Chapter Six

Something to Sing About

When James woke up, he was warm and surrounded by thick blankets and large pillows. He kept his eyes closed even after he was awake. He was too comfortable and warm to move. He remembered everything now. That last spell had not only put him to bed, but restored his memories of the last few days as well. He could not believe he had thrown himself at Jack that way. He felt so ashamed of himself. He thanked his lucky stars that the only people of importance who had seen him that way where the Turners.

But if he was honest with himself, the last few days were the most clear he had ever had. It had been freeing to know just what he wanted and just whom he wanted. Before Zigana, his want for Jack had been restricted to the hot pornographic dreams. A shiver went down James' spin at the memory of those dreams. But with the spell, he had been so unafraid of what everyone would thing, of what everyone would say. All he had cared about was getting Jack. And it had felt so right. How could something that felt so right be so wrong?

Slowly, Jack sat up. He didn't have a shirt on, but Jack had been kind enough to leave his britches on. He was lying in Jack's bed. Outside the night sky was bright with stars. It took James' eyes a bit to adjust to the light of the room, and he was grateful for the three still burning candles. Jack was asleep on the cot and James remembered his first night here, when he had climbed onto Jack and started fondling him.

And while he watched the slow rise and fall of Jack's chest, a thought occurred to James. No one in Port Royal, besides Elizabeth and Will, knew where he was. And what if they never found out he got his spell removed? What if he really could stay here, with Jack, where he had found happiness he didn't know he cold have?

His mind was made up. It was as if his mind had been cleared and the shadows of duty that had so long covered what his heart wanted vanished All that was left was the knowledge that he could have what he wanted. He could, and would, have something he had always wanted. Even if that meant forgetting his old life. He would have to thank Zigana someday…

Jack woke up to find his dream had taken form and was straddling his lap. Jack looked up into deep green eyes. "James?" He whispered in the darkness, and then groaned. "She didn't lift the bloody curse, did she?"

"She did," James said sternly. Jack blinked and said a small 'oh' before James pressed a finger to his lips. "Now listen here, Pirate. I want to get one thing straight. I am a one-man… man. I will not be cheated on, fooled, or made a show of. I will not be a notch in your bedpost. If you want me then say so, but you can't just want to have… intercourse with me. You have to want me, Jack, do you understand? Me. I will not tolerate being used and so help me if you do use me, I will rethink my stance on hanging you, do you understand?"

"Perfectly," Jack said, a small smile pulling on his lips.

"Well?" James asked firmly. "Do you want me or not?"

Quick as a flash, Jack moved them, rolling them over the side of the cot. They landed on the wood floor with Jack on top, pinning the larger man down. "I want you more than I've wanted any man. And I've waited for you longer than I've waited for anyone. Just been waiting for you to open those pretty green eyes of yours. And believe me, once you are mine, I'm not even going to look at another man or woman… Savvy?"

"Savvy," James answered with a smile.

"Good," and he leaned down and captured James' lips with his own in a needy kiss. Jack smiled as he ran his hands down James' side. He wasn't wrong… the Commodore did taste like Vanilla.

The following is a letter written to Mr. and Mrs. William Turner

Dear William and Elizabeth,

Sad news, mates. I'm afraid we were unable to fund Zigana. We looked everywhere but no luck. Guess it's not so bad. Least Jamie is alive and well, eh? Keeping good care of him and making sure he stays out of trouble. Guess I will have to live with this version of him. Somehow I think I'll manage.

Yours truly,

J.S.

THE END

Taken from the movie Gone with the Wind