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A/N: Thank you all for the sympathy, don't miss the last chapter, I fixed it. Thank you for the love.
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Seven
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Jack sniffed around, smoke? Rum? "No. Not good. Stop. Not good. What are you doing? You've burned all the food, the shade, the RUM."
"Yes, the rum is gone." Elizabeth sighed.
"Why is the rum gone?"
"One, because it is a
vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels.
Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire royal navy is out
looking for me; do you really think that there is EVEN the slightest chance
that they won't see it?"
She doesn't understand! "But why
is the rum gone?"
"No! Not good!" Jack bolted upright in the bed.
"Jack?" Will popped his head into the room.
"The rum-" Jack blinked. "Will?" he shook his head, throwing his sleep out.
Will smiled, knowing what he was talking about, about that time when Barbossa made Lizzie and Jack walk the plank. Oh, how he had worried that Jack would seduce her on that island, but Lizzie had told him everything that had happened there.
"What. where?"
"There's no rum burning, I'm just cooking breakfast, though I didn't realize I was that horrible of a cook," he pouted.
"Oh," Jack grabbed his head, the shaking made him dizzy. He fell back into the pillows and Will laughed, joining him on the bed.
"Sleep okay?"
"Aye," Jack wrapped his arms around Will possessively and arched his back.
"Come on, Jack, I made breakfast," Will said trying to get away.
"No, I wanna stay here," Jack whined. "I wanna stay here, and I wanna hold you,"
Will reached up and kissed Jack's chin. "Come on your mangy pirate, dinner- er, lun- gr."
"Breakfast," Jack looked down at Will who was looking up at him.
"Yea." He trailed off as Jack caught Will's lips in a long, passionate kiss. Will smiled and pulled away. "Ew, pirate's morning breath, what should I do with you?"
Jack grinned. "I know plenty of things we could do, and none of them involve leaving this bed."
Will starred at him. "But, I thought you were going out with Loki,"
Jack blinked, not sure how to approach that comment.
Will grunted and pushed himself off the bed. He straightened out his shirt and peered down at Jack who looked like he was in his own world now. "I don't know what's going on with you Jack Sparrow, you don't talk to anyone about anything, and I know I have no right to know anything about your life Jack, but," he sighed. "But I love you, I've loved you since I was so little, I loved you in our past lives-"
"That's all they were boy!" Jack shouted jumping to his feet. "It was a past life! This is the new world William! This is a new time around; we are not as we were back then!" Jack walked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. He walked onto the road and looked around. Sighing he tired west and headed home.
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"Well, well, well,"
Jack closed the door and faced Bruno.
"Look at what the cat dragged in," He stood up and pinned Jack to the door. "You came back?"
Jack closed his eyes. "Yes,"
"Why? Weren't you talking about not doing this anymore?" Bruno smirked. "Unless you like it," Bruno rubbed his body up against Jack's. "You do like it, Jack? Tell me you like it."
Jack hung his head.
"Tell me!"
"I like it,"
"You like what?" Bruno asked innocently.
"I like being-"
"Fucked,"
"I like being. fucked," Jack said.
Bruno whipped Jack around, throwing him onto the floor of the shack. "I thought so, you little whore." He undid his belt and pants and smiled.
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Jack stood in the back alley, recovering from his last job. His long hair, now dyed black, was twisted up into a loose bun; wisps of hair fell in front of his face, where his mascara ran down his cheeks like black tears. He buttoned up his tight vinyl pants, adjusted his fishnet tang top and looked up at Bruno.
He grinned and latched on a leash to the black collar on Jack's neck. "Come on," he yanked the collar. "You've got a job at the apartments,"
Jack jumped a step to catch up with Bruno as they walked into the apartments and into the elevator.
"This guy's rich, don't you fuck it up with him Jack, or they'll be hell to pay."
"Yes sir," Jack said meekly.
Bruno smiled and led Jack onto the fifteenth floor, and into the hall.
Jack looked around. Shit, he thought. This is where Will lives.
Bruno knocked on the door of room 583, Jack looked around, 584 or 582 was Will's apartment, and he bit his lower lip, praying to god that Will didn't come out.
Will looked up from his book, was that his door or a neighbors door? With his feet tucked under him, he wasn't thrilled about getting up, especially if it wasn't for him. He listened a little while longer, before a neighbor's door opened and a man laughed. Will listened foe a moment longer before turning it attention back to the book at hand, this character was falling off a roof, and Will was dying to know why.
Part of Jack wished wildly that Will would come out, and save him, but why would he? Jack was the one who told Will off, not the other way around, he wouldn't be surprised if Will hated him now. Why the hell was love so bloody complex?
"Jack this is John, John this is Jack," Bruno introduced to the man in a purple suit.
"Ha ha," the man laughed and yanked the leash; Jack fell to his knees and looked up.
"Come on bitch," John growled. "Crawl to me."
Jack obeyed and crawled to the man and looked up at him.
"Suck me, I want it good."
The tears coursed down Jack's face as he did as he was told.
"That'll be 200 for tonight John," Bruno said.
John passed him a wallet as Jack's lips closed around his shaft and his head started to bob.
"Good night," Bruno laughed and walked down the hall.
John leaned against the doorframe and moaned lightly as Jack genteelly massaged John's tip.
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Will buried himself under ten blankets and too many pillows to count; he turned up his music and through it all, the moaning, cussing and slapping still rung through the thin walls. A little past two am Will stood up and walked into the kitchen, giving up on sleeping he decided to have some tea and write a little on his online journal.
