AHHH!!! I KNOW! I went to California and I wasn't able to meet my personal
deadline. I'm sooo sorry! Anyway, here.
BTW, kinda short. Bear with me, please.
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Jack's eyes widened. "My...WHAT?"
Mary nodded. "Yes, Jack. He is your son."
Will clapped his hand over his mouth. Jack looked over at Antonio, then to Mary, and back at the boy. "My son?"
Mary nodded again. "Isn't it wonderful, Jack? You're a Papa!"
Jack chuckled nervously. He scratched his head and glanced over at Will, who was glaring at Mary. Jack forced himself to look at you, and what he saw nearly broke his heart.
You were leaning against the wall, a glazed look over your eyes. You slowly slid down the wall, and Jack could see that your eyes were starting to get misty. He turned back to Mary and Antonio. Jack took a long drink of his rum.
"Yeh're sure?"
"Yes. It could only be you. Are you not happy?"
Jack hesitated a moment. "...o' course I am."
At that moment, you could stand it no longer. With a sob, you stood and bolted out the door into the street. Wiping the tears away from your eyes, you run down the cobbled road until you fall to your feet. You lie in the street, crumpled up and sobbing until someone picks you up.
You scream in alarm and look up to find Will holding you. He pulls you against his chest, allowing you to cry on his shoulder. You don't care that everyone in the square is staring at you, whispering and shaking heads. You only care that someone is finally there to comfort you.
Will whispers softly to you, rubbing your back and leading you to the Pearl. He keeps you from stumbling into muddy puddles and people, tears still flooding your eyes.
Once aboard the ship, Will sets you down on his bed and rushes to make you a cup of tea. He hands you a cup upon his return. You wipe more tears from your face, sipping it. Will plops down next to you.
"Do you want to talk?"
You shake your head and Will resumes rubbing your back. Slowly, you nod and swallow the lump in your throat.
"That—good for—good for nothing—didn't—even t-tell me that—he was..."
"But he didn't know..."
"Like—like h-hell he did...w-why else was he s-s-so nervous about staying with her?"
Will opened his mouth to say something, only no sound came out. He knew that nothing he could say would make you feel better. So instead, he wraps his arms around you again. You snake your arms around him tightly. The two of you stay in the embrace for a few moments before he pulls back slightly to look in your eyes, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You stare deeply into his eyes, feeling as if you can see into his soul.
Before you can think about what you're doing, you lean towards him until your lips meet his. You can feel his body tense up, but within a few seconds he begins to respond. Deepening the kiss, you move your arms around his neck and he moves his around your waist. You pull the tie out of his hair, running your fingers through it.
Suddenly, Will moves he hands from your waist to you shoulders and pushes you off. You look up at him, bewildered. "Will...?"
He shakes his head. "No. We can't. I don't want to ruin what we already have. I'm sorry..."
He swiftly pecks your forehead before bolting out the door, leaving you more confused than ever.
~*~*~*~*~*~ Uh...NOW I'm gonna get beat up...don't get any ideas, people, I have no intention to make this a full-blown Will/You romance...I specified Jack/You and it will remain that way. So there. Now you may go flame me.
BTW, kinda short. Bear with me, please.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jack's eyes widened. "My...WHAT?"
Mary nodded. "Yes, Jack. He is your son."
Will clapped his hand over his mouth. Jack looked over at Antonio, then to Mary, and back at the boy. "My son?"
Mary nodded again. "Isn't it wonderful, Jack? You're a Papa!"
Jack chuckled nervously. He scratched his head and glanced over at Will, who was glaring at Mary. Jack forced himself to look at you, and what he saw nearly broke his heart.
You were leaning against the wall, a glazed look over your eyes. You slowly slid down the wall, and Jack could see that your eyes were starting to get misty. He turned back to Mary and Antonio. Jack took a long drink of his rum.
"Yeh're sure?"
"Yes. It could only be you. Are you not happy?"
Jack hesitated a moment. "...o' course I am."
At that moment, you could stand it no longer. With a sob, you stood and bolted out the door into the street. Wiping the tears away from your eyes, you run down the cobbled road until you fall to your feet. You lie in the street, crumpled up and sobbing until someone picks you up.
You scream in alarm and look up to find Will holding you. He pulls you against his chest, allowing you to cry on his shoulder. You don't care that everyone in the square is staring at you, whispering and shaking heads. You only care that someone is finally there to comfort you.
Will whispers softly to you, rubbing your back and leading you to the Pearl. He keeps you from stumbling into muddy puddles and people, tears still flooding your eyes.
Once aboard the ship, Will sets you down on his bed and rushes to make you a cup of tea. He hands you a cup upon his return. You wipe more tears from your face, sipping it. Will plops down next to you.
"Do you want to talk?"
You shake your head and Will resumes rubbing your back. Slowly, you nod and swallow the lump in your throat.
"That—good for—good for nothing—didn't—even t-tell me that—he was..."
"But he didn't know..."
"Like—like h-hell he did...w-why else was he s-s-so nervous about staying with her?"
Will opened his mouth to say something, only no sound came out. He knew that nothing he could say would make you feel better. So instead, he wraps his arms around you again. You snake your arms around him tightly. The two of you stay in the embrace for a few moments before he pulls back slightly to look in your eyes, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You stare deeply into his eyes, feeling as if you can see into his soul.
Before you can think about what you're doing, you lean towards him until your lips meet his. You can feel his body tense up, but within a few seconds he begins to respond. Deepening the kiss, you move your arms around his neck and he moves his around your waist. You pull the tie out of his hair, running your fingers through it.
Suddenly, Will moves he hands from your waist to you shoulders and pushes you off. You look up at him, bewildered. "Will...?"
He shakes his head. "No. We can't. I don't want to ruin what we already have. I'm sorry..."
He swiftly pecks your forehead before bolting out the door, leaving you more confused than ever.
~*~*~*~*~*~ Uh...NOW I'm gonna get beat up...don't get any ideas, people, I have no intention to make this a full-blown Will/You romance...I specified Jack/You and it will remain that way. So there. Now you may go flame me.