When Worlds Collide
Author: Tseek_Unique
Rating: Chapter eight. NC-17-violence, mental illness, sexual situations.
Summary: A shooting has occurred at James' house and Weatherby Swann is responsible. Something Jack loves returns to him.
Disclaimer: Property of Disney, I own nothing. They own me. *sigh*
Pairings:implied Jack/James, Will/Jonah.
Author's Notes: Terminal silliness!
Feedback: treasured, as always, my luvs.
Music: Iron Maiden: Drifter
A gunshot shattered the quiet of the Norrington household.
Jack sprang to his feet, wide-eyed. “Bleedin’ hell!”
“Jack, wait!“
James reached into the bureau and withdrew a pistol. Standing in front of Jack, James opened the door a crack and peeked out. Across the hall, a very startled Elizabeth Swann stood in her chemise with her clean dress draped over her arm, staring toward the foyer. There were screams and shouts at the front door.
“Jack! James!”
“Will!” cried Jack.
He shoved James from behind and the pair leaped into the hall. James wrinkled his nose at the odor of gunpowder as he drew near the corner. Blue smoke wafted on the breeze coming through the front door. Governor Swann stood in just inside the door, clutching a smoking pistol in his hand. James raised his gun.
“Governor Swann! Drop the gun!” shouted James.
Elizabeth screamed. The governor seemed confused. He hesitated for a moment, grasping the pistol, then a look of sudden shock crossed his face and he dropped the weapon to the carpet.
On the floor in front of the governor, Will knelt with Jonah clutched in his arms. James crossed the foyer and kicked the pistol across the room, then knelt beside Will. The smith’s eyes were filled with tears. Jonah lay silently in his arms, his limbs limp, his eyes rolled back into their sockets. Leaning forward, James saw the hole in the center of the white shirt and the stain of blood, and instantly knew the wound was fatal.
“Jamie? Jamie?” cried Jack frantically.
A wave of nausea swept over James as he arose and caught Jack by the arms. He blocked the awful scene with his bulk and put his hand to Jack’s eyes. His voice shook. “Jack, don’t look. Emery, Fanny, please take Jack to the parlor and stay there with him. Sarah!”
The trembling maid inched across the floor at James’ bidding.
“Run to the fort and fetch Officer Groves. Tell him to come at once, there's been a shooting. Try to find Doctor Willoughby or Doctor Grigsby. Hurry!”
Emery and Elizabeth seized Jack under the arms and swept him toward the parlor. His sobs tore at James' heart as he was spirited away.
“No! No! He can’t be dead--leave me be, I want to be with ‘im!”
Elizabeth sobbed against her father‘s shoulder. “Father, why?”
“He took Will from you, darling!” protested Weatherby. “I just couldn’t let it go!”
“Father, in you effort to defend my honor, you have killed the wrong man.”
“W-what?”
“This man is Jonah Sparrow. He is Jack's twin brother. You've killed a man who was-- mentally infirm.”
"Governor Swann, this way, please."
James gestured toward the dining hall as Will lifted Jonah in his arms. At the table, Will laid Jonah down gently as James turned around a chair at the end and motioned for the governor to sit. James held his gun on Governor Swann as he sat, facing away from the table. James glanced down at Elizabeth's state of undress and she hurriedly went to fetch the dress she had dropped on the floor. Within a minute, she returned, buttoning up the bodice.
There was a shout at the front door and the portly Doctor Willoughby appeared, followed closely by his man, Howard.
"We just met Sarah in the street! What tis going on here, James?" Willoughby frowned as he stepped around the table to look at Jonah.
"Murder, I fear," replied James. He glared at the governor. "For over six months I've driven you away from my doorstep, Governor Swann, and for good reason, it seems. You've been planning to kill Jack for months, haven't you?"
The governor flustered. "No! I didn't plan to kill anyone. All I wanted to do was frighten Sparrow away-- make him leave Port Royal."
James watched as Doctor Willoughby bent over Jonah and unbuttoned his shirt. Willoughby's eyes widened in surprise and he turned to look at Howard. He reached his hand inside Jonah's shirt and tugged at something there. James frowned a little, but kept the pistol aimed at the governor.
"I never meant to hurt anymore!" insisted Governor Swann. "I only wanted to do something for my baby."
