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Warnings: m/m, mentions of rape, blood, suicide, cutting, and dark.
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The Black Pearl found anchor in a hidden cove not far from Port Royal. Its captain set of in a small boat rowing for all he was worth toward shore. Night had fallen and the half moon lit Jacks way over sand and street. Although Jack Sparrow could quite possibly be the most wanted man in all of Port Royal not a soul would have recognized him. The trademark swagger and insane glint in his eyes had all but vanished. An on looker would compare him to a man on fire. Jack ran faster then he could think possible, through cobble streets to Browns smithy. It was as If he had run the course a thousand times, not once did he take an ill turn. Jack burst through the door and allowed his eyes a moment to adjust.
He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, the pounding of his own heart in his ears vanished and everything was silent. As soon as it had come the moment passed and Jack found that he was again able to move. Without a second wasted he fell to his knees at Wills side.
"WILL! Wake up love, come on, wake up for old Jack!" Jacks voice was desperate as he pulled the limp form of the boy into his lap. A pool of blood marked where Will had been on the floor, a sword lay not a foot from it.
"No." Jacks voice shook as he desperately grabbed for Wills hands. Tears welled in his eyes as he stared down at his loves bloodied wrists.
'No. This is not happening. My Will would never, could never, do this to himself.' Jack thought to himself even as he reached for the edge of his shirt to tear into makeshift tourniquets. Jack wrapped the cloth tightly around Wills pale wrist watching in horror as the blood stained the white cloth a deep crimson.
For the first time in a year Jack looked upon his loves face. Wills hair had fallen from its usual ponytail and it hung around his face damply. In places a stray lock of brown hair had clung to his cheeks, stuck on with dried blood. Closed eyelids and thick black eyelashes that reminded jack of a porcelain doll hid chocolate puppy dog eyes. Normally full red lips were pale and tinged with an unnatural blue; they all but faded into his face. Wills once rosy complexion akin to youth was pallid and gave the illusion that if one were to touch it; it would crumble beneath your fingertips like old parchment. To Jack it looked as if Will was an angel of death, frozen in eternal beauty.
With a quick glance Jack took in the rest of Wills slender frame, something was horribly wrong. In his desperation he had missed the fact that Wills pants were half way down his thighs and a separate pool of blood resided where Wills hips once lay. Fresh tears stung at his eyes and for the first time he was glad that Will was asleep and could escape the obvious pain he was in.
Jack gently tugged Wills pants back into place swearing to anyone who would listen that the man who had hurt his William would pay with their lives. With the determination of a man who has accepted his fate Jack cradled Will in his arms and ran out the door and onto the empty streets.
Jack knew that he had come to late to save Will himself, the boy had lost for too much blood. His only chance would be to find the finest doctors in all of Port Royal, who would undoubtedly be within reach of Elizabeth.
The Swann mansion was only a few minutes by foot from where the smithy was if one ran. The entire trip Jack tried to justify going into the heart of the royal navy in Port Royal to himself. Even if Elizabeth had chosen Norington in the end she still cared for Will, It was easy to tell when Jack had looked into her eyes when she had thought Will had found a watery grave. Hopefully Elizabeth's father had given the house to her as a wedding gift and she still lived there. Once jack convinced himself he was doing the right thing one problem remained. He was showing up on the doorstep of the most powerful man in port who just happens to have a thing about killing him. If Norington had his way Jack would be swinging come morning. One look at the angelic boy he held in his arms and all his doubts vanished. He would save Will even if he died doing it.
Will fared the trip well considering what shape he was in when it began. The improvised bandages had done their job and although they had bled through they seemed to have stemmed the blood flow considerably. To Jacks utter rapture Will even made a few groaning noises, they were soft and pained but they were a reminder that the cold body he held still had life in it.
Jack didn't hesitate once he reached the door of the mansion and pounded on it as hard as he could while still supporting Wills weight. After a long moment a sleepy looking maid appeared in the door. Jack pushed the door open the rest of the way with his hip and walked into the room to the horror of the maid.
