(A/N) I am a poor excuse for a human being, and an author, how could I keep this long away…I shall never do it again, of course unless there is good reason…THERE ARE NEVER GOOD REASONS! Me and the wonderfully and talented Williz are currently writing a fic, so look for it a bit after this is posted, no details, I have to confer with my better writing half on that one! Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!
"Don't sat that." Will said.
"It's true. That's why I am going to London. To find out and off the bastard." Elizabeth said as she took her belt off.
"Elizabeth, I don't know what to tell you."
"Then keep your mouth shut." Elizabeth said. "You caught me off guard, it won't happen again." She then went for the door, but she couldn't turn the handle. "Very clever Will. Open the door."
"No."
"Will, if you don't open the door, I am going to…"
"What shoot me?" Will said with an amused face.
"For starters." Elizabeth then placed her hands on her hips. "Give me the key."
"No." Will took a step back.
"Will, I have things to do."
"No." Elizabeth then sauntered over to him and pushed him on the bed.
"Give me the key." Elizabeth said as she stood above him.
"No."
"Damnit Will!" Elizabeth then climbed on top of him as she searched his pockets. This is exactly what Will wanted. Without a word he flipped her over in bed and pinned her arms down.
"Now you are going to listen to me." Will said as he looked down at her. "First off, I need you to understand that I love you. Secondly, I want to help you, I know you feel more loss with the miscarriage, so tell me, scream, let it all out. And thirdly, you are not getting out of this room, until you tell me everything."
"I told you it all." Elizabeth said quietly, tears beginning to moisten her eyes.
"What do you feel towards me?" Will asked.
"I don't know." Elizabeth hated the position she was in, she felt weak, like in Tortuga…"Perhaps, you could refresh my memory…" Will smiled and leaned down and kissed her. 'Typical man', Elizabeth thought to herself. She then tucked her knees to her chest, and pushed Will off her.
"Will, don't do that to me again." Elizabeth said, he knew she was speaking strongly, but he could see the fear in her eyes. "Don't hold me down again." Flashes of Tortuga danced in her mind.
"Fine." Will backed off, standing up, running his hands through his hair. Elizabeth laid on the bed, looking up at the man she loved…even now, she didn't want to hate him, but it was just so hard to forgive him.
"Will?" Elizabeth said quietly.
"What?" He answered sharply.
"Sit down." Will sat down next to her instantly. Elizabeth then picked up his hands and held it in hers. "I love you…that hasn't changed, but the way I love you is different… You have to understand that I have changed. You left me vulnerable, and I never want to feel that way again. Can you understand that?" Elizabeth's voice was tired and afraid.
"Yes." Elizabeth then kissed him, hard and passionately. Her hands wrapped around his neck, as his slipped his around her waist, pulling her close.
"Good God, I've wanted to do that for a long time." Elizabeth murmured as she pulled away from Will.
"Me too." Will then kissed her again, he missed her kisses so much that it hurt when she had to leave the room, to take the night watch.
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"Jack do you have a minute?" Will asked as he poked his head through the door.
"No, but come in." Jack said as he put the bottle of rum down.
"I have a problem." Will rung his hands together.
"Elizabeth?"
"No, Elizabeth and I are alright, she's keeping watch, but it does involve her."
"Out with it Turner, I don't have all bloody night." Jack said as he gulped down more rum.
"I killed Elizabeth's father." All the rum that was swirling inside Jack's mouth came spiting out.
"What?" Jack said leaning forward.
"I think I did…" Will paced the room.
"Well you either did or didn't, now which one is it?" Jack asked.
"I don't know…yes, I mean…"
"Will start from the beginning."
"You see, I thought she was dead…because of him she killed herself, and I didn't think he out to live. Gallow ordered us to raid Port Royal. As soon as I stepped off of that dock I went straight for the Governor's mansion. I saw him in the hall…and I…I…" Will said, completely devoid of any sense of calmness. A worried expression was cast upon the Will's face.
"Will, this is a big problem."
"No kidding. I have to tell Elizabeth."
"I would advise not to."
"What? Why?"
"Because she buried her father a year ago…I took her to Port Royal, she went to the funeral, we kept our distance. She said she would leave him in the cemetery…if you tell her the truth…she's not going to take it well."
"I can't lie to her."
"Yes you can. You're pirate, boy! Learn what comes with the trade!" Jack said loudly. "Telling her would be a mistake."
"I have to tell her."
"Kid isn't listening to me…" Jack mumbled to himself.
"Tomorrow night, I'll tell her…"
"We're in London tomorrow…no can do."
"After then. I want to get a good look at this Louis Baron."
"Alright…" Jack then watched as Will walked out the door. "Will, you are in some trouble, my lad…" Jack muttered as he drank the rest of the rum.
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Elizabeth watched as the lanterns of London illuminate the dark night sky. Elizabeth thoughts were on Will. What exactly was he to her? Elizabeth knew she didn't feel the same way she did a year ago. She felt stronger, but incredibly afraid…why she couldn't understand, she was surely strong enough to fight, but it was what happened in Tortuga, her father's murder, then the miscarriage. Those series of events accumulated and she never truly had it out, she kept quiet, to herself. She'll never forget the day she watched her father's coffin go into the ground, right next to her grave.
"I can't believe this Jack." Elizabeth said as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. "He treated me as a piece of property, something to be bartered…but he didn't deserve this…no…I love my father." Elizabeth said as she leaned on Jack for support.
"He was your father…and his death was not one I recommend." Jack grimaced. Jack and Elizabeth both found out that the Governor had his throat slashed from behind, therefore not knowing his attacker.
"Why do I feel so sad? I couldn't wait to get away from him."
"Elizabeth,
he loved you right?"
"I guess, he was my father."
"You
love him?"
Elizabeth hesitated. "Yes."
"There you go." A chilly breeze blew across the dissolute field.
"We should go." Elizabeth said.
"Do you want to go to his grave? One last goodbye?" Jack suggested.
"Sure." The plot was empty, and only a few gravediggers were putting the last bit of soil on top.
Elizabeth walked to the gave, and under the cover of a black cloak, she nodded to the workers, and they took a step back to give her privacy. "I'm sorry. I am sorry you thought I was dead…perhaps you thought it wouldn't be that bad to die…because I'd be waiting. Oh God…" Elizabeth shoulders shook with every sob. "I have to leave you here, I have to move on with what's left of my life." Elizabeth then clenched some dirt in her hands and patted it back down. "I love you." Elizabeth slowly stepped away and began walking back to Jack.
"Thank you Jack, it means a lot to me. I am leaving it here…eventually I will learn the truth. Whoever killed him was a pirate, and once Louis is taken care of…I'll find out who killed my father." Jack nodded solemnly.
Elizabeth's head shot up, she had nearly forgot the promise she made…to find her father's killer.
(A/N) What does this mean for dear William?
