Author's note: I love Will in this chapter he's sooo nice! I can't describe
it, it's late I'll post as soon as I can I promise! Oh and I heard that one
of you put me on fav authors. THANK YOU THAT MEANS SO MUCH! Ok I'll stop
wasting your precious reading time!
Elizabeth sunk against the bathroom door, utterly confused and alone, her behaviour a complete mystery to her and Will's behaviour even more so. How could he have done . THAT! He wasn't supposed to be kissing her, he was supposed to be pining over Elizabeth, that was simple, that was easy. He would pine over her and Elizabeth would pine over him and he would leave and she would be unhappy and that was the way it would work. He couldn't like her; it didn't work that way, not in the movies! She didn't know what to do. He couldn't stay there anymore. It was too complicated, everything was too complicated, she had to work through this. But she couldn't if Will was continuously knocking on the door!
"Go away Will!" she yelled through the door rather fiercely.
"If that is what you wish Miss Cartwright, I'll take my things and leave you." The sadness in Will's voice nearly crippled Elizabeth, and then she realised exactly what he was saying.
Frantically she poked her head out of the bathroom and yelled at Will who was picking up his effects in the living room, "Are you Crazy! You may be being tracked by agents you can't leave!" She said as she slammed the door and locked herself in the bathroom once more.
"But Elizabeth, what do you want me to do?!" came Will's confused and hopeless response.
Elizabeth was still completely confused, but the idea of Will wandering the streets aimlessly scared her more than her confusion.
"Umm. just go back to practising?" Elizabeth was trying to think of a reason to keep him there.
"I think we need to talk about this Elizabeth." Will was once more standing against the door on the other side, Elizabeth could almost feel his presence there and it saddened her
"I can't talk right now, I have to figure this out." Elizabeth sunk down on the floor once more as she racked her mind to come up with a way to get through this.
But did she even want to get through this? I mean why shouldn't she just open the door, fling her arms around a waiting and apparently willing Will, and kiss him to her hearts content, which would be for a very, VERY long time. She sighed involuntarily, and touched her lips where his had been just been minutes before, wincing slightly at her cut which had decided to heal over. And then caught herself. She had to stick to the facts.
Fact one: Will loved Elizabeth (Swann NOT Cartwright!) fact two: Elizabeth (Cartwright and Swann) loved Will, fact three: Will believed that he loved Elizabeth (Cartwright, not Swann) when in fact he loved Elizabeth (Swann, not Cartwright) while BOTH Elizabeth's (Swann and Cartwright) were incredibly in love with him and only one Elizabeth (preferably Cartwright but not, so Swann) could have him in the end. That was where it got confusing, fact three (which was really a combination of facts one and two) and the fact that Will would have to go back to Elizabeth Swann (he was already with Cartwright). Elizabeth sighed inwardly again, this time out of frustration. What was she going to do? She realised that in order to keep Will safe she would have to explain to him why he had to stay with her, while not actually 'staying' with her. She breathed deeply, screwed all of the courage that she had into controlling her raging hormones and slowly opened the door.
And was promptly accosted by Will and his soft, waiting lips. Dang that man, he was kissing her again! Elizabeth was momentarily rushed away in a sweet dream of pirate's kisses before releasing all of her previously placed courage and pushing Will away.
"Stop doing that!" she scolded. "Or I'll belt you again!" She raised her hand as a warning and Will backed away quickly.
"But Elizabeth, I'm sure that before, when."
"Before will not be happening again!" came Elizabeth's firm response, outwardly anyway, inwardly she was still reeling from her second kiss.
"But." Will tried to cut in and explain himself away, but to Elizabeth it was merely a failing attempt to get back to her lips.
"But nothing! Now sit on the be. COUCH and listen to me!" Elizabeth's control was waning, she knew it, so she was glad when Will ceased any further advances and sat down on the couch, looking downcast and rejected.
"Now cut that out!" she said as his puppy brown eyes threatened to melt her firm resolve.
"What now!" Will said bewildered.
