Fic: Tides Turn - Chapter 2 - Elizabeth/Remy
Title: Tides Turn
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean/ House, M.D.
Pairing: Elizabeth Swan/ Remy Hadley
Rating: T for now.
Remy awoke to a blinding pain in her shoulder. Groaning, she hauled herself up off the sand, her knees knocking together as her legs quivered weakly. After taking only two steps she collapsed, falling to her knees on the course sand. The pain in her shoulder was tremendous. She groaned, clutching one hand to her shoulder, as if that would stop the pain, before letting out an agonizing yell.
“Remy?”
She turned, hearing her name called. A woman was running down the beach towards her. Remy squinted her eyes, remembering neither how she got there, nor who this woman was.
“What are you doing?” The woman said, reaching Remy's side. She set down the bag she was carrying and moved to help support Remy. “Are you trying to kill yourself?” The woman said smiling.
“Hadn't planned on it.” Remy said, casting a sideways glance at the woman.
“Well I would've thought differently judging by the way you were acting last night. All heroic and what not.” The woman said, a smile still dancing on her lips.
Remy turned and looked out to sea. The last thing she could remember was coming up on deck for nightly patrol.
“Is everything alright?”
Remy glanced back towards the blonde sitting next to her.
“You mean besides the hole in my shoulder?” She said, wincing as she tried to move her arm a bit.
The woman laughed, “yes besides that.”
Remy managed a one-armed shrug.
“Last night's just a bit hazy I guess.” She said, staring off at the ocean once again. The sun was just rising.
“Shall I tell the heroic tale of Remy Hadley for you? Jog your memory a bit?” The woman said, half-jokingly.
Remy laughed, “why not.” The woman smiled but instead of launching into a retelling of the nights events, she turned and grabbed the bag she'd arrived with.
“First,” she pulled out a shirt, “for you,” she said handing it to Remy, “sorry about tearing apart your current one.”
Remy sighed lightly, “I suppose it had to be done,” she said, removing the remaining pieces of torn shirt from her body. With some help she managed to put the new shirt on.
“And I thought you might like this,” the woman said, retrieving a bottle from the bag, “you can either put it on your wound or drink it.”
Remy hastily grabbed for the bottle and took a deep swill from it. She grimaced slightly after she swallowed. “So about that heroic tale.” She said, examining the bottle casually.
“You were serious?” The woman said, “about not being able to remember.”
Remy nodded, before taking another drink.
“Do you even remember my name?”
Remy swallowed thickly, feeling for some reason very ashamed that she had not, in fact, remembered this woman's name.
“Well, I suppose we should start at the beginning.” The woman said, looking out over the ocean, a sort of concentrated look on her face. “I was on the deck of your ship, had stole aboard after your battle. According to you, you watched me move about the deck for some odd minutes. Quite slimy don't you think? Just watching me like that.” She turned towards Remy but her smile betrayed her words. “So you finally let yourself be known, we had a pleasant chat, I asked you if you were a eunuch, you told me I was beautiful.” She glanced Remy, who now had a deep blush creeping up her cheeks. “Did you mean it?” She asked, “or was the just the manly thing to say at the time.”
“Well seeing as I can't remember a drop of what you're telling me, I can't honestly say if I meant it or not.” Remy replied diplomatically. The woman nodded. “But if you were to ask me now...” Remy continued, “I'd say yes. Absolutely. You're very beautiful.” The woman smiled and now a slight blush was appearing on her cheeks.
“That's very kind of you to say that. Seeing as now you've got nowhere to go and it seems for the time being that I might be the one taking you in.” She smiled. Remy opened her mouth to argue but it was no use, the other woman had continued with the story. “So after that, one of your mates came up from below deck, he lectured you on being clumsy even though I was the one making all the noise. He soon discovered me, was about to run me through when you claimed that I was a conquest, your conquest to be exact. Well he didn't like that one bit, did he? He manhandled me and the like and tried to take me below but valiant Hadley saved the day, knocking him unconscious. All the noise, of course, woke everyone else and they proceed to charge on deck, but not after you so heroically forced me into a long boat to escape, while you stayed behind to fight them off. After that I'm not really sure, I heard a gunshot and saw you fall overboard. I retrieved you from the water, came ashore, took the bullet out of your shoulder and here we are.” She finished, spreading her hands out before her. Remy narrowed her eyebrows, there had to be something missing. Who was this woman? And why did she not seem at all surprised or...disgusted that Remy was in fact a woman.
“I know what you're thinking.” She said to Remy. “I've left some bits out haven't I? Just the ending though. I had to use your shirt as a bandage and that's when I learned that you're a woman. Then I believe we made the introductions.” She extended her hand to Remy. “I'm Elizabeth Turner.”
