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Warnings: mentions of rape, suicide and cutting, m/m
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The bright Caribbean sun floated in the widows and lit Wills graceful features but he did not stir. Jack was the first to wake, unsettled by the stillness of the ground beneath him. Jack was a pirate through and through, he felt at home at sea, he never slept long it on dry land, it just didn't feel right. Jack was vaguely surprised at the warm body in his arms, but soon remembered what had transpired before he fell asleep.
Jack was all set to spend the day watching his William sleep, eyes fluttering lightly, light playing across his face, but not a half hour passed before Will woke to find warm chocolate eyes gazing into his own.
"J-Jack?" Will mumbled rubbing the sleep from his eyes, not really believing what he saw.
"Aye lad, its me." Jack couldn't help but smile as Will looked up at him like a he were watching a bottle of run get up and start to dance. Will adopted a face that looked painfully like a lost child and buried his face in Jacks chest.
Jack was surprised with the boy's reaction but not at all unhappy. He let Will mumble incoherently into his shirt as he reached down and stroked his wavy brown hair lightly. After long minutes Will pulled back, embarrassment written all over his face.
"I am sorry jack, I just...Jack?" Will stopped his mumbled apology when he saw Jacks scrutinizing look. After a moment Jack seemed to have found what he was looking for. His swaggering style back full tilt Jack reached out a hand in a very Jack-like manner to Wills forehead. Will blushed at the touch and looked down at his lap only to realize that he was practically lying on top of Jack. Even more embarrassed then he had been before he looked back into Jacks amused face.
"You have a fever, a high one." Jack nodded agreeing with himself. "Lie down and go back to sleep I don't want to see you get any sicker."
"I feel fine." Will knew that he was not entirely fine but he couldn't let Jack think he was so weak. He reconsidered as Jack pushed him back down onto the bed with a strong hand on his chest. Being weak in front of Jack wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been; besides the constant touches from the pirate was a definite plus.
"You get up and I guarantee you'll faint, I'm not cleaning up any more blood and there are far to many things to fall on in here." Jack pulled himself out of the bed and tucked the covers around Will lovingly, much like a mother would do for a sick child. Will didn't protest but he didn't try to sleep either.
Will watched as Jack slandered over to the large bay windows and looked out to sea. There were a million questions floating through his mind and after long debate he finally chose one to start with. Too bad his mouth decided to work of its own accord and ruin all of his planning.
"Why are you here Jack?" Will lifted himself onto his elbows to get a better view of the pirate, feeling the light dizziness caused by the movement and lack of blood. Jack turned around and smiled at him.
"It's a good thing I am here. Otherwise you wouldn't be here either." Will looked shocked.
"You mean you are the one that saved me?"
"Aye, several times in fact." Jack nodded to the doctor's knife still implanted in the wall from where he had thrown it the night before. Wills eyes grew wide as he stared at the blade.
"Jack I..." not for the first time that day Will found himself at a lack for words. "Thank you." In response Jack just nodded and turned to look back out to sea. "How long are you going to stay here?"
Unnoticed by Will, Jack swallowed uncomfortably. The truth was that Jack didn't think he was leaving. As soon as Norington thought Will fit he would have Jack hung. The commodore was a decent man despite the fact that he was a man of the law, but walking into the mans house was definitely pushing it. Jack had escaped worse situations before, being the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow and all, but always with help from others. In all the tales of adventure and magic starring Jack one major detail was always left out, without his friends he would have died a hundred times over. To bad for Jack the only people in Port Royal who would help him are Will and Elizabeth. Jack was sure that they would both do anything they could to help him but Will was far to injured to do anything but get himself hurt and Elizabeth was being watched like a hawk by her bloody commodore of a husband. Truth of the matter is that Jack is more then likely going hang before finding his way back to sea and the Black Pearl. Even as he stood staring out the window he could see guards surrounding the house, separating him from his freedom.
"Cant bare to part from me again? I knew you couldn't withstand my charm." Jack answered trying to divert Will from his current train of thought. To Jacks dismay the boy continued unhindered by his feeble attempts to distract him.
