Chapter Title: You Had Time
Author: j.bryan
Disclaimer: Oh Disney...if I owned half the things you owned I'd die of happiness. Also, I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean (sigh)
Author's notes: The majority of this fic was written at 3 o'clock in the morning so I apologize for any stupid mistakes
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: R "The following program contains scenes of nudity, sexuality, and scenes of violence. Viewer Discretion is advised."
I'm a fool, Will thought to himself. He's a pirate! Why would he ever come back just for me?
Will Turner had gotten strangely used to his thoughts floating towards Jack Sparrow. It bothered him at first but after months of denial he finally decided that Jack did mean something to him. The past three and a half months without any contact whatsoever had been hard on Will. The constant and haunting memories, the fear, the worry, it all compounded on his shoulders making him subconsciously walk with more of a slouch then he used to.
His fiancé, Elizabeth, was getting antsy as well. She knew something was wrong, Will could tell by all the worried glances she kept sending him, but the severity of the situation was completely beyond her. It killed Will to hurt her this way but he couldn't ignore the thoughts in his head anymore then he could the blood in his heart.
In the long run it was a good thing that Jack hadn't come back to Port Royal, really. Will knew that these feelings were probably just some stupid manifestation of his nervousness about getting married to Elizabeth. They would pass and it would be easiest for them to pass if there wasn't a constant reminder swaggering around the city streets as if controlled by a drunken puppeteer. It was a normal life Will wanted, a life with a wife and maybe a few kids, not gallivanting about with a half-crazy sea-dog.
how can I go home
with nothing to say
I know you're going to look at me that way
and say what did you do out there
and what did you decide
you said you needed time
and you had time
It was these thoughts that Will's mind was stuck on while walking through the streets of Port Royal one late evening. The sun had set just a few minutes ago and then sky was lit up slightly with splashes of pink and gold. He wasn't really going anywhere in particular. He had become accustomed to strolling the streets aimlessly letting his thoughts envelop his consciousness. His mind was so caught up in Jack that he almost didn't notice Governor Swann coming around the corner. The last thing Will needed right now was another confrontation with his future father-in-law. Every other conversation they'd had recently had centered around "when are you going to wed my daughter!" and "come on, Young Turner, the clock is ticking."
Will ran for the first door he could find and slammed into it sending it flying open. He quickly ran inside and closed the door shut behind him. It wasn't until after he was sure that Governor Swann was gone that he looked around and realized he had leaped right into his own blacksmith workshop. "Well that was handy," he muttered as he walked down the few stairs and patted his donkey on the nose.
"Will, is that you?!" A call came from the newly added top floor of the workshop that Will recognized as Elizabeth. "Will if it is you down there I want you to know that I'm going to bed. Please come up soon. Will?"
Will stared at his feet not knowing what to do. He had been faced with this decision many times before but for some reason it seemed harder to make this time. He could go upstairs and see his fiancé, who he would die for in a second, or he could sit down in his chair, pick up the bottle of rum from the hidden cupboard and wallow in his own self pity.
He wouldn't have been able to describe it if he tried. The yearning to be upstairs with the woman he loved compared with the yearning to feel the smooth bottle in his hands and the rum flow down his esophagus. In the end, it was the bottle that won. Elizabeth was warm and beautiful but for some reason she couldn't comfort him like the bottle could.
you are a china shop
and I am a bull
you are really good food
and I am full
I guess everything is timing
I guess everything's been said
so I am coming home with an empty head
It took more alcohol then it used to, to effect Will's mind but it still didn't take much. After only a few swigs of the rum Will could feel his mind wavering slightly. He was far from drunk, he knew this, but he was no longer sober. This being the reason why, when the door of the workshop flew open, he wasn't completely sure he believed what he saw. There standing in the open door frame was the silhouette of a man with dark coarse hair and a sheathed sword hanging from his belt. It wasn't until after he talked that Will was sure of who it was.
"You know, someone once told me that rum was 'a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into vile scoundrels,'" the voice of Captain Jack Sparrow was like heaven in Will's ear. He stood up immediately and walked closer to make sure this wasn't just some crazy hallucination.
you'll say did they love you or what
I'll say they love what I do
the only one who really loves me is you
and you'll say girl did you kick some butt
and I'll say I don't really remember
but my fingers are sore
and my voice is too
So many sentences ran through Will's head as if in some sort of race. How are you? Where have you been? What have you done? You still look exactly the same. I missed you... But none of them would come out. As if moving on their own free will, Will's lips and tongue worked together to spit out "That's all you have to say! I haven't seen you in over three months and the first thing you say to me is some joke?!"
