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Title: The Long Con: The Turn (2/3)
Author: Miss ‘Drea
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth, Norrington/Elizabeth
Warnings: AU - no Pirates.
Summary: Things are beginning to come together.

The alarm clock went off at 6:30 the next morning and it was Jack who knocked it to the floor. Will muttered into his pillow, “I should get up now. Get ready and...” he interrupted himself to yawn.

“Don’t go into today,” Jack mumbled into the skin of Will’s back. “I’ll make it worth your while...” He began kissing a line down Will’s spine. Will mumbled a half hearted protest mingled with a groan of acceptance. “Is that a yes?” he whispered, nibbling on the two dimples in Will’s muscled lower back.

“No,” he mumbled back, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. “I need to go to work. It’s my second day...”

“So what?” Jack asked breathlessly against the quivering muscles of his lover’s ass.

“By the book,” Will said half-heartedly, his body tense as he waited for Jack to move.

“Fuck the book,” was Jack’s eloquent reply as he slid sensuously up his lover’s back.

Will turned over suddenly, kissing Jack brutally. “Would rather fuck you,” he whispered.

Jack smirked. “Gladly,” he replied, pinning Will’s wrists over his head and flipping them over. “You’ll be late,” he whispered against the side of Will’s face.

“So what?” came the breathless reply, and Jack chuckled, kissing his lover hard. The older man linked Will’s wrists with one hand and used the other to work his way down between their bodies. Will gasped something inarticulate and strained against Jack, arching his back until it cracked unpleasantly.

Wincing in sympathy, Jack pressed downward so Will was pinned against the pillows again. “Careful, pet,” Jack said silkily, “might hurt yourself.” Will growled at him, and Jack moved his hand an inch downward. The growl turned into a high pitched whine as Jack roughly pressed the heel of his hand against Will’s trapped erection.

“I’m going to hurt you, Jack, if you don’t fucking hurry up!”

Jack tsked him lightly, sliding his hand lower to slip two fingers into Will’s entrance. He found it still slick from their games the night before. He grinned and Will shuddered both at the feeling and the intent in Jack’s eyes. “Can’t hurry these things, darlin’. Gotta make sure everything is good...and proper and...”

He moved his fingers just so and Will cut off Jack’s tirade with a hoarse shout, writhing ineffectually against Jack. “Jack! Please!”

Jack hoisted himself up a few inches and replaced his fingers with the blunt tip of his dripping erection. He paused and everything went still, even Will’s restless movements. It was too late before Jack realized Will’s plan. He went toppling to the floor, landing on his back before an angry and aroused William. Will pounced, sitting on Jack before the other man could move. “William!” he said sharply, his head falling back when Will ground their two erections together.

“That’s what you get, lover,” Will growled, before sitting up, then rapidly down on Jack’s cock, no extra preparation necessary.

So Jack took Will’s distraction for granted and rolled them over again. He ground down hard, and Will keened, his hands scrabbling at the hard wood floor. “Ass,” he said fondly, then began moving in earnest.

Will began clawing at Jack’s arms when a sharp rap came to the bedroom door. They froze, with difficulty. “Jack! Will! It’s fucking seven thirty. Stop shagging around and Will, you have work in a half hour!” Ana Maria’s irritated voice sounded.

Jack and Will stared at each other for a second before Jack stood slowly, letting himself fall out of Will. “C’mon,” he said urgently. “Shower.”

Using the bar of soap, they forwent the bother of penetration, and just used the terrycloth to finish what they had started. Will was out of the shower and dressed by quarter of, and Ana Maria drove him to work, berating him the entire way.

Will made it to the office before eight o’clock, but only just barely. Elizabeth gave him a concerned look as he sat down at his desk, gingerly. “Are you okay?” she asked, looking him up and down.

“Yeah,” he said after a moments pause. “My backside met with the pavement this morning in a rather unfortunate ending. I’m just a little sore.”

“Too sore to do something tonight?” Elizabeth queried, tilting her head to the side coquettishly.