Weatherby began to weep and Elizabeth held him. James' eyes widened as Willoughby lifted something shiny from Jonah's shirt and turned it over in his hand. The silver candy dish!
"Well, I'm sure you'll have a court date, Governor Swann. Justice must be done here," James replied sternly as his heart thudded in his ears.
Willoughby turned the dish sideways to examine it and a leaden pistol shot fell out and thumped to the rug.
"What was that?" cried Swann, turning part-way around.
James brandished his pistol. "Governor, I would advise you to remain still. You're in very serious trouble here."
Doctor Willoughby pressed a wet cloth to Jonah's cheek and James saw the gold crown move slightly. Will stood with his hands folded as if in prayer, his fingers pressed to his lips.
"James, we're going to move the deceased into the study," said Willoughby. "Jack may come in to view the body in a few moments. Notice me when Officer Groves arrives."
Howard gathered up Jonah's slight form and James' breathed a sigh of relief as they walked toward the study with Will in tow. He listened for the door to close behind them, then he stood up.
"Governor Swann, to the guest room please."
The governor nodded and Elizabeth took his arm. James directed them into the room across the hall from the study and closed the door. Then he fairly leaped into the study. Relief flood through him as he saw Jonah stirring on the davenport. Doctor Willoughby was ministering to a laceration on his chest.
"He is a lucky man, indeed!" said Willoughby as he cleansed the bleeding wound. "If not for that dish, that shot would have gone straight through his heart and killed him instantly. He has fainted from the concussion, but I suspect he will recover completely with little more than a bruise."
Outside, James heard Jack shouting. He threw open the door.
"Jack! In here!" called James.
"I want to see 'im!" wept Jack.
James caught hold of him. "He is alive, Jack! He hid your silver candy dish beneath his shirt and it stopped the pistol shot!" James whispered.
Jack was breathing hard. He shook his head in disbelief. "No, 'tis lying ye are, James."
"Then come here. Look."
James closed the door to the study and handed Jack the dented, silver dish, then motioned to Jonah. Jonah's eyes were blinking open. Jack bent over him and squeezed his hand.
Jonah managed a feeble smile. "You see, dear brother, something you loved very much has saved my life."
The men in the room looked around at the sound of voices at the foyer. Officer Groves and the marines had arrived.
Willoughby gestured to the door. "Let us go speak with Officer Groves. We are witnesses and he will want to question all of us. Captain Sparrow, please be so good as to swallow this spoonful of medicine."
Jonah wrinkled his nose. "What is it?"
"Just extract of willow bark for your pain. There now. Just lie quietly here and regain your strength. We shall return presently."
***
In the room opposite the study, Elizabeth was listening intently.
"It's Officer Groves, Father," she said. "I best go on out and listen to what they are saying. I'm sure he will want a statement from all of us."
He nodded tiredly and she closed the door behind her with a soft click. Weatherby tossed his hat and coat upon the bed and heaved a great sigh. Oh, why did I do such a foolish thing? he wondered. He strained his ears, trying to make out the conversation in the foyer and the dining room but could make no sense of it.
"Why have I brought this upon myself?" he wondered aloud.
Then he heard a slight creak. The bedroom door was opening very slowly. A chill ran down the governor's spine, then he drew a sharp gasp. A white figure was appearing around the edge of the door!
"Who are you?" he cried as the apparition drew nearer.
The face was hidden by a white bed linen, the whole form draped as if in a shroud.
"Don't you know who I am, Governor? I'm the man you killed, Jonah Sparrow. There's hell to pay for what you did to me. You see, you turned me into a ghost and you're the first person I'm coming after."
***
"And so Jonah survived the shooting," said Theodore Groves. "Well, there are other charges which must be pursued, so Governor Swann must come along with us until all this is sorted out."
The group recoiled at a sudden cry of terror from the guest room. James and Theodore shot into the guest room, where they found Governor Swann in a dead faint upon the floor and Jonah sitting quietly on the bed with a sheet wrapped about his golden shoulders.
"Poor Governor Swann," sighed Jonah. "I fear he is overwhelmed by the day's events."
Will immediately crossed to Jonah and helped him to his feet, then the youth swept him up in his arms. And so young Will carried his heart's desire to bed as Jonah cast a mischievous look at Jack. Jack looked down at the dented candy dish in his hand and suddenly wanted to hit Jonah right in the head with it.
