Author's Note: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean nor any of the characters. I only own the plot to the story and few characters which are my own.
Summary: Modern Willabeth Au. Will and Elizabeth where best friends. To everyone else it seemed like their was more between them then just friendship. To bad their both oblivious to what's right in front of them. But a drunken one night stand could change that.
Chapter 1
London, Middlesex, United Kingdom.
October 2022
Good could day drag on any longer. Elizabeth signed staring at the computer screen in front of her. Another bout of nausea hit her. She'd been unwell for the last few days with a stomach bug.
A stomach bug she couldn't shake. Perhaps a trip to the doctors was in order to at least find out what was wrong.
Fuck sake Elizabeth swore in her mind as she made a bee line for the Ladies. Not a fucking again. This endlessly throwing getting sodding tiresome. Washing her hands at the sink.
A sudden feeling of dread hit her. No… No. It couldn't be. Sure she was late this month but that didn't she was pregnant right. She'd been late with periods before it hadn't meant anything.
If she was pregnant there where only two logical voices who the father would be if she was pregnant. Either James her ex or Will her best friend. James and her broken up nearly two and half months ago it was possible he was the father or Will who she had a drunken one stand with nearly six weeks ago.
Grabbing three different pregnancy tests. The hardest part wasn't taking the test but waiting for the results to come.
Time seemed to tick by more slowly as Elizabeth waited for the results of the tests. If she was pregnant or not. The time on her phone went off. It was time to look.
The first one read: Pregnant One month plus, the other was two pink lines and the other was five plus weeks. That didn't narrow down who the father possible was. The baby could ever be James or Will's.
God what fucking mess she was in. Still she had tell both of them. Telling Will would easier then James. There was a reason Elizabeth had broken things off with him in the first place.
Still both of them deserved to know the truth that there was a fifty/fifty chance they where the father of her baby.
W.J. Blacksmith, London Middlesex United Kingdom.
October 2022
A pause in the music playing from the office, I heard my phone ringing. I set the hammer aside on the anvil. I headed to the office, turning off the music. My phone stopped rining by the time I got to where it sat on my desk.
As soon as it stopped ringing it started to ring again. Elizabeth's name appeared on the screen.
"Hey everything alright"I asked answering the phone.
"I'm just feeling a little bit under the weather. Estella's in meeting for the rest of the day. I hate to ask if it possible for you to come pick me up"I had attempted to teach Elizabeth to drive. That had been the most terrifying thing I'd done.
"Sure it's not a problem give me an hour and I'll be there"I say before we hang up.
I let the fire die out in the forge. I grabbed my shirt from the battered old work bench. As I headed up the stairs to flat with Dutchmen on my heels. Empress was asleep on the window sill.
I headed towards my room to shower and change. That night six weeks ago was playing over in mind as it had every day since we'd had a drunken one night stand. We been both pretty pissed that night.
I remembered bits and pieces that was about it. Most of the night was pretty hazy considering how much alcohol we'd both drunk that night.
We'd been friends for a long time, well best friends really since school. We'd been through a lot of shit together. My Parents bitter divorce, Elizabeth's Mum dying from MS. The motorcycle accident that had very nearly killed me when I was twenty two.
I'd spent the weekend in London with my family. I was traveling back to Plymouth as I had to be back at Barrack the next day. But I never made it. Some bastard drunk off his face while driving drunk ran a red light.
Collecting me in the process. I was throw from my Motorcycle. I remember very little of that day after the impact of the car hitting me. I recalled hearing voices of the Paramedics who worked to stabilising me before I was taken to hospital then rushed into surgery.
I was on the operating table for thirty six hours the extent of my injuries was so grave the doctors held no hope of me surviving let alone waking from the coma I had fallen into.
It was almost four months before I woke from my coma. I was later told the extent of my injuries. Despite wearing a fairly good helmet I had a fractured skull from where I'd hit the pavement.
Both of my legs had been broken, I had fractured in my hips and pelvis. A broken back, massive internal trauma to my organs. Such was the force of the crash that part of my liver and spleen had to be removed.
They'd almost lost me on the operating table due to my heart stopping several times. Somehow against all the odds I survived. But I wasn't exactly out of the woods yet.
The doctors didn't think I would ever walk again due to extent of my injuries. It was a long and gruelling recover.
Due to the extent of my injuries I was medical discharged from the Royal Marines. I became codependent on alcohol and pills for a while. My Finance at the time Victoria.
Had tried in vain to help. In the end I pushed her away. She's happy now with her husband Brandon and their children. I don't blame her for leaving me. I was an arsehole back then.
I knew I needed help after Dad found me passed out with half empty bottle of Whiskey and empty Pill bottle. I decided to try a beat my dependent of pills cold turkey. It worked as did going AA meetings. Which I still went to. I overcame all the obstacles in my path despite the Doctors saying I would never walk again. I did walk again
I locked up before heading down to where my Land Rover was parked.
EITC Trading, London, Middlesex London.
October 2022
I made my way along the familiar path to Elizabeth's office. I was here often enough that I was often mistaken for being Elizabeth's boyfriend rather then her best friend. Where people got the idea we where more then friends I didn't know.
I frowned when I heard raised voices coming from Elizabeth's office. I knew that voice alright. James fucking Norrington. Elizabeth's prat of an ex. I had never liked that bastard. Something about him had always rubbed me the wrong way.
"You sure it's even mine"Norrington snipped as I came into Elizabeth's office.
"No there's a chance that someone else is the father"Father. The wheels in my mind turned. Fuck it was possible that Elizabeth was pregnant. The baby was even mine or Norrington or Norrie as Jack like to call him.
"Oh here is. Is it William's then. Seeing as you where shagging him behind my back for who knows"James accused.
"Hey fuck whit. We're just friends, we never slept together to after she dumped you worthless arsehole."I snapped at him standing in between him and Elizabeth.
"Oh likely story"He scoffed.
"Norrington you got three seconds to get out of here before I do something I'm going to regret. Now fuck off"I stared him down. We where both the same height but I was younger and had roughly thirty pounds on him of pure muscle.
"If the child is mine. We'll talk if not I guess we have nothing to talk about"Norrington sneered before he left.
"Got what a mess"
"Is that what you wanted to talk to me about. You're pregant"I asked
"Yes I only found out today. I took three test"Elizabeth handed me the positive pregnancy tests. "To make matters worse I don't know who the father of my own child is"
"Have you made a doctors appointment just to be sure"I hated to ask.
"I have tomorrow at eight"
"I hate myself for asking but did you want to keep that baby I mean"I felt like prick for asking
"Yes despite whose child it is. I'll raise them alone if James is the father and he want's nothing to do with this child. How are you feeling about all this"
"Hit for six. Even if the baby isn't mine I'll help you raise them. If it is mine then I will be with you every step of the way. We'll raise them together"I answered. I meant what I said, even if the baby wasn't mine I would help Elizabeth raise them. Just as I would if it turns out I am the baby's father.
