A/N: Finally a long chapter . . . It's to tied you over for a week, yes I'm going away today, and no, you can't stop me! I'll try to update quickly when I get back. Savvy?
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"Savvy?" – speaking
*Savvy?* – thinking
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Roxanne backed up slowly against the decaying brick wall.
*Dammit! Why did Sparrow have to hurt my good arm so much! Now I can't even keep him off long enough to get someone's help!*
The stench of the disgusting man was enough to send her retching, but with her arms pinned behind her, and one massive hand clamped over her mouth, she couldn't do much, other than pray.
"Don' ye worry lass," he said with a gruff tone, gripping her hair in his free hand, "It'll be over soon."
He laughed drunkenly, and pulled Roxanne's face close by her hair. He forced his tongue between her tight lips and let his hand roam down over her shirt, ripping the buttons off, and tearing the fabric.
"Mmmm . . . you've got quite the goods there my lovely," the man said, taking his lips off of her to survey his "catch", "Mmmm . . . I've outdone myself this time."
*Oh god, please no, I can't believe this is how I'm going to die . . .*
The hairy oaf pressed himself against her, his eyes wild with hunger. Roxanne couldn't take anymore, she didn't care what happened, she needed to scream. Roxanne bit down on his hand as hard as she could, and felt the glorious accomplishment of fresh blood. The oaf cried out and pulled back his hand. She took her chance, "HELP!! SOMEONE BLOODY WELL HELP ME!!!"
"You ruddy little bitch!" he spit at her, and smacked her across the face, sending her flying into a heap against the wall, where she got a lovely little gash on her left arm.
*I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die . . .*
He pulled her up by her hair. Roxanne let out a shrill cry from the pain. Her attacker was about to hit her again, when she felt her body hit the ground, and her vision went to black.
When Roxanne woke up, she felt strong arms around her, and she tensed up, frightened that the oaf still had her.
"Calm down luv, yer alrigh' now." She knew that voice . . .
"J-Jack?" she sputtered, letting her eyes focus in on his face.
"Thas' Captain Jack." He grinned down at her, and continued to walk.
"What . . . happened?" she asked softly.
"Some bloke was tryin' to get the best o' ye. Lucky thing ye can yell so loud, I nearly passed by lookin' fer ya." Jack looked down at her and winked.
"You . . . were looking for me?" Roxanne asked, a bit admonished.
"O' course! Ye left yer effects at Will's, it bein' me fault an' all, an' I wasn't gonna let ye get hurt cuz o' me." Jack tightened his grip around her body.
It was then that Roxanne felt something else covering her body. She looked down to see that Jack had placed his jacket on her.
"Why is it, that I am wearing your jacket?" she asked, tugging at the material.
*Hmmm, much softer than I thought it would be*
Jack raised an eyebrow at her comment, "Well, I saw that yer shirt 'ad been . . . tampered wit', an' I figured, that'd ye would be mighty cold, so I lent ye me jacket."
Suddenly, Roxanne felt horrible about yelling at Jack, him having just saved her life and all.
"Thank you Jack." She said softly.
"T'wasn't nothin' luv, it's jus' me jacket." He grinned madly.
*You're not going to make this easy, are you Jack?*
Roxanne sighed.
"No, I mean . . . you saved my life. I am forever in your debt for that. Thank you . . . Captain Jack Sparrow," After a moments hesitation, Roxanne leaned up, and gave Jack a quick kiss on the cheek she slapped him on, "And I'm sorry I hit you."
Jack, a bit surprised at her actions, stopped walking, "Well, thas' the first time anyone ever apologized fer hittin' me."
Jack grinned down at her and winked. Roxanne felt her face flush a bit.
*Damn, I shouldn't have done that, now I'm going to be red faced, and he'll take it the wrong way. I hope it's too dark for him to see*
Roxanne lowered her head to cover her face and wrapped her arms around herself. Her hand pressed down against the wound on her arm. She cried out at the touch and shuddered a bit.
"Don' worry luv, it's not that bad, an' we're almost t' Will's now." Jack began walking, more briskly.
He hurried up the steps at Will's and kicked at the door, he had no hands to open it. Will opened the door, first relieved to see them, then terribly worried at Roxanne's condition.
"Wha . . . what happened to her?" Will closed the door behind them, and stared at Roxanne, who's eyes were closed tightly, trying to keep the pain away.
"Listen mate, there's no time to be talkin' righ' now, jus' lead me up to a room where I can lay 'er down an' have a proper look at 'er." Jack said forcefully.
Will narrowed his eyes at Jack, "What do you mean you're going to take a look at her? You don't think I'm going to . . ."
