Of Words and Wishes

      One time, Wil had been happy.  The next he was bending over
Elizabeth's bleeding body cluching the wound that Norrington had
opened when she had stepped in front of the blow ment for him.  She
had died in his arms telling him to find what he needed to be happy. 
Norrington had killed himself in grief and insainity 3 days later.
      Wil had withered away after that.  Not eating, not talking,
and not working.  Gov. Swann had tried to hlp.  Trying time and again
to get Wil to move in with him, to share in their grief, maybe.  It
wasn't until Jack showed up that anything changed.  Jack had brought
the Black Pearl right into the bay and up to the dock.  Gov. Swann
had been waiting and Jack hadn't needed to ask.  Word had reached
Jack about what had happened and he had come running.  Swann didn't
try to stop him.  Swann had known that one day Jack Sparrow would be
back for what was his. 
      Wiliam Turner belonged to Jack Sparrow. 
      Even Elizabeth knew but had held on to Wil like a life line;
in the end she had known that Jack would be back for Wil.  Jack had
strutted his way though the city to Wil's shop with Gibbs, AnnaMaria
and 4 other Pirates.  Jack had not been happy with what he had
found. 
      There was dust and soot all over the shop.  A half done sword
on the anvil and nothing in the shop looking like it had been used in
the 8 months sense Elizabeth had died.  Jack had his crew pack up all
of Wil's possisions.  Swords, tools, clothing, everything that Wil
owned was packed and taken to the Pearl.  Jack found Wil curled up in
an old moth eaten blanket looking like a bag of skin and bones.  Wil
had lost almost 20 pounds sense the loss of Elizabeth.  Jack had
covered Wil in a clean blanket and caried him back to his ship saying
nothing to the Gov.  Swann let the Black Pearl go knowing that Wil
was in better hands with Jack.
      Wil had woken up to the gentle rocking of a ship.  He had
found himself bundled in warm blankets laying on Jack's bed in the
captains quarters.  Said captin had been sitting by Wil's side.  They
had staired at each other in silence for minutes before the tears
came.  The first in almost 8 months.  Jack had gathered Wil in his
arms and rocked the man to sleep, all the while whispering words of
comfort and love. 
      After that, Jack couldn't let go.  He ended up holding Wil
through out the night.  But even with Jack doing everything in his
power it wasn't helping.  Jack had been doing everything that he
could but what he had wanted to do.
      Until Wil had found a way to open the windows in the
bedroom.  Jack had come down with lunch a week after he had brough
Wil on board to find him sitting on the edge of the window, stairing
out at the rolling ocean.  The clutter of dished on the floor and
Jack's trimmering voice had not brought Wil out of his trance. 
      Wil hadn't seemed to motice Jack was there.  He only ignored
Jack's words and leaned forward to drop to the ocean below.  Jack's
heart had lept into his throat at Wil's fall and he almost missed the
back of Wil's shirt before he went over the side.  Jack had thrown
Wil back into the room and onto the floor, quick to pin Wil down so
he couldn't get away.  Jack had to hold Wil down as he fought to be
free. 
      Wil yelled and cursed at Jack all the while, tears running
down his face, sobs breaking his words.  Jack grabed a hold of Wil's
thin wrists and yanked the young man into his arms.  Jack held Wil
until he had calmed down.  Then Jack said that if he ever pulled a
stunt like that again he would

kill him.  After that words tumbled out of Jack but he never said the
words that he wanted.  Jack talked as he rocked Wil, pressing his
lips to Wil's forhead before Wil moved and captured Jack's lips.  The
kiss had been sweet, like a shy boy's first kiss.  With Wil it might
as well have been.
      Jack let Wil control the kiss.  Keeping it as calm as he
could when all he wanted to do was toss Wil down and fuck him into
the floor.  The kiss had gotten desperate and Wil had opened his
mouth.  Jack had taken advantage and slid his tounge into Wil's mouth
before pulling away, telling Wil that he wasn't healed, wasn't done
morning and that he wouldn't hurt him. Cheeks still damp from his
tears, Wil took his own heart in his hands and handed it to Jack with
7 words.
      The morning after found Jack and Wil wrapped up in each
others arms with Jack watching his love sleep.  He brushed a lock of
curly black hair out of Wil's face thinking on Wil's words.  Vowing
never to let anything hurt his love again as he whispered into Wil's
ear:
      "I've always been in love with you, too." 

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