"I was thinking, maybe I could come with you. I could work on the Pearl." Wills hopeful chocolate eyes stared up at him, tearing at his soul, begging for acceptance and help.
'You don't know how long iv wished you had done just that and come with me. How can I tell you that I can't even go back myself, it would break your heart to hear it. You may not love me as I do you but if you knew I was to die you would risk your own life for mine and I wont take that risk. I cant.' Jack thought to himself, desperately wishing things had turned out better for both of them and that he wouldn't have to decline Wills request. Luckily at that moment Elizabeth burst through the door.
"Oh Will! You're awake! I would have come sooner but James locked me in my room and the windows are to high to jump from." Despite Jacks newfound dislike of Elizabeth for dismissing Wills love he couldn't help but admire her spunk. As she spoke Elizabeth ran across the room and pulled Will into a gentle hug. "I was so worried." She pulled back and her face grew solemn as she looked at the bandaged wrists she held in her hands. "Why Will?"
Wills mouth moved slightly as if trying to say the words that simply refused to come out. At length his chocolate eyes fell to his pallid, bandaged wrists and he spoke. "I did not think there was anything left for me in this world."
Elizabeth pulled him into another hug and whispered in his ear so that only he could hear. "Everything's O.K now Will, Jack Is back, you have another chance to tell him how you feel, don't let it slip away." She stood and then looked at Jack. "Is there anything you need?" Jack nodded.
"Cold water and towels for his fever and food, anything you think he can eat." Elizabeth disappeared into the hall only to return a little while later with two maids who set down the items. Jack smiled his thanks to her but she did not leave. Instead she gave Jack a huge hug. "Thank you far saving Will." Then in a whisper just for Jacks ears she added. "Talk to him Jack." With a quick kiss to Wills cheek she left the two alone once more.
Jack wasted no time in wetting a towel and putting it on Wills overheated forehead. His fingers lingered lightly on the boys' cheek for a moment before pulling away. Jack sat down on the bed next to Will with another towel in hand.
"Why did you think there was nothing left for you?" Jack inquired softly. As he spoke he noticed that Wills fever had risen noticeably sense he was preoccupied with Elizabeth. In the lull before Will spoke Jack wiped the sweat from the younger mans face, trying not to enjoy the light touch of his fingers caressing bare cheek.
"You saw how I live, what would you do?" Will spoke like someone who had seen more then their share of hardship and was ready to break. Jacks face turned dark at the mention of how he had found his love cold and dieing. It brought back old pains he had never wanted to relive and would have died before having Will live through or even witness.
"I would leave, I was a little younger than you are now when I decided that my life as I knew it was to...dark, so I left. You are strong Will, something else must of added to the pain that was already there or you would not have been so foolish as to have tried to take your own life." Will watched Jack as intently as he could through the fevered fog in his mind. He knew that Jack had actually opened up to him, shared part of the past that he had tried so hard to hide from the world. Jack was looking down at his hands, pretending not to be embarrassed as he showed Will the darkest secrets of his heart.
"My love left me, a life without love is pointless." Jack looked back over at Will and realized that the fever was taking a hold and that the boy would soon fall asleep. His heart ached, talking to the one he loved about love. Will could never love him; he had almost died because of his love for Elizabeth. Despite knowing all this Jack carried on with the conversation pretending like his heart wasn't breaking into a million little pieces.
"Elizabeth didn't leave you. She obviously still loves you, even if it is only a sisterly love." Jack put the towel down and retrieved the bowl of soup brought for Will. "Can you eat?" Will nodded and tried to pull himself into a sitting position. His arms shook with the effort but he was able to balance himself against the pillows. He reached for the bowl but even as he held out his hands for it his arms shook violently. Jack put Wills arms down gently and scooted closer so he could feed Will.
"I love Elizabeth, but only as a sister, she is the closest thing I have to a family. I love her but she is not my love." Will blushed and tried to push away the spoon coming at him but Jack wouldn't have it.
