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serafina20In further attempts to make myself write more Jack/Norrington fic, yet another version of the baby fic that no one is interested in. But I am. This is a much, much earlier version than the last and, for some odd reason, was coming out backwards.
The first time Gavin was caught stealing, he was four years old. Mistress Elizabeth had been cooling a pie on her windowsill, and it smelled so enticing, Gavin was helpless against it.
Quietly, he crept up to the window, using all the creeping skills his Papa had taught him the last time he'd come to visit. He checked the yard to make sure it was clear, and then, very quietly, peeked over the edge of the windowsill.
Mistress Elizabeth was inside, humming to herself. She wasn’t paying any attention to him.
He lowered his head again and reached for the pie. His fingers brushed against the crust and then ...
The whole thing came crashing on top of his head.
Gavin shrieked as the piping hot filling landed on his head. He dashed at it, but that only spread the burning insides to his hands, hurting him more.
"Damn it, Gavin!" Mistress Elizabeth swore.
The world upended as Gavin was swept off his feet and run through the yard.
"What is it?" Uncle Will demanded, meeting them halfway.
"Someone decided to practice what Papa taught him, I should think. Oh, Gavin, your father will be furious with you." And then, Gavin was dunked into a barrel of water.
"Is he all right?" Uncle Will asked as Gavin bobbed to the surface of the barrel.
Mistress Elizabeth was scrubbing the pie gunk off Gavin's head as he cried softly. It *hurt*; it felt as if his skin was peeling off.
"I think he's fine." She sighed and pulled his hands above the water. "What are you doing here, Gavin?"
"Father said he wanted pie."
Her eyes narrowed. "So he told you to steal it?"
He stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. "He said he didn't want to wait."
"I see. Where is Anna?"
Gavin sucked harder on his finger; Anna, his governess, had taken him to town as a treat. But he'd gotten bored and wanted to go to the smithy, and then saw the pie ...
"Is your father at the fort?" she asked, on seeing Gavin wasn't going to give her an answer.
Of course, his father was even worse, and Gavin was about to say something, when Mistress Elizabeth hauled him out of the water. Wrapping him in a blanket brought by Uncle Will, she said, "I'm going to take him to the fort."
"No! Nonononono!" Gavin started struggling, but Mistress Elizabeth held him tightly. The more he struggled, the tighter her arms got until she was sticking something sharp into his side.
The guards let them pass, and Mistress Elizabeth stormed into Father's office "He was stealing," she said without preamble.
Father raised an eyebrow and looked at Gavin with disapproving eyes. "Stealing?"
"He said you told him to get it for you." She raised an eyebrow. "I thought maybe I should check and see that you hadn't requested he fetch this for you."
"No. I did not. Gavin? What have you to say for yourself?"
Gavin looked at his shoes. "You like pie."
He sighed and muttered, "You are just like your father," underneath his breath. Then, louder and in a more proper tone, he said, "Thank you, Mrs. Turner. I shall see he punished at once. And I will pay for the pie."
"Thank you. And come to dinner tomorrow, James. Will and I would love to have you." She patted Gavin's shoulder. "And bring Gavin."
He looked up at her to find her smiling down at him.
"And the pie will be free," she added.
Gavin smiled at Mistress Elizabeth and decided she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
"I will see you tomorrow, Elizabeth." Father rose and walked around his desk. He bent over and picked Gavin up. "Thank you for delivering him to me; I've just received a report that his governess is frantically looking for him in town."
"Your welcome, James. And try not to be too hard on him?"
"I won't."
The door closed behind Mistress Elizabeth, and Gavin was left alone with his father.
He smiled sweetly. "I love you," he said. Carefully, he placed his hands on Father's cheeks and kissed him. "Do you love me?"
Father sighed and rested his forehead against Gavin's. "Yes," he said softly, kissing the tip of Gavin's nose. "And you are just like your father."
* * *
*Four Years Earlier*
If there was a God, and James was sure there was, He apparently loved Jack Sparrow. How else could anyone explain the fact Jack could simply waltz into Port Royal at any time he wanted and *not* end up in the gallows?