Will blinked at her and he suddenly remembered Jack’s panicked filled face. He smirked. “Tonight? Sure. I get to pick the restaurant. Deal?”



Will and Elizabeth sat at Will’s favorite restaurant, a Japanese style place called Osaka. She blew experimentally on her Miso Soup and watched as Will ate his almost reverently. “You really like this place, huh?” she said when she’d had her first mouthful. He nodded. “It’s good.”

“, he introduced me to this place. Takes me here on my birthday.” Will finished his soup and placed it aside.

“What, no girlfriend?” Elizabeth asked, shocked.

“What?” Will asked skeptically. “I’m g...” he trailed off. “I don’t have a good track record with women,” he finally said, looking a little sad.

“You seem to be doing fine to me,” Elizabeth said gently, leaning over and grasping his hand. He stared at their hands for a minute before squeezing it once and letting go. “So,” she said briskly changing the subject. “Why bank clerk?”

“I’m good with numbers,” Will said honestly. “And I like people.”

Elizabeth leaned forward. “So you didn’t come to our bank because of the Heart of the Ocean?”

Will frowned. “Isn’t that a song?”

“Actually. Yes. But that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the diamond.” Elizabeth waited but Will’s expression became no more enlightened. “Oh come on Will. David Jones’ diamond? The famous one?” Will shook his head. “Where have you been these past four years?” she asked rhetorically.

“Borneo,” came the succinct reply.

“Are you serious?” Elizabeth asked. Will shook his head with a smile. “Didn’t think so. Davy Jones, our C.E.O., owns the building and he puts his most prized possession, the Heart of the Ocean in the most secure vault. It’s as big as my fist. He says he found it out a wreck about eight years ago.”

“Eight years ago...” Will mused aloud, thinking fast. Eight years ago, he was in Scotland with his mother, trying to take care of her before she finally died. Six years ago, he joined up with Jack and his company. He filed away the information for later. “I was in Scotland,” he said honestly. “Family shit.”

“ that’s where you’re from. You didn’t have the normal accent, and I wondered.”

“I have a mix,” he admitted sheepishly. “I’m kind of a United Kingdom mutt, you could say.”

Elizabeth giggled. “I like your accent,” she said shyly. She leaned forward of the table, just the barest inch and the waiter placed down their food in front of them.

Moment broken, Will looked up at the waiter and pressed his hands together as though in prayer. “Arigatou,” he said politely.

The waiter broke out into a large grin. “Itadakimasu!” he said happily, bowing in return.

Will smiled to himself. Elizabeth stared in shock. “You speak Japanese?”

“I speak some,” he said carefully. “I speak a lot of some. Eat,” he said gesturing toward her sushi.

“You will never cease to amaze me, William Turner.”

Will got home at nine, surprised not to see Jack waiting for him in the kitchen. He heard the televison on in the other room and peaked in to see Cotton and Ana Maria curled up together on the couch, asleep like puppies. He turned off the telly and the light, before heading up the stairs to bed.

Jack was sitting on the bed waiting for him. “How was your date?” he asked stiffly.

Will just glanced at him before falling face first into the pillows. “I,” he said with great dignity, “am so gay.”

The effect was slightly lost in the pillows.


The next morning Will woke up alone, an occurrence, he noted that was strange as that hadn’t happened since before he and Jack had gotten together. He heard quiet voices down the stairs into the kitchen and he padded softly in on bare feet.

Ana and Jack were whispering at the table, head together over a sheet of paper. Will sat down next to them with a cup of tea. “Morning,” he said. “I don’t have work today, so I thought we could talk about what I’ve learnt.”

Jack looked at him for a long moment. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “What have you learned?”

“That I have more questions that answers,” the younger man admitted. “But only one is pressing.” He put the tea down and looked at Jack seriously. “What happened eight years ago with David Jones?”

Jack went white, then red, then white again in quick succession. He shot to his feet, mumbling something about plans, and fled the kitchen. Ana Maria sighed, before shooting Will an apologetic look and chasing after her best friend and employer.