Remy gently shook the blonde's hand, “Remy Hadley,” she said, even though she knew she needn't bother.
“It's a pleasure Remy.” Elizabeth said smiling. Remy smiled in return.
“The pleasure's all mine Miss Turner.” Elizabeth laughed, she supposed that since this time Remy was fully coherent she had to clear something up.
“It's Mrs. Actually,” she said, “I supposed I left that out too. I'm married.”
“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean...” Remy trailed off. They sat in a somewhat awkward silence for a few moments before Elizabeth finally spoke.
“Do you think you can manage to walk some?” She asked.
Remy, who by now had downed half of whatever Elizabeth had given her, nodded, feeling very warm and quite capable of doing just about anything.
“Good, I live just up the beach.” She stood, then bent to help Remy stand also.
Wincing, Remy gingerly took a few steps. Elizabeth, her forehead creased with concern, gently took hold of Remy's hand and placed the brunette's arm around her shoulders. Remy took a few more painful steps on her own before begrudgingly leaning against Elizabeth for support.
“Why did you fight it so?” Elizabeth said suddenly, as if continuing a conversation they'd just been having.
“Fight what?” Remy asked.
“My discovering you were, I mean are, a woman.” Elizabeth said matter-of-factly. “I mean you knew I was and that I'd also been pretending to be a man.”
Remy kept her eyes on the sand in front of them. “I suppose, for me, it's just easier most of the time to pretend to be a man.” She said uneasily, hoping Elizabeth would get the hint and drop the subject.
“Easier in what way?” She didn't. “It can't be the clothing, I've worn corsets and I can tell that that binding on your chest must feel god awful.” She smiled gently. Remy nodded, managing a small smile. “Come now, what's the big secret? You are a eunuch aren't you?”
Remy half choked through her laughter, “No!” She burst out, “No, I'm not a eunuch. God save the man who's married to you, the most curious woman on Earth.”
Elizabeth's smile disappeared. She turned away from Remy slightly, her steps faltering.
“I haven't been completely honest with you Remy.” She said softly.
“You've no reason to be,” Remy said gently, turning Elizabeth so that she could face her properly. “We've only just met after all, it's only natural for there to be things we don't feel comfortable sharing yet, if ever.” Elizabeth met Remy's eyes and smiled slightly.
“I know, it's just that I'm asking so much of you and offering so little in return. Besides, we'll be at my home soon and you'll meet my son and there's things you should know.”
Remy swallowed and nodded.
“My husband...he...well technically, I'm not married anymore.” Elizabeth explained, struggling through her words. Remy kept her face neutral, unsure if this was the extent of what she was to be told. Elizabeth took a shaky breath, her eyes glistening softly. “He's dead.”
Remy's heart dropped. “Elizabeth...I'm so sorry.” The blonde shook her head, wiping at her eyes.
“It's been just over ten years now. It still feels as if I saw him only yesterday.” She looked out over the ocean pensively. Remy tentatively put her good arm back around Elizabeth's shoulders and gently pulled the other woman to her. Elizabeth buried her head in Remy's unhurt shoulder. Remy held her tightly as silent sobs wracked her body.
It was many minutes before Elizabeth stilled, she turned her head to the side, “thank you,” she whispered, “I haven't really had anyone that I felt comfortable doing that in front of.”
“In ten years?” Remy asked, wanting to shove her foot in her mouth the moment the words left it. She felt Elizabeth shake her head. “One night with me and you're hooked? I must be getting good at this pirate thing. Wenches and all.” Remy said, laughter in her voice. Elizabeth turned her head back into Remy and half-laughed, half-sobbed. She clenched Remy's shirt tightly in her fists.
“I just feel very grateful to you.” Elizabeth said, her forehead still resting on Remy's shoulder. “I also feel very safe with you and I don't know why. But I learned a long time ago to trust myself when it came to things like that. I think...I think that you remind me of Will.” Remy didn't need to ask who 'Will' was. She could hear it in Elizabeth's voice. “He was foolhardy and brave too.” She pulled away from Remy slightly, looking up into the brunette's deep green eyes. “And now I've probably gone and scared you off haven't I?”
Remy shook her head, “not a bit. But I do have one question.” Elizabeth nodded, keeping her eyes trained on Remy who smirked slightly. “Do I make a handsome pirate?”
Elizabeth laughed. “Entirely too handsome.” She said, turning to make their way up the beach, Remy's arm still around her shoulders. “I suggest that you grow a bit of stubble next time. I almost thought you were prepubescent.”
Remy laughed affrontedly and clutched at her heart, “you wound me Mrs. Turner.”