"You need to eat, you will need your strength, sleeping will be pointless unless you have fuel to help repair your body, now eat." Jack brought a spoonful of food to Wills lips and watched him choke it down, careful not to spill any on the boy. "Who is it that you love now?" Jacks heart beat wildly in his chest as he asked the question. Even though he tried to tell himself that Will could never love him his heart refused to listen to logic.
"I...can't say, not yet."
After eating half the soup Will felt he couldn't possibly eat anymore. He felt sick from not being able to tell Jack how he felt towards him and his fever was making him tired. Will shook violently as he pulled the covers around himself he was freezing cold. It was an unnatural cold that reminded him of the he felt just before he had blacked out after slitting his wrists and it scared him. Jack was alive and really did care about him; he didn't want to die anymore, not as long as there was the slightest chance that they could be together.
Jack noticed Wills shivering and found a few extra blankets. When he returned to Will the boy was already half sleep. His shirt clung to sweaty skin that retained its sickeningly pale hue despite the fever. Still trying to convince himself that he wasn't enjoying taking care of Will he pulled back the blankets revealing the slight form. He didn't hesitate pulling Will into his arms and unbuttoning the damp shirt. After he peeled the wet cloth away from Wills fair skin he put the boy back down and added the extra blankets. Still Will shivered violently and twisted in such a way that Jack worried that the day-old wounds would reopen.
"Jack." Wills pained moan disturbed the pirate, he never wanted to hear such pain in his loves voice.
"Will?" half lidded chocolate eyes met his own clear ones and bare arms reached out to him like a child begging to be picked up. Jack gave Will his hand and was pulled down onto the bed with Will snuggling into his arms. After some creative moves Jack got both himself and Will under the blankets. Finally Will stopped twisting and rested peacefully in Jacks arms. It looked as if Jack would be able to watch Will sleep after all.
Jack stared at Will trying to memorize every curve of his face and the way thick eyelashes brushed lightly against soft cheeks as the sunlight played across his face making Will look like an angel at rest. He knew that every moment spent with his love was precious and tried to savor every moment, every breath he spent with Will. The chance of Jack swinging by morning was huge yet still he could not concentrate on finding himself a way out. He was resigned to his fate and was content to hold his love until the fever ran its course so he could leave Will healthy and alive. Only one problem remained, Brown had to die. If Jack had to run through streams of the royal navy's bullets to do it he would kill Brown. No one hurt his Will and lived, if time allowed Brown would wish for death before the end. Even as he planned out a mans death Will still stole away his attention with an unconscious sigh or touch. Although he fought it with all the strength he had left eventually Jack succumbed to sleep.
Elizabeth slipped quietly into the room. She made it to the end of the bed and smiled lovingly at the two occupants. Jack had his arms wrapped protectively around Will whose head rested in the crook of Jacks neck. Ever sense she had found Will crying after Jack left she had known how he felt for the older man and the moment she saw how Jack treated him in return she knew he felt the same. Hopefully they would tell each other before anything else bad happened to them. Elizabeth knew they would never believe her, they were far to foolish to just accept that someone could love them. Elizabeth loved them both dearly but sometimes they were as thick as rocks. With a delighted smile she crept back out of the room.
It wasn't until darkness fell that the two woke up. Will was the first to wake, embarrassed to wake up in Jacks arms but not unhappy about it. He shifted slightly and found that it was more then a little uncomfortable to lye flat on his back thanks to his last encounter with Brown. With a pained yelp he moved back to his side.
Jack woke up at Wills yelp and automatically pulled the boy closer to himself protecting him from an invisible attacker. After finding no one else in the room Jack drew back enough to look at Will. There was a pained expression on his loves face but the sickly shine of fever seemed to have left his eyes.
"You all right?" Will nodded turning pink from embarrassment. "Nothing to be ashamed of love." Jack stroked Wills curly brown hair and tried to go back to sleep but Will kept twisting uncomfortably in his arms. After a minute of twisting Jack pulled Will to his chest efficiently stopping all movement on Wills part.
