Summary: Modern Day Willabeth. Completely AU. Our favorite couple are college students at Cambridge and just going through their years. Follows their relationship and friendships with others all throughout.

Rating: T, most likely. Will vary depending on how my mood is.

Disclaimer: I don't own Will Turner or Elizabeth Swann (or anyone else you recognize.) If I did own any Pirates characters, I'd be rich.

"Miss Swann, Mr. Sparrow, and Mr. Turner,"

The monotone voice of Professor Beckett caused Will and Jack to doze off while Elizabeth lost all attention and doodled aimlessly in her heart book.

As soon as Beckett said their names, all three snapped back into attention. The professor scowled and moved towards them.

"Mr. Sparrow, I do not see why you are even in here," Beckett spoke in a quiet, but sharp, hiss. "There is no career at all in your future." His words were cold, just as his eyes were.

Jack gaped at the older male as he went on to the next victim of his rage.

"And, Miss Swann, I do not see why you are in here, either," Elizabeth was trembling slightly while Beckett leaned closer to her. Will wrapped his arm around her, his eyes flaring in anger. "I strongly believe the career that is perfect career for you would not be here in London," The professor didn't even look at the enraged Turner. His attention was full on Elizabeth. "Your's lies on a New York street corner."

Jack still gaped and Elizabeth gasped. The audacity he had! Will stood up and slammed his hands down on the desk. Like hell he'd let Beckett talk about his girlfriend and best friend that way!

Will was a full head taller than Beckett.

"Sir, if you know what's best for you, I highly recommend never, and I repeat, never, talking to my girl or best friend like that ever again."

No one had ever seen William Turner this mad before. His usually bright brown eyes were black in anger both his fists were clenched and slammed against the table, and his towering form made Beckett cower. The only thing that stopped him from lashing out with Elizabeth's firm grip on his arm.

"Young Master Turner," Beckett growled, forgetting the height factor and remembering that he was the professor. "It seems you forget; you're the student while I'm the teacher."

Before Beckett could go on, Turner, Swann, and Sparrow all stormed out. Will had a tight grip around Elizabeth's waist and Jack was following close behind. They had to figure something out to get rid of this bastard of a teacher.

The class was dismissed right after Beckett came into focus again.

This would definitely be an interesting year.

Will calmed his stress at football practice then at the end of the day, he hid in his dorm for the rest of the day.

Elizabeth kept to herself after all during French class then hid in her own dorm for the day. She would visit Will and Jack later, praying they both were okay. That Beckett had nerve to call her a whore then say Jack had no future. One thing made her wonder why he didn't bash on Will.

She went to his dorm and when she received no reply at all, she grew worried. Olivia said that she hadn't seen Will or Jack ever since Gibbs class.

Will found his way down to Professor Jones' classroom and when he heard the gruff voice call out "Come on in," he slid in quietly.

He hadn't been able to focus during French class and ended up getting injured during football practice after class. Jones looked at the young Turner and smiled a bit. "What can I do for you Mr. Turner?"

The younger male rubbed the back of his neck nervously, almost afraid to speak. "I, er, got into a bit of a situation with another professor," He started while choosing his words carefully. "And I was wondering if you could tell me more about him."

Beckett had only been teaching at Cambridge for a couple years and he was on most of the bad sides for the other teachers.

Jones smirked and rolled his eyes. "Trouble maker, just like your father, I see," he motioned Will forward as he leaned against his desk. "Which teacher did you get into with?"

"…Beckett…"

Jones froze at the name and a deep frown took his lips. Will sat down on a table age, keeping his eyes diverted to the ground.

"What did Beckett do to get you angry? I'm sure you're like your father where it takes a lot to get you angry," Jones rubbed his jaw line while Will attempted to distract himself and clench and unclench the table top in his hand.

"He was giving some lecture on American Literature and Elizabeth and Jack both dozed off a bit. I did too, but I understand why Liz and Jack did. They're not into literature stuff." Will was inspiring to become a writer or a publisher, loving all literature out.

