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Title: Miss You Love
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I wish.
Summary: Somewhat of a revisiting of the scene where James applies to join Sparrow's crew.
Word Count: 422 (without the lyrics)
Status: Complete
Warnings: None
Pairings: Elizabeth Swann/James Norrington
The past few months of his life had really been a mess. There was no denying it any more. “Commodore” James Norrington was hopeless at life. It was a wonder he was still living. If he were someone else, he probably would have offed himself already. He really was an annoying, pompous git. Especially now.
He hadn’t been so bad before. He was living a nice life. People respected him.
James was talented with a sword, talented with a rifle, talented, even, with most women.
Except Elizabeth Swann. Around her, his tongue swelled and tied itself in knots. He always felt so stupid after speaking with her. He also always felt so enlightened after speaking with her, as if she’d shared the secret of life. It seemed he could never remember that secret though. It didn’t make him feel any less enlightened or stupid.
The music started up again, and every man was going at every other man, and the women screamed with laughter and encouragement. James joined in, as he was being the most attacked man and he had to find Sparrow.
Jack Sparrow had ruined his life and made it the mess it was today.
Indirectly (although James wouldn’t admit that even to himself).
If anything, James missed the compassion and respect he got from the people before this great, cumbersome mess. The women would whisper and giggle when he passed a great deal of the time. Oh, he missed those days. Now, on the streets, drunk as he was, he could still hear them sneer and whisper, “Commodore, eh?”
He’d ignore them.
This too, would pass.
He still had faith in the Lord. Surely he’d get through this as long as he remained good and Christian. The alcohol tempted him, and he gave into it often, but it was only to soothe his aching heart and belly. Certainly God would understand. The former Commodore was sure that even God gave into temptation to the sweet bitterness of alcohol sometimes.
Perhaps if he was a bit more rugged (which in all honesty, was more the real James than what he, as Commodore, portrayed) Elizabeth could learn to love him. He did love her dearly.
He fought viciously, but not intelligently. James eagerly egged all of the men on, sure he could take them all.
And then it all went black.
He could feel cool something on his cheek. With great effort, he tried to lift his head.
“James Norrington…what has the world done to you?”
Lord, she was an angel.
Millionaire say
Got a big shot deal
And thrown it all away but
But I'm not too sure
How I'm supposed to feel
Or what I'm supposed to say
But I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle every day
And I miss you love
Make room for the prey
'Cause I'm coming in
With what I wanna say but
It's gonna hurt
And I love the pain
A breeding ground for hate but...
I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
Like the one that just past
In the crowds of all the people
Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss use love
I love the way you love
But I hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back
It's just a fad
Part of the teenage angst brigade and
I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
Like the one that just past
In the crowds of all the people
Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss use love
Remember two days
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss use love
I love the way you love
But I hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back
***
Song credit goes to Silverchair for "Miss You Love". Thanks for reading, please review!
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I wish.
Summary: Somewhat of a revisiting of the scene where James applies to join Sparrow's crew.
Word Count: 422 (without the lyrics)
Status: Complete
Warnings: None
Pairings: Elizabeth Swann/James Norrington
The past few months of his life had really been a mess. There was no denying it any more. “Commodore” James Norrington was hopeless at life. It was a wonder he was still living. If he were someone else, he probably would have offed himself already. He really was an annoying, pompous git. Especially now.
He hadn’t been so bad before. He was living a nice life. People respected him.
James was talented with a sword, talented with a rifle, talented, even, with most women.
Except Elizabeth Swann. Around her, his tongue swelled and tied itself in knots. He always felt so stupid after speaking with her. He also always felt so enlightened after speaking with her, as if she’d shared the secret of life. It seemed he could never remember that secret though. It didn’t make him feel any less enlightened or stupid.
The music started up again, and every man was going at every other man, and the women screamed with laughter and encouragement. James joined in, as he was being the most attacked man and he had to find Sparrow.
Jack Sparrow had ruined his life and made it the mess it was today.
Indirectly (although James wouldn’t admit that even to himself).
If anything, James missed the compassion and respect he got from the people before this great, cumbersome mess. The women would whisper and giggle when he passed a great deal of the time. Oh, he missed those days. Now, on the streets, drunk as he was, he could still hear them sneer and whisper, “Commodore, eh?”
He’d ignore them.
This too, would pass.
He still had faith in the Lord. Surely he’d get through this as long as he remained good and Christian. The alcohol tempted him, and he gave into it often, but it was only to soothe his aching heart and belly. Certainly God would understand. The former Commodore was sure that even God gave into temptation to the sweet bitterness of alcohol sometimes.
Perhaps if he was a bit more rugged (which in all honesty, was more the real James than what he, as Commodore, portrayed) Elizabeth could learn to love him. He did love her dearly.
He fought viciously, but not intelligently. James eagerly egged all of the men on, sure he could take them all.
And then it all went black.
He could feel cool something on his cheek. With great effort, he tried to lift his head.
“James Norrington…what has the world done to you?”
Lord, she was an angel.
Millionaire say
Got a big shot deal
And thrown it all away but
But I'm not too sure
How I'm supposed to feel
Or what I'm supposed to say
But I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle every day
And I miss you love
Make room for the prey
'Cause I'm coming in
With what I wanna say but
It's gonna hurt
And I love the pain
A breeding ground for hate but...
I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
Like the one that just past
In the crowds of all the people
Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss use love
I love the way you love
But I hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back
It's just a fad
Part of the teenage angst brigade and
I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
Like the one that just past
In the crowds of all the people
Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss use love
Remember two days
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss use love
I love the way you love
But I hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back
***
Song credit goes to Silverchair for "Miss You Love". Thanks for reading, please review!