Disclaimer: Not mine but they should be.
Authors Note: Set after AWE, tells what really should have happened. Sorry about the way it is written, my new computer doesn't have Word so it is on Notepad.
Elizabeth woke in a cold sweat, she was alone in the Captain's quarters on the Black Pearl. It had been a dream she thought to herself, but across the room she heard Jack moaning loudly. Looking over in the direction of the sound she found it was no dream it was a nightmare, but one they had both survived for now at least. Standing on wobbly legs she made her way to the profusely bleeding pirate, facing Gibbs she inquired as to his wellbeing.
"Mr. Gibbs how is he, will he make it, where is the bullet?"
"One question at a time Elizabeth. He is doing better then he should, his fate is still uncertain, and as far as the bullet goes it is stuck, none of us have agile enough fingers to get it and if we can't retrieve it Jack is surely dead."
"Let me, let me get the bullet. My fingers are small and believe me no one wants him alive more than me."
Leading her to Jacks almost lifeless body Gibbs felt her hands begin to quiver. Once there though she relaxed at once leaving him no question that if Jack could be saved she could do it. Digging her fingers in to his chest she felt the urge to vomit but suppressed it with tears, as she felt her way around she felt a light thump against her fingers, she had felt his heart and it began to beat more steadily. Finally as the crew was about to tell her to just remove her hand and let him go, she grabbed it. Pinching it between two fingers she slowly brought it out.
"The Captain likes to keep those Miss, ought leave it here for him if he wakes."
Putting on a brave face she spoke clearly and with meaning, "when the Captain awakes he will know where to find his bullet."
After Elizabeth headed back to the cabin no one saw her for three days, and when Gibbs went in to tell her Jack was progressing she just buried her face in his pillow and said she didn't want to see him just lying there. It had been three weeks since she had left his cabin and considering all that was in there food wise was rum she had stayed wankered the whole time, but she had ran out yesterday and was now dealing with the hangover of a life time. Lifting her head out of the bucket and laying it back down on the pillow she heard an all to familiar voice.
"You look bloody awful, love."
"Jack?"
"I got shot and look better than you, by the way where is me rum?"
Elizabeth began to cry three weeks and she still had tears.
"Lizzie, it is just rum, we can get more next port."
"No it is you I almost lost you, and one day I will and what happens then, what happens when I lose everything?"
"Love, you won't lose me you can't kill Captain Jack Sparrow, well maybe you can, but no one else can."
Getting up and crossing the room she began to trace his newly healed scar.