"If you keep twisting you're going to hurt yourself." Even as he spoke Jack searched for any new sign of injury and found it on the bed sheet in the form of fresh blood. Will had reopened one of the cuts on his wrists. Jack untangled himself and got new bandages from the doctor's bag. Will sat up, his wavy brown hair framing his face perfectly. He looked more like himself now then Jack had seen him yet.
"Consider yourself lucky mate, it would be much worse if you had reopened other wounds." Jack took the slender wrist in his hand and unraveled the bloody cloth.
"I know." Jack looked away from the wrist he was tending to for only a moment to catch a glimpse of sad brown eyes. Jack rebound the wrist without causing any more pain without another word. He had been restraining himself from acting on his feelings just long enough to stop the bleeding.
"He did this more then once?" Jacks voice was harder then he meant it to be and Will flinched a little. Watching the memories of pain and desperation pass over his loves face was enough to break Jacks thin resolve. He pulled Will into his arms protectively, fire burning in his eyes. "Damn him! I swear that I will protect you. I will not let anyone lay a finger on you ever again, his life is mine." The words were a loud growl by the end.
Will watched in awe at the surge of protectiveness running through jack. Ever sense he could remember Will had to watch out for himself. Not once could he remember feeling safe, not even with his mother. He was always the man in the family and had to watch out for himself and his mother. That is why he practiced with his swords for hours every day. But now something had changed, when Jack said that he would protect him Will couldn't help but feel safe.
"I can't go back Jack, even though everything is different now I don't think I can stand to live here any longer." Will confided softly after Jack had calmed down a little.
Until morning they sat, with Will on Jacks lap talking about anything and everything. Jack watched as the color slowly flooded back into Wills skin and the life come back to his eyes. It seemed like nothing could break their little haven, for one shining moment it felt like everything would be all right and that they could handle anything. Then it all came crashing down around them, the fragile illusion of peace shattering like glass falling on unforgiving earth.
Norington and several of his guards burst into the room, all with their guns fixed on Jack.
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The bright Caribbean sun floated in the widows and lit Wills graceful features but he did not stir. Jack was the first to wake, unsettled by the stillness of the ground beneath him. Jack was a pirate through and through, he felt at home at sea, he never slept long it on dry land, it just didn't feel right. Jack was vaguely surprised at the warm body in his arms, but soon remembered what had transpired before he fell asleep.
Jack was all set to spend the day watching his William sleep, eyes fluttering lightly, light playing across his face, but not a half hour passed before Will woke to find warm chocolate eyes gazing into his own.
"J-Jack?" Will mumbled rubbing the sleep from his eyes, not really believing what he saw.
"Aye lad, its me." Jack couldn't help but smile as Will looked up at him like a he were watching a bottle of run get up and start to dance. Will adopted a face that looked painfully like a lost child and buried his face in Jacks chest.
Jack was surprised with the boy's reaction but not at all unhappy. He let Will mumble incoherently into his shirt as he reached down and stroked his wavy brown hair lightly. After long minutes Will pulled back, embarrassment written all over his face.
"I am sorry jack, I just...Jack?" Will stopped his mumbled apology when he saw Jacks scrutinizing look. After a moment Jack seemed to have found what he was looking for. His swaggering style back full tilt Jack reached out a hand in a very Jack-like manner to Wills forehead. Will blushed at the touch and looked down at his lap only to realize that he was practically lying on top of Jack. Even more embarrassed then he had been before he looked back into Jacks amused face.
"You have a fever, a high one." Jack nodded agreeing with himself. "Lie down and go back to sleep I don't want to see you get any sicker."
"I feel fine." Will knew that he was not entirely fine but he couldn't let Jack think he was so weak. He reconsidered as Jack pushed him back down onto the bed with a strong hand on his chest. Being weak in front of Jack wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been; besides the constant touches from the pirate was a definite plus.
"You get up and I guarantee you'll faint, I'm not cleaning up any more blood and there are far to many things to fall on in here." Jack pulled himself out of the bed and tucked the covers around Will lovingly, much like a mother would do for a sick child. Will didn't protest but he didn't try to sleep either.
