Title: The Past Never Lets Go.
Summary: The past never truly dies, it's always there. The sequel to "The Rewrite" but if you haven't read it you don't really need too.
Chapter 10/?
Writer: Azure K Mello
Distribution: ask.
Rating: R for now.
Warning: angst
Will continued. "With my father here you'll want some space."
Letting out his held breath Jack said, "You're the only turner I want. The only Turner I trust."
"You said he was a good man."
Jack flinched internally at the lie. "Just because he's a good man doesn't mean I want him." He reached out and pulled his lover to him.
Even though he felt slightly ill Will went willingly into the captain's arms. He knew that he had replaced his father. He knew that Jack was sleeping with him because he reminded the pirate of the elder William back before the man had betrayed him. But knowing the fact as an abstract was very different from going to bed with Jack five minutes after seeing his father. His mind was reeling but his body would never deny its captain. When Jack led him to the bed he was confused as Jack pushed him to sit on the edge and then kneeled in front of him on the floor.
"When I was a child," Jack started and then paused when he saw the surprise in Will's face. He laughed, a warm sound Will didn't hear often enough. "Yes, Will, I'm actually going to talk about my past. I was a bad child, a pirate from birth. I lied, stole, and cheated at all times. My father couldn't discipline me. Couldn't bear to hit his youngest son. So he bought a whipping boy off the slave traders. And while he hated beating me he loved thrashing your father. No matter how well behaved I was he could always find a reason to beat William. So I worked hard at my studies. Finished my lessons in cartography when I was sixteen and while he was away making arrangements for me to start at Oxford early we ran away. Joined the first pirate crew we found and never looked back. He became Bootstrap Bill and I cultivated Jack Sparrow."
"And now?" asked Will softly.
"I only wear the name Captain Sparrow whereas he is Bootstrap. . . he left me on an island to die, Will. I can understand his reasons but I can never forgive him. There's no going back for us."
Will nodding slowly feeling gutted; his deepest fear was confirmed. Jack viewed him as nothing more than his father without the painful past. "We should sleep." They'd both done night watch the night before. "He'll be here soon."
They lay in each other's arms both believing that the other was asleep.
He arrived twenty minutes before sunset. He was boisterous, and loud, and far too familiar with Gibbs. Disgusted, Will tried not to focus on his father. Jealousy, he told himself, was all he was feeling. He coerced himself into believing that he was envious of his father's easy comradery with the crew. But a small voice in his head pointed out that Will had been unassuming and pleasant when he had first arrived on the Pearl. The voice reminded him that he was well liked. Pointed out that Gibbs wasn't offering the man a cigarette. The voice said that Bootstrap was simply attempting to be like Jack. And that he was failing. He seemed like a third rate, dislikable Captain Sparrow.
Feeling angered and ill at his own thoughts Will wanted to get away from everyone. He tried to like his father, to give the man a chance, but he loathed him. Cotton and Anamaria were on night watch so will felt no guilt in slipping away.