For lizzylove4ever, "Alone Together" by greenisbeauty
Title: Alone Together
Author:greenisbeauty
Rating: PG-13
Notes: None of these characters belong to me. So props to Disney!
Pairing: Jack/Elizabeth
Option: #1- Pre-AWE fluff
Summary: Another missing scene from the island. A sort of continuation, if you please. :)
For lizzylove4ever
“Alone Together”
It had been no more than an hour since they collapsed together onto the sand, two empty bottles of rum scattered beside them. Elizabeth had fallen asleep only briefly, lying beneath the stars, her head resting upon Jack’s chest, his steady heart providing her with more warmth and solace than the rum. He may be a scoundrel, she thought, but at least he was a great distraction from being stranded on some godforsaken island with little to no hope of rescue. He made her laugh, spun stories with his words and his hands- his hands… no. That was the rum playing mind games. Mind games. Remain in control, she tells herself, or this will never work.
What’s the rush? Another voice, a more seductive voice enters her mind; and the voice was right. So many more hours would pass before daybreak. So regardless of the warmth’s cause, she lets herself drown in it, nuzzling her face into his chest, his scent. Suddenly, Jack awakes her from her reverie.
“And what of you? Are you the young woman I’ve read about? Corsets, tea parties, propriety. Is that you?”
Elizabeth sighs, staring out towards the fire.
“Of course it’s me. It has to be. I don’t have a choice.”
“Aha. But that is where you are most incorrect, dearest Elizabeth. You do. I see it in you. You’re not cut out for this. The corsets, tea parties, propriety. That’s what a lady needs…and you are most definitely not a lady.”
Elizabeth’s eyes snap to his, indignant.
“Excuse you!”
A smile creeps upon his lips. “Don’t be mistaken, Love. Meant to be a compliment. After all, why be a lady when you can be a woman, a woman with feelings and wants and needs? And how grand would it be, knowing you could actually act on them?”
A heavy pause. He sees something within her, a small flame, or just a spark perhaps? Either way, she is clearly unaware of it.
“Quicksand,” he utters softly, gently holding her chin up between his thumb and forefinger, “that is what you are. Best keep me to meself around you.”
And yet, he does not move. For several minutes, neither says a word. The sun has entirely disappeared from the heavy sky, replaced only by the light of satin stars and the tall bonfire reaching up to them.
“I’ve never seen them so bright,” Elizabeth exhales with wonder.
“What? The stars?” Jack asks, sitting up slightly to glance at her, incredulously.
“Yes, the stars,” she replies with a smile.
He leans back once more.
“That’s a crime. Those stars will teach you everything you could ever want or need to know. Better than any bloody compass. Everyone should spend a little time alone with them.”
“But we are not alone with the stars. Not right now.”
The waves crash onto the sand.
“Who said that we can’t be alone together? You be you, right where you are. I will, of course, be who I’ve always been. Alone. Together.”
Elizabeth’s brow furrows as she shifts to glance up to him.
“Why can I only ever understand half of what you say?”
A small laugh escapes his lips.
“Maybe you’ll understand it all someday.”
He smiles as though he shares a secret with himself, spinning magic again.
“Sooner if we never get off this island. I’ll end up speaking like you in no time at all. All madness.”
“Madness,” he replies in a statement, the clearest word he’s spoken all evening. “Yes, it must be that.”
“Or is it always an act?”
“Or is what always an act?”
“The drunken swagger, the rambling phrases, the slurred words...”
“No more of an act than your curtsy, your modest speech, and your proper diction-”
“I haven’t always acted so properly.”
Jack is clearly curious by this statement. He sits up and leans onto his hands, glancing down at her.
“What’s the worst thing you could have ever done?”
Elizabeth sighs and stares up at the stars.
“Where to begin? I once stole a horse from the stable at the age of five and rode it all the way into town, ran around the house naked at the age of eight to defy my father, who disapproved when I came home wearing a borrowed pair of boy’s trousers. I also tried to kiss Will Turner when I was thirteen.”
Jack begins to laugh, low and wild.
“What’s so funny?”
Elizabeth sits up suddenly and shoves Jack’s shoulders back. It’s no matter, though. He continues to laugh, and laugh…
“Tried to kiss Will Turner? Well never mind, that is the most scandalous thing I have ever heard!”
“Well he certainly seemed to think so. He pushed me away the moment he realized what I was trying to do.”
Elizabeth, what are you doing? We can’t!
