Title: Betrayal 13/?
Author: Majishia
Pairing: J/W Slight J/B
A/n:Again, please, keep our houses free of fire. Don't Flame!
Disclaimer: None of them are mine. I'm making no profit off them
Step by step Will slowly walks. He walks with the dread of seeing his heart-holder. The one that can smash that heart so fast and so precisely that Will wouldn't even know what hit him.
He also walks with the knowledge that there is a decision to be made, but he knows that the answer is already made as he looks to his father. He knows that Jack is going to ask him back. Or, at least one of them back.
Both have loved Jack with ferocious intensity. Both, with this man, have had adventures most people never get to experience. But also with this wild, untamed man comes hurt and suffering.
The man in front of Will had suffered drowning, and maybe even worse things not yet discovered by anyone other than the man himself. And Will? You see; Will went on this adventure…
But it ended all wrong: the hero didn't get the girl of his dreams; he got the other hero instead. And that other hero cheated on him with the excuse of 'not meaning to hurt him.' But as you may already know, excuses only go so far.
Walking along the doors that led to other rooms, Will decided.
Yes. If Jack asked him to come back and let him love him again, he would come back. But, Jack has to be sincere. If he's not, then, well, they'd be right back to where they started.
But that was if Jack asks him. Will certainly thinks he will. Why else would Jack be here? Oh. That right. Will's expression shows a mixture of agony and resignation. He crosses the arms that were at his side across his chest.
Bill is the one he came for. Is it just a buddy's call, or something else? Something… deeper, or maybe something more? More passionate, more desirable, more- more anything.
Will stumbles a little as the corridor narrows. Feelings of entrapment find the young man trapped within its shadows. Will forces his racing heart and breath to slow, while he thinks up an answer to that.
"If it is, I shall be well prepared." He mutters quietly.
"What was that Will?" Bootstrap, quite a couple yards ahead asks.
"Nothing that needed to be heard." Will says and speeds up, now only a meter away from his father. And as he closes that distance he sees the bright light that signifies the end of the rather long passageway and the entrance of the tavern.