"You must get Elizabeth right now." Jack said in so forceful a tone that the frightened maid couldn't find it in herself to argue in the matter. The maid went off and a moment later Elizabeth appeared at the top of the stairs still half asleep. The moment she saw Will looking to the entire world as if he were dead in Jacks arms she darted down the stairs as fast as she could go.
"Oh Will! What happened? Is he alright?" Elizabeth tried desperately to help Will but found herself at a loss of what to do.
"He is still alive and he needs a doctor right now." Jacks voice was harsh, even to his own ears. He had not meant to sound so rude but with Wills life on the line he had better things to worry about. Elizabeth nodded and rushed into one of the halls yelling directions to Jack to take will into the far upstairs bedroom.
Jack took the stairs three at a time and jogged into the room Elizabeth had spoken of. A bed stood in the center of the room, covered by a plush red blanket. Without jostling Will Jack managed to pull back the blanket and lay Will gently down on the clean white sheets. Without actually thinking about what he was doing Jack removed the boys boots before gently wiping the bloodied hair from Wills face. The doctor and Elizabeth were still downstairs, their hurried steps echoed in the empty mansion.
"I will save you." With tears in his eyes Jack gently kissed his Wills blue lips.
Elizabeth and the doctor hurried into the room. Jack quickly explained to the doctor about Wills wrists but spared Elizabeth the pain of hearing anything else until need be. The doctor moved to Wills side and began unraveling one of the bandages while Jack moved to the other side of the bed and held Wills other hand.
Norington chose now to burst through the door demanding to know exactly what was going on. Elizabeth immediately threw herself on his shoulder and began crying hysterically; talking in a mumbling broken voice that no one could even pretend to understand. The anger faded from Noringtons face as he comforted his wife. That is until he saw Jack.
"You!" Norington managed to hold Elizabeth with one arm and point dramatically in Jacks direction with the other. "This time you will not go free! How could you even think of coming to my home?" It was only now that Norington realized that William lay oblivious to the world as the doctor tried desperately to put him back together. Elizabeth stopped sobbing and pulled back finding she ability to talk normally once again.
"Jack brought Will here, please just let him be for now. You can't separate them, please." If Jack has been paying attention in the least he would have noticed the hidden message Elizabeth was trying to convey to her husband. Norington however got the message and looked over to find Jack kneeling at Wills bedside gently holding the boys hand in his own.
"He will not be moved until the boy wakes." Norington relented to Elizabeth's pleas.
Another moment passed in silence until the doctor stood and looked at the half-hazard group.
"I have done everything I can for him, I stopped the blood flow but he still seems to be getting worse. It is all up to him now." The doctor turned to leave when Jack stood.
"Commodore I suggest you take your wife out of the room immediately." Norington look as if he wanted to kill Jack for saying such a thing but he was not allowed time to speak. "You can escort her out or let her hear what I have to say, I don't care." Jacks words were as harsh as ever, his normal slurring gone along with the ever-present mask of drunkenness. Norington reconsidered and led Elizabeth from the room despite her attempts to return to Wills side. In the end the commodore had to carry Elizabeth from the room because she refused to move. Even as she was carried out she fought tooth and nail to return to her friends side.
Jack refused to let his tears fall but he couldn't find words to speak. For a lack of a better way to tell the doctor what he must Jack gently turned Will over and the problem became apparent due to the patch of dried blood on his bloomers. The doctor just nodded and set to work again. Jack tried to give the boy some measure of decency and refused to look. He gently swept the hair from wills eyes and even found a cloth to wipe away some of the blood smudged onto pale skin. After awhile of that Jack couldn't stand it and looked at what the doctor was doing. Will was badly torn and bruised, he was suddenly glad he had not looked before, the site of injury before it had been treated would have driven Jack to hunt down and kill whoever had hurt Will which in turn would mean leaving the boy all alone. After an excruciatingly long time the doctor stood again and, with the aid of Jack gently put Will to bed.
