Disclaimer: Well, now that I'm done…Vicki can step up to bat (seeing as it is her chapter and therefore she wrote it). It was expressed that someone thought that she and Will's relationship was "lame." Well…(smiling) I'll let you decide that for yourselves here. Another chapter of mine will follow…that is when I write it. Right now, I have three other stories (From Hell and Not the Type and For the Little Treasure Seeker) that people are really angry at me for not updating. So enjoy Vicki's little scrap of unlameness…it ROCKS!
"So…Ben has invited us all to go see a movie this afternoon." I offered. After I said this, it was first Will who looked at Jack, then Jack looked at Will…(no, they didn't make out.)
"What the bleedin' 'ell is a movie? Sounds like some demented form of torture! Well, I can take wha'ever ye can give out! Not sure about young William here, though. His man-skills are yet to be tested."
"Oh, they hold up quite well on their own." I answered without thinking.
"What?" Rachel asked, furrowing her brow.
"Wha'?" Jack chorused.
"Nothing." I answered quickly. "Rachel, care to explain movies?"
"Not really." She said, deep in concentration as she tossed grapes into the air and attempted to catch them in her mouth. She was failing.
"Ok, fine. Movies are like the moving, talking pictures we showed you on the other day, but bigger and longer, and there's lots of them."
"Anything that's bigger n' longer is alright wit me." Jack grinned.
"Do you realize how ultimately gay that sounded? Are you playing for the other team these days, eh Jack?" Rachel asked him, smiling madly. Jack must have realized what he'd said because he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it immediately, a first for the Captain.
"Right. Well, movies then?" Rachel said, looking around at us all. I nodded, Will shrugged and Jack was…quiet. Okay, something definitely went down last night with Rachel and the guy. I'd have to remember to ask her what it was.
"We'll let Ben handle the tickets, Rachel. Just have him order some good ones." I said.
"I'll check in with him, and see if he snagged us some." She volunteered as she headed off to get that important info, while the boys and I moved into my kitchen to get some breakfast.
"Would it be possible for us to eat anything other than those puffed things?" Jack roared.
"I'm sorry I can't offer you a nice whiskey, but unless you want cold pizza, it's cereal ahoy." I answered him.
After Will and Jack were done with their cold pizza and I with my frosted flakes, Rachel bounded into the kitchen.
"It's all set! I'm so excited to see this movie again, and I know you will be too." She told me. Suddenly, the room got a little cold.
"Rachel…what tickets did Ben order?" I asked her.
"Troy! Oh my god! Sean Bean-y goodness!"
"WHAT!" I cried. How could she be so stupid? "Can I speak with you a moment, please?"
"Sure." Rachel answered, obviously confused by my reaction. We moved into the other room and I closed the door.
"WHAT THE CRAP IS WRONG WITH YOU!" I asked…er…screamed.
"Whoa, calm down, buddy-boy! What's the big problem? I mean you love that movie, especially since…Oh." Rachel suddenly stopped, a look of realization coming over her face.
"Yeah." I sighed.
"Oh shit. Orlando."
"No shit, Sherlock. What the hell is Will gonna think when he sees a look a like of himself with curls and a skirt on screen? He's gonna flip!"
"Maybe he won't notice!" Rachel offered.
"Oh get off it. At least Clark Kent wore glasses." I shot back.
"Well, he can't return the tickets! So you either waste forty of his dollars or we go and you make out with Will the whole time so he won't notice!" I threw up my hands.
"Fine, but if this ends badly, you know who I'm turning to." Rachel nodded and we headed back into the other room.
"Well, it looks like we're going to the movies."
The day wore on, night rolled around, and before I had time to barricade us in the house we were off to see "Troy"…unfortunately. Rachel and Jack were engaged in a heated argument over whether blue is a better color for bikini's than red, and Jack, even though he had yet to even see a bikini, was winning. Will and I sat in the front seats in uncomfortable silence, and every five minutes or so he'd look at me and smile, trying to cheer me up from whatever was bothering me, even though it was he who was about to be the silent one. Ben sat in between Rachel and Jack, uncomfortable.