"Then he noticed all three of us were out of it so he spoke up."

His eyes were growing darker as he talked, anger rekindling and his fists clenched in and out. "He told Elizabeth and Jack that he didn't see why they were in there. He told Jack that he had no future… and to Elizabeth…" He paused for a moment, again, wanting to go and punch that Beckett.

"He basically called Elizabeth a whore." Will spat out, voice malicious and his eyes nearly black. "He called my bloody girlfriend a whore." He repeated. The anger was evident and the fact he was about to punch the black table at his side was what caused Jones to put a hand on his shoulder.

"William, I see so much of your father in you," Jones smirked, despite the anger flowing through Will's veins. "I'm going to guess that you stood up to Beckett?" He saw Will nod before he dropped his hand back to his side.

Will didn't know why, but he knew it was Jones who he could have gone to. Possibly the fact he mentioned himself and Bill Turner were close friends.

Jones crossed his arms at his chest and stared up at the ceiling for a moment. "You're definitely like your father. Doing what you see is right," He muttered, a smile pulling against his lips. That smile faded quickly as Will's frown caught his eyes.

"There's much you need to know about Beckett," Jones sighed before continuing. "He showed up here you're first year. No one knew much about him except he was out to change the teaching styles some professors.

"The first month he was here, Dr. Richards got many complains- students and teachers. Apparently he knew how to get a student angry easily and he was always getting teachers angry for whenever he picked at their teaching habits.

"Richards thought about firing Beckett but the two had some sort of history and Beckett had blackmail against Richards. Richards only told a few professors about what happened between himself and Beckett. Wasn't a good thing and it's not a good thing that the head of the administration of this school is cowering down to such a disgusting man."

Jones was scowling and Will was still clenching his fist in and out. "So it's bribery?" Will asked incredulously.

"Professor? Will?"

The soft voice from the doorway knocked the two men to look over to see an Elizabeth Swann standing there. Will moved towards her quickly, smiling a bit, and Jones grinned when they embraced.

There was something different about their relationship than those Jones saw through college.

Elizabeth smiled softly towards Professor Jones and sat down on the table next to Will, his jacket wrapped around her lithe figure. "Miss Swann," Jones spoke up, a caring tone taking the usual one used in class.

Her eyes lifted from their focus on Will's hand onto her professor.

"Young Will told me what happened earlier. Are you all right?"

Will took her hand gently into his and gave it a light squeeze. "Yes, Professor, but I must say it hurt what he said…"

Professor Jones crossed his arms at his chest then shook his head. There was really nothing to be said. All that knew Elizabeth Swann knew that she didn't belong on a New York street corner, as Beckett claimed. Her heart belonged to William Turner and nothing was changing that.

After talking for ten or so minutes, Jones glanced towards the clock above the doorway and smiled. "Well, you kids best be getting to home. Dorms or wherever you two live," he said as he ushered Will and Elizabeth out then locked the door behind him.

Will wrapped his arm around Elizabeth and brought her closer to him, stopping amidst the school yard. "Lizzie," he breathed as she wrapped her arms tight around him, not wanting to let go. "I'm so sorry Beckett said that to you," Will shut his eyes while relishing the feeling.

Elizabeth shook her head against the crook of his neck. "I don't know why he even said that," She whispered in return. "My heart has belonged to you for the past two years," Her voice broke into sobs, her tears wetting Will's shoulder.

Her boyfriend tightened his grip and let out a solemn sigh. "I know, Liz, I know. I would never think of you that way," He whispered into her ear, his breath warming her neck. "I swear I'm going to get rid of him. No one talks to you that way, especially when I'm around."

Elizabeth couldn't help but to smile. She loved that about Will. Always protecting her and looking out for her or someone he cared for.

"Mr. Turner," The cold voice of Professor Beckett interrupted the males thought process, causing Will to send an angry look towards him.

