Disclaimer: Pirates isn't mine. This is stinking obvious! I am making NO profit off of this. Of course, who would, when you're fans of such odd pairings. OH WELL! Also, I don't own any of the characters. Duh. No, I mean NONE of the characters. Because James is Commodore Norrington's first name. (Thank you deleted scenes on PotC DVD!) I hope my point is clear.

A/N (IMPORTANT!): I thought I'd try an alternate universe PotC fanfic, and see what it was like! Also, in this futuristic thing, it's kind of like a strange mixture between past, present, and future. It's a strange time period for earth and what-not. Also, I'd like to take the time to say that this is SLASH, so you no likey, you no read-y! Simple? Okay.

Also in kind of 'flashback-ish' things, I do the speech in '…'

However, if it's in like, not 'flashback-ish', then I do speech in "…"

That's about all I can think of now. But it's still important that you know this.

Enjoy the story! (Hopefully…)

Rating: PG-13 (for M/M stuff)

Warning: Ah, yes, I put this in the A/N AND I even add a warning! THERE IS SLASH PEOPLE! AS IN, MALE/MALE! Oooo…run away if you hate this kind of stuff.

Pairing: Jack/Will. Duh.

Black Velvet

By: Mercedes Windgarden

Fire plummeted from the blood red sky. The sky that was as red as it's anger, as red as the blood to be spilled from the attack that day, and the clouds ran together like the memories that would be lost by two people…that oh so terrible day.

Fourteen-year old William Turner and sixteen-year old Jack Sparrow were running as fast as they could to get away from the flames. Who could have guessed that 18,220 would be a disastrous year…who WOULD have guessed that it would be. The two both jumped back immediately as a fireball landed in front of them, and Will, instinctively, moved closer to Jack. Jack sighed sadly, and turned to the younger boy, and said the only thing that came to his mind.

'Will…'

Will looked up at Jack, confused. Jack retrieved from his pocket a small sized piece of beautiful black velvet, with the initials "JS" embroidered onto it, and placed it into Will's hands. Will gasped when he was given it. He knew that Jack had owned this forever…and it was so special to him. Will didn't know why, he just knew that it was. The confused fourteen-year old looked up at his friend, his comrade, and…yes…his love. His first love, and his only love. He wanted to find the answer to why he was given such a precious token in Jack's eyes, but the only emotions he caught were love and sadness. Jack knew something Will hadn't comprehended yet, and he didn't like it.

'Run,' ordered Jack in a calm way.

'What?' Will was totally shocked. At first he thought his ears deceived him, but Jack proved him wrong.

'You heard me, run! Leave! I'd only be putting you in more danger if we both tried to dodge them at the same time. We'll go separate ways, and try to escape.'

'No! I won't part with you! Please, Jack! There must be another way!'

Jack shook his head and placed a gentle hand on Will's cheek and then a gentle kiss to the younger boys' lips. Time stopped for a second, it seemed, and the commotion didn't matter. Afterwards, Jack just simply said, 'Right now, there is not another safe way. And I could never forgive myself if you died because of me. At least I know you have a better chance of getting away if we part here.'

This was so unlike Jack. It was hard to believe that this was happening. Will hugged the sixteen-year old with all that he could, and then, reluctantly, pulled away. Jack and Will nodded to each other and, though not wanting to leave, but persuaded to by Jack's words, Will began going down one path of fire to another place where it was safe. But as he was running, he heard Jack's familiar voice calling to him.

'Hold on to that velvet, Will, and never forget us!'

Will turned and called back, 'I won't, don't you worry! And I'll find you again, Jack! I swear I'll find you again!"

And he kept running. Through the fireballs that kept angrily crashing down. There were a few other times where he was in a place where he could run for awhile without being surrounded by heat, but rarely. It was so hard to keep running when heat was smacking the ground on either side of him, and sometimes in front of him, where he had to change courses. Finally, he made it out of the city, out of the fire. It seemed to be almost dawn, so Will even kept running down the path, the heat still effecting him even though it wasn't really there anymore. The pain in himself was unbearable, but he didn't care. Finally, dawn approached, and Will was in a clearing. He could not run any longer. He could barely even breathe. He felt like someone had stuck a sponge down his throat and it had completely absorbed any moist in it that had ever been. He couldn't help himself and collapsed on the grass, crisp with fresh dew.

Also, on the exactly opposite exit of the city, Jack sunk to his knees. He was totally affected by the heat waves as well. He sunk onto the grass and let out one word, 'why', before his own consciousness flickered away.

When the two woke up, the only memories left would be their name.

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~ Five Years Later ~

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"Hey, there, Will!" Said a chirpy female voice. It startled Will enough for him to jump slightly, but he immediately relaxed when he placed who the voice belonged to.

