OMIFREAKING GOD!!! Everyone is telling me to do different things with Will
and Damian and Liz!!! JEEZE!!! Tell you what, go with me for a little while
and you'll see what happens.
But thanks for the great reviews!!!
Jack surfaced onto the dock, only partially surprised to see the two shore patrollers standing there.
He coughed something that sounded like 'oh shit', and the two behind him got the message to stop. Jack stood up, brushed himself off, and looked up at the two men.
"Hello mates!" He said cheerfully. The men's faces didn't budge.
"What's your name, and your business in Port Royale?" The first one asked in a snotty tone.
The second one piped up. "And no lies!"
"Smith, or Smithy if you like. And well then, if you don't want any lies, I plan to snatch all of the trash and recycling cans on this dock so no one can throw stuff away and must pollute," (GASP!), "pick up a crew to work with me, and bring them all home and shove them in my basement to play the ultimate game of Trashbasket ball and otherwise drink my weasley black guts out."
"I said no lies!!!" The second one whined.
The first one stared at Jack, and said the second one, "I think he was telling the truth. . ."
"If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us!"
Jack watched this profusely. "Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you."
Will and Elizabeth broke apart and Will blushed immensely. Liz looked at him.
"What's wrong, Will?"
"Did you know I was going out with Damian?"
Liz nodded slowly, fearing that she had made a horrible mistake.
"And you knew I was gay."
"Well I just found that out earlier today. . ."
"And is that why you kissed me?"
Liz raised an eyebrow. "What are you TALKING about?"
"You were never interested in me before, Liz. Only when you found out I wasn't available."
Liz looked at him (you know, with THAT LOOK). "William Turner, it's not like you didn't like it!"
She stormed out of the house, only to come back in a few moments later.
Will looked at her inquisitively. She shrugged meekly. "My shoulder hurts and I forgot my shoes," She said quietly.
Will nodded matter-of-factly. Liz stomped up to him, about to slap him, when she made the mistake of looking into his eyes.
Will noticed this. 'Bloody Hell. . . here we go.' "Liz. . . no. . ."
But Liz's lips were planted on his own, and again, Will didn't pull away.
Venice and Damian slid down the ladder and took off to find the next one. Venice was hesitant to leave Jack.
"Don't worry, V. Jack's a big boy."
For some reason, that brought a very pleasurable picture to Damian's mind. . .
But of Jack?
Jack watched as the two bickered, yet again, and slipped away, yet again. He rolled his eyes as he broke into a run towards the parking lot, hoping Damian and Venice. . . or whatever their names were. . . would go there too.
They weren't there when Jack stopped at his car, panting. He crawled into the back seat and curled up, quickly falling asleep.
When he woke up, he was stretched out, and rather surprised to see Venice sitting on his lower stomach and. . . other areas. This conscious fact caused him to. . . harden up, so to speak.
He caught Venice smile. "D, he's awake."
Damian, who had been looking at her through the mirror and knew she hadn't looked down, asked, "How can you tell?"
Venice just smirked. Damian got the idea right away, and again a very interesting picture came to Damian's mind. Damian shook his head.
"Morning, Jack," He said as nonchalantly as he could.
Jack pushed out, "'Ello" in a breath, before Venice stretched out over him and kissed him. Jack didn't argue.
Damian laughed and drove them home.
Will wasn't sure how it happened, but he and Liz were on the couch right now, and his hands had wondered rather far.
But he only thought about this for a moment before disappearing into his own brand of ecstasy.
So far into ecstasy, that he didn't hear a car pull up. He didn't hear Venice yell, "Damnit, I drove to the pier too, and forgot my damn car."
Outside, Jack stared at her. "How do you forget your car?"
Venice glared at him. Damian rolled his eyes and walked towards the door.
Inside, Damian slipped his shoes off and threw Jack's keys on a hook by the door. He looked out the window, and smiled at Venice and Jack bickering. It made him think of Will, so he went into the den to check on both Will and Elizabeth.
And what he saw made his heart fall into his stomach.
"JACK YOU STUPID CUNT!!! I DO NOT HAVE AN UGLY CAR!"
"Yes ye do! Matches your ugly personality!"
Venice smacked him then looked at him impudently.
"I don't think I deserved that."
They were quiet. And they realized that everything was. . . even inside the house.
"Don't you think Damian and Will would be talking?" Venice asked.
"Not loud 'nough to hear over us, or to wake Liz, savvy?"
Venice bit her lip thoughtfully. "Let's go in."
"Wha. . . Nevermind." Jack was learning quickly not to question Venice. She was usually right anyway.
The two came in just in time to see Damian running upstairs. "What the. . . ooh. . ." Venice said, as she saw Will on top of Elizabeth, both of them looking up at Jack and Venice with 'uh-oh' faces. Venice glared at Will, then Elizabeth, than ran upstairs after her brother.
Jack stared at them and shrugged. "Not that ye aren't a good couple. . . just Will here is supposed to be gay, and taken. And you, Liz, you knew. That's not cool. "
He walked out of the room. Will looked at Elizabeth and got up, following Jack sullenly. Liz was left alone.
Venice walked tentatively up behind her brother and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He didn't turn around from his position looking out the window. "What?"
"D, Will didn't mean anything."
He snorted.
Venice shrugged. "You know what it's like becoming full on gay. He used to have a crush on Liz. Old habits die hard."
Damian sneered disgustedly and turned around. "Is that your excuse for THIS too?" He denigrated as he yanked out her arm, pushed up her sleeve, and revealed the blue marks.
Tears welled up in Venice's eyes and she backed out, then ran to her own room and locked the door.
