Mwa ha ha... Right around when I was writing this, I started thinking "Well, crap. This is going to end really, really badly." And then I couldn't decide whether to do this one first or the next one, because technically the next one comes first, chronologically speaking, but this one was written first, so... Yeah.
I'm just going to post them both at the same time. ^.^
Will woke up sore and happy, warm in the Captain's bed, under the Captain's sheets. Jack had been especially… urgent the night before, drawing near to him again and again until neither of them really enjoyed it. Eventually, Will had just collapsed onto the bed, demanding rest and sleep and hopefully something halfway decent to eat before even thinking about another round. He had passed out into a dreamless slumber with Jack's arms wrapped around him, whispering something in what sounded like really, really bad French.
He somehow found the energy within himself to roll over, drape his arms around Jack's strong shoulders and possibly suggest that breakfast could wait for at least ten minutes.
Except Jack wasn't there.
He jerked himself upright, biting back a yelp at the not-quite-unexpected pain in his rear. The black-haired pirate was nowhere to be seen. Normally Jack waited for him to wake up, or woke him up himself if there was something going on. In the whole six months they had officially been together, he'd never once woken up alone.
Something had obviously happened. Something was going on. He knew it, he'd known it all along. From the very start he knew, he knew something was wrong. He should have pressed it harder, should have made Jack tell him what it was. But now it was too late.
They were out of time.