends clenched teeth, he hated seeing him in pain and knowing he had been the cause of pain.

"Benjamin, we must have those bandages!" Groves shouted

Carver finally remerged from the dining area and handed Groves the bandages and the cold cloth, Groves gestured for Carver to lift Norrington a bit and he did. Groves carefully dabbed the cloth against the wound and washed it clean of the dry blood and the odor of rotting flesh. He then quickly wrapped a good bandage around it and helped Carver regain Norrington's normal position. Suddenly, he looked up and towards the parlor door. Norrington and Carver followed his eyes and saw he was staring at Rebecca. Who had a panic-stricken look on her face.

"James!" Rebecca gasped

"Elton...Benjamin..." Norrington said quietly

"Of course." Groves nodded

Carver headed out of the parlor, Groves touched Rebecca's shoulder and then followed his comrade into the next room. Rebecca went to Norrington's side, and took his hand.

"How could he do this?" Rebecca asked

"Because he's selfish and has a certain disdain." Norrington moaned

"Oh, what if he had shot you to chest...I would've of never seen you again." Rebecca mused

"Not so. I wouldn't mind if I was bleeding and numbed to the bone, I will always find a way back to you." Norrington smiled

Rebecca leaned against Norrington's chest, he let out a slight groan. Rebecca giggled and clung onto him.

Back at the docks, Beckett finally regained concious. He creaked his eyes open enough to see Emily sitting at his side, he could feel her hand on his brow.

"W-where are they?" Beckett asked

"They've left. It's only me and you." Emily said softly

Beckett struggled to sit up as he let out a cough, Emily massaged his back by making small circular motions with her hand.

"That Mr.Groves has proven I am weak..." Beckett muttered

"You are NOT weak, dearest. You were never weak." Emily assured

"I'll make them pay for what they have done." Beckett stated

"Cutler please, just dispose of this idea about revenge and self-reign. Please." Emily pleaded

"There is many ways to watch a man squirm, m'dear." Beckett remarked as he rose to his feet

Tragedy can come in many forms...Many, many forms.