The kettle whistled, Will poured some tea into a cup and nestled in front of his laptop, as it awoke. He logged onto the Internet and began to type away, pouring his heart out about his feelings toward Jack Sparrow and how he felt when he saw Jack rip the shard across his wrist. He couldn't help but feel guilty for that, if he had not shouted, would Jack have actually done it? Jack was right, in his own way, it was just a past life, did William really love him in the here and now? He had told Lizzie that he hardly knew Jack Sparrow, but when life was so short, does one really have to second guess their love? Part of him screamed yes, that love was to frail to be taken lightly like that, but the other half screamed no, for the exact same reason.
All of this is to be determined by each and every individual, love, hate, regret, sorrow, and all other emotions are to be taken into careful consideration by each person on their own accord I suppose. Sometimes people see it differently, sometimes, people see it the same, no matter though, emotions are emotions no matter how people see them.
"You fucking whore!" the man screamed next door.
Will shook his head.
"I didn't tell you, you could come yet!" A slap rung out, jolting Will to his feet. "Get out of here! I don't ever want to see your dirty face again!"
Curiosity claimed the better of him and he trotted to his door and opened it just as the neighboring door slammed.
"Jack?"
Jack looked at Will in stunned amazement.
"Jack, what's wrong?"
Jack glared at him. "Mind ye own business,"
Will recoiled, a little hurt.
Jack pulled his boots and shirt on before standing up.
"Come on inside, I'll make you some tea-"
"I said bugger off-"
"No!" Will stepped into the hall. "Get your ass inside this instant before, before-" Will didn't have to finish as Jack cowered and slinked into the apartment and threw himself on the couch. Will bolted the door closed and sat across from Jack.
Jack crossed his arms and hung his head, his face hidden in shadows, but Will could see the black tears, the red welts and blood. He stood up and got the first aid kit.
"Let me clean you up," Will said sternly and Jack didn't protest. He wiped away the makeup and used antiseptic swabs to clean the split lip and abrasions on the cheek and forehead.
"Why are you doing this?" Jack asked.
"Because I care," Will said meekly.
"Why?"
"I," Will leaned back on the balls of his feet and starred at Jack. "Because I want to know you Jack Sparrow, in the here and now, I want to know you as I knew you in the past. I want to know what's wrong, I want to know what happened, in the present, in the past, I just want to know."
"You can't know everything,"
"I know that, but I want to know as much as I can possibly know," he applied a band aide to the cut on Jack's forehead. "And I want to take care of you; no one should be made to go through whoring around if it's not of their own accord."
"You can't save everyone,"
"Maybe not," Will packed away the kit and sighed. "But I can try, and that's all that matters really."
Jack's eyes brimmed with tears and he buried his head in his hands and quivered.
"Jack, what's wrong?"
Jack curled up on the couch and shook his head. "Why do you care so much? Why are there people as nice as you?"
"What?"
"How could you care about me? You don't even know me! You don't understand all the bad things I have done, Will, you would hate me if you knew!"
Will sat next to Jack and stroked his hair back. "Jack, I don't. I don't care what you've done in the past, it's the past, it can't change, no matter how much we want it to or what, it will not change and we have to square with that some day. All we can do is look to the future and strive to make it as good as it can get. I believe that we keep coming back to life until we finally make everything right, once we do, then we can die peacefully and pass into heaven or nirvana or whatever comes next."
Jack sniffled and looked up at Will. "Truly?"
"Truly." Will nodded. "Tell me, we can fix whatever needs to be fixed."
Jack smiled weakly. "Okay then," Jack smiled and sat up. Will sat next to him as he began to tell Will about his life, loosing his mother and father, being raised by Dani who has never changed. Jack hesitated when he came to telling Will about Charlene, but he carried on, how he had rapped her and then her father made a deal with him. At the end Will was starring at his hands and Jack was crying again.
"Will," Jack sobbed. "I fucked up. I don't- I don't want to do this anymore, I don't want to mess up-" he choked.
Will wrapped his arms around Jack. "You won't, I won't let you,"
Jack pulled back and looked at Will, astonished. "You mean, you still care? Even though I did all that?"
"Like I said, what's past is past and nothing can change that," Will wiped the tears from Jack's eyes. "We can make it through everything now, Jack, no more secrets, no more lies, be honest with me, and I will be honest with you and together we can make a new life together. How does that sound?"
Jack smiled. "I like that,"
"Good," Will smiled, catching Jack's lips in a soft kiss, his tongue seeking entrance. Jack parted his lips and welcomed Will lovingly. Jack wrapped his arms around Will's neck and pulled the man on top of him.
"Will," Jack smiled.
"Mmm?"
"I-"
A knocking at the door caused them both to look up.
"I know you're in there whore!" Bruno shouted from the other end. "Don't make me come in there."
"No," Jack cringed. "Will, I have to get out of here."
"No, I won't let him take you,"
"Will he's stronger then the both of us," Jack said standing up.
"Then we'll fight him together-"
Just then the door was pounded off its hinges Bruno stood in the door way, his frame filling nearly all of it. Jack spotted John right behind him, his face contorted with anger and resentment.
"Get over here now, whore." Bruno demanded.
"No," Jack said. "I'm not doing this anymore Bruno,"
"Now!"
Will stepped in front of Jack pulling out a knife. "He's not leaving me,"
Bruno looked at Will then at Jack. "There'll be no choice." He drew his own pocket knife, the blade double edge and four inches long, he lunged out.
"No not again!" Jack hollered jumping in front of Will.
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