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Rating: Chapter eight. NC-17-violence, mental illness, sexual situations.
Summary: A shooting has occurred at James' house and Weatherby Swann is responsible. Something Jack loves returns to him.
Disclaimer: Property of Disney, I own nothing. They own me. *sigh*
Pairings:implied Jack/James, Will/Jonah.
Author's Notes: Terminal silliness!
Feedback: treasured, as always, my luvs.
Music: Iron Maiden: Drifter
A gunshot shattered the quiet of the Norrington household.
Jack sprang to his feet, wide-eyed. “Bleedin’ hell!”
“Jack, wait!“
James reached into the bureau and withdrew a pistol. Standing in front of Jack, James opened the door a crack and peeked out. Across the hall, a very startled Elizabeth Swann stood in her chemise with her clean dress draped over her arm, staring toward the foyer. There were screams and shouts at the front door.
“Jack! James!”
“Will!” cried Jack.
He shoved James from behind and the pair leaped into the hall. James wrinkled his nose at the odor of gunpowder as he drew near the corner. Blue smoke wafted on the breeze coming through the front door. Governor Swann stood in just inside the door, clutching a smoking pistol in his hand. James raised his gun.
“Governor Swann! Drop the gun!” shouted James.
Elizabeth screamed. The governor seemed confused. He hesitated for a moment, grasping the pistol, then a look of sudden shock crossed his face and he dropped the weapon to the carpet.
On the floor in front of the governor, Will knelt with Jonah clutched in his arms. James crossed the foyer and kicked the pistol across the room, then knelt beside Will. The smith’s eyes were filled with tears. Jonah lay silently in his arms, his limbs limp, his eyes rolled back into their sockets. Leaning forward, James saw the hole in the center of the white shirt and the stain of blood, and instantly knew the wound was fatal.
“Jamie? Jamie?” cried Jack frantically.
A wave of nausea swept over James as he arose and caught Jack by the arms. He blocked the awful scene with his bulk and put his hand to Jack’s eyes. His voice shook. “Jack, don’t look. Emery, Fanny, please take Jack to the parlor and stay there with him. Sarah!”
The trembling maid inched across the floor at James’ bidding.
“Run to the fort and fetch Officer Groves. Tell him to come at once, there's been a shooting. Try to find Doctor Willoughby or Doctor Grigsby. Hurry!”
Emery and Elizabeth seized Jack under the arms and swept him toward the parlor. His sobs tore at James' heart as he was spirited away.
“No! No! He can’t be dead--leave me be, I want to be with ‘im!”
Elizabeth sobbed against her father‘s shoulder. “Father, why?”
“He took Will from you, darling!” protested Weatherby. “I just couldn’t let it go!”
“Father, in you effort to defend my honor, you have killed the wrong man.”
“W-what?”
“This man is Jonah Sparrow. He is Jack's twin brother. You've killed a man who was-- mentally infirm.”
"Governor Swann, this way, please."
James gestured toward the dining hall as Will lifted Jonah in his arms. At the table, Will laid Jonah down gently as James turned around a chair at the end and motioned for the governor to sit. James held his gun on Governor Swann as he sat, facing away from the table. James glanced down at Elizabeth's state of undress and she hurriedly went to fetch the dress she had dropped on the floor. Within a minute, she returned, buttoning up the bodice.
There was a shout at the front door and the portly Doctor Willoughby appeared, followed closely by his man, Howard.
"We just met Sarah in the street! What tis going on here, James?" Willoughby frowned as he stepped around the table to look at Jonah.
"Murder, I fear," replied James. He glared at the governor. "For over six months I've driven you away from my doorstep, Governor Swann, and for good reason, it seems. You've been planning to kill Jack for months, haven't you?"
The governor flustered. "No! I didn't plan to kill anyone. All I wanted to do was frighten Sparrow away-- make him leave Port Royal."
James watched as Doctor Willoughby bent over Jonah and unbuttoned his shirt. Willoughby's eyes widened in surprise and he turned to look at Howard. He reached his hand inside Jonah's shirt and tugged at something there. James frowned a little, but kept the pistol aimed at the governor.
"I never meant to hurt anymore!" insisted Governor Swann. "I only wanted to do something for my baby."