The doctor opened the door and found Elizabeth and Norington sitting just outside waiting for news. The doctor glanced back at Jack and then addressed them all.
"The boy has been badly injured, by the looks of it he does not want to pull through even if he could. I have done everything I could, it is all up to him now." The doctor turned back to Jack. "Did you see how I dressed his wounds?" Jack only nodded. "If need be you can change the bandages, if he wakes come and get me." The doctor took a few steps and then as an after thought stopped and turned back to Jack. "If he wakes he will be in immense pain, both physically and mentally. I would not leave him alone." With this the doctor took his leave and Elizabeth stood shakily to her feet.
The three peered back into the room. Will lay upon the bed unmoving and as pale as a ghost. Norington carefully took in everything around him and turned to Jack.
"You will not be taken to jail quite yet. You will be allowed to stay with the boy as long as he is in this condition. Once he is fit you will be held accountable for your actions." Jack nodded glad he would not be taken from Wills side. Without a word Jack closed the door behind him and knelt again at Wills side.
Jack took one of Wills hands and gently caressed it as he spoke. "Will, I don't know if you can hear me but you have to pull through. You're a Turner, stubborn creatures Turners couldn't kill them if you wanted to". Jacks voice grew softer as he spoke. "The moment you wake I will tell you everything. I love you Will and I wont let anything bad happen to you ever again. I promise."
After hours of silence Jack drifted into a nightmare filled sleep.
Will woke from slumber and sat up looking at Jack questioningly. Without hesitation Jack revealed the innermost desires of his heart as he watched Wills eyes grow cold with hatred. Jack moved to touch the hand that had somehow escaped his own and Will jerked away violently.
"Get away from me! I have lost Elizabeth and now you come to torment me?" Will screamed as Jack fell to his knees at a loss for words. "I want to die, just let me go!" Will spotted Jacks dagger on the floor in the corner. Before Jack had time to stand Will had taken up the dagger and plunged it into his chest. Wills mouth fell open in shock and almost as if in slow motion he fell backward. Jack caught him before he hit the ground, Wills head falling onto Jacks shoulder.
"Will!" Jack let out a chocked sob. Suddenly Wills eyes were clear as day and he looked up at the heartbroken pirate.
"I can never love you." With that Will took his last breath died in Jacks arms.
"NO!" Jack leapt up and it took a moment for everything to sink in. It was all a dream, just a dream. Will lay as he had before, frozen except for the slight rise and fall of his chest. Still Jack put a hand over Wills chest just to feel the slight heartbeat, the proof that his love still lived.
It was all a dream and Jack knew this but still a seed of doubt took root. Although Will was out of character in the dream something akin to that could still take place. Will was hurt and love sick there was a very real possibility that if told Will would react like an injured and cornered animal and lash out. What if Will rejects Jack and refuses help from him anymore? Will needs a friend more then anything right now, telling the boy how he feels could ruin everything. Everything was for Will now, it didn't matter what happened to him as long as Will was alive and happy. If this took a broken heart on Jacks part then so be it. Jack decided to wait to tell Will, it was far too risky to give an already unstable Will such a shock.
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Pain, that's the first thing Will noticed as he slowly began to wake. Everything hurt, his body burned as if he were on fire. Next he noticed the bed beneath him and the soft blankets surrounding him. The next natural thing to do would be to open his eyes but Will refused to do so. A bed meant that someone had found him and taken him somewhere, he could have been out cold for days. The moment he opened his eyes he would be forced to go back to the Smithy and make up all the missed work. Brown would surly punish him for disappearing for so long. Then like a wave the nights events returned to him, he could see it all in his minds eye, Brown leaving him on the floor after using him brutally, and then the sword cutting through fragile skin and arteries. Will had not planned on waking up again. He failed; he couldn't even manage to kill himself properly, now he would die a slow painful death for his mistake. Brown would discover what he had done to himself and he would be punished. Will knew in his heart that he could not take another rape; his body was too fragile now, his heart broken. His only chance was to die before he could let that happen.