Except, of course, for the fact James loved Jack, and he couldn't bring himself to throw the pirate in jail.
Still, that didn't stop him from saying, "Jack. You shouldn't be here."
Jack rose slowly from the bed. "Perhaps not. But I missed you." He slunk to James, small smile on his face.
James caught him by the wrists, holding him at arms length. "If someone were to see you ..."
"Then I have plenty of people who'd be able to set me free, now, wouldn’t I?" He leaned in and kissed James. "Come on, love. It's been months since I've last been."
"Ten, to be exact," James said wryly, pulling Jack towards him. Ten months since Jack had last been, and ten months, almost to the day, they'd consummated their relationship. Not that he'd been keeping track, per se. He simply had a good indicator of the occasion.
Their mouths met, hungry and searching. James was pressed against the door by Jack's body.
"Missed this," Jack murmured against his neck. Clever fingers undid buttons and unfastened belts while James did his best to unclothe Jack.
Without breaking apart, they made it to the bed. Jack had just pushed James onto his back when ...
"What was that?" Jack asked, head popping up.
James closed his eyes and sighed. Not now. Not tonight.
"That sounds like a baby." Jack propped himself further above James's body. "It is a baby." He looked around, confused. "Is it?"
"Yes. It is a baby," James confirmed, eyes closing in frustration.
"Is it here?"
"Yes. It is here." Gently, he pushed Jack off him and rose from the bed. "And, no, the nurse is not here to care for him. If you would care to wait, I'm sure I can settle him back down before the tide sets."
Gavin's room was next to James's, and James had a door that opened between the two. Normally, the nurse stayed in the room with Gavin as he was not yet sleeping through the night, but tonight she had a cold and James had been sure he could handle it.
He hadn't, of course, counted on Jack. Jack, who's timing was, as ever, impeccable.
"Gavin," James sighed, lifting the squalling infant from the crib. "What's wrong?" He wasn't wet or soiled, so he was probably hungry.
Yeah. And then it just ended.
I got the coolest Chanukah gift tonight. It's called "Movie Mistakes" and has all the mistakes made in movies. I love nitpicks and love the book. Very, very cool. :)
The first time Gavin was caught stealing, he was four years old. Mistress Elizabeth had been cooling a pie on her windowsill, and it smelled so enticing, Gavin was helpless against it.
Quietly, he crept up to the window, using all the creeping skills his Papa had taught him the last time he'd come to visit. He checked the yard to make sure it was clear, and then, very quietly, peeked over the edge of the windowsill.
Mistress Elizabeth was inside, humming to herself. She wasn’t paying any attention to him.
He lowered his head again and reached for the pie. His fingers brushed against the crust and then ...
The whole thing came crashing on top of his head.
Gavin shrieked as the piping hot filling landed on his head. He dashed at it, but that only spread the burning insides to his hands, hurting him more.
"Damn it, Gavin!" Mistress Elizabeth swore.
The world upended as Gavin was swept off his feet and run through the yard.
"What is it?" Uncle Will demanded, meeting them halfway.
"Someone decided to practice what Papa taught him, I should think. Oh, Gavin, your father will be furious with you." And then, Gavin was dunked into a barrel of water.
"Is he all right?" Uncle Will asked as Gavin bobbed to the surface of the barrel.
Mistress Elizabeth was scrubbing the pie gunk off Gavin's head as he cried softly. It *hurt*; it felt as if his skin was peeling off.
"I think he's fine." She sighed and pulled his hands above the water. "What are you doing here, Gavin?"
"Father said he wanted pie."
Her eyes narrowed. "So he told you to steal it?"
He stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. "He said he didn't want to wait."
"I see. Where is Anna?"
Gavin sucked harder on his finger; Anna, his governess, had taken him to town as a treat. But he'd gotten bored and wanted to go to the smithy, and then saw the pie ...
"Is your father at the fort?" she asked, on seeing Gavin wasn't going to give her an answer.