“Well of course he did. That boy can’t keep up with you. He may be nice, loyal, and decidedly not James Norrington, but he’ll never be a match. Truly, my deepest sympathies go out to the lad.”
Jack shakes his head, smiling and rests his arms on his knees. Elizabeth turns to face him, arms folded.
“Well since you claim to know so much about me, having only known me for how long? A few days…then why don’t you tell me what I need?”
Jack glances at her with a wicked smile.
“Simple,” he dusts his hands off, preparing his statement.
“Someone who will stand up to you. Tell you when you’re wrong.”
He shifts so that he’s kneeling in front of her.
“Push you in the right direction,” he takes his forefinger and gives her a slight shove on the shoulder. She gasps slightly, though it didn’t hurt. He moves closer.
“Let you fall on your face when you need to.” He inches closer, she stares at him, wide-eyed, apprehensive.
“Let you grow, flourish, let that rebel within you run out of its cage and scream to its heart’s delight.” His voice is soft now, though not gentle. Her breath catches in her throat.
“Now how does that sound, Lizzie?”
Once again, they are nearly nose-to-nose. His half-lidded gaze burns a dark fire deep within her that she cannot stop. The rum, she repeats over and over in her head, the rum, the rum…
“You hold on much tighter, you’ll break,” he says in a low whisper, barely audible.
Her eyes soften for a moment. His cue.
“Let go.”
She obliges in a moment of weakness or glory, she cannot tell which. Will tomorrow come? Her eyes finally close completely, his warmth in front of her face, lips grazing hers softly before-
Thud.
The heat is gone. The night is silent again.
She opens her eyes to find Captain Jack Sparrow, sprawled upon the sand, mouth agape, dead to the world. Asleep.
Suddenly, her cheeks flush with something she can neither define as embarrassment nor frustration.
Stupid Elizabeth. Stupid, foolish girl.
She stands up in a moment, dusts the sand off of her garment and quickly runs to the supply of rum. The spell is gone.
“You’ve had your fun, Jack Sparrow,” she says to herself as she carries a bottle to the flame, “now it’s time to return to reality.”
The fire burns and dances when it tastes the rum. Elizabeth can’t help but smile through her burst of anger. Not even fire could evade him. How could she ever hope to do so?
*End
Author:greenisbeauty
Rating: PG-13
Notes: None of these characters belong to me. So props to Disney!
Pairing: Jack/Elizabeth
Option: #1- Pre-AWE fluff
Summary: Another missing scene from the island. A sort of continuation, if you please. :)
For lizzylove4ever
“Alone Together”
It had been no more than an hour since they collapsed together onto the sand, two empty bottles of rum scattered beside them. Elizabeth had fallen asleep only briefly, lying beneath the stars, her head resting upon Jack’s chest, his steady heart providing her with more warmth and solace than the rum. He may be a scoundrel, she thought, but at least he was a great distraction from being stranded on some godforsaken island with little to no hope of rescue. He made her laugh, spun stories with his words and his hands- his hands… no. That was the rum playing mind games. Mind games. Remain in control, she tells herself, or this will never work.
What’s the rush? Another voice, a more seductive voice enters her mind; and the voice was right. So many more hours would pass before daybreak. So regardless of the warmth’s cause, she lets herself drown in it, nuzzling her face into his chest, his scent. Suddenly, Jack awakes her from her reverie.
“And what of you? Are you the young woman I’ve read about? Corsets, tea parties, propriety. Is that you?”
Elizabeth sighs, staring out towards the fire.
“Of course it’s me. It has to be. I don’t have a choice.”
“Aha. But that is where you are most incorrect, dearest Elizabeth. You do. I see it in you. You’re not cut out for this. The corsets, tea parties, propriety. That’s what a lady needs…and you are most definitely not a lady.”
Elizabeth’s eyes snap to his, indignant.
“Excuse you!”
A smile creeps upon his lips. “Don’t be mistaken, Love. Meant to be a compliment. After all, why be a lady when you can be a woman, a woman with feelings and wants and needs? And how grand would it be, knowing you could actually act on them?”
A heavy pause. He sees something within her, a small flame, or just a spark perhaps? Either way, she is clearly unaware of it.
“Quicksand,” he utters softly, gently holding her chin up between his thumb and forefinger, “that is what you are. Best keep me to meself around you.”
And yet, he does not move. For several minutes, neither says a word. The sun has entirely disappeared from the heavy sky, replaced only by the light of satin stars and the tall bonfire reaching up to them.