"Yes, Professor Beckett?" He forced the polite tone, despite his handsome features showing a different emotion. Like hell he would ever respect Beckett ever again.

"I noticed that neither Miss Swann nor Mr. Sparrow is in class today. Perhaps they took my words to heart?"

Will's fists clenched beside his hip and he flexed his fingers out, forcing the anger away. Instead, he set his jaw and put his rage out verbally.

"Miss Swann has come down sick and Mr. Sparrow is visiting his father." Why the hell did Beckett even care? They were in college. It wasn't like the professors really cared.

Beckett waved him off as Will's fist clenched again. Oh how Will would love to just punch him…

A hand grasped Will's forearm and he glanced down to see a friend of Jack's pulling him into a seat.

"Don' do it, Turner, you'll get yer arse kicked out o' here."

Will reluctantly nodded before relaxing into his seat, hand flexing in and out of fist all during the class. He paid no attention as he stared at the wall next to him, his breathing tense. He could feel Beckett's eyes on him the full time, yet he paid no attention at all.

"Mr. Turner, answer my question."

Will's immediately flashed towards the short professor and their scowls matched. "I'm sorry; sir, but I did not hear your question." His voice dripped with sarcasm, no attention at hiding it.

"I asked what inspired most of the writing of Samuel Clemens?"

Of course Beckett would ask Will something that he had no clue of. Hell, who was Samuel Clemens? Will stared down at the blank notebook on the desk and frowned. "I don't know, Professor."

Beckett smiled and crossed his arms at his chest. "Haven't been reading your book, have you?" A few students around Will rolled their eyes, much like he did. Beckett never told them what to read. He was out to make them all fail.

"Samuel Clemens inspiration comes from many different places. So, the only incorrect answer from that question is 'I don't know'." Will growled under his breath then shrugged. This was the only teacher who knew how to annoy the crap out of him.

Suddenly, Will's pocket vibrated and his eyebrow perked upward. He pulled the silver phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, a text message appeared. Of course, Elizabeth would message him randomly during this class.

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Class ended and Will left immediately, heading straight towards Elizabeth's dorm. He entered her dorm without any knock and Elizabeth lifted her head from the pillow.

"Will!"

Elizabeth pulled herself up from her leaning position and patted the bed space next to her. "Olivia is gone for the next couple weeks so I have the room all to myself," Will situated himself to prop against the headboard and Elizabeth leaned against him, her arms wrapping around his torso.

"How you feeling, love?"

"Much better now that you're here." Her comment caused Will to grin, tucking her closer into his side.

He rested his cheek against the top of her forehead, relishing the closeness. "Want to watch a movie?" Will murmured.

Elizabeth nodded and reached for her television controller, turning it on. "There's this movie I've been interested in seeing but I didn't want to see it without you."

The movie started and Will gaped as soon as the opening came up. "Black Hawk Down, love? Since when did you like blood and gore?" Elizabeth merely shrugged, wrapping her arms back around her boyfriend.

"My dad loves this movie and said one of the characters looks like you," Elizabeth giggled as the movie played on. Will rolled his eyes and tightened his arm around her.

"Did your dad say which guy? They all look the same to me."

"I'm sure I can spot which one," She lifted a hand and ran it through Will's hair. "But you have hair while they don't."

They watched the movie in silence and Elizabeth squirmed at the anticipation of know future gore and blood. In the scene of Blackburn and Grimes, Elizabeth shot up. "That's the one!"

Will cocked an eyebrow, a look of 'what the hell?' crossing his face.

"That's the one that looks like you. Blackburn." Elizabeth grinned at the television then towards Will. "I can see it!" She fell back into Will's arms, grinning still and wrapped her arms tight around him again.

The movie carried on and they watched in silence, save Elizabeth's gasps, sudden jumping, and occasionally hiding against Will's shoulder.

"I'm never watching that movie again…"

Elizabeth's head was hiding in Will's neck, causing him to hold onto her tighter. "I don't get how Daddy liked this. Too much blood… what did you think, Will?"