Will opened his eyes and let them adjust to the dim lighting of the room. His head hurt and he feared that if he moved it too much he would pass out from the pain. Without moving Will could see a plush bed beneath him and a bedside table that would be within his reach if he sat up. On the table Will found exactly what he had been looking for. A doctor must have treated him and left some of his equipment by accident. A small surgical blade lay among other such medical tools, glinting invitingly at him. Gathering all his energy Will forced his body to sit up and grab the blade. Will had the scalpel in hand and went to cut his wrist when he found that he couldn't move his other hand. Before he could register what was happening the blade was taken from his hand and thrown across the room.
"No." Will croaked out in defeat as he watched his only chance at a painless death slip away from him.
"Will!" Jack was relieved and worried at the same time. His voice shook and threatened to give up all together. After making sure there was no way for Will to harm himself Jack turned the boy around in his lap and forced him to look at him. The look of pain and defeat on Wills face instantly turned to one of disbelief.
"Jack is it really you?" Will whispered.
"Aye lad, everything is alright now."
"Oh god Jack." Will buried his face in Jacks chest and breathed deeply. He realized that his tears were wetting jacks shirt and looked up as if to apologize only to find that jack too was crying.
"Jack what?" Will was silenced with a finger on his lips.
"Shh Will, go to sleep, I'm right here and I wont let anything hurt you." Will nodded and let his head fall back onto Jacks chest. Will decided that either somehow he had died and this was heaven or that in his mind was creating a fantasy world for him on the brink of consciousness, either way he would let himself have that one last moment with Jack. Exhausting soon took them both and for the first time sense they were pulled apart both slept easily.
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If you press the pretty button at the bottom of the page you will be shower with lots of presents! (Or pictures of the guys from pirates...either way...) ^.^
Warnings: m/m, mentions of rape, blood, suicide, cutting, and dark.
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The Black Pearl found anchor in a hidden cove not far from Port Royal. Its captain set of in a small boat rowing for all he was worth toward shore. Night had fallen and the half moon lit Jacks way over sand and street. Although Jack Sparrow could quite possibly be the most wanted man in all of Port Royal not a soul would have recognized him. The trademark swagger and insane glint in his eyes had all but vanished. An on looker would compare him to a man on fire. Jack ran faster then he could think possible, through cobble streets to Browns smithy. It was as If he had run the course a thousand times, not once did he take an ill turn. Jack burst through the door and allowed his eyes a moment to adjust.
He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, the pounding of his own heart in his ears vanished and everything was silent. As soon as it had come the moment passed and Jack found that he was again able to move. Without a second wasted he fell to his knees at Wills side.
"WILL! Wake up love, come on, wake up for old Jack!" Jacks voice was desperate as he pulled the limp form of the boy into his lap. A pool of blood marked where Will had been on the floor, a sword lay not a foot from it.
"No." Jacks voice shook as he desperately grabbed for Wills hands. Tears welled in his eyes as he stared down at his loves bloodied wrists.
'No. This is not happening. My Will would never, could never, do this to himself.' Jack thought to himself even as he reached for the edge of his shirt to tear into makeshift tourniquets. Jack wrapped the cloth tightly around Wills pale wrist watching in horror as the blood stained the white cloth a deep crimson.
For the first time in a year Jack looked upon his loves face. Wills hair had fallen from its usual ponytail and it hung around his face damply. In places a stray lock of brown hair had clung to his cheeks, stuck on with dried blood. Closed eyelids and thick black eyelashes that reminded jack of a porcelain doll hid chocolate puppy dog eyes. Normally full red lips were pale and tinged with an unnatural blue; they all but faded into his face. Wills once rosy complexion akin to youth was pallid and gave the illusion that if one were to touch it; it would crumble beneath your fingertips like old parchment. To Jack it looked as if Will was an angel of death, frozen in eternal beauty.