Elizabeth smiled, “call me Elizabeth.”
Chapter 1
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean/ House, M.D.
Pairing: Elizabeth Swan/ Remy Hadley
Rating: T for now.
Remy awoke to a blinding pain in her shoulder. Groaning, she hauled herself up off the sand, her knees knocking together as her legs quivered weakly. After taking only two steps she collapsed, falling to her knees on the course sand. The pain in her shoulder was tremendous. She groaned, clutching one hand to her shoulder, as if that would stop the pain, before letting out an agonizing yell.
“Remy?”
She turned, hearing her name called. A woman was running down the beach towards her. Remy squinted her eyes, remembering neither how she got there, nor who this woman was.
“What are you doing?” The woman said, reaching Remy's side. She set down the bag she was carrying and moved to help support Remy. “Are you trying to kill yourself?” The woman said smiling.
“Hadn't planned on it.” Remy said, casting a sideways glance at the woman.
“Well I would've thought differently judging by the way you were acting last night. All heroic and what not.” The woman said, a smile still dancing on her lips.
Remy turned and looked out to sea. The last thing she could remember was coming up on deck for nightly patrol.
“Is everything alright?”
Remy glanced back towards the blonde sitting next to her.
“You mean besides the hole in my shoulder?” She said, wincing as she tried to move her arm a bit.
The woman laughed, “yes besides that.”
Remy managed a one-armed shrug.
“Last night's just a bit hazy I guess.” She said, staring off at the ocean once again. The sun was just rising.
“Shall I tell the heroic tale of Remy Hadley for you? Jog your memory a bit?” The woman said, half-jokingly.
Remy laughed, “why not.” The woman smiled but instead of launching into a retelling of the nights events, she turned and grabbed the bag she'd arrived with.
“First,” she pulled out a shirt, “for you,” she said handing it to Remy, “sorry about tearing apart your current one.”
Remy sighed lightly, “I suppose it had to be done,” she said, removing the remaining pieces of torn shirt from her body. With some help she managed to put the new shirt on.
“And I thought you might like this,” the woman said, retrieving a bottle from the bag, “you can either put it on your wound or drink it.”
Remy hastily grabbed for the bottle and took a deep swill from it. She grimaced slightly after she swallowed. “So about that heroic tale.” She said, examining the bottle casually.
“You were serious?” The woman said, “about not being able to remember.”
Remy nodded, before taking another drink.
“Do you even remember my name?”
Remy swallowed thickly, feeling for some reason very ashamed that she had not, in fact, remembered this woman's name.
“Well, I suppose we should start at the beginning.” The woman said, looking out over the ocean, a sort of concentrated look on her face. “I was on the deck of your ship, had stole aboard after your battle. According to you, you watched me move about the deck for some odd minutes. Quite slimy don't you think? Just watching me like that.” She turned towards Remy but her smile betrayed her words. “So you finally let yourself be known, we had a pleasant chat, I asked you if you were a eunuch, you told me I was beautiful.” She glanced Remy, who now had a deep blush creeping up her cheeks. “Did you mean it?” She asked, “or was the just the manly thing to say at the time.”
“Well seeing as I can't remember a drop of what you're telling me, I can't honestly say if I meant it or not.” Remy replied diplomatically. The woman nodded. “But if you were to ask me now...” Remy continued, “I'd say yes. Absolutely. You're very beautiful.” The woman smiled and now a slight blush was appearing on her cheeks.
“That's very kind of you to say that. Seeing as now you've got nowhere to go and it seems for the time being that I might be the one taking you in.” She smiled. Remy opened her mouth to argue but it was no use, the other woman had continued with the story. “So after that, one of your mates came up from below deck, he lectured you on being clumsy even though I was the one making all the noise. He soon discovered me, was about to run me through when you claimed that I was a conquest, your conquest to be exact. Well he didn't like that one bit, did he? He manhandled me and the like and tried to take me below but valiant Hadley saved the day, knocking him unconscious. All the noise, of course, woke everyone else and they proceed to charge on deck, but not after you so heroically forced me into a long boat to escape, while you stayed behind to fight them off. After that I'm not really sure, I heard a gunshot and saw you fall overboard. I retrieved you from the water, came ashore, took the bullet out of your shoulder and here we are.” She finished, spreading her hands out before her. Remy narrowed her eyebrows, there had to be something missing. Who was this woman? And why did she not seem at all surprised or...disgusted that Remy was in fact a woman.
“I know what you're thinking.” She said to Remy. “I've left some bits out haven't I? Just the ending though. I had to use your shirt as a bandage and that's when I learned that you're a woman. Then I believe we made the introductions.” She extended her hand to Remy. “I'm Elizabeth Turner.”