"Look, stop feeling sorry for yourself man cause it becomes you too well to keep me focused." Elizabeth said as she began to pace back and forth.
"Excuse me?" Will said.
"You heard me pretty boy," Elizabeth said reciting the first lines that came into her mind.
"Elizabeth I really think that you should." Will started as he began to rise out of the chair.
"DOWN BOY!" came Elizabeth's swift response.
"Yes ma'am," Will said as he sat down and tried to paste on the most neutral expression he could come up with, it vaguely resembled a sneer.
"Okay, here's the deal," Elizabeth began wasting no further time. "You don't love me."
"Excuse me! You have no right to decide who I love!" Came Will's quick response.
"And YOU are not going to interrupt with any further comments if you wish to keep your. valuable treasure." Elizabeth said threatening Will with a silencing glare.
"But." and then Will realised the threat behind the comment and remained silent.
"Thank you." Elizabeth said as she began pacing across the room once more. "As I was saying, you do not love me, you love Elizabeth. Swann, you love Miss Swann." Elizabeth paused to figure the wording for her next sentence, and took a quick look at Will, who was sitting on the couch in a stupor of thought. That was a mistake as it distracted and muddled her thinking even more.
"Now what you're experiencing is commonly referred to as rebound," she continued clumsily. "You love Elizabeth, but you can't have her, so the next breathing female to show you attention. that would be me." Elizabeth cringed slightly as she referred to herself in such a way but kept going none the less.
"You fall head over heels for, in an attempt to sooth the wounds created when you drifted from your last relationship. So, what your feeling for me. while natural is NOT what we want, considering that both of us should be focusing on how to get you back into the movie before anyone notices that the star of Pirates of the Caribbean is mysteriously nowhere to be found!" Elizabeth finished and sat down on the bed in a huff, debating silently whether she wanted Will to understand.
"I understand," said Will hesitantly, his 'valuable treasure' on the line.
"Good," said Elizabeth relieved. and a little disappointed that Will would no longer be flying at her.
"But what I don't understand is why you have taken so long to tell me, if you are truly not interested, why not just tell me from the beginning?" Elizabeth had hoped he wouldn't have caught onto that fact.
"Don't think I didn't try!" she started quickly, and then stopped and decided to tell the truth in order to clear up any misconceptions. "It's just that, when you're not used to that sort of attention and you don't expect it from anyone, especially a handsome dashing pirate. And then he tries to. well, you know," she smiled slightly but was too afraid to look up and watch Will's expression as her face turned crimson red.
She held her breath as she heard Will get up from the couch and join her on the bed, debating with herself whether or not she would slap him if he tried to kiss her again. She was tempted to initiate the kiss herself but withdrew as she heard his soft voice.
"I am sorry Elizabeth, if I have offended you, but do not think forever that you will not be getting used to 'that sort of attention' because you are worthy of it," he said as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, say's the rebound guy." She retorted with a smile as she finally regained the courage to look him in the face.
"Don't think Elizabeth, that because I am apparently 'on the rebound' I don't have wit enough to realise a charming, kind and beautiful woman when I see one," Will said seriously, as he moved back to the couch, increasing the distance between them, and sealing his resolve to no longer pounce on her.
It was a good thing too, because at that moment Elizabeth had almost been ready to pounce on him herself.
*****
"Ok, Umm let's get back to work," Elizabeth said as she rose and once again moved to sit at the computer screen.
Will continued to sit on the couch and ponder over the events that had just taken place. He was a disgrace to his upbringing; he'd just shamed Elizabeth, and himself. Mind you, he was half-Pirate, that kind of un- bridled passion was a part of him. Still, he had just forced himself on a woman who had no desire for him. Well that was not entirely true either, Will could sense the desire in Elizabeth every time they were close together, it was that feeling which had driven him to kiss her again, but again she had driven him off. Why was he being so rash? Could Elizabeth's analysis of his feelings be correct? Could he only be pursuing this because he could no longer have His Elizabeth? He winced as he thought of her, he had lost her that day, he feared before that he would lose her to the Pirates only to be betrayed when she promised herself to the Commodore. He was sure that if he had only told her how he felt that she would have stayed with him.