With a quick glance Jack took in the rest of Wills slender frame, something was horribly wrong. In his desperation he had missed the fact that Wills pants were half way down his thighs and a separate pool of blood resided where Wills hips once lay. Fresh tears stung at his eyes and for the first time he was glad that Will was asleep and could escape the obvious pain he was in.
Jack gently tugged Wills pants back into place swearing to anyone who would listen that the man who had hurt his William would pay with their lives. With the determination of a man who has accepted his fate Jack cradled Will in his arms and ran out the door and onto the empty streets.
Jack knew that he had come to late to save Will himself, the boy had lost for too much blood. His only chance would be to find the finest doctors in all of Port Royal, who would undoubtedly be within reach of Elizabeth.
The Swann mansion was only a few minutes by foot from where the smithy was if one ran. The entire trip Jack tried to justify going into the heart of the royal navy in Port Royal to himself. Even if Elizabeth had chosen Norington in the end she still cared for Will, It was easy to tell when Jack had looked into her eyes when she had thought Will had found a watery grave. Hopefully Elizabeth's father had given the house to her as a wedding gift and she still lived there. Once jack convinced himself he was doing the right thing one problem remained. He was showing up on the doorstep of the most powerful man in port who just happens to have a thing about killing him. If Norington had his way Jack would be swinging come morning. One look at the angelic boy he held in his arms and all his doubts vanished. He would save Will even if he died doing it.
Will fared the trip well considering what shape he was in when it began. The improvised bandages had done their job and although they had bled through they seemed to have stemmed the blood flow considerably. To Jacks utter rapture Will even made a few groaning noises, they were soft and pained but they were a reminder that the cold body he held still had life in it.
Jack didn't hesitate once he reached the door of the mansion and pounded on it as hard as he could while still supporting Wills weight. After a long moment a sleepy looking maid appeared in the door. Jack pushed the door open the rest of the way with his hip and walked into the room to the horror of the maid.
"You must get Elizabeth right now." Jack said in so forceful a tone that the frightened maid couldn't find it in herself to argue in the matter. The maid went off and a moment later Elizabeth appeared at the top of the stairs still half asleep. The moment she saw Will looking to the entire world as if he were dead in Jacks arms she darted down the stairs as fast as she could go.
"Oh Will! What happened? Is he alright?" Elizabeth tried desperately to help Will but found herself at a loss of what to do.
"He is still alive and he needs a doctor right now." Jacks voice was harsh, even to his own ears. He had not meant to sound so rude but with Wills life on the line he had better things to worry about. Elizabeth nodded and rushed into one of the halls yelling directions to Jack to take will into the far upstairs bedroom.
Jack took the stairs three at a time and jogged into the room Elizabeth had spoken of. A bed stood in the center of the room, covered by a plush red blanket. Without jostling Will Jack managed to pull back the blanket and lay Will gently down on the clean white sheets. Without actually thinking about what he was doing Jack removed the boys boots before gently wiping the bloodied hair from Wills face. The doctor and Elizabeth were still downstairs, their hurried steps echoed in the empty mansion.
"I will save you." With tears in his eyes Jack gently kissed his Wills blue lips.
Elizabeth and the doctor hurried into the room. Jack quickly explained to the doctor about Wills wrists but spared Elizabeth the pain of hearing anything else until need be. The doctor moved to Wills side and began unraveling one of the bandages while Jack moved to the other side of the bed and held Wills other hand.
Norington chose now to burst through the door demanding to know exactly what was going on. Elizabeth immediately threw herself on his shoulder and began crying hysterically; talking in a mumbling broken voice that no one could even pretend to understand. The anger faded from Noringtons face as he comforted his wife. That is until he saw Jack.