We pulled into a decent parking space and Rachel (with Ben in tow) and Jack ran out, both annoyed by the other too much to stay in a car together any longer than necessary. Will and I climbed out, and before he could get too far away I grabbed his arm and kissed him deeply. He seemed pleasantly surprised yet taken aback, so I began to speak.
"Will, you know I love you, don't you? And that I'm here if you need me, or if you have any questions, right?" Will smiled and pulled me closer.
"Of course. And you know I love you as well." I nodded and we moved to catch up with Jack, Rachel and Ben.
The previews were long and boring, and Will made it worse by nuzzling my face and caressing my hand. God. Maybe making out would be a good plan. Suddenly, the haunting music flowed from the speakers and a map of the Aegean came into view. The back story was slowly revealed and Jack began to laugh.
"For god's sake, shut up Jack!" Rachel whispered.
"Those are words!" Jack laughed.
"Your inability to read is not that humorous, Jack." I whispered in his direction, trying hard not to think of what was to come. As the desert scene faded into the screen and Sean Bean's voice echoed out of the speakers, I leaned over to Will and tried to initiate a three hour make-out session.
"Victoria, don't you want to see the movie? As much as I would love to do this, couldn't we save it for tonight?"
"No, Will. I, uh…want to now!" I pleaded, trying desperately to put on my sexy voice, but to no avail.
"I wish to see this, love. I promise, stay with me here and tonight we shall have each other." He breathed, pulling me towards him with a demanding grasp and sucking the breath out of me with a heated, sensual kiss. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as we broke away and he pulled my head down to his shoulder, knowing that his promise would not come true.
The movie started up as usual, Brad Pitt and some naked chicks getting most of the screen time. Too quickly, however, the scene changed to a familiar Spartan port, and my breath caught in my throat as the banquet scene floated before us. Seconds became hours, but then the moment came, the face of Orlando Bloom as Prince Paris made it's heavily eyelinered grand entrance, and I felt Will stir. I trembled, taking my head off his shoulder, afraid of the expression his face would show. His eyes were caught in a wild stare, his mouth slightly parted, no words could be found to answer his questions.
"Will?" I barely got out. He paid no mind to my plea, and continued to stare at the screen, while I suppressed my desire to jump into his arms and cover him with kisses and tell him he was the one I loved. That Paris was a ninny and a fool and in no way knew how to handle a sword. I wanted to tell him I'd marry him today and have his children (which I knew could never really happen, how could I have a fictional character's baby?), anything to wipe his sweet face clear of that growing expression.
Three hours later the movie ended, and as I tried to stifle my bitter tears, Rachel, seeing my anguish and knowing my pain, went to talk to Will.
"Will!" Rachel called out, catching up to him, "Will, don't be…"
"I don't know what's going on. I don't know who that man is and why he looks just like me, all I know is that Victoria has not been telling me something. We've been getting closer and closer every day, when I think of having to leave her I feel sick. I love her and she's been lying to me."
"She hasn't been lying! We haven't given you and Jack false information; we just withheld some of the more complicated points for your own good!"
"That's the same as lying and you both know it! Jack and I deserve the truth; we deserve to be able to decide for ourselves." Will walked away, leaving Rachel to fend for herself before Ben caught up to her.
We made it back to the house and whereas I normally would have spied on Rachel and Ben, tonight all I wanted was Will to forgive me. I heard Ben leave and went to seek comfort from Rachel, but then I heard a familiar sound from upstairs: the door to my room opening. I turned to Rachel with a face full of horror, then turned and sprinted up the stairs to my room.
"Will! Please! Don't go in there! Talk to me! Please!" I cried. But it was too late. I reached the landing and stared in horror at the sight of Will Turner standing in the middle of my room. I slowly entered the room and watched his eyes dart from poster to poster. The faces of Orlando's characters stared back at him.
"Is this all?" He asked monotonously. I turned around and closed the door to reveal my collage of Orlando which covered the backside of my bedroom door.
"I'm sorry, Will. I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to find out this way."
"Find out what? I don't even know who I am! You come into my life, you say you're from the future, but I always knew it was more than that. So what is it? Are Jack and I just a dream? Are you? Are we dead? What?" I remained silent, fighting the tears.
"WHAT!" He repeated.