Weatherby began to weep and Elizabeth held him. James' eyes widened as Willoughby lifted something shiny from Jonah's shirt and turned it over in his hand. The silver candy dish!
"Well, I'm sure you'll have a court date, Governor Swann. Justice must be done here," James replied sternly as his heart thudded in his ears.
Willoughby turned the dish sideways to examine it and a leaden pistol shot fell out and thumped to the rug.
"What was that?" cried Swann, turning part-way around.
James brandished his pistol. "Governor, I would advise you to remain still. You're in very serious trouble here."
Doctor Willoughby pressed a wet cloth to Jonah's cheek and James saw the gold crown move slightly. Will stood with his hands folded as if in prayer, his fingers pressed to his lips.
"James, we're going to move the deceased into the study," said Willoughby. "Jack may come in to view the body in a few moments. Notice me when Officer Groves arrives."
Howard gathered up Jonah's slight form and James' breathed a sigh of relief as they walked toward the study with Will in tow. He listened for the door to close behind them, then he stood up.
"Governor Swann, to the guest room please."
The governor nodded and Elizabeth took his arm. James directed them into the room across the hall from the study and closed the door. Then he fairly leaped into the study. Relief flood through him as he saw Jonah stirring on the davenport. Doctor Willoughby was ministering to a laceration on his chest.
"He is a lucky man, indeed!" said Willoughby as he cleansed the bleeding wound. "If not for that dish, that shot would have gone straight through his heart and killed him instantly. He has fainted from the concussion, but I suspect he will recover completely with little more than a bruise."
Outside, James heard Jack shouting. He threw open the door.
"Jack! In here!" called James.
"I want to see 'im!" wept Jack.
James caught hold of him. "He is alive, Jack! He hid your silver candy dish beneath his shirt and it stopped the pistol shot!" James whispered.
Jack was breathing hard. He shook his head in disbelief. "No, 'tis lying ye are, James."
"Then come here. Look."
James closed the door to the study and handed Jack the dented, silver dish, then motioned to Jonah. Jonah's eyes were blinking open. Jack bent over him and squeezed his hand.
Jonah managed a feeble smile. "You see, dear brother, something you loved very much has saved my life."
The men in the room looked around at the sound of voices at the foyer. Officer Groves and the marines had arrived.
Willoughby gestured to the door. "Let us go speak with Officer Groves. We are witnesses and he will want to question all of us. Captain Sparrow, please be so good as to swallow this spoonful of medicine."
Jonah wrinkled his nose. "What is it?"
"Just extract of willow bark for your pain. There now. Just lie quietly here and regain your strength. We shall return presently."
***
In the room opposite the study, Elizabeth was listening intently.
"It's Officer Groves, Father," she said. "I best go on out and listen to what they are saying. I'm sure he will want a statement from all of us."
He nodded tiredly and she closed the door behind her with a soft click. Weatherby tossed his hat and coat upon the bed and heaved a great sigh. Oh, why did I do such a foolish thing? he wondered. He strained his ears, trying to make out the conversation in the foyer and the dining room but could make no sense of it.
"Why have I brought this upon myself?" he wondered aloud.
Then he heard a slight creak. The bedroom door was opening very slowly. A chill ran down the governor's spine, then he drew a sharp gasp. A white figure was appearing around the edge of the door!
"Who are you?" he cried as the apparition drew nearer.
The face was hidden by a white bed linen, the whole form draped as if in a shroud.
"Don't you know who I am, Governor? I'm the man you killed, Jonah Sparrow. There's hell to pay for what you did to me. You see, you turned me into a ghost and you're the first person I'm coming after."
***
"And so Jonah survived the shooting," said Theodore Groves. "Well, there are other charges which must be pursued, so Governor Swann must come along with us until all this is sorted out."
The group recoiled at a sudden cry of terror from the guest room. James and Theodore shot into the guest room, where they found Governor Swann in a dead faint upon the floor and Jonah sitting quietly on the bed with a sheet wrapped about his golden shoulders.
"Poor Governor Swann," sighed Jonah. "I fear he is overwhelmed by the day's events."
Will immediately crossed to Jonah and helped him to his feet, then the youth swept him up in his arms. And so young Will carried his heart's desire to bed as Jonah cast a mischievous look at Jack. Jack looked down at the dented candy dish in his hand and suddenly wanted to hit Jonah right in the head with it.
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