"You!" Norington managed to hold Elizabeth with one arm and point dramatically in Jacks direction with the other. "This time you will not go free! How could you even think of coming to my home?" It was only now that Norington realized that William lay oblivious to the world as the doctor tried desperately to put him back together. Elizabeth stopped sobbing and pulled back finding she ability to talk normally once again.
"Jack brought Will here, please just let him be for now. You can't separate them, please." If Jack has been paying attention in the least he would have noticed the hidden message Elizabeth was trying to convey to her husband. Norington however got the message and looked over to find Jack kneeling at Wills bedside gently holding the boys hand in his own.
"He will not be moved until the boy wakes." Norington relented to Elizabeth's pleas.
Another moment passed in silence until the doctor stood and looked at the half-hazard group.
"I have done everything I can for him, I stopped the blood flow but he still seems to be getting worse. It is all up to him now." The doctor turned to leave when Jack stood.
"Commodore I suggest you take your wife out of the room immediately." Norington look as if he wanted to kill Jack for saying such a thing but he was not allowed time to speak. "You can escort her out or let her hear what I have to say, I don't care." Jacks words were as harsh as ever, his normal slurring gone along with the ever-present mask of drunkenness. Norington reconsidered and led Elizabeth from the room despite her attempts to return to Wills side. In the end the commodore had to carry Elizabeth from the room because she refused to move. Even as she was carried out she fought tooth and nail to return to her friends side.
Jack refused to let his tears fall but he couldn't find words to speak. For a lack of a better way to tell the doctor what he must Jack gently turned Will over and the problem became apparent due to the patch of dried blood on his bloomers. The doctor just nodded and set to work again. Jack tried to give the boy some measure of decency and refused to look. He gently swept the hair from wills eyes and even found a cloth to wipe away some of the blood smudged onto pale skin. After awhile of that Jack couldn't stand it and looked at what the doctor was doing. Will was badly torn and bruised, he was suddenly glad he had not looked before, the site of injury before it had been treated would have driven Jack to hunt down and kill whoever had hurt Will which in turn would mean leaving the boy all alone. After an excruciatingly long time the doctor stood again and, with the aid of Jack gently put Will to bed.
The doctor opened the door and found Elizabeth and Norington sitting just outside waiting for news. The doctor glanced back at Jack and then addressed them all.
"The boy has been badly injured, by the looks of it he does not want to pull through even if he could. I have done everything I could, it is all up to him now." The doctor turned back to Jack. "Did you see how I dressed his wounds?" Jack only nodded. "If need be you can change the bandages, if he wakes come and get me." The doctor took a few steps and then as an after thought stopped and turned back to Jack. "If he wakes he will be in immense pain, both physically and mentally. I would not leave him alone." With this the doctor took his leave and Elizabeth stood shakily to her feet.
The three peered back into the room. Will lay upon the bed unmoving and as pale as a ghost. Norington carefully took in everything around him and turned to Jack.
"You will not be taken to jail quite yet. You will be allowed to stay with the boy as long as he is in this condition. Once he is fit you will be held accountable for your actions." Jack nodded glad he would not be taken from Wills side. Without a word Jack closed the door behind him and knelt again at Wills side.
Jack took one of Wills hands and gently caressed it as he spoke. "Will, I don't know if you can hear me but you have to pull through. You're a Turner, stubborn creatures Turners couldn't kill them if you wanted to". Jacks voice grew softer as he spoke. "The moment you wake I will tell you everything. I love you Will and I wont let anything bad happen to you ever again. I promise."
After hours of silence Jack drifted into a nightmare filled sleep.
Will woke from slumber and sat up looking at Jack questioningly. Without hesitation Jack revealed the innermost desires of his heart as he watched Wills eyes grow cold with hatred. Jack moved to touch the hand that had somehow escaped his own and Will jerked away violently.