Will downed the rest of his tea and went after them both, catching them before they went into the bedroom. “Oh no,” he said when Ana Maria tried to shut the door in his face. “That’s my lover in there and I’m going to find out what’s wrong. Move.”

Ana Maria sighed again, then moved out of the way. Jack stood across the room from them, staring out at the city through the window. “Well,” Jack said softly. “I suppose it’s time to come clean, huh, pet?”

Ana Maria slid her arms around him, giving him a tight hug. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

Will watched their altercation without feeling. Jack and Annie had been together for years before Will had ever stumbled upon their picture. He felt no actual jealousy, only the fear that something was really wrong. Jack disentangled himself from Ana, and sat on the edge of the bed across from Will. “I’m Jack Sparrow,” he said, “con artist, and thief. Ten years ago, I was Jack Sparrow, a marine archeologist.”

Will blinked at him. “And that means...?”

“My crew and I would dive, and research and find sunken ships, or other such oddities that shouldn’t be there. My father, Annie and I were a team. The best, they said. And then we found a simple little wreck off the coast of Jamaica. She was mostly intact, a stern and a bow, three masts, no sails though...” Jack smiled wistfully. “She was beautiful. We figured her to be about mid-sixteen hundreds, maybe early seventeen...”

“What happened on that wreck, Jack?” Will asked quietly when his lover stopped talking.

“Well, we got down there, and the ship was legendary. The Black Pearl, she was, from a pirate way back in the day. Boring history, not the point. The Black Pearl though, held the infamous Heart of the Ocean. I held it in my hands. I held it. It was mine. The Pearl was mine. I had staked a claim and everyone knew it. And then...” he trailed off again.

This time Annie started the story up again. “Teague...that’s Jack’s father, he got hurt. Real bad. There was a shark, and...well. Teague, he had to be rushed to the hospital, and by the time we got back to the wreck, Jones’ men had picked her clean. The night that Teague died was the night Jack found the diamond missing.”

“It turned up,” Jack said suddenly, “in the possession of David Jones, multi-millionaire. He claimed the wreck, the diamond, and my glory.”

“So then you turned con,” Will said softly. Jack nodded, not meeting his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It...wasn’t as important as I thought it was, for a while. Then Cotton, he doesn’t know any better, brought up this as a mark and...” Jack trailed off again. “It did seem like a good idea at the time.”

Will sat in silence for a moment. “It’s at the bank. Biggest vault in the center. Needs a special key, that Jones’ has got. Keeps it with him at all times, only he can open it, he needs to be called in especially for the important people who also keep their things there.”

“When does he come in?” Jack asked, leaning forward his eyes bright.

“He doesn’t. He has a home office. But, we’re all given his number in case of emergency.”

Jack started to smile. “Well, gather the gang. I’ve got a plan!”


Gibbs was asleep so Ana Maria threw ice water on his face. He woke with a start. “What the bugger...” he shouted, which woke Cotton in the bed next to him.

“Shut up,” he growled covering his head with a pillow. “What the bloody fuck time is it?”

Ana Maria looked at the clock. “Half nine,” she said dispassionately. “Get up, yah lazy bums. Jack has a plan, and William’s done his bit.”

Gibbs grumbled good-naturedly, then stumbled to his feet followed by Cotton. They arrived in the living room to Jack parading in front of the telly to Will’s manic laughter. Jack turned to face his friends and grinned brilliantly. “Mornin’ gents!” he said brightly, waving them to the couch.

“Well? What’s this plan?”

Jack sat leaning forward to convey his point. “Well. Will found out where they keep the diamond. We compose a bank heist, Will, you’ll act as hero, of course, to me the dashing villain, and we’ll pretend like we just want the diamond. And that’s all we’ll take.”

“But what about the feds?” Cotton asked practically.

“Well, Jones never comes to work on an actual day. He has to be called. So Will, you call 999 and get the authorities to come over, and I’ll act like I’m angry with you and make you call Jones instead. He’ll show up, we’ll shoot a few holes in the walls, get my diamond and get the fuck out of Houston.”

