Title: Betrayal chapter two

Author: Majishia

Pairing: J/W

Disclaimer: None of them are mine. I'm making no profit off them.

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Jack knew it was going to happen. Sooner or later Will would have left him. But Jack thought he was being discreet, being as quiet as a sparrow. And if Jack felt the need to think on it more than that, he would have remembered Will's sad eyes. Oh, yes, he thought to himself, Will knew.

Jack had a problem with authority. So, he went out to change that. He went to James, cuffed him, and spent the night with him. Jack usually let Will take control, and he didn't even try to take the lead. James though, James loved being taken.

So, with the authority problem taken care of, Jack tried to settle down with Will and his Pearl.

But suddenly, almost a month after he had finished with James, Jack had a craving for a redhead. And he wasn't thinking about Scarlet.

If Jack had to put all the names down on a list and then compared them to Will, Will would have beaten the five, maybe six names on it. He was, quite literally, Jack's match. In swordsmanship, swimming, or stupidly bright ideas, he met Jack one-on-one. But Jack needed the others. He might have never said how, or if pressed could say how, but he did.

Will, he had reasoned, would understand. Sure Will had said he loved him, but the lad didn't really mean it. And so, yeah, he had said it back, kissing a fevered brow when Will was sick, and then maybe a few times after than-Oh!

Jack then comes back to himself, dazed and more or less drunk. He had meant it! He had actually meant it! And, he realizes, he does love Will!

He loves how Will had butted in on one of Gibbs' stories, adding another variation of the horrible ending. He also loves the way Will orders his crew around ever since he had become first mate. He loves the way Will had watched him in the mornings, desperate to know that what they had wouldn't end that day. Oh, yes, Jack Definitely loves that.

And now the more he thinks on it, the more Jack can see.

Can see the way he, himself, looked at Will. Can see, also, the reason he had bedded the others.

Substitutes. The lot of them. All substitutes for Will. They all had had Will's eyes, Will's hair, Will's body, but never were they Will. He sees that now.

So, he ponders, now... How to get Will back?