Then Will realized that This Elizabeth was right. His rash actions were given to the fact that he could not bear to let another Elizabeth slip through his fingers. His emotions were not felt out of love or loyalty, but out of lust and pride. He did not care about her, not in the way she deserved, he only wanted to make sure that she didn't leave him alone. He sighed and leaned forward on his hand, continuing to debase himself for his foolery and selfishness. He then caught a whiff of Elizabeth typing on her computer not more than a foot away, and reeled.
Now it wasn't the scent itself that sent him reeling, but the implications behind it all, which made Will almost lose control again. Will was a man of the earth, he listened, viewed, felt and even smelt the world around him with the utmost of care, he had to. A swordfight required observation of all those things, the balance between light and shadow, the glint of the sun off steel, the feel of the ground beneath his feet and the scent of blood on his or an opponents sword could all make a difference in the outcome of a match, if a trained man could sense it. And Will Turner's trained mind was sensing something now.
Elizabeth was still covered in the remains of the potted plant from the battle in the alleyway, and so had a deep earthy smell. Will picked that up almost immediately along with the sweat, to most this would be unpleasant, but to Will it signalled hard work and dedication, to him. He smelled the fresh scent of her deodorant, reapplied countless times last night in an effort to crack that computer, for him. And most recently the scent of blood and tears, made in the alleyway and then back in the apartment, by him. By his stupidity and lack of self-control. He looked up at Elizabeth's face and noticed a small cut across her lip, made during the fight no doubt, when he had failed to protect her, which had since healed over. He looked at where the blood had marred her lips, where his had no doubt broken and caused even more pain, all due to his selfish desires.
That mark of blood offended him more than any other ever had, it did not deserve to be their, on her soft and beautiful lips. It symbolized a pain and suffering that Elizabeth never deserved to feel again, and its presence was a disgrace to her. So Will decided to change that, gingerly he licked his thumb and moved to remove the offensive spot from her perfect lips.
He had scarcely done so when Elizabeth, upon feeling his soft touch, jumped about three feet in the air, smacked her knee against the computer desk and whirled on Will with a look that could only be described as a cross between frustration and confusion.
"Will!" she screamed at him as she hoped around the computer from the pain in her knee. "What the heck do you think you're doing?"
Will suddenly realized what he was doing and more importantly was he was just thinking and feeling, he had just done it again! Again he had let his desires get in the way of his proper behaviour and had caused further injury upon Elizabeth. Frantically he tried to find something to break the tension and explain his rash actions.
"It is just that.umm. you look terrible!" was all that he could cough out. He winced at his stupidity.
"Oh that's just beautiful," came Elizabeth's sarcastic response.
"Umm what I meant to say was you really should get out of those clothes." Again, not the most brilliant thing to say.
"EXCUSE ME!" came Elizabeth's shocked response.
"You need to take a bath!" Will decided to rush on before Elizabeth could comprehend what he was saying. "I mean you have been unable to sleep in two days and you haven't been taking care of yourself, you should really try and relax. Once you have taken a shower and maybe a short rest you can continue. I was not insinuating anything I swear." He felt pathetic, he looked pathetic, but he looked darn good when he looked pathetic so Elizabeth forgave him.
"I guess you're right," Elizabeth said as she sighed and sat on the bed opposite Will. "I am kinda tired." She let herself relax and Will noticed the effect all of the added pressure was having on her, her bright eyes were tired and lifeless and her bright smile was replaced with a sagging expression. It only made him love her more.
"You go freshen up, I will cook you something and you can come out and be fresh and clean and then have a nice rest." Will said as he took her hand and led her to the bath, as a father would lead a small child.
"That'd be nice," said Elizabeth as she yawned slightly. Then her eyes perked up slightly and she began to move towards the door. "Umm I bought some stuff for you today, a new set of clothes if you wanted them, and a paper, just let me go get them." Elizabeth moved toward the door, but Will stopped her.
