This is the saddest chapter, and I am afraid it only gets worse. I've already made people cry with it, so here you go.

CHAPTER 14: Please God

Jack watched Connor and Thompson fight and was struggling against his captors to reach her. When he saw her drop her sword he froze, his eyes glued to her. He watched in horror as Thompson's pistol pointed itself at her. His breath stopped when he heard the gunshots.

At first he thought that she was the only one who shot, or at least that he had missed her. Jack watched Thompson fall to the ground, dead, a bullet in his head.

"No more games, and certainly no more you." He heard Connor say, before watching in fear as she fell to the ground.

The men holding him and Tyler released them and ran out of the house. Jack ignored them and ran over to Connor. He took her in his arms, only to find her breathing shallow. He picked her up, knowing time was crucial and made his way toward the tunnel again.

"Is my mother going to be alright?" A small voice asked.

Jack jumped, forgetting that Tyler was even there. He turned to the boy solemnly before continuing through the tunnel. Tyler followed without being told.

Connor was getting lighter and lighter in his arms and he feared she might already be gone. But he would not allow himself to stop and see, for if she was still alive that would be valuable time wasted.

He knew that there would be little hope of reaching town before she bled to death, if still alive. It had taken them a full day to just arrive at the house. But he would not allow himself to surrender. No, Jack Sparrow always won.

But after only fifteen minutes of walking, he fell to his knees. Jack was not a religious man, he never prayed. But with his wife, his soulmate, dying in his arms, and no way to get her any medical treatment before it she lost to much blood, he saw no reason not to.

Tears filled his eyes and he made no attempt to stop them from falling. "Please, I need her. She is my everything. Ye cannot take her from me. It took me so long to find her, to capture her, please. I'll trade, myself for her, but please don't let her die." Jack begged to the heavens.

"I know I never seem to be on yer side, but I will do anything. Please, please, please." He sobbed out.

Tyler stood behind him, not sure what to do. He had just found out who his real mother was, why she had left him. All he wanted to do was get to know her, and now she was being taken away. And Jack seemed so desperate to hang onto her.

Jack stayed on his knees, holding her tightly in his arms, sobbing loudly for the first time in his life. He listened as her breathing came to a stop and her blood stopped flowing from the wound.

"No. No. NO! CONNOR PLEASE! GOD, PLEASE! I ASK ONE THING FROM YOU IN MY ENTIRE LIFE, THIS IS ALL I WANT!" He screamed to the sky. His voice echoed off the trees, and every creature in the woods cowered at his voice.

"God can't do this to us luv, we're meant to be together. So ye gotta wake up, prove the big man wrong. Breathe. Please."

But no amount of begging could bring her back. If God heard his prayers she would breathe, she would live. Jack waited in agony, every second feeling like an eternity.

A sound in the woods had caught Tyler's ears, but Jack remained oblivious to his surroundings, focusing only on his dead wife. Out of the woods came a horse, and it's rider was none other than Gibbs. The older man jumped off his steed and ran over to where Jack and Connor lay.

"Jack, what's wrong?" He asked.

"She's gone. She was shot and she quit breathing. Gibbs!" Jack cried hysterically.

"How long has she Jack? How long since her last breath?" Gibbs asked, taking Connor from Jack's arms. He laid her down on the ground and looked for the wound.

Jack couldn't answer. All he could do was watch his friend try to revive his wife. "Jack!" Gibbs snapped.

"It's been about five minutes." A small voice said.

Gibbs looked up at the boy and knew immediately that it was Tyler. "I should be able help then."

Gibbs got to work quickly and began to try and get her to breath. After several attempts he finally heard her take very shallow breaths. Confident that she could breath on her own, he turned to the bullet wound on her chest.

Thompson had shot her straight through the chest, but had missed any vital organs. He drew out his small knife and cut open her chest. He dug his hand into her chest and felt around for the bullet. He found it and withdrew it from her. Throwing it to the ground he applied pressure to her chest and prepared to wrap the wound the best he could until they got her to a physician.

After he finished he turned to find Jack still sitting, eyes glued to her. "Jack, come on. She has a chance, but it's a small chance."