Will watched as Jack slandered over to the large bay windows and looked out to sea. There were a million questions floating through his mind and after long debate he finally chose one to start with. Too bad his mouth decided to work of its own accord and ruin all of his planning.
"Why are you here Jack?" Will lifted himself onto his elbows to get a better view of the pirate, feeling the light dizziness caused by the movement and lack of blood. Jack turned around and smiled at him.
"It's a good thing I am here. Otherwise you wouldn't be here either." Will looked shocked.
"You mean you are the one that saved me?"
"Aye, several times in fact." Jack nodded to the doctor's knife still implanted in the wall from where he had thrown it the night before. Wills eyes grew wide as he stared at the blade.
"Jack I..." not for the first time that day Will found himself at a lack for words. "Thank you." In response Jack just nodded and turned to look back out to sea. "How long are you going to stay here?"
Unnoticed by Will, Jack swallowed uncomfortably. The truth was that Jack didn't think he was leaving. As soon as Norington thought Will fit he would have Jack hung. The commodore was a decent man despite the fact that he was a man of the law, but walking into the mans house was definitely pushing it. Jack had escaped worse situations before, being the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow and all, but always with help from others. In all the tales of adventure and magic starring Jack one major detail was always left out, without his friends he would have died a hundred times over. To bad for Jack the only people in Port Royal who would help him are Will and Elizabeth. Jack was sure that they would both do anything they could to help him but Will was far to injured to do anything but get himself hurt and Elizabeth was being watched like a hawk by her bloody commodore of a husband. Truth of the matter is that Jack is more then likely going hang before finding his way back to sea and the Black Pearl. Even as he stood staring out the window he could see guards surrounding the house, separating him from his freedom.
"Cant bare to part from me again? I knew you couldn't withstand my charm." Jack answered trying to divert Will from his current train of thought. To Jacks dismay the boy continued unhindered by his feeble attempts to distract him.
"I was thinking, maybe I could come with you. I could work on the Pearl." Wills hopeful chocolate eyes stared up at him, tearing at his soul, begging for acceptance and help.
'You don't know how long iv wished you had done just that and come with me. How can I tell you that I can't even go back myself, it would break your heart to hear it. You may not love me as I do you but if you knew I was to die you would risk your own life for mine and I wont take that risk. I cant.' Jack thought to himself, desperately wishing things had turned out better for both of them and that he wouldn't have to decline Wills request. Luckily at that moment Elizabeth burst through the door.
"Oh Will! You're awake! I would have come sooner but James locked me in my room and the windows are to high to jump from." Despite Jacks newfound dislike of Elizabeth for dismissing Wills love he couldn't help but admire her spunk. As she spoke Elizabeth ran across the room and pulled Will into a gentle hug. "I was so worried." She pulled back and her face grew solemn as she looked at the bandaged wrists she held in her hands. "Why Will?"
Wills mouth moved slightly as if trying to say the words that simply refused to come out. At length his chocolate eyes fell to his pallid, bandaged wrists and he spoke. "I did not think there was anything left for me in this world."
Elizabeth pulled him into another hug and whispered in his ear so that only he could hear. "Everything's O.K now Will, Jack Is back, you have another chance to tell him how you feel, don't let it slip away." She stood and then looked at Jack. "Is there anything you need?" Jack nodded.
"Cold water and towels for his fever and food, anything you think he can eat." Elizabeth disappeared into the hall only to return a little while later with two maids who set down the items. Jack smiled his thanks to her but she did not leave. Instead she gave Jack a huge hug. "Thank you far saving Will." Then in a whisper just for Jacks ears she added. "Talk to him Jack." With a quick kiss to Wills cheek she left the two alone once more.
Jack wasted no time in wetting a towel and putting it on Wills overheated forehead. His fingers lingered lightly on the boys' cheek for a moment before pulling away. Jack sat down on the bed next to Will with another towel in hand.
