Lovers 100 : Pwnd
Title: Pwnd
Summery: D’oh! (When your past comes back to haunt you…)
Prompt: 020. Own/Owned
Pairing: Sparrette (Sparrow/Gillette)
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
“Stay calm gentlemen we are taking over the ship.”
“Aye, avast!”
The men in front of him laughed. Oh, yes, they could laugh. Andrew’s heart dropped through past the wooden hull of the ship to the depths beneath them. That voice…
He whirled around, look of mixed surprise, confusion and thinly masked horror on his face. He pursed his lips together tightly.
Jack Sparrow.
Andrew thought he would never have to see him again, never have to be reminded of his mistakes as an ignorant youth.
And yet, there he was, standing before him. With that insolent Turner boy, no less. Oh to add to the humiliation!
“This ship cannot be crewed by two men.” Andrew heard himself say, praying to all that was good and holy (and that which was not, to be safe) that his voice did not give him away. “You’ll never make it out of the bay.”
But Sparrow pulled his pistol on him. Andrew didn’t have time to react, now, didn’t have time to fear. He couldn’t see most of it, only knew it was there, instinctually, though his eyes wanted to cross in attempt to visualize it.
“…Savvy?”
Andrew swallowed.
Why?
“In to the boats, lads.” Jack lowered the pistol slightly, aiming it loosely at Andrew’s shoulder.
The men looked to him for order, hesitating. One of the younger ones started to, but another one, an older man held his arm. He could hear snips of a whispered conversation.
“…Lieutenant Gillette… killed…”
“…Just a pirate…”
“Get into the boats.” Andrew said, voice sullen and gone quiet.
The men obeyed quickly, though a few looked as though he had lost his mind. He didn’t see Jack give the younger boy a small, quick smile, as if to reassure him he didn’t mean to hurt anyone.
“Get the sails.” Jack turned to Will.
The boy darted off, so eager to please, so eager to be off to save that stupid and retched girl.
Jack turned back to Andrew. He held the pistol up only for appearance sake, now.
“How’ve ye been, lad?” He asked, quietly.
Andrew stared at him.
Jack laughed once. “It would never have worked between us, darling.” He winked as Will returned. “Into the boat wif ye, Lieutenant.” He ordered, though his voice for all the hardness was not harsh. The title emphasized appeared to be mocking, but it wasn’t, with it came the essence of a hinted bit of respect, of approval, even. He straightened his arm, holding the pistol to Andrew’s back as he stepped down into the boat with his men.
Jack cast the line and pushed them off. He gave them a mocking salute, but his eyes remained fixed on Andrew.
It had only been one night of drunken escapades on his first shore leave in the Navy after six straight months at sea. Why did the past have to haunt him so?
“You shall remember this as the day that you were bested by Captain Jack Sparrow!”
Summery: D’oh! (When your past comes back to haunt you…)
Prompt: 020. Own/Owned
Pairing: Sparrette (Sparrow/Gillette)
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
“Stay calm gentlemen we are taking over the ship.”
“Aye, avast!”
The men in front of him laughed. Oh, yes, they could laugh. Andrew’s heart dropped through past the wooden hull of the ship to the depths beneath them. That voice…
He whirled around, look of mixed surprise, confusion and thinly masked horror on his face. He pursed his lips together tightly.
Jack Sparrow.
Andrew thought he would never have to see him again, never have to be reminded of his mistakes as an ignorant youth.
And yet, there he was, standing before him. With that insolent Turner boy, no less. Oh to add to the humiliation!
“This ship cannot be crewed by two men.” Andrew heard himself say, praying to all that was good and holy (and that which was not, to be safe) that his voice did not give him away. “You’ll never make it out of the bay.”
But Sparrow pulled his pistol on him. Andrew didn’t have time to react, now, didn’t have time to fear. He couldn’t see most of it, only knew it was there, instinctually, though his eyes wanted to cross in attempt to visualize it.
“…Savvy?”
Andrew swallowed.
Why?
“In to the boats, lads.” Jack lowered the pistol slightly, aiming it loosely at Andrew’s shoulder.
The men looked to him for order, hesitating. One of the younger ones started to, but another one, an older man held his arm. He could hear snips of a whispered conversation.
“…Lieutenant Gillette… killed…”
“…Just a pirate…”
“Get into the boats.” Andrew said, voice sullen and gone quiet.
The men obeyed quickly, though a few looked as though he had lost his mind. He didn’t see Jack give the younger boy a small, quick smile, as if to reassure him he didn’t mean to hurt anyone.
“Get the sails.” Jack turned to Will.
The boy darted off, so eager to please, so eager to be off to save that stupid and retched girl.
Jack turned back to Andrew. He held the pistol up only for appearance sake, now.
“How’ve ye been, lad?” He asked, quietly.
Andrew stared at him.
Jack laughed once. “It would never have worked between us, darling.” He winked as Will returned. “Into the boat wif ye, Lieutenant.” He ordered, though his voice for all the hardness was not harsh. The title emphasized appeared to be mocking, but it wasn’t, with it came the essence of a hinted bit of respect, of approval, even. He straightened his arm, holding the pistol to Andrew’s back as he stepped down into the boat with his men.
Jack cast the line and pushed them off. He gave them a mocking salute, but his eyes remained fixed on Andrew.
It had only been one night of drunken escapades on his first shore leave in the Navy after six straight months at sea. Why did the past have to haunt him so?
“You shall remember this as the day that you were bested by Captain Jack Sparrow!”