"No, you just stay here, I'll go get it," Will said, and before she could protest was out the door.
*****
Elizabeth was tired, the past two days had finally caught up to her and she needed a break. She was grateful to Will for pointing it out, but could've thought of a better way to introduce the topic. She chuckled slightly at the look on his face when she had whirled around and yelled at him, he had looked so clueless, it was adorable. he was adorable. Elizabeth smacked herself upside the head mentally for dreaming about him. That wasn't helpful, she had to focus on decrypting the computer, she only had six days before he left, she had to use every minute of it if she wanted to do the right thing and send him home.
Still, he was adorable. But any further daydreams were ceased as Will returned, complete with the bag and a downcast look on his face. Elizabeth thought immediately that he had been seen.
"What is it Will?" she said frantically. "Were you seen, who saw you, what's going on?"
Will looked up sadly,
"Six days," he said plainly as he held up the paper.
"Yes," Elizabeth said as she tried to be as positive as possible, her heart broke as she saw how disappointed he was at the lack of time they had together. "In six days you will be home again, where you belong. So that's why we need to focus, we don't have a lot of time left." Elizabeth sensed that she wasn't helping any so decided to change the subject.
"So did you find the clothes I bought you?" she asked as she moved to her closet and pulled out a change of clothes and a fresh towel.
"Umm. yes," Will said rather sheepishly.
"Do you think they'll fit?" she asked innocently as she closed the closet once more.
"Umm. yes, thank you, I just had one question," Elizabeth was puzzled to look up and see Will's blushing face.
"Yeah?" she asked, still not comprehending his embarrassment.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" he said as he held up the dreaded boxer/briefs.
Elizabeth went from blissful ignorance to dreaded realization, the moment she purchased the dreaded undergarments running through her mind at first painfully slow, and then fast forwarded to her present situation. She didn't know whether her face went ghostly pale or crimson red, but suspected it did a bit of both. Frantically she tried to think of some excuse, any excuse she had left. She failed.
"I'll see you in a bit," she cried as she dashed into the bathroom.
Theirs was an interesting relationship.
Elizabeth sunk against the bathroom door, utterly confused and alone, her behaviour a complete mystery to her and Will's behaviour even more so. How could he have done . THAT! He wasn't supposed to be kissing her, he was supposed to be pining over Elizabeth, that was simple, that was easy. He would pine over her and Elizabeth would pine over him and he would leave and she would be unhappy and that was the way it would work. He couldn't like her; it didn't work that way, not in the movies! She didn't know what to do. He couldn't stay there anymore. It was too complicated, everything was too complicated, she had to work through this. But she couldn't if Will was continuously knocking on the door!
"Go away Will!" she yelled through the door rather fiercely.
"If that is what you wish Miss Cartwright, I'll take my things and leave you." The sadness in Will's voice nearly crippled Elizabeth, and then she realised exactly what he was saying.
Frantically she poked her head out of the bathroom and yelled at Will who was picking up his effects in the living room, "Are you Crazy! You may be being tracked by agents you can't leave!" She said as she slammed the door and locked herself in the bathroom once more.
"But Elizabeth, what do you want me to do?!" came Will's confused and hopeless response.
Elizabeth was still completely confused, but the idea of Will wandering the streets aimlessly scared her more than her confusion.
"Umm. just go back to practising?" Elizabeth was trying to think of a reason to keep him there.
"I think we need to talk about this Elizabeth." Will was once more standing against the door on the other side, Elizabeth could almost feel his presence there and it saddened her
"I can't talk right now, I have to figure this out." Elizabeth sunk down on the floor once more as she racked her mind to come up with a way to get through this.
But did she even want to get through this? I mean why shouldn't she just open the door, fling her arms around a waiting and apparently willing Will, and kiss him to her hearts content, which would be for a very, VERY long time. She sighed involuntarily, and touched her lips where his had been just been minutes before, wincing slightly at her cut which had decided to heal over. And then caught herself. She had to stick to the facts.