"Get away from me! I have lost Elizabeth and now you come to torment me?" Will screamed as Jack fell to his knees at a loss for words. "I want to die, just let me go!" Will spotted Jacks dagger on the floor in the corner. Before Jack had time to stand Will had taken up the dagger and plunged it into his chest. Wills mouth fell open in shock and almost as if in slow motion he fell backward. Jack caught him before he hit the ground, Wills head falling onto Jacks shoulder.
"Will!" Jack let out a chocked sob. Suddenly Wills eyes were clear as day and he looked up at the heartbroken pirate.
"I can never love you." With that Will took his last breath died in Jacks arms.
"NO!" Jack leapt up and it took a moment for everything to sink in. It was all a dream, just a dream. Will lay as he had before, frozen except for the slight rise and fall of his chest. Still Jack put a hand over Wills chest just to feel the slight heartbeat, the proof that his love still lived.
It was all a dream and Jack knew this but still a seed of doubt took root. Although Will was out of character in the dream something akin to that could still take place. Will was hurt and love sick there was a very real possibility that if told Will would react like an injured and cornered animal and lash out. What if Will rejects Jack and refuses help from him anymore? Will needs a friend more then anything right now, telling the boy how he feels could ruin everything. Everything was for Will now, it didn't matter what happened to him as long as Will was alive and happy. If this took a broken heart on Jacks part then so be it. Jack decided to wait to tell Will, it was far too risky to give an already unstable Will such a shock.
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Pain, that's the first thing Will noticed as he slowly began to wake. Everything hurt, his body burned as if he were on fire. Next he noticed the bed beneath him and the soft blankets surrounding him. The next natural thing to do would be to open his eyes but Will refused to do so. A bed meant that someone had found him and taken him somewhere, he could have been out cold for days. The moment he opened his eyes he would be forced to go back to the Smithy and make up all the missed work. Brown would surly punish him for disappearing for so long. Then like a wave the nights events returned to him, he could see it all in his minds eye, Brown leaving him on the floor after using him brutally, and then the sword cutting through fragile skin and arteries. Will had not planned on waking up again. He failed; he couldn't even manage to kill himself properly, now he would die a slow painful death for his mistake. Brown would discover what he had done to himself and he would be punished. Will knew in his heart that he could not take another rape; his body was too fragile now, his heart broken. His only chance was to die before he could let that happen.
Will opened his eyes and let them adjust to the dim lighting of the room. His head hurt and he feared that if he moved it too much he would pass out from the pain. Without moving Will could see a plush bed beneath him and a bedside table that would be within his reach if he sat up. On the table Will found exactly what he had been looking for. A doctor must have treated him and left some of his equipment by accident. A small surgical blade lay among other such medical tools, glinting invitingly at him. Gathering all his energy Will forced his body to sit up and grab the blade. Will had the scalpel in hand and went to cut his wrist when he found that he couldn't move his other hand. Before he could register what was happening the blade was taken from his hand and thrown across the room.
"No." Will croaked out in defeat as he watched his only chance at a painless death slip away from him.
"Will!" Jack was relieved and worried at the same time. His voice shook and threatened to give up all together. After making sure there was no way for Will to harm himself Jack turned the boy around in his lap and forced him to look at him. The look of pain and defeat on Wills face instantly turned to one of disbelief.
"Jack is it really you?" Will whispered.
"Aye lad, everything is alright now."
"Oh god Jack." Will buried his face in Jacks chest and breathed deeply. He realized that his tears were wetting jacks shirt and looked up as if to apologize only to find that jack too was crying.
"Jack what?" Will was silenced with a finger on his lips.
"Shh Will, go to sleep, I'm right here and I wont let anything hurt you." Will nodded and let his head fall back onto Jacks chest. Will decided that either somehow he had died and this was heaven or that in his mind was creating a fantasy world for him on the brink of consciousness, either way he would let himself have that one last moment with Jack. Exhausting soon took them both and for the first time sense they were pulled apart both slept easily.
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If you press the pretty button at the bottom of the page you will be shower with lots of presents! (Or pictures of the guys from pirates...either way...) ^.^