Gibbs cringed. “Um, Jack, I think you’re mixing metaphors...”

The con artist waved his hand, dismissive. “I want my diamond,” he said firmly. “And ye’re all going to get it for me.” He grinned suddenly, the same bright manic light entering his brown eyes. “I get to deal with Cutler Beckett again!” he crowed.

Will sighed to himself. “I can see that telling him about the vault was not the wisest plan,” he muttered to Cotton.

The Fixer snorted. “You just thought of this now?”

The Inside Man shushed him, then stood to placate and hopefully calm down his lover. “Jack?” he questioned once he entered the kitchen.

The other man turned away from the sink and grinned. “William, my beloved boy!” he drew Will into a tight hug. “I love you,” the older man said into his chest. “I love you so much.”

Will hugged him closer, whispering into his hair, “I know. I love you too.”

Jack pulled Will up the stairs stumbling in his haste. Will hesitated at the doorway when Jack started throwing off his clothes. When the shorter man stood naked before him, Will stepped into the door way and closed it behind him. Instead of his usual behavior, Jack led his younger lover to the bed and gently started divesting him of his clothing.

Once Will was completely naked, Jack merely laid a chase kiss on his lips resting their foreheads together. Will blinked at him, concerned and Jack smiled gently at him, pulling Will closer and curling up beside him on the bed. Will sat up and pulled the covers over them before pulling Jack into him, spooning and coveting his lover.

“Jack?” Will whispered, but only received a light snort in reply. Jack mumbled and huffed against Will’s bare chest but didn’t wake. Will pressed a light kiss to Jack’s dread locked hair. “It’ll be okay,” he promised quietly. “I love you.”

Then he too, fell asleep to the sound of his lover’s beating heart.


On Monday morning, Will walked up the doors of the Bank without paying much attention to anything. He ran straight into a man by the revolving doors and stopped shocked. “Sorry, sir!” he squeaked trying to scoot by otherwise unannounced.

David Jones would have none of it. “You must be William!” he said, his voice much warmer and jovial than Will had expected it to be.

“Yes, sir,” he said nervously, shuffling his feet like he used to when he was a child.

“Don’t be nervous, Will m’boy! I won’t bite.” The large bearded man grinned, his teeth flashing a bright white in the dark of his beard. “Much.”

Will chuckled weakly. “Yes sir,” he said at a loss on what else he could have said.

Davy led him to his desk, sitting down in front of him. “How do you like my banks, Mr. Turner?”

“I like them very much, sir, and I...well, I’m really glad I got this job, so thank you, so much for hiring me.”

Davy grinned at him. “I’ve heard nothing but good things about you, Mr. Turner. Our Elizabeth fairly sings your praises.” He looked at Will slyly, “any inter-employee relationships I should be informed about, Will?”

Will shrugged. “Maybe?” he said shyly. “I don’t know. Is it a problem?”

“No, no problem,” Jones said with a laugh. “I just thought James there would get to her first. Ah well, early birds and all that...”

Will nodded slightly, watching Elizabeth out of the corner of his eye. She was talking to her father and shooting him furtive looks over one shoulder. He fought not to bury his head in his hands. He was so too gay for this job. “Worms, right?” he said, feigning brightness. “Are you calling Elizabeth a worm?”

David laughed. “I like you, Will. Welcome to the company.” He got up, walking away, booming to Weatherby. “I’d like to see my diamond before I go, Swann!”

Will watched carefully as Jones opened the vault and walked in. Will stood with some papers to file and watched as David opened the fourth box down, in row...sixteen. Will smiled to himself, filed the papers and hurried back to his desk.

On a post-it, he quickly wrote down fourth column, sixteenth row. He stuck it in his pocket and waited for the day to end.

Just as he sat down at his desk, his phone rang and giving it a surprised look he lifted it from the desk. “Dutch Banks, this is William, how may I help you?” he said smoothly.