Fact one: Will loved Elizabeth (Swann NOT Cartwright!) fact two: Elizabeth (Cartwright and Swann) loved Will, fact three: Will believed that he loved Elizabeth (Cartwright, not Swann) when in fact he loved Elizabeth (Swann, not Cartwright) while BOTH Elizabeth's (Swann and Cartwright) were incredibly in love with him and only one Elizabeth (preferably Cartwright but not, so Swann) could have him in the end. That was where it got confusing, fact three (which was really a combination of facts one and two) and the fact that Will would have to go back to Elizabeth Swann (he was already with Cartwright). Elizabeth sighed inwardly again, this time out of frustration. What was she going to do? She realised that in order to keep Will safe she would have to explain to him why he had to stay with her, while not actually 'staying' with her. She breathed deeply, screwed all of the courage that she had into controlling her raging hormones and slowly opened the door.
And was promptly accosted by Will and his soft, waiting lips. Dang that man, he was kissing her again! Elizabeth was momentarily rushed away in a sweet dream of pirate's kisses before releasing all of her previously placed courage and pushing Will away.
"Stop doing that!" she scolded. "Or I'll belt you again!" She raised her hand as a warning and Will backed away quickly.
"But Elizabeth, I'm sure that before, when."
"Before will not be happening again!" came Elizabeth's firm response, outwardly anyway, inwardly she was still reeling from her second kiss.
"But." Will tried to cut in and explain himself away, but to Elizabeth it was merely a failing attempt to get back to her lips.
"But nothing! Now sit on the be. COUCH and listen to me!" Elizabeth's control was waning, she knew it, so she was glad when Will ceased any further advances and sat down on the couch, looking downcast and rejected.
"Now cut that out!" she said as his puppy brown eyes threatened to melt her firm resolve.
"What now!" Will said bewildered.
"Look, stop feeling sorry for yourself man cause it becomes you too well to keep me focused." Elizabeth said as she began to pace back and forth.
"Excuse me?" Will said.
"You heard me pretty boy," Elizabeth said reciting the first lines that came into her mind.
"Elizabeth I really think that you should." Will started as he began to rise out of the chair.
"DOWN BOY!" came Elizabeth's swift response.
"Yes ma'am," Will said as he sat down and tried to paste on the most neutral expression he could come up with, it vaguely resembled a sneer.
"Okay, here's the deal," Elizabeth began wasting no further time. "You don't love me."
"Excuse me! You have no right to decide who I love!" Came Will's quick response.
"And YOU are not going to interrupt with any further comments if you wish to keep your. valuable treasure." Elizabeth said threatening Will with a silencing glare.
"But." and then Will realised the threat behind the comment and remained silent.
"Thank you." Elizabeth said as she began pacing across the room once more. "As I was saying, you do not love me, you love Elizabeth. Swann, you love Miss Swann." Elizabeth paused to figure the wording for her next sentence, and took a quick look at Will, who was sitting on the couch in a stupor of thought. That was a mistake as it distracted and muddled her thinking even more.
"Now what you're experiencing is commonly referred to as rebound," she continued clumsily. "You love Elizabeth, but you can't have her, so the next breathing female to show you attention. that would be me." Elizabeth cringed slightly as she referred to herself in such a way but kept going none the less.
"You fall head over heels for, in an attempt to sooth the wounds created when you drifted from your last relationship. So, what your feeling for me. while natural is NOT what we want, considering that both of us should be focusing on how to get you back into the movie before anyone notices that the star of Pirates of the Caribbean is mysteriously nowhere to be found!" Elizabeth finished and sat down on the bed in a huff, debating silently whether she wanted Will to understand.
"I understand," said Will hesitantly, his 'valuable treasure' on the line.
"Good," said Elizabeth relieved. and a little disappointed that Will would no longer be flying at her.
"But what I don't understand is why you have taken so long to tell me, if you are truly not interested, why not just tell me from the beginning?" Elizabeth had hoped he wouldn't have caught onto that fact.