"Why did you think there was nothing left for you?" Jack inquired softly. As he spoke he noticed that Wills fever had risen noticeably sense he was preoccupied with Elizabeth. In the lull before Will spoke Jack wiped the sweat from the younger mans face, trying not to enjoy the light touch of his fingers caressing bare cheek.
"You saw how I live, what would you do?" Will spoke like someone who had seen more then their share of hardship and was ready to break. Jacks face turned dark at the mention of how he had found his love cold and dieing. It brought back old pains he had never wanted to relive and would have died before having Will live through or even witness.
"I would leave, I was a little younger than you are now when I decided that my life as I knew it was to...dark, so I left. You are strong Will, something else must of added to the pain that was already there or you would not have been so foolish as to have tried to take your own life." Will watched Jack as intently as he could through the fevered fog in his mind. He knew that Jack had actually opened up to him, shared part of the past that he had tried so hard to hide from the world. Jack was looking down at his hands, pretending not to be embarrassed as he showed Will the darkest secrets of his heart.
"My love left me, a life without love is pointless." Jack looked back over at Will and realized that the fever was taking a hold and that the boy would soon fall asleep. His heart ached, talking to the one he loved about love. Will could never love him; he had almost died because of his love for Elizabeth. Despite knowing all this Jack carried on with the conversation pretending like his heart wasn't breaking into a million little pieces.
"Elizabeth didn't leave you. She obviously still loves you, even if it is only a sisterly love." Jack put the towel down and retrieved the bowl of soup brought for Will. "Can you eat?" Will nodded and tried to pull himself into a sitting position. His arms shook with the effort but he was able to balance himself against the pillows. He reached for the bowl but even as he held out his hands for it his arms shook violently. Jack put Wills arms down gently and scooted closer so he could feed Will.
"I love Elizabeth, but only as a sister, she is the closest thing I have to a family. I love her but she is not my love." Will blushed and tried to push away the spoon coming at him but Jack wouldn't have it.
"You need to eat, you will need your strength, sleeping will be pointless unless you have fuel to help repair your body, now eat." Jack brought a spoonful of food to Wills lips and watched him choke it down, careful not to spill any on the boy. "Who is it that you love now?" Jacks heart beat wildly in his chest as he asked the question. Even though he tried to tell himself that Will could never love him his heart refused to listen to logic.
"I...can't say, not yet."
After eating half the soup Will felt he couldn't possibly eat anymore. He felt sick from not being able to tell Jack how he felt towards him and his fever was making him tired. Will shook violently as he pulled the covers around himself he was freezing cold. It was an unnatural cold that reminded him of the he felt just before he had blacked out after slitting his wrists and it scared him. Jack was alive and really did care about him; he didn't want to die anymore, not as long as there was the slightest chance that they could be together.
Jack noticed Wills shivering and found a few extra blankets. When he returned to Will the boy was already half sleep. His shirt clung to sweaty skin that retained its sickeningly pale hue despite the fever. Still trying to convince himself that he wasn't enjoying taking care of Will he pulled back the blankets revealing the slight form. He didn't hesitate pulling Will into his arms and unbuttoning the damp shirt. After he peeled the wet cloth away from Wills fair skin he put the boy back down and added the extra blankets. Still Will shivered violently and twisted in such a way that Jack worried that the day-old wounds would reopen.
"Jack." Wills pained moan disturbed the pirate, he never wanted to hear such pain in his loves voice.
"Will?" half lidded chocolate eyes met his own clear ones and bare arms reached out to him like a child begging to be picked up. Jack gave Will his hand and was pulled down onto the bed with Will snuggling into his arms. After some creative moves Jack got both himself and Will under the blankets. Finally Will stopped twisting and rested peacefully in Jacks arms. It looked as if Jack would be able to watch Will sleep after all.
