Title: I'm Here For You

Author: Raven-Roka

Rating: PG-13 to begin with may change for later chapters

Disclaimer: No. I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean. Stop reminding me!

Pairing: Jack/Will.

Archiving: Ask first

Summary: Jack gets into a spot of trouble and Will helps him out, but what will happen after that...

WARNING: **SLASH AHEAD. DON'T LIKE.DON'T READ.**

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A/N: Thanx to those of you who reviewed!! Again I am trying very hard to watch my very very very BAD spellin and I tried to break some of those massive paragraphs down for ya!

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Will blinked and found himself being poked in the ribs, not too gently. He blinked again and looked down to see Jack looking at him with raised eyebrows,

"What?" Jack rolled his eyes at the younger man's question and scooted back on the bed so he wasn't trapping Will,

"Someone's pounding on yer door lad. Ye best be answerin' it." Will sighed as his brain registered the loud banging on the locked door of the smithy. He slid off the bed stretching as he stood up, arching his back. Jack watched, mesmerized, fighting to close his mouth. He couldn't believe how beautiful this boy was, brown hair ruffled from sleep, dark eyes, large and bright, lean body curving as he worked the kinks out of his joints.

Will opened the door and winced in the bright sunlight. When his vision cleared again he focused on the man before him. He looked to be one of the guards from the prison,

"How can I be of service?" Will blocked the sun from his eyes with a hand and waited for an answer,

"The Commodore requests your presence at the governors house immediately sir." With that said the man turned on his heal and marched back into the bright light of the day. Will turned back into the smithy muttering. He gathered his hair back into a ponytail and changed his creased shirt for another and went back up into the rafters.

Jack had pulled himself up so he was sitting up against the head of the bed when Will walked in. The pirate grinned when he walked back in,

"So lad, did ye find out who was making such a noise?" Will nodded,

"The commodore wants to see me at the governor's house, now." Jack cocked his head to one side,

"And why would the good commodore be wanting the company of you?" Will thought for a second,

"I think it might have something to do with you." Jack nodded as Will turned to leave. Just before he reached the door he turned back to the pirate captain, "And Jack?"

"Aye lad?"

"Stay out of trouble while I'm gone." Jack grinned insanely but nodded.

Will knocked on the door of the governor's house, the maid answered the door and took Will through to where the Commodore and the governor were stood talking in hushed voices. The commodore looked up as Will was ushered in by the maid.

"Ah, Mr. Turner." Will nodded to the two of them,

"Governor, Commodore, may I ask as to why you want to talk to me?" The governor looked to the commodore to explain,

"We have reason to believe that you may have helped Jack Sparrow escape from the prison cells. And that, Mr. Turner, is a crime worthy of a hanging." Will looked from the smug looking commodore to the stony faced governor,

"How, may I ask, have you come to such a conclusion?" the commodore reached behind him onto the table, and produced the shackles Will had fastened Jack to the wall with,

"These, were not bolted into the wall properly, and I do believe that it was you that shackled the brute to the wall. Could it be that you deliberately loosened these to allow that filthy scoundrel to escape the gallows?" Will stared at the shackles for a few seconds before looking at the commodore again,

"The bolts I used on those shackles were slightly to short for bolting someone to the walls of the prison, but that was all I had due to the fact that you wanted Jack chained to the wall immediately. Even though there was no need at the time thanks to your men. I am glad that Jack escaped the gallows, that I will admit, but I will not admit to helping him escape." Will turned to leave but was stopped momentarily by the sight of Elizabeth gliding down the stairs. She looked at him as though she had only just noticed him, even though she had been watching him from the top of the stairs,

"Mr. Turner, what are you doing here?" Will took a deep breath,

"You future husband was just accusing me of helping Captain Jack Sparrow escape the gallows." Elizabeth nodded,

"Yes, well, it was rather a disaster and a disappointment that he should escape the very night before he was to hang." Will gaped,

"What, you were looking forward to watching him hang?" Elizabeth wouldn't meet his eyes, "YOU? He helped save your life, or don't you remember that?"