Damian closed his door, then layed down on his bed. And staring at the stucco ceiling, Venice was soon not the only one crying.
But thanks for the great reviews!!!
Jack surfaced onto the dock, only partially surprised to see the two shore patrollers standing there.
He coughed something that sounded like 'oh shit', and the two behind him got the message to stop. Jack stood up, brushed himself off, and looked up at the two men.
"Hello mates!" He said cheerfully. The men's faces didn't budge.
"What's your name, and your business in Port Royale?" The first one asked in a snotty tone.
The second one piped up. "And no lies!"
"Smith, or Smithy if you like. And well then, if you don't want any lies, I plan to snatch all of the trash and recycling cans on this dock so no one can throw stuff away and must pollute," (GASP!), "pick up a crew to work with me, and bring them all home and shove them in my basement to play the ultimate game of Trashbasket ball and otherwise drink my weasley black guts out."
"I said no lies!!!" The second one whined.
The first one stared at Jack, and said the second one, "I think he was telling the truth. . ."
"If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us!"
Jack watched this profusely. "Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you."
Will and Elizabeth broke apart and Will blushed immensely. Liz looked at him.
"What's wrong, Will?"
"Did you know I was going out with Damian?"
Liz nodded slowly, fearing that she had made a horrible mistake.
"And you knew I was gay."
"Well I just found that out earlier today. . ."
"And is that why you kissed me?"
Liz raised an eyebrow. "What are you TALKING about?"
"You were never interested in me before, Liz. Only when you found out I wasn't available."
Liz looked at him (you know, with THAT LOOK). "William Turner, it's not like you didn't like it!"
She stormed out of the house, only to come back in a few moments later.
Will looked at her inquisitively. She shrugged meekly. "My shoulder hurts and I forgot my shoes," She said quietly.
Will nodded matter-of-factly. Liz stomped up to him, about to slap him, when she made the mistake of looking into his eyes.
Will noticed this. 'Bloody Hell. . . here we go.' "Liz. . . no. . ."
But Liz's lips were planted on his own, and again, Will didn't pull away.
Venice and Damian slid down the ladder and took off to find the next one. Venice was hesitant to leave Jack.
"Don't worry, V. Jack's a big boy."
For some reason, that brought a very pleasurable picture to Damian's mind. . .
But of Jack?
Jack watched as the two bickered, yet again, and slipped away, yet again. He rolled his eyes as he broke into a run towards the parking lot, hoping Damian and Venice. . . or whatever their names were. . . would go there too.
They weren't there when Jack stopped at his car, panting. He crawled into the back seat and curled up, quickly falling asleep.
When he woke up, he was stretched out, and rather surprised to see Venice sitting on his lower stomach and. . . other areas. This conscious fact caused him to. . . harden up, so to speak.
He caught Venice smile. "D, he's awake."
Damian, who had been looking at her through the mirror and knew she hadn't looked down, asked, "How can you tell?"
Venice just smirked. Damian got the idea right away, and again a very interesting picture came to Damian's mind. Damian shook his head.
"Morning, Jack," He said as nonchalantly as he could.
Jack pushed out, "'Ello" in a breath, before Venice stretched out over him and kissed him. Jack didn't argue.
Damian laughed and drove them home.
Will wasn't sure how it happened, but he and Liz were on the couch right now, and his hands had wondered rather far.
But he only thought about this for a moment before disappearing into his own brand of ecstasy.
So far into ecstasy, that he didn't hear a car pull up. He didn't hear Venice yell, "Damnit, I drove to the pier too, and forgot my damn car."
Outside, Jack stared at her. "How do you forget your car?"
Venice glared at him. Damian rolled his eyes and walked towards the door.
Inside, Damian slipped his shoes off and threw Jack's keys on a hook by the door. He looked out the window, and smiled at Venice and Jack bickering. It made him think of Will, so he went into the den to check on both Will and Elizabeth.
And what he saw made his heart fall into his stomach.
"JACK YOU STUPID CUNT!!! I DO NOT HAVE AN UGLY CAR!"
"Yes ye do! Matches your ugly personality!"
Venice smacked him then looked at him impudently.
"I don't think I deserved that."
They were quiet. And they realized that everything was. . . even inside the house.
"Don't you think Damian and Will would be talking?" Venice asked.
"Not loud 'nough to hear over us, or to wake Liz, savvy?"
Venice bit her lip thoughtfully. "Let's go in."
"Wha. . . Nevermind." Jack was learning quickly not to question Venice. She was usually right anyway.
The two came in just in time to see Damian running upstairs. "What the. . . ooh. . ." Venice said, as she saw Will on top of Elizabeth, both of them looking up at Jack and Venice with 'uh-oh' faces. Venice glared at Will, then Elizabeth, than ran upstairs after her brother.
Jack stared at them and shrugged. "Not that ye aren't a good couple. . . just Will here is supposed to be gay, and taken. And you, Liz, you knew. That's not cool. "
He walked out of the room. Will looked at Elizabeth and got up, following Jack sullenly. Liz was left alone.
Venice walked tentatively up behind her brother and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He didn't turn around from his position looking out the window. "What?"
"D, Will didn't mean anything."
He snorted.
Venice shrugged. "You know what it's like becoming full on gay. He used to have a crush on Liz. Old habits die hard."
Damian sneered disgustedly and turned around. "Is that your excuse for THIS too?" He denigrated as he yanked out her arm, pushed up her sleeve, and revealed the blue marks.
Tears welled up in Venice's eyes and she backed out, then ran to her own room and locked the door.
Damian closed his door, then layed down on his bed. And staring at the stucco ceiling, Venice was soon not the only one crying.