"I got into a little bit of trouble with our old friend Commodore Norrington that prevented me last visit. I hear the man's been discharged though because of our little tussle. Not like he didn't deserve it, eh?."
"That's your excuse?! A 'tussle' with Norrington!"
Jack strolled lazily over to the fireplace, took his hat off and placed it purposefully on the anvil next to the burning kiln. "What's the matter, mate? Not quite the welcome I had been expecting," he said peering into the fire.
"You're damn right I'm angry! Who wouldn't be if they had been left by their lover for an overgrown piece of driftwood!"
Jack turned to face Will and tilted his head to the left. "Is that a challenge?"
Without saying a word Will walked to the wall and grabbed one of the many swords he'd made over the years that he'd been working at the workshop. It was one of the newer ones and for some reason the ones he'd made in the last few months weren't quite as perfectly balanced or crafted as they used to be but it still had a hilt end and a pointy end and at the moment that's all that mattered.
"Do you think this wise, boy, crossing blades with a pirate?" Jack said as he unsheathed his own sword. The words were meant as a playful taunt but the memory of the first time Will had met the captain sent him into an even deeper level of rage then before.
Without thinking Will lunged at Jack sword first. Jack could tell Will was not all that sober so deflecting his attack with a simple parry was easier then before. Will was the one doing most of the attacking, sending his blade flying in lines and circles all around his perimeter while Jack stood back and blocked.
A strike to Will's right, a block to Jack's left. An overhead sweep, an overhead block. Will was getting tired of this violent dance. He could tell Jack wasn't giving his all, he probably think's I'm drunk which I most certainly am not!
Will made for a diagonal strike across Jack's chest which was easily held at bay by the pirate. They stood there both leaning into the intersection of blades. The two swords made a cross shape in between the combatants. "Why are you holding back?"
"What now, would give you that idea?" Jack remarked staring into Will's eyes deeply.
"Well, stop it."
"Aye." Jack leaned over the crossed blades and buried his lips in his opponent. The feel of Jack's lips soothed Will like no bottle ever could. His legs started to buckle beneath his weight but some instinctual force made his hand keep a firm grip on the hilt of his sword.
Captain Jack Sparrow leaned in harder trying to engulf Will into his very being. Will's legs finally gave way with all the pressure and he fell backward with Jack following closely. As if nothing had happened Jack continued to explore the inside of Will's mouth with his tongue not even noticing that the blades hadn't even moved.
Will enjoyed every second of this bliss. He had missed Jack so and having him here in his workshop, drowning in his kisses, made up for the last three and a half months. His mind was so wrapped up in having his old lover back he didn't even feel his own blade slowly start to cut into his chest. Once he did notice, his first reaction was to pull away and get the small pain away from him but the pull of Jack's lips was too tempting. The touch of the blade was too apparent to just ignore so he instead let the feel seep into him and added it to the pleasure happening in his face. For the first time in a long time, Will felt.
The swords stayed put until Jack couldn't take the lust anymore and threw them aside along with all the clothes they were both wearing.
you'll say it's really good to see you
you'll say I missed you horribly
you'll say let me carry that
give that to me
and you will take the heavy stuff
and you will drive the car
and I'll look out the window making jokes
about the way things are
A few hours later Will awoke lying on the dusty floor of his workshop. It wasn't until after he felt the stubbly chest on his back and the arm enfolded around his torso that he realized that what had happened wasn't just some amazing dream. He reached towards his chest and felt the newly made scar running in a perfectly straight diagonal line along his chest. It was still red and protruded slightly but in Will's mind it was the most beautiful part of his body.
After making sure Jack's chest moved slow enough to mean he was asleep Will whispered "I love you." He would have thought the words to have sounded odd but it seemed perfectly natural for Will. He was glad the pirate was asleep though. The quiet statement would have just embarrassed Will and most likely sent the captain running.
Will was so caught up in what he had just admitted to the world he didn't even notice Jack's breathing hasten.
how can I go home
with nothing to say
I know you're going to look at me that way
and say what did you do out there
and what did you decide
you said you needed time
and you had time