DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

"Damnit." Matt grumbled. "I want extra security around her door, I don't want her ever to be alone…" Matt rubbed his temples. James Norrington had escaped and was after Elizabeth.

Elizabeth felt a dull throbbing in her head when she woke. Slowly and somewhat painfully she opened her eyes to the dim light. Her father was sleeping in a chair next to her bed, and as she glanced at the door she heard Will's voice outside it. "Dad?" She whispered.

Weatherby woke with a start. "Hey…" He picked up her hand and squeezed it. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts. Other than that I'm fine." Elizabeth looked at her father. "What's wrong? I know that look."

"I know about you and Sparrow." Elizabeth closed her eyes.

"Out with it Dad, I'm not in the mood to be lectured."

"No, no lecture." Elizabeth saw her father bend for the first time. "If that's what you want then fine…"

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. I just realized that I almost lost my daughter and I don't want to ever make her unhappy, I always want you to be happy. If Jack makes you happy so be it."

"That's fair." Elizabeth then noticed the commotion in the doorway.

"President Harrington stopped by…he says you will be honored for your work."

"What about Jack?" Elizabeth kept one eye on her father, the other on the door.

"He is being detained and will be transported to the states soon enough." Weatherby then squeezed her daughters hand. "Elizabeth, there is nothing I can do about his…"

"Mister Swann?" Will walked into the room with purpose that Elizabeth had never seen before. "I'm sorry to interrupt, there is a problem and we are going to have to get you and the President out of this facility immediately."

"What? Why?" Weatherby rose from his seat.

"Now sir."

"I'm not leaving without my daughter."

"Sir, she will be well taken care of…you must go." Will gave Elizabeth a look, whatever this news was, it wasn't good.

"Elizabeth, I love you. I meant every word I said." Weatherby bent down and kissed his daughter's forehead.

"I love you too." Elizabeth watched as her father was ushered out of the room. "Will what's going on?"

"Norrington has escaped."

Elizabeth suddenly felt sick. "Jesus."

"We are keeping extra tight security on you. Your father will be going back to Washington out of harm's way."

"Why didn't you tell him?" Elizabeth moved her legs so Will could sit.

"He wouldn't have left. The doctor isn't ready to discharge you just yet." Will then cleared his throat. "How are you?"

"A headache…"

Will said slowly. "No, I mean about Jack."

"Will if you know anything about me, you know what I am thinking." Will just nodded, understanding his partner perfectly.

"Just the same, Jack misses you."

"I'm sure he does." Elizabeth's face reddened with anger.

"Elizabeth he made the deal…"

"You could have let him go…"

"No, I couldn't. I have a job Elizabeth, and oath, and so do you. Whether or not you want to remain loyal to it is your call, not mine."

"Well, thank you." Elizabeth buzzed the nurses station. "Will I have a headache and to argue with you would surely kill me." Elizabeth then gave him a weak smile. "Just keep the creep away from me."

Will slapped her thigh and left the room.

James watched his angel sleep. She was so beautiful, but all the IV's made her ugly…sick…

James watched her face furrow as she winced in pain. No, if he couldn't have Elizabeth, no one would, not the FBI, not the President, and especially not Jack Sparrow, the low life thief.

James picked up the pillow and held it firmly in his hands. He was so clever, the hospital scrubs and mask, no one recognized him…no one cared. James hands shook slightly as he gripped the pillow tighter…soon, he would be with his Elizabeth.

Jack muttered another obscenity as he looked around his cell, it was utterly pathetic. How on earth had James escaped? Jack knew Elizabeth was in danger, and it wasn't as much as he knew, it was as if he felt it.

Jack had to get to her, it was her only chance. With everything Jack had ever had in him, Jack began to make his own escape.

Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes through the thick mist of morphine. "No…" Elizabeth saw James Norrington enter her room. He was talking to himself, oh no, this was not going to happen.

Elizabeth gripped the IV that was stuck in her hand. Slowly and painfully she pulled the needle out of her hand, and began wrapping the tubing around her hand. The bastard was going to die…

Elizabeth kept her eyes open a crack as she watched him pick up the pillow. Elizabeth braced herself, she had hoped she had enough strength to accomplish what she was about to do.

He leaned over her…this was her chance. Elizabeth wretched her arm back with all her strength and stuck the IV in his neck. He screamed with horror as blood squirted from the wound. Elizabeth bounded up from the bed and leaped on top of James and wrapped the tubing around his neck and pulled.

James fell to the ground face first, Elizabeth on top of his back squeezing the life from him. "Help!" Elizabeth screamed as she held James down.

The door burst open.

Jack ran in and helped Elizabeth up. James was screaming and howling, gasping for air as Jack pulled Elizabeth off of him. "Jack!" Elizabeth hooked her arms around his neck and hugged him close to her.

"Not now love!" Jack grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the room and locked the door.

"Where are the other Agents?" Elizabeth asked as she raced down the hall.

"Don't know…" Jack raced out of the hospital, Elizabeth barely keeping up with him.

"Jack…I can't keep running." Elizabeth said out of breath. Jack scanned the parking lot looking at an empty taxi cab, it was still idling.

Jack helped Elizabeth run to the cab. They stopped in their tracks as they heard a gun shot from behind them. Slowly they both turned around and looked at James Norrington, blood dripping down the side of his neck, his face contorted into one of anger.

"She's mine…" He muttered as he got close.

"I was never yours." Elizabeth said as she leaned on Jack, her head was growing loud with pain.

"Elizabeth, life imitates art…death is a part of life…we are all born to die…today is your painting…"

A gunshot. Jack shuttered and grunted as the bullet gazed his arm. Elizabeth held him up as Norrington grew closer and closer. "Death Elizabeth…is beautiful."

Another gunshot.