The male shrugged and smiled slightly. "Love, it was a good movie," he paused for a moment when Elizabeth glanced up at him. "And it's based on a true event, you know. Battle of Mogadishu."

Will had started the year as a history major but changed to writing after he found his knack. Elizabeth frowned against Will's neck. "So that all happened?" She questioned softly and Will nodded. "Yep. I even heard that the Blackburn really did fall from the Black Hawk."

Elizabeth gasped and hugged him closer to her. All wars like that were so… wrong.

Feeling her shiver against him, Will pulled her into his lap then frowned. "Oh, don't worry, love, Mog has been over for over ten years now," he kissed her cheek gently, his voice soft. "And I'm never on planning to join anything like the army."

Elizabeth buried her face deeper into his neck. "The only battle I'm in right now is one with damn Beckett." Will growled low in his throat, His hand tightened in and out of a fist as it had been earlier.

Will had plans on getting more information out of Jones for information on Beckett. There had to be something more about that short man than he gives out.

"Anyway, Liz, are you feeling better?"

She nodded while playing with the zipper on Will's jacket. "I wasn't even that sick, really. I woke up feverish… but I got better along the day," she said with an innocent smile. Will chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"Left me to face Beckett alone, thanks a lot." He pushed her off of him and stood up dramatically, arms crossing at his chest. Elizabeth giggled then grasped Will's hand before he could walk off.

"Oh, come on, Will," She was still in giggles when she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. "You know that Beckett doesn't hate you as much as he hates me and Sparrow." She propped her chin onto his shoulder.

Will turned and swept Elizabeth into his arms. "Oh, he hates me. I have a feeling that things are just going to get worse for all of us by the end of the year." He frowned before giving her a quick peck on the lips.

Professor Jones frowned when Monday morning Elizabeth and Will were both silent. It wasn't like the couple at all. Elizabeth had a thoughtful look on her face the full time, arms crossed firmly at her chest and went unmoving until class was released. Will, on the other hand, concentrated on the notebook before him and writing furiously, obviously not from the lesson being taught.

As class ended and the couple left, Jones quickly grabbed both of their shoulders, "Elizabeth, William, I need to talk to you two." Both stopped and glanced at each other for a moment before entering the class once again.

The door shut and Elizabeth and Will sat quietly while Jones rubbed his chin in thought. Elizabeth grasped Will's hand in hers before turning to the professor and asked, "What do you need to talk about, sir?"

Jones leaned against his own desk before looking up at the couple then back down to the ground. "I know you two have been getting into it a bit with Beckett," his voice was hushed, almost afraid of someone else hearing.

Will nodded and wrapped his arm around Elizabeth. "Yes, sir, we're still getting into a bit with Beckett," His tone was sharp and his attempt to keeping quiet wasn't very successful. Elizabeth used her free hand to cover Will's mouth, muffling it down.

"Turner, Beckett isn't someone you want to get on a bad side," Jones warned, his eyes blaring in a hidden rage. "I know I said I could be a bitch in the class… but outside, no," The professor grabbed a notepad on his desk and flipped it open.

Notes from the last staff meeting.

"Mr. Turner, Miss Swann, I don't recommend messing with Cutler Beckett. He's not the type of person to mess with."

Just as soon as he finished talking, the door swung open.

author note: Another chapter posted. Thanks to all those who reviewed... you're the ones who push me to keep writing. Any suggestions you guys post, go ahead. Next chapter will carry on with the bit of a cliffhanger I gave you guys. And possibly some football game randomly. By the way, I only included 'Black Hawk Down' because I was watching it while I was typing. Along with Love Actually then Ella Enchanted.

If you have any suggestions, PM me. I'll take them all and put them into thought!

I don't exactly like this chapter that much... and I'm probably going to play around with the other characters who've been introduced. I'm open for any suggestions/remarks/anything you have to give me!