Jack snapped out of his reverie and looked at Gibbs. He didn't say anything but picked up Connor. "How can we get there in time?" He asked softly as he followed Gibbs to the horse.

"Ye take the horse. I'll take the lad by foot. But ye must hurry Jack, you have to."

Jack climbed onto the horse and placed Connor in front of him. He turned the horse around and pushed his heels into it's side. They quickly disappeared into the night. He clung to her tightly, not allowing her to stop breathing again. He pushed the horse as fast as it could go, and cut across the floor of the woods, taking any shortcut he could.

The work that Gibbs must have been good enough, because when they arrived at the doctor's three hours later she was still alive. But the cloth wrapped around her was now soaked with crimson, sticky, blood. It stained Jack's hands.

He barged into the building. "Help, someone! Please!" He called out.

A short, stout man entered the room. He took one look at Connor and hurried Jack into the back room. "What happened?"

"What do ye think, she was shot in the chest." Jack snapped. He laid Connor down on the table and watched as the doctor went to work.

"She's lost so much blood, she's lucky she is still alive." He took his eyes from her and looked at Jack. "You'll have to wait outside."

Jack didn't waste time arguing and obeyed. He stood outside the door and leaned his forehead against it. His tears had no where near dried up and he continued to cry.

Many hours passed and still the doctor remained in the room with Connor. Jack had paced back and forth across the room so many times he had lost count. He now sat on the floor, his back pressed up against the door.

Gibbs and Tyler flew into the room, both out of breath. It was obvious that they had ran as much as they could. "How is she?" Gibbs asked.

"I don't know. I've been out here for so long. Gibbs, what if. . ." He trailed off, his throat closing up on him.

"She's strong Jack. She survived smallpox, she'll make it through this."

The door behind Jack opened suddenly and he jumped to his feet. The doctor came out of the room, wiping his glasses off with a towel. His hands were stained with red as Jack's was. He stood quietly in the doorway, staring at the floor.

"Well?" Jack asked.

"I take it she's your wife?"

"Aye."

"Well then, umm. . .her chances out not good sir. She's lost to much blood. It's now up to her and God. I have done all I can. Unless her heart can pump enough blood back into her system she is not going to make it. It would take a miracle. I'm sorry. This must be difficult for you. I am surprised that the other one isn't gone yet. This would be hard enough if there was only one, but two, you must be dying." The doctor said.

"Two of them?" Jack asked.

Gibbs stood behind Jack, jumping up and down, signaling for the doctor to not say anything. The man must have understood as he quickly mumbled something before turning away. "You may see her for a while. She is still out though."

Jack turned to Gibbs. "What is it? Please tell me, if she dies and there is something I should have known. . ." Jack trailed off.

Gibbs remained quite for a few minutes before finally answering. "She's about two months pregnant." was all he said.

Jack stood rooted to the spot. He turned to face the room that Connor lay in. Slowly, he began to make his way into the room. He shut the door behind him and leaned against the door. The sight before him bringing back the tears that had finally stopped.

She lay on the table, breathing so shallow. He inched toward her and sat in the chair next to the table. He moved stray pieces of her hair from her face. He looked down at her stomach and placed one hand on it. The tears gleamed in his eyes brightly.

"I'm already a daddy." He whispered. He locked his eyes back on her face. "Listen and listen good luv. I need you, ye don't realize how badly I need ye. And we have a family now. Our love is so strong that it has created a life. So ye got to wake up. If ye leave me, then I won't be able to live much longer."

Rain began to beat down on the window and thunder resounded over the city. "Look, even the Heaven's are crying. Look, luv, I know I ain't perfect. But if ye can just survive for me. I don't know what to say, what to do. I'm at a lost darling. All I can do is beg, and that's what I'm doing. Please." He whispered.

He placed his head on her stomach and gave it a quick kiss. "And that applies to ye too little one. Ye be apart of this family now wee Sparrow. And you daddy needs you, cause he needs a complete life. So help out mummy and bring yourself into this world."

With tears in his eyes he stood and left the room. He didn't say anything as he walked into the waiting room, just placed himself in a chair and stared out the window at the pouring rain.

Yeah, well, (sob). PLEASE R&R! For Connor's sake.