Jack stared at Will trying to memorize every curve of his face and the way thick eyelashes brushed lightly against soft cheeks as the sunlight played across his face making Will look like an angel at rest. He knew that every moment spent with his love was precious and tried to savor every moment, every breath he spent with Will. The chance of Jack swinging by morning was huge yet still he could not concentrate on finding himself a way out. He was resigned to his fate and was content to hold his love until the fever ran its course so he could leave Will healthy and alive. Only one problem remained, Brown had to die. If Jack had to run through streams of the royal navy's bullets to do it he would kill Brown. No one hurt his Will and lived, if time allowed Brown would wish for death before the end. Even as he planned out a mans death Will still stole away his attention with an unconscious sigh or touch. Although he fought it with all the strength he had left eventually Jack succumbed to sleep.
Elizabeth slipped quietly into the room. She made it to the end of the bed and smiled lovingly at the two occupants. Jack had his arms wrapped protectively around Will whose head rested in the crook of Jacks neck. Ever sense she had found Will crying after Jack left she had known how he felt for the older man and the moment she saw how Jack treated him in return she knew he felt the same. Hopefully they would tell each other before anything else bad happened to them. Elizabeth knew they would never believe her, they were far to foolish to just accept that someone could love them. Elizabeth loved them both dearly but sometimes they were as thick as rocks. With a delighted smile she crept back out of the room.
It wasn't until darkness fell that the two woke up. Will was the first to wake, embarrassed to wake up in Jacks arms but not unhappy about it. He shifted slightly and found that it was more then a little uncomfortable to lye flat on his back thanks to his last encounter with Brown. With a pained yelp he moved back to his side.
Jack woke up at Wills yelp and automatically pulled the boy closer to himself protecting him from an invisible attacker. After finding no one else in the room Jack drew back enough to look at Will. There was a pained expression on his loves face but the sickly shine of fever seemed to have left his eyes.
"You all right?" Will nodded turning pink from embarrassment. "Nothing to be ashamed of love." Jack stroked Wills curly brown hair and tried to go back to sleep but Will kept twisting uncomfortably in his arms. After a minute of twisting Jack pulled Will to his chest efficiently stopping all movement on Wills part.
"If you keep twisting you're going to hurt yourself." Even as he spoke Jack searched for any new sign of injury and found it on the bed sheet in the form of fresh blood. Will had reopened one of the cuts on his wrists. Jack untangled himself and got new bandages from the doctor's bag. Will sat up, his wavy brown hair framing his face perfectly. He looked more like himself now then Jack had seen him yet.
"Consider yourself lucky mate, it would be much worse if you had reopened other wounds." Jack took the slender wrist in his hand and unraveled the bloody cloth.
"I know." Jack looked away from the wrist he was tending to for only a moment to catch a glimpse of sad brown eyes. Jack rebound the wrist without causing any more pain without another word. He had been restraining himself from acting on his feelings just long enough to stop the bleeding.
"He did this more then once?" Jacks voice was harder then he meant it to be and Will flinched a little. Watching the memories of pain and desperation pass over his loves face was enough to break Jacks thin resolve. He pulled Will into his arms protectively, fire burning in his eyes. "Damn him! I swear that I will protect you. I will not let anyone lay a finger on you ever again, his life is mine." The words were a loud growl by the end.
Will watched in awe at the surge of protectiveness running through jack. Ever sense he could remember Will had to watch out for himself. Not once could he remember feeling safe, not even with his mother. He was always the man in the family and had to watch out for himself and his mother. That is why he practiced with his swords for hours every day. But now something had changed, when Jack said that he would protect him Will couldn't help but feel safe.
"I can't go back Jack, even though everything is different now I don't think I can stand to live here any longer." Will confided softly after Jack had calmed down a little.
Until morning they sat, with Will on Jacks lap talking about anything and everything. Jack watched as the color slowly flooded back into Wills skin and the life come back to his eyes. It seemed like nothing could break their little haven, for one shining moment it felt like everything would be all right and that they could handle anything. Then it all came crashing down around them, the fragile illusion of peace shattering like glass falling on unforgiving earth.
Norington and several of his guards burst into the room, all with their guns fixed on Jack.
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Think I was joking with the picture thing? Nope! Here is the link I made it myself, just click an album, there are some good pics from the premier.
Thank you everyone who reviewed! You guys rule! Please review!