"Yes, Elizabeth?" He inquired.

"Just wanted to say 'hey!'"

"Wow…the reasons why you do everything you do is such an enigma!" Will replied with friendly sarcasm, as he picked up a blanket that was catching the sun, put it in a basket, and began carrying it back to a clean, finished steel house. Elizabeth laughed lightly and followed her friend.

Will arrived at the house, where the man inside was obviously working on a complicated piece of technology. It looked like a metallic sphere with a stand to be held by and a bunch of buttons. The man had dark eyes, much like many of the other people in the town, and dark hair, though he had incredibly pale skin, for he wasn't exactly well at the time.

"Make that in your sleep, James?"

James rolled his eyes and smiled. "Only half of it. I want to make sure I know how to work it though, so I'm re-doing the part I made and adding onto it."

Will chuckled, set down the basket, got out the blanket, and gave it to James. "Ah. I see. Well, don't overwork yourself."

James also chuckled. It was impossible for him, James Norrington, to possibly overwork himself in technology. Yes, he couldn't each much at a time and he couldn't get away from anything for a while, and he was incredibly skinny because of it, but he could NOT overwork, nor get bored, in creating things like what he was just doing. It was just after this that Elizabeth entered the hut.

"How're you doing?" She asked James.

"Fine," he said, concentrating once again on his piece of work, but turning his face up to smile at Elizabeth, and then back to his work. "You?"

"Fine," She responded.

Will took this chance to excuse himself and sat on the porch step. While he did so, he pulled out a piece of cloth. A piece of black velvet. On it were carved the letters "JS." A sudden flash of heat came over him, and screams were heard in his head. He didn't know why this happened sometimes when he took out the cloth. He was also completely puzzled to what it meant. Or why he had it clutched so dearly in his hands when he had woken up five years earlier in a grass field. Will didn't know why there weren't any real memories past that point. When he woke up like that. He met James shortly after wandering into this town, where he said the only thing he held onto, his name, and James looked him up. There he was revealed his age and date of birth, but that was all. After that, he and James had become friends. He had started helping the man and his wife, Elizabeth, who, over time, became a good friend of his as well. But, the black cloth. Sometimes he got this wonderful feeling when he took it out, and sometimes there wasn't an immediate reaction at all. But confusion always followed. Always.

"Why?" He asked aloud. He stared at the velvet, and gently stroked it with his hand. He wanted to know about himself. He wanted to remember everything before fourteen. He truly did.

Will had made it clear when he was fifteen, that he intended to find out what "JS" meant, and to find whatever-or whoever-"JS" was. It really was his only clue to anything else that he once knew, long ago. He must have known, once.

"Thinking about the velvet?" Came Elizabeth's familiar voice, again, from behind him.

Will nodded briefly. "Yes."

"Why are you so keen on finding out all about the velvet? I supposed you'd know it all by now, actually, since you study it so much."

"I have to find out. The way I was holding onto it when I woke up…it was…I know it's important. I know it is. I just don't know why the velvet is so important to me." When Will spoke, there was a flicker in his eye that Elizabeth admired greatly. He was set on this, and he would not give up on it. She loved his courage, and usually his courage willed her to smile. Despite this, though, she sighed. Then she took a seat by him. And, although she never had really brought the subject up before, she had to know, so she questioned,

"Isn't it terrible not knowing your past? Not knowing anything that happened before you suddenly woke up in…a field?"

Will nodded. "It's awful. I hate it so much. It's torture, every day, to wake up and think, 'I lived fourteen years, and I can't remember anything from it.' That's why I must find this out," he clutched the velvet tighter in his hands, and it felt so wonderful between his fingers. "I won't give up until I do."

Elizabeth smiled. Yes, these were definitely the words she needed to hear. So she got up and walked back into the house in peace.

Will kept staring at the cloth in his hands as a small wind picked up around him. It seemed like the wind was talking to him. He couldn't make out the words for awhile, and then he suddenly realized what the wind was trying to say.

Never forget.

Will scowled at the words and thrust the black cloth back into his pocket.

But still…there seemed to be a voice on the wind that seemed familiar. The wind whispered it once again, and Will closed his eyes and sighed.

Never…forget…

A/N: My, this chapter took me ages to write. So, what do you think? Should I continue? Should I give up on this story? What? Your opinion really helps me continue. Though I must admit, this is one of the funnest (I know…not a word…oh well) fanfics I've started writing for a while. Oh, and also, I know that you can only lose your memories when your head hits something really hard and stuff, but heat is a powerful thing, my friends. Who knows what it's capable of.

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-Mercedes Windgarden ( ~Spellcastre!Mercedes~ )