Ah hah hah... Fire alarms at 2 in the morning! Awesome plan, guys, awesome plan.
Will was never entirely sure what really happened that night.
He fell asleep with Jack in his arms, vulnerable, needy Jack, who was Jack and not Jack and whom he loved, no matter who he really was.
And when he woke up, Captain Jack Sparrow was holding him.
"Mornin', luv." The Captain's deep, husky drawl whispered, his lips almost brushing the shell of his ear. "Sleep well, I take it?"
"Jack?" He tried to twist in the older man's arms and discovered that he wasn't so much as sitting up against Jack's chest as encased by him, trapped by a cage of gangly limbs and sheer bravado. "You're… You're you!"
There really was no mistaking it. The hair might have been gone, the khol out for a stroll, the hat and the bandanna and the beard all unaccounted for, but it was him. It was really him.
How he got his beads back would remain a mystery.
"Well, of course I'm me! Who else would I be? You?" Jack laughed, tightening his arms around him and burying his face in the crook of his neck. "Sorry for the confusion, mate. Seemed like a good idea at the time."
"But… But how?" Will somehow managed to turn himself around, kneeling between Jack's long legs, the man's arms draped around his shoulders. "I mean, you… It just got worse, and… Huh?"
"Heh. Let's just say I've got some friends in high places an' leave it at that, eh?" Jack's familiar, beautiful laugh, tainted with something he almost called sadness. "There's no point in askin' questions that can't be answered nicely."
Will stared at him for a long, long moment. A million thoughts, a million fears, a million doubts ran rampant through his head. There were so many things he didn't know, so many things he couldn't even begin to guess at. So many questions.
But in the end, none of them mattered.
Not now.
He wrapped his arms around Jack's neck, held him tight, and swore he would never let go ever again.
Not until the day he died.