"Will, he came back at his own risk, he was warned about coming back, and yet he still did, and for the record, I never liked the brute, dirty, and so ill mannered." Will shook his head and then fixed an icy glare on her.

Elizabeth flinched under those cold brown eyes but stood her ground, staring at the floor again, when he spoke, his voice was laced with emotion,

"Good day, Commodore, Governor, Miss Swann." And he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room with out a backward glance.

Jack was lying on the bed humming when he heard the door of the smithy open and then slam. He raised an eyebrow sat in silence, waiting for something else to slam, but it was silent.

He slid to the edge of the bed and tested his feet, he could stand, things were looking up. He took a few tentative steps forward and found he could walk without the wall falling away, things were definitely looking up.

Jack made it out of the door and down from the rafters before he spied Will. The young blacksmith was leaning against the far wall, eyes closed, head thrown back, frowning. Jack walked over to him and still the boy did not realize he was there. He stood in front of him and spoke quietly,

"I take it the good commodore was not one bearing good news." Will opened his eyes startled at the voice. Jack saw unshed tears in the young man's eyes, and felt a surge of anger towards the commodore, or whoever the hell had done this. He felt a sudden urge to take the boy in his arms and comfort him, to wipe the tears away, to make him happy again. But he knew that the boy would not accept such advances form him, now maybe if it was his dear Elizabeth. Maybe he thought.

Will watched as the pirate stood in front of him, obviously lost in his own thoughts. He took the opportunity to study the pirate's face, from the bruises that were just starting to fade, to the dark eyes that had so often captured him and rendered him absolutely speechless. They were both silent for a few seconds before Will spoke

"Jack?" the pirate snapped out of his thoughts and turned his full attention to the younger man stood in front of him, and Will had a hard time remembering what he was going to say under the gaze, "Er.Jack, do you feel well enough to leave soon?" Jack was silent for a second and then nodded,

"Aye. I could manage. Another night's sleep and I'd be back to me old self again." He grinned

"Then it's settled, we shall leave tomorrow morning." Jack watched as the young man began to pace around the room muttering to himself,

"Whelp? You feeling yourself?" Will's head snapped up and then looked back at the floor.

"Yes, yes, fine." Jack rolled his eyes and waved an arm in his general direction,

"This does not look like you're fine lad." He thought for a second, "What exactly did the commodore say?" Will was silent for a long time, and when he spoke it was barely above a whisper.

He recounted the meeting with the governor and the commodore and then what Elizabeth had said. When he had finished Jack was nodding,

"Aye, I expected as much, very high strung that lass." Will sighed,

"She wasn't always like this."

"Aye, but maybe she was and you just never noticed."

"No. I don't. Oh Jack, I don't know what to do." Jack thought and then looked at the man, he had sat down on the floor opposite him. Jack walked over, swaying slightly. He crouched down in front of the dark haired blacksmith,

"What do you want to do?" Will looked up at him and a Jack wanted to do was hold him in his arms and never let go,

"I want to be a pirate." The words were so soft and full of meaning. Jack put his hands on Will's shoulders,

"Are ye sure about that?" Will nodded never breaking eye contact,

"Yes." Jack grinned suddenly,

"Then a pirate ye shall be." Jack shifted and slouched on the ground next to Will, "The blood of old Bootstrap runs through your veins lad, yer destined for a life at sea." Will smiled and laid his head on Jack's shoulder, much to the surprise of the pirate,

"Jack, tell me about my father?" Jack smiled and laid his head back on the wall. Enjoying the warm weight of Will's head,

"Aye."

He began one of his tales and soon enough one merged into another. Not long after Jack had started his fifth story Will's breath had evened out and Jack looked down to see the boys on the verge of sleep. He smiled, gold teeth flashing in the darkness.

"G' night whelp."

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