Revelations
by PineappleIce

Summary: Jack reveals the truth to Will about Bootstrap Bill, and it doesn't go too well.
Author's Note: Angsty, generally a bit strange. Featuring a very depressed and emotional Jack Sparrow (so OOC-ness) and a very angry Will Turner. Slash. One-shot. Reviews are love.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I'm just keeping myself occupied until the sequel.
Warnings: Implied Jack/Bill slash, implied Jack/Will slash... basically slash.

"Will, you don't understand!" Jack sighed, and there were tears rolling down his face.

Will slammed his palm down on the desk. They were in Jack's cabin. Rather unfortunately, Jack privately thought, because Will seemed to be edging towards that anger where he smashed things up.

"The hell I don't understand!" Will roared.

Jack lowered his eyes, sitting for once perfectly still on his bed, his chest aching. There was nothing he could say now. He hadn't exactly expected his story to go down well.

"I understand perfectly," Will said, his voice low now, his eyes full of poison. "You... you... how could you? My mother... my poor mother..." Will's face flittered with sadness for a moment.

"I thought of her, of course," Jack said, speaking finally, his voice raw with emotion. "But- Will, he never loved her."

Will's face was hard again. "And what of me, Jack Sparrow? Did he ever love me?" His voice rose to a shout, and he swung violently at the desk, knocking off two bottles of rum which smashed loudly.

"Of course he did. He missed you... Will, he missed you everyday he was out on the Pearl. But his heart belonged out here, to freedom, and to m-"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear about it!"

"You think I like talking about it?" Jack demanded, suddenly as angry as Will. He stood up, radiating fury, and Will visibly paled. "You think I like talking about someone I loved so deeply, someone who died before I could say goodbye?" His voice broke, but he kept talking heatedly. "It hurts to think about him! Hurts to wonder if he missed me, if he still loved me until the end... hurts to know I couldn't save him." Jack was crying again.

Will swallowed. He hesitated before reaching out to pat Jack's arm gently. "Jack, please. I know it hurts- but this is my father we're talking about..."

Jack looked right at him, as though he was eating into him with his eyes. All of his spark seemed to have left him, and he seemed so... hollow. This was surely not Jack Sparrow. "Dear William," he said, and for a moment he sounded like himself, "do you know what else stings the chest? The fact that you love me too, and don't deny it-" He paused, watching Will look away, "- I know it is true. And the fact that sometimes I just want to kiss you, and I don't know whether it's because you're William Turner, or because you're William Turner, son of William Turner."

A tear left Will's eye.

"So now yer know," said Jack, and he flopped down on the bed.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore," Will said.

"Good. Me neither."

Will wiped the tear away and looked at the strange figure that was Jack Sparrow. "Shall we- shall we have some rum, or something?"

Jack smiled a little. "Excellent idea, William."