"Don't think I didn't try!" she started quickly, and then stopped and decided to tell the truth in order to clear up any misconceptions. "It's just that, when you're not used to that sort of attention and you don't expect it from anyone, especially a handsome dashing pirate. And then he tries to. well, you know," she smiled slightly but was too afraid to look up and watch Will's expression as her face turned crimson red.
She held her breath as she heard Will get up from the couch and join her on the bed, debating with herself whether or not she would slap him if he tried to kiss her again. She was tempted to initiate the kiss herself but withdrew as she heard his soft voice.
"I am sorry Elizabeth, if I have offended you, but do not think forever that you will not be getting used to 'that sort of attention' because you are worthy of it," he said as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, say's the rebound guy." She retorted with a smile as she finally regained the courage to look him in the face.
"Don't think Elizabeth, that because I am apparently 'on the rebound' I don't have wit enough to realise a charming, kind and beautiful woman when I see one," Will said seriously, as he moved back to the couch, increasing the distance between them, and sealing his resolve to no longer pounce on her.
It was a good thing too, because at that moment Elizabeth had almost been ready to pounce on him herself.
*****
"Ok, Umm let's get back to work," Elizabeth said as she rose and once again moved to sit at the computer screen.
Will continued to sit on the couch and ponder over the events that had just taken place. He was a disgrace to his upbringing; he'd just shamed Elizabeth, and himself. Mind you, he was half-Pirate, that kind of un- bridled passion was a part of him. Still, he had just forced himself on a woman who had no desire for him. Well that was not entirely true either, Will could sense the desire in Elizabeth every time they were close together, it was that feeling which had driven him to kiss her again, but again she had driven him off. Why was he being so rash? Could Elizabeth's analysis of his feelings be correct? Could he only be pursuing this because he could no longer have His Elizabeth? He winced as he thought of her, he had lost her that day, he feared before that he would lose her to the Pirates only to be betrayed when she promised herself to the Commodore. He was sure that if he had only told her how he felt that she would have stayed with him.
Then Will realized that This Elizabeth was right. His rash actions were given to the fact that he could not bear to let another Elizabeth slip through his fingers. His emotions were not felt out of love or loyalty, but out of lust and pride. He did not care about her, not in the way she deserved, he only wanted to make sure that she didn't leave him alone. He sighed and leaned forward on his hand, continuing to debase himself for his foolery and selfishness. He then caught a whiff of Elizabeth typing on her computer not more than a foot away, and reeled.
Now it wasn't the scent itself that sent him reeling, but the implications behind it all, which made Will almost lose control again. Will was a man of the earth, he listened, viewed, felt and even smelt the world around him with the utmost of care, he had to. A swordfight required observation of all those things, the balance between light and shadow, the glint of the sun off steel, the feel of the ground beneath his feet and the scent of blood on his or an opponents sword could all make a difference in the outcome of a match, if a trained man could sense it. And Will Turner's trained mind was sensing something now.
Elizabeth was still covered in the remains of the potted plant from the battle in the alleyway, and so had a deep earthy smell. Will picked that up almost immediately along with the sweat, to most this would be unpleasant, but to Will it signalled hard work and dedication, to him. He smelled the fresh scent of her deodorant, reapplied countless times last night in an effort to crack that computer, for him. And most recently the scent of blood and tears, made in the alleyway and then back in the apartment, by him. By his stupidity and lack of self-control. He looked up at Elizabeth's face and noticed a small cut across her lip, made during the fight no doubt, when he had failed to protect her, which had since healed over. He looked at where the blood had marred her lips, where his had no doubt broken and caused even more pain, all due to his selfish desires.
That mark of blood offended him more than any other ever had, it did not deserve to be their, on her soft and beautiful lips. It symbolized a pain and suffering that Elizabeth never deserved to feel again, and its presence was a disgrace to her. So Will decided to change that, gingerly he licked his thumb and moved to remove the offensive spot from her perfect lips.