“I’ve never seen them so bright,” Elizabeth exhales with wonder.
“What? The stars?” Jack asks, sitting up slightly to glance at her, incredulously.
“Yes, the stars,” she replies with a smile.
He leans back once more.
“That’s a crime. Those stars will teach you everything you could ever want or need to know. Better than any bloody compass. Everyone should spend a little time alone with them.”
“But we are not alone with the stars. Not right now.”
The waves crash onto the sand.
“Who said that we can’t be alone together? You be you, right where you are. I will, of course, be who I’ve always been. Alone. Together.”
Elizabeth’s brow furrows as she shifts to glance up to him.
“Why can I only ever understand half of what you say?”
A small laugh escapes his lips.
“Maybe you’ll understand it all someday.”
He smiles as though he shares a secret with himself, spinning magic again.
“Sooner if we never get off this island. I’ll end up speaking like you in no time at all. All madness.”
“Madness,” he replies in a statement, the clearest word he’s spoken all evening. “Yes, it must be that.”
“Or is it always an act?”
“Or is what always an act?”
“The drunken swagger, the rambling phrases, the slurred words...”
“No more of an act than your curtsy, your modest speech, and your proper diction-”
“I haven’t always acted so properly.”
Jack is clearly curious by this statement. He sits up and leans onto his hands, glancing down at her.
“What’s the worst thing you could have ever done?”
Elizabeth sighs and stares up at the stars.
“Where to begin? I once stole a horse from the stable at the age of five and rode it all the way into town, ran around the house naked at the age of eight to defy my father, who disapproved when I came home wearing a borrowed pair of boy’s trousers. I also tried to kiss Will Turner when I was thirteen.”
Jack begins to laugh, low and wild.
“What’s so funny?”
Elizabeth sits up suddenly and shoves Jack’s shoulders back. It’s no matter, though. He continues to laugh, and laugh…
“Tried to kiss Will Turner? Well never mind, that is the most scandalous thing I have ever heard!”
“Well he certainly seemed to think so. He pushed me away the moment he realized what I was trying to do.”
Elizabeth, what are you doing? We can’t!
“Well of course he did. That boy can’t keep up with you. He may be nice, loyal, and decidedly not James Norrington, but he’ll never be a match. Truly, my deepest sympathies go out to the lad.”
Jack shakes his head, smiling and rests his arms on his knees. Elizabeth turns to face him, arms folded.
“Well since you claim to know so much about me, having only known me for how long? A few days…then why don’t you tell me what I need?”
Jack glances at her with a wicked smile.
“Simple,” he dusts his hands off, preparing his statement.
“Someone who will stand up to you. Tell you when you’re wrong.”
He shifts so that he’s kneeling in front of her.
“Push you in the right direction,” he takes his forefinger and gives her a slight shove on the shoulder. She gasps slightly, though it didn’t hurt. He moves closer.
“Let you fall on your face when you need to.” He inches closer, she stares at him, wide-eyed, apprehensive.
“Let you grow, flourish, let that rebel within you run out of its cage and scream to its heart’s delight.” His voice is soft now, though not gentle. Her breath catches in her throat.
“Now how does that sound, Lizzie?”
Once again, they are nearly nose-to-nose. His half-lidded gaze burns a dark fire deep within her that she cannot stop. The rum, she repeats over and over in her head, the rum, the rum…
“You hold on much tighter, you’ll break,” he says in a low whisper, barely audible.
Her eyes soften for a moment. His cue.
“Let go.”
She obliges in a moment of weakness or glory, she cannot tell which. Will tomorrow come? Her eyes finally close completely, his warmth in front of her face, lips grazing hers softly before-
Thud.
The heat is gone. The night is silent again.
She opens her eyes to find Captain Jack Sparrow, sprawled upon the sand, mouth agape, dead to the world. Asleep.
Suddenly, her cheeks flush with something she can neither define as embarrassment nor frustration.
Stupid Elizabeth. Stupid, foolish girl.
She stands up in a moment, dusts the sand off of her garment and quickly runs to the supply of rum. The spell is gone.
“You’ve had your fun, Jack Sparrow,” she says to herself as she carries a bottle to the flame, “now it’s time to return to reality.”
The fire burns and dances when it tastes the rum. Elizabeth can’t help but smile through her burst of anger. Not even fire could evade him. How could she ever hope to do so?
*End