"You're a character in a movie, Will! I don't know how this happened, but you're a character an actor played. This actor," I said, pointing to a picture of Orlando on my wall, "he played you. The same for Jack. All of these people are his characters."
"And why are they all over your wall?"
"Because I like them. I like him."
"And that's why you like me. Because I am one of his…characters."
"No Will! I love you! I love you because of who you are and how you act towards me. You are real! If you weren't real this couldn't be!" He stared at me, obviously trying to believe me, but still in shock over the news. I paused, then began ripping down the posters and pictures from my walls.
"Do you see?" I cried, waving fistfuls of paper at Will. "They're nothing! It's you!" I held his face in my hands, though his eyes refused to meet mine. "When you're ready to talk to me about…anything, I'll be here." I left my room, not knowing what he'd do. Not blaming him if he wanted to jump out the window. I entered the living room to find Jack and Rachel sitting in silence (a first for him). Upon seeing my face, Rachel ran and hugged me, causing the tears to freely flow down my face.
"It's over. He hates me and I lied to him. You two might as well go back now." I said, indicating Jack, "There's no point in you staying now."
Rachel pulled away. "He loves you. You know he does. Hell, even Jack knows he does."
"Disgusting." Jack responded quietly, though with a hint of comfort in his voice.
"He'll come around. He's too much of a gentleman not to." Rachel smiled.
"But what about Jack?" I whispered in Rachel's ear. "I told Will about him being a character, but I don't think Jack will get it." We both looked at Jack, who was currently walking his fingers up and down his legs and making them talk.
"No point in telling him." Rachel answered. I nodded. "Cheer up. Who could resist this face?" She said, pinching my cheeks and using a sickeningly sweet baby voice. I forced a smile and batted her hands away.
"Let's play a game. Keep the lass's mind off the eunuch. It's called, Rub Jack's Back."
"Not now Jack!" We both chorused.
Night time rolled around, and I found myself lying on the couch, unsure of how long I'd been there, or whether I'd been asleep or not. Jack was slumped over the arm of the chair, snoring loudly. Rachel was curled up on the other sofa, one hand clutching our antique blanket under the sway of what seemed to be a powerful dream.
The phone revealed a message from my parents, checking in from the beach and making sure I was okay. Sure. Just fine. I listened upstairs for any sign of movement from Will, but heard nothing. I sighed, sitting down in the middle of my kitchen and racking my brain for any way to show Will how much I loved him. How much I needed him and how he was the only one. And then it came to me. How it took me so long to reach that conclusion, I didn't know. To me it was perfect. It was real. I smiled and made my way upstairs.
My heart pounded in my chest as I opened the door to my room. Will was asleep on the floor, his brow furrowed as if deep in thought. I knelt down to him and placed a small kiss on his lips, only deep enough to wake him.
"Victoria." He whispered, waking and sitting up.
"Will, I…I've decided something. I know how to show you how much I love you, and how real you are. Because if you weren't in fact real, this couldn't happen." And with that I stood up and pulled my shirt over my head, then pulled the zipper on my denim skirt and let it fall to the floor. I lay down beside Will, suddenly feeling confident and sure in my actions.
"Victoria?" I smiled and kissed him hard drawing him in until I felt him kissing me back. Suddenly, in a single moment, he'd flipped me over so that I was the one on the floor and he was above me. Holding me. Kissing me.
"Do you remember the blacksmith's shop? The workbench?" I said, unbuttoning his shirt.
"How could I forget? Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked, nuzzling my neck and letting his fingers lose themselves in my hair. I simply giggled, feeling how ready he was, and pulled the blanket off my bed and onto the floor.
Hours later I awoke. We lay facing each other. Yes…naked. Girlishly I blushed and peeked underneath the blanket. Good lord. The man was NOT a eunuch. Not in the slightest. Our legs were intertwined and while I had both my hands resting on his (tan, muscular, slightly sweaty) chest, he had one arm underneath my head and cradling my shoulders while the other rested on my lower back, drawing me close to him. I grinned and nuzzled up against him. He stirred, shifting his legs, causing me to graze my knee against something ELSE that stirred. Again, I blushed. Happily, I closed my eyes and slept the best night's sleep of my life. That is, until Will woke me up for a reunion of sorts.