He heard a light chuckle on the other end of the phone. “I didn’t t’ink you’d have really taken this job, young William,” the voice on the other side said amused.

Will rolled his eyes. “Hello Tia,” he said, spinning slightly in his chair to face his computer desktop. He held the phone between his head and his shoulder and said into it as he typed, “what made you call me here?”

The chuckle came again. “I heard what you was doin’ for ol’ Jack,” she said liltingly. “And I t’ought it was a wonderful idea. I t’ink you know what it will do for you an’ him,” she said knowingly.

“What,” Will said dryly into the receiver, “are you talking about?”

“You’ll see what I mean, Young William. Hang up the phone, a customer is going to call you.” Then the line went dead and Will dropped the phone onto the desk.

The phone rang. Staring at it in shock, he hesitantly picked up the phone. “Dutch Banks, this is William, how may I help you?” He listened for a moment then said kindly, “all right, hang on a tic while I transfer your call to Mr. Swann. Yes, your welcome.” He hit a few buttons then turned in his chair towards Elizabeth. “Miss Swann...?” he began.

She turned to face him. “Elizabeth. What’s up, Will?”

“Elizabeth. I was wondering...” he began, but she smiled and interrupted him.

“The new Thai place on the river?” she asked coyly, and he nodded his ascent. “Good. I love Thai.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had it,” Will said contemplatively. “Never been to Thailand.”

“Where have you been?” Elizabeth asked, leaning forward in interest.

Will thought for a moment. “Well, I’ve been across the Pond to both America and Canada. I’ve been to Brazil, Panama, several Caribbean Islands, Scotland, Wales, Ireland, Spain, France, Germany, Poland, China, Japan, Malaysia, Austria, Australia, New Zealand...and Morocco.”

Elizabeth blinked at him. “What about Borneo?” she asked finally. Will laughed, but shook his head. “And do you speak all those...languages?”

Will grinned. “I told you. I speak a lot of some.”


While leaving the Thai place, Will wrapped his arm around Elizabeth’s waist. “Let me walk you home, mie-mei?” He questioned with a grin.

“Mei-mei?” she asked, confused, but nodding her acsent.

“It’s Chinese. Cantonese, I think,” he said contemplatively. “I learned some of it, in Hong Kong with my father.”

“Cantonese!” She brightened. “I know a word! You, William Turner, are a hundan!” She stared in shock as Will broke out laughing, almost tripping over his own feet. “What?” she asked blankly, “what did I say?”

He sniggered. “Elizabeth, you just called me a bastard.”

She froze. “I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!”

Will just chuckled at her. “It’s all right, mei-mei. C’mon. Let’s go, it’s getting chilly.”

After dropping Elizabeth off at her penthouse apartment with a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth, and a promise to do it again sometime and a joking ‘xie-xie’. Will took a taxi home, anxious to see Jack again. He was waiting in the kitchen for Will, drinking a beer. “How was your date?” he asked immediately.

Will sighed. “Are we having this conversation again?” he asked, opening the refrigerator and taking out a beer of his own. “Jack, I’m gay. Why do you insist on assuming that I’m going to drop you for Elizabeth?”

“I am not,” Jack began hotly, “assuming anything. You’re the one who jumped at the chance to take this con and...”

Will slammed his beer bottle down on the counter. “Jack, would you just listen to yourself?! You’re the one that fronted this idea in the first place. You didn’t give me a choice!”

“I should made Annie do it. She could have dated...someone! It didn’t have to be you!”

Will dropped his head into his hands. “Jack,” he muttered, his voice muffled by his elbows and sleeves, “why do we always have this conversation?” He glanced up. “Why are you so afraid you’re going to lose me?”

Jack turned away. “I’m not afraid.”

Will grimaced. “When you’ve decided to tell me the truth, you can come upstairs to bed. Otherwise, the couch is in there.” He slammed out of the kitchen loudly, taking the stairs two at a time and slamming the bedroom door as well.
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