He had scarcely done so when Elizabeth, upon feeling his soft touch, jumped about three feet in the air, smacked her knee against the computer desk and whirled on Will with a look that could only be described as a cross between frustration and confusion.
"Will!" she screamed at him as she hoped around the computer from the pain in her knee. "What the heck do you think you're doing?"
Will suddenly realized what he was doing and more importantly was he was just thinking and feeling, he had just done it again! Again he had let his desires get in the way of his proper behaviour and had caused further injury upon Elizabeth. Frantically he tried to find something to break the tension and explain his rash actions.
"It is just that.umm. you look terrible!" was all that he could cough out. He winced at his stupidity.
"Oh that's just beautiful," came Elizabeth's sarcastic response.
"Umm what I meant to say was you really should get out of those clothes." Again, not the most brilliant thing to say.
"EXCUSE ME!" came Elizabeth's shocked response.
"You need to take a bath!" Will decided to rush on before Elizabeth could comprehend what he was saying. "I mean you have been unable to sleep in two days and you haven't been taking care of yourself, you should really try and relax. Once you have taken a shower and maybe a short rest you can continue. I was not insinuating anything I swear." He felt pathetic, he looked pathetic, but he looked darn good when he looked pathetic so Elizabeth forgave him.
"I guess you're right," Elizabeth said as she sighed and sat on the bed opposite Will. "I am kinda tired." She let herself relax and Will noticed the effect all of the added pressure was having on her, her bright eyes were tired and lifeless and her bright smile was replaced with a sagging expression. It only made him love her more.
"You go freshen up, I will cook you something and you can come out and be fresh and clean and then have a nice rest." Will said as he took her hand and led her to the bath, as a father would lead a small child.
"That'd be nice," said Elizabeth as she yawned slightly. Then her eyes perked up slightly and she began to move towards the door. "Umm I bought some stuff for you today, a new set of clothes if you wanted them, and a paper, just let me go get them." Elizabeth moved toward the door, but Will stopped her.
"No, you just stay here, I'll go get it," Will said, and before she could protest was out the door.
*****
Elizabeth was tired, the past two days had finally caught up to her and she needed a break. She was grateful to Will for pointing it out, but could've thought of a better way to introduce the topic. She chuckled slightly at the look on his face when she had whirled around and yelled at him, he had looked so clueless, it was adorable. he was adorable. Elizabeth smacked herself upside the head mentally for dreaming about him. That wasn't helpful, she had to focus on decrypting the computer, she only had six days before he left, she had to use every minute of it if she wanted to do the right thing and send him home.
Still, he was adorable. But any further daydreams were ceased as Will returned, complete with the bag and a downcast look on his face. Elizabeth thought immediately that he had been seen.
"What is it Will?" she said frantically. "Were you seen, who saw you, what's going on?"
Will looked up sadly,
"Six days," he said plainly as he held up the paper.
"Yes," Elizabeth said as she tried to be as positive as possible, her heart broke as she saw how disappointed he was at the lack of time they had together. "In six days you will be home again, where you belong. So that's why we need to focus, we don't have a lot of time left." Elizabeth sensed that she wasn't helping any so decided to change the subject.
"So did you find the clothes I bought you?" she asked as she moved to her closet and pulled out a change of clothes and a fresh towel.
"Umm. yes," Will said rather sheepishly.
"Do you think they'll fit?" she asked innocently as she closed the closet once more.
"Umm. yes, thank you, I just had one question," Elizabeth was puzzled to look up and see Will's blushing face.
"Yeah?" she asked, still not comprehending his embarrassment.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" he said as he held up the dreaded boxer/briefs.
Elizabeth went from blissful ignorance to dreaded realization, the moment she purchased the dreaded undergarments running through her mind at first painfully slow, and then fast forwarded to her present situation. She didn't know whether her face went ghostly pale or crimson red, but suspected it did a bit of both. Frantically she tried to think of some excuse, any excuse she had left. She failed.
"I'll see you in a bit," she cried as she dashed into the bathroom.
Theirs was an interesting relationship.