"Will!" Elizabeth cried, flying from the other room.
"Here. I'll take you up to one of the rooms," Elizabeth said kindly, then turned to Will scowling, and pointed a finger at him, "You, go sit down, and try not to do something stupid."
Will grumbled a bit, then disappeared into the other room. Jack grinned at that, then began following Elizabeth up the stairs, making sure to be holding onto Roxanne tightly enough. Elizabeth showed Jack to one of the guest rooms, where he laid Roxanne down on the plush comforter.
"Is there anything you need Jack?" Elizabeth asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
"Indeed, ye can get me a basin a' water, a cloth, a bandage, an' one of will's shirts fer 'er to change into, if ye can find one." Jack told her hastily, before kneeling down by the bed, "Oh, an' a bottle o' rum."
Elizabeth nodded, and, picking up her skirt, ran back down the stairs carefully.
Jack set his hand over Roxanne's forehead, brushing back stray hair, "Luv, can ye hear me?"
"Mmmm . . . yes Jack, I can." Roxanne told to him, not bothering to open her eyes.
"Listen luv, you've got to sit up. I've got to get me coat off so I can tend to yer arm." Jack slid his arm under her back and lifted her up.
As his hand went to remove the jacket, Roxanne remembered, "B-but Jack, my shirt, I-it's . . ."
"Nothin' I haven't seen luv," he grinned, but then saw her eyes seemed a bit frightened, "But if ye'd rather wait fer Elizabeth . . ."
"No, no, you're right, I'm being prudish, I need my arm looked at." Roxanne smiled gingerly, and took her hand away from the jacket.
Jack stared at her for a moment, as if waiting for her to change her mind. When she didn't say anything to him, he began removing the jacket; he slipped it off her left arm quickly, and then slowly pulled the sleeved away from her right arm, not so hard as to graze the cut. When the jacket was free, he tossed it to the ground. When Jack turned back to Roxanne, he stared at her for a moment, which made her flushed fiercely. Jack grinned a bit, "Sorry luv, it's in me nature to stare at pretty lass's."
Roxanne's face reddened even more at that moment, and she scowled at him for making her blush.
*It's like he doesn't have a care at all, like nothing bothers him . . . well, he did seem pretty bothered when I was huddle up against him, in pain . . . but it was dark, I must have just seen it wrong.*
Jack saw her face and figured he should stop teasing her, also, he could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and by the sound of them, he knew he didn't want to be caught in that position if it were Will. Jack laid her back down against the bed and began tearing the rest of the fabric, "No sense in savin' it now."
He pulled the sleeve free from her arm and tossed the shambled fabric next to his jacket. As he knelt over her, to get a better look at her arm, Jack heard the door open, and he had to grin at the fact that Elizabeth was scolding Will so harshly. He turned and saw that she had found everything he'd asked for, including the rum, "Ah good, ye found it alright then?"
"Yes, it took me a bit to find some rum," Elizabeth shook her head at Jack, before elbowing Will in the ribs, causing him to spill some water onto the floor, "But here's everything you'll need."
Elizabeth set her things down on the bed, and Will grumbled his way over to Jack and set down the basin, "If you even so much as touch . . ."
"Will!" Elizabeth called to him from the stairs.
Will just grumbled and left the room. Jack chuckled to himself, "Ye gotta 'and it to Elizabeth, she really knows 'ow to 'andle that boy."
Roxanne nodded slowly. Jack set his eyes on the task ahead of him. He picked up the cloth and dipped it in the water, cleaning up the blood on her arm. Jack then grabbed the rum, and after taking a quick swig for himself, he poured a bit on one side of the cloth, then laid it on her cut. Roxanne clenched her teeth together, and made a sort of a painful hissing noise.
"Easy there luv, this'll just kill any chance of infection ye may 'ave gotten." Jack held her down with his free hand.
After he lifted the cloth, Jack began dressing the wound with the bandage. He tied it off, and then picked up the clean shirt and used his other arm, to pull Roxanne into a sitting position, "You know luv, it'd be an 'ell of a lot easier if ye'd help me, just a bit even."
"Sorry, I'm just very, very tired." Roxanne opened her eyes halfway and blinked a little.
Jack just shook his head and slipped the shirt onto her arms, and buttoned it up for her, lying her back down on the bed, "Now, ye be getting' some rest. Elizabeth'll check on ye later."
As he stood to leave, Jack could have sworn he heard her mumble, "Why can't you Jack?"
He chose to ignore that delicious invitation, and closed the door behind him. He descended down the stairs and into the living room, to find a very distraught Elizabeth and Will.