A/N: ENJOY!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

Elizabeth slowed to a stop in front of a beautiful home in Chatham. Elizabeth sighed deeply as memories, beautiful memories, came rushing back to her. Memories of her mother and father and herself spending summers here when she was a child, and the especially vivid memories of her mother's last summer here, before her mother was diagnosed with cancer.

The next time she came here after her mother died was for the funeral. Elizabeth's father had bought the estate and had her mother buried on the property, and every summer since she stayed here, every holiday, her father and Elizabeth would come down here to be with her. Elizabeth grabbed her bag from the trunk of her car and got out and stared at the house. Elizabeth wondered why she didn't tell Will any of this, why she didn't tell him how incredibly painful it was to lose her mother at such a young age. Perhaps this house was still a sanctuary for her, something for her and her father to share, and right now she wasn't ready to share it with Will.

Elizabeth realized she was risking a lot to separate from Will, for the simple fact that he may not want anything to do with her after her rejecting him. Elizabeth knew she needed to sort out herself before she ever committed anything with Will. She knew she was too messed up, too hurt, too much in pain. She also knew she was in love with Will, and knew she wanted to spend eternity with him, but it was still indeed a matter of trust, she couldn't trust herself not to fall apart. She needed strength, and that's what she was here for. Her mother was the strongest person she ever knew, even until the day she died, she still was strong, and she was here on borrowed time, she needed some of her mother's strength before Elizabeth herself fell to pieces.

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"I need to see the Governor." Will said as he arrived at the Executive offices at the State house.

"He's in a meeting at the moment, can this wait?" A long haired woman asked.

"Tell him this concerns his daughter."

"Oh, have a seat, I'll go get him now."

As Will waited he anxiously tapped is foot. There was something in Elizabeth's eyes that worried him, it looked as if she was at the end of the rope, rung out, falling to pieces, and he needed to be there when that happened, because if he wasn't she may never come back to him.

"Will, where's Elizabeth? Is she okay?" The Governor strode out of the office and walked right over to Will.

"That's why I'm here." Will then took the Governor by the arm and lead him away from the walls, in this office they truly had ears. "Do you know where Elizabeth is going?"

"She told me she needed a break."

"She told me that too, and I just need to know where. Governor Swann, there was a look in her eye I have never seen, she needs me there."

The Governor looked Will in the eye. "She told me she could take care of herself, that she just needed strength."

"Where would she get strength?" Will asked desperately.

"Her mother."

Will's brows furrowed in confusion. "How is that…"

"I have a summer home in Chatham. When her mother died, it was her request that I bury her in Chatham on the property. Elizabeth went to Chatham."

"Thank you Governor…" Will turned to leave, but the Governor stopped him.

"Will, she still loves you, she never stopped." He said as a quiver of emotion shook his voice.

"I know she does."

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Elizabeth walked to her old bedroom and changed from her Ann Taylor suit to a comfortable pair of Seven's and a plain white t shirt. She then stepped out of the room and walked down the stairs, then out onto the backyard, which was the Atlantic ocean. Her mother's grave was up on the side of the house, which was built up so the ocean would not disturb her mother's grave.

Elizabeth let her toes dig into the sand, then into the spring time grass. She walked to her mother's grave and sat down. She needed solace, and her mother would give it to her. She listened to the waves pounding behind her and listened…just listened.

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Elizabeth was worn by the time she went back into the house. She was tired and wind beaten, and completely alone. She walked into the foyer and stared at herself in the mirror….anger poured through her. She was so mad at herself, so mad at everything that had happened. Elizabeth clenched her fists and slammed the palms of her hands into the mirror and watched it smash into pieces. She pulled her arms back and stared at the blood that trickled down her hands. She slowly sunk down to her knees and cried. She hugged her arms around herself and hunched over as if she had been sucker punched. She was tired, but, she was better, and she was right. She needed Will, and she needed him now.

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Will was well over the speed limit when he raced into Chatham. Elizabeth was in his mind, and he needed to get to her.