(A/N) You hate me right? Trust me!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!
"I took care of the house." Jack said to Jon as Jon sat in a chair outside Eve's room.
"Thank you." Jon had the baby baptized, named, and buried, all in the same day while Eve slept.
"What did you name the lad?" Jack asked.
"Jonathan Christopher, I couldn't think of anything…I thought it would fit, and Eve would like it."
"She barely knows her child is dead Jon. You need to help her."
"I don't know how. I can't even help myself."
"Right now you have to help her, otherwise she won't ever come back…" Jack then grabbed Jon's shoulder. "She needs you."
"I know." Jon then got up and walked into the room, where he found that Eve was already up.
"Can I get you anything?" Jon said as he sat down next to her. Eve didn't even look at him.
"My son." Eve said angrily.
"Eve, you know…"
"I bloody know he's dead!" Eve was angry, the opposite reaction Jon was expecting.
"Eve, I'm here…"
"You weren't there when I needed you! If you stayed with me none of this would have happened! My son would still be alive! He would be safe where I could protect him! You! You killed our son!"
"Eve your angry, I understand…"
"Do you know what I understand Jon! You wouldn't even let me grieve for him! You took him away! I didn't…I didn't kiss him goodbye, you stole that from me!"
"You couldn't handle it Eve! I had to do something!"
"I could handle my son! If you gave me the chance, I could have kissed him goodbye…I could have…" Eve then broke down into tears. Jon tried to hug her, but she pushed him off her. "Don't touch me!"
"Eve you have to let me help you…"
"Where is he now?" Eve asked him, her eyes were blazing.
"I baptized him, named him, and he was buried in the cemetery." Jon said slowly. Eve sat back.
"You couldn't wait? You couldn't let me hold him one last time…"
"Eve you were hysterical, I didn't want to burden you."
"He was my son…he was never a burden…" Tears flowed freely from her blue eyes.
"Eve, I'm sorry I thought I was helping you, I love you." Jon grabbed her hand. Eve looked at their hands together and pulled hers away.
"I hate you right now…get away from me…I can't look at the man that killed my son…" Jon looked at her for a while without saying anything. "Get out!" Eve screamed. "You bastard! I hate you! Get out!" Eve was pushing him off the bed. Jon got up and left the room, walking past Jack, and went outside, and for the first time he broke down, his anguish made his heart heavy.
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Eve lay still in bed, not moving, not wanting to feel alive. Something plagued her mind, James, he had come back for her, he had said it, and he was different, his eyes were different. Something made him that way, something drove him back to her, leading to the events that transpired. Eve sat up in bed, and got up. Eve walked to the other side of the room and grabbed what looked to be Jack's jacket and put it on her. She grabbed the doctor's notepad, and quill and wrote a note to Jon, she stuffed it in her pocket and stepped onto the hall. Jack was sleeping in a chair and she tip toed past him, down the stairs and outside. Eve made her way home, and went upstairs, surprised to see Jon asleep in bed. Eve grabbed the bag she had made up a few days prior, and stepped to her vanity. Eve placed the note down, she then took off her wedding band and placed it on top.
Before Eve left her home, she picked a few of the roses her mother planted with her, they were white and in full bloom. Walking towards the docks she stopped at the cemetery, and found her son's grave, and knelt down. She kissed the roses and placed them on his grave.
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Jon woke during the night. Eve's words rung in his head over and over, and he couldn't help her, she was going to believe what she wanted, and it broke his heart, to hear some of the things she said. When Jon got up he felt the room was different, and after glancing around he saw her bag was missing, and a note on the vanity…with Eve's ring on top.
Jon,
I'm sorry I had to tell you this in a letter, and not to you personally. I am leaving, I can't look at you and not feel anger, and hatred. I need to find some sort of truth, some sort of peace, I need to do that for me, for you, for our son. I don't know when I will return, I don't know if I ever will, all I know with some sort of certainty is that my son is dead, something changed in Barbossa, I need to find out what, I need to know what drove him back here, what drove him to suddenly find he couldn't live without me, I need to know what drove him to hurt me…Jon, do not come after me, do not send Jack, do not send my parents, I will not come. As a woman, my heart is broken, shattered, and to go on with a fake charade, that everything is fine, is everything my values are against. Jon, grieve for our son, cry for him, long to play with him, long to teach him, long to want that last piece of your heart that's been missing. That pain you will feel…is where I am now, and where I have been…then you may begin to understand. Relive that day over and over, what could you have done differently…all you had to do was stay, let go of that anger…now it seems you have released the anger, unfortunately too late, our son is dead, and you have no one to blame but yourself. I protected him for nine months…I protected him the best way…how could you leave me? You would let me leave…you walked out on me…you don't deserve my love, that I felt so much for you…now I don't know what to feel, I want to love you, but I also want to hate you. I can't write anymore, I can barely stand…
Eve
Jon put the letter down and picked up Eve's wedding band and clenched it in his fist. Jon for the first time in his life, didn't know what to do, didn't know what to say. Jon quickly grabbed his boots, put them on and ran to the cemetery.