Remy gently shook the blonde's hand, “Remy Hadley,” she said, even though she knew she needn't bother.
“It's a pleasure Remy.” Elizabeth said smiling. Remy smiled in return.
“The pleasure's all mine Miss Turner.” Elizabeth laughed, she supposed that since this time Remy was fully coherent she had to clear something up.
“It's Mrs. Actually,” she said, “I supposed I left that out too. I'm married.”
“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean...” Remy trailed off. They sat in a somewhat awkward silence for a few moments before Elizabeth finally spoke.
“Do you think you can manage to walk some?” She asked.
Remy, who by now had downed half of whatever Elizabeth had given her, nodded, feeling very warm and quite capable of doing just about anything.
“Good, I live just up the beach.” She stood, then bent to help Remy stand also.
Wincing, Remy gingerly took a few steps. Elizabeth, her forehead creased with concern, gently took hold of Remy's hand and placed the brunette's arm around her shoulders. Remy took a few more painful steps on her own before begrudgingly leaning against Elizabeth for support.
“Why did you fight it so?” Elizabeth said suddenly, as if continuing a conversation they'd just been having.
“Fight what?” Remy asked.
“My discovering you were, I mean are, a woman.” Elizabeth said matter-of-factly. “I mean you knew I was and that I'd also been pretending to be a man.”
Remy kept her eyes on the sand in front of them. “I suppose, for me, it's just easier most of the time to pretend to be a man.” She said uneasily, hoping Elizabeth would get the hint and drop the subject.
“Easier in what way?” She didn't. “It can't be the clothing, I've worn corsets and I can tell that that binding on your chest must feel god awful.” She smiled gently. Remy nodded, managing a small smile. “Come now, what's the big secret? You are a eunuch aren't you?”
Remy half choked through her laughter, “No!” She burst out, “No, I'm not a eunuch. God save the man who's married to you, the most curious woman on Earth.”
Elizabeth's smile disappeared. She turned away from Remy slightly, her steps faltering.
“I haven't been completely honest with you Remy.” She said softly.
“You've no reason to be,” Remy said gently, turning Elizabeth so that she could face her properly. “We've only just met after all, it's only natural for there to be things we don't feel comfortable sharing yet, if ever.” Elizabeth met Remy's eyes and smiled slightly.
“I know, it's just that I'm asking so much of you and offering so little in return. Besides, we'll be at my home soon and you'll meet my son and there's things you should know.”
Remy swallowed and nodded.
“My husband...he...well technically, I'm not married anymore.” Elizabeth explained, struggling through her words. Remy kept her face neutral, unsure if this was the extent of what she was to be told. Elizabeth took a shaky breath, her eyes glistening softly. “He's dead.”
Remy's heart dropped. “Elizabeth...I'm so sorry.” The blonde shook her head, wiping at her eyes.
“It's been just over ten years now. It still feels as if I saw him only yesterday.” She looked out over the ocean pensively. Remy tentatively put her good arm back around Elizabeth's shoulders and gently pulled the other woman to her. Elizabeth buried her head in Remy's unhurt shoulder. Remy held her tightly as silent sobs wracked her body.
It was many minutes before Elizabeth stilled, she turned her head to the side, “thank you,” she whispered, “I haven't really had anyone that I felt comfortable doing that in front of.”
“In ten years?” Remy asked, wanting to shove her foot in her mouth the moment the words left it. She felt Elizabeth shake her head. “One night with me and you're hooked? I must be getting good at this pirate thing. Wenches and all.” Remy said, laughter in her voice. Elizabeth turned her head back into Remy and half-laughed, half-sobbed. She clenched Remy's shirt tightly in her fists.
“I just feel very grateful to you.” Elizabeth said, her forehead still resting on Remy's shoulder. “I also feel very safe with you and I don't know why. But I learned a long time ago to trust myself when it came to things like that. I think...I think that you remind me of Will.” Remy didn't need to ask who 'Will' was. She could hear it in Elizabeth's voice. “He was foolhardy and brave too.” She pulled away from Remy slightly, looking up into the brunette's deep green eyes. “And now I've probably gone and scared you off haven't I?”
Remy shook her head, “not a bit. But I do have one question.” Elizabeth nodded, keeping her eyes trained on Remy who smirked slightly. “Do I make a handsome pirate?”
Elizabeth laughed. “Entirely too handsome.” She said, turning to make their way up the beach, Remy's arm still around her shoulders. “I suggest that you grow a bit of stubble next time. I almost thought you were prepubescent.”
Remy laughed affrontedly and clutched at her heart, “you wound me Mrs. Turner.”
Elizabeth smiled, “call me Elizabeth.”
Chapter 1