Of course, his father was even worse, and Gavin was about to say something, when Mistress Elizabeth hauled him out of the water. Wrapping him in a blanket brought by Uncle Will, she said, "I'm going to take him to the fort."
"No! Nonononono!" Gavin started struggling, but Mistress Elizabeth held him tightly. The more he struggled, the tighter her arms got until she was sticking something sharp into his side.
The guards let them pass, and Mistress Elizabeth stormed into Father's office "He was stealing," she said without preamble.
Father raised an eyebrow and looked at Gavin with disapproving eyes. "Stealing?"
"He said you told him to get it for you." She raised an eyebrow. "I thought maybe I should check and see that you hadn't requested he fetch this for you."
"No. I did not. Gavin? What have you to say for yourself?"
Gavin looked at his shoes. "You like pie."
He sighed and muttered, "You are just like your father," underneath his breath. Then, louder and in a more proper tone, he said, "Thank you, Mrs. Turner. I shall see he punished at once. And I will pay for the pie."
"Thank you. And come to dinner tomorrow, James. Will and I would love to have you." She patted Gavin's shoulder. "And bring Gavin."
He looked up at her to find her smiling down at him.
"And the pie will be free," she added.
Gavin smiled at Mistress Elizabeth and decided she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
"I will see you tomorrow, Elizabeth." Father rose and walked around his desk. He bent over and picked Gavin up. "Thank you for delivering him to me; I've just received a report that his governess is frantically looking for him in town."
"Your welcome, James. And try not to be too hard on him?"
"I won't."
The door closed behind Mistress Elizabeth, and Gavin was left alone with his father.
He smiled sweetly. "I love you," he said. Carefully, he placed his hands on Father's cheeks and kissed him. "Do you love me?"
Father sighed and rested his forehead against Gavin's. "Yes," he said softly, kissing the tip of Gavin's nose. "And you are just like your father."
* * *
*Four Years Earlier*
If there was a God, and James was sure there was, He apparently loved Jack Sparrow. How else could anyone explain the fact Jack could simply waltz into Port Royal at any time he wanted and *not* end up in the gallows?
Except, of course, for the fact James loved Jack, and he couldn't bring himself to throw the pirate in jail.
Still, that didn't stop him from saying, "Jack. You shouldn't be here."
Jack rose slowly from the bed. "Perhaps not. But I missed you." He slunk to James, small smile on his face.
James caught him by the wrists, holding him at arms length. "If someone were to see you ..."
"Then I have plenty of people who'd be able to set me free, now, wouldn’t I?" He leaned in and kissed James. "Come on, love. It's been months since I've last been."
"Ten, to be exact," James said wryly, pulling Jack towards him. Ten months since Jack had last been, and ten months, almost to the day, they'd consummated their relationship. Not that he'd been keeping track, per se. He simply had a good indicator of the occasion.
Their mouths met, hungry and searching. James was pressed against the door by Jack's body.
"Missed this," Jack murmured against his neck. Clever fingers undid buttons and unfastened belts while James did his best to unclothe Jack.
Without breaking apart, they made it to the bed. Jack had just pushed James onto his back when ...
"What was that?" Jack asked, head popping up.
James closed his eyes and sighed. Not now. Not tonight.
"That sounds like a baby." Jack propped himself further above James's body. "It is a baby." He looked around, confused. "Is it?"
"Yes. It is a baby," James confirmed, eyes closing in frustration.
"Is it here?"
"Yes. It is here." Gently, he pushed Jack off him and rose from the bed. "And, no, the nurse is not here to care for him. If you would care to wait, I'm sure I can settle him back down before the tide sets."
Gavin's room was next to James's, and James had a door that opened between the two. Normally, the nurse stayed in the room with Gavin as he was not yet sleeping through the night, but tonight she had a cold and James had been sure he could handle it.
He hadn't, of course, counted on Jack. Jack, who's timing was, as ever, impeccable.
"Gavin," James sighed, lifting the squalling infant from the crib. "What's wrong?" He wasn't wet or soiled, so he was probably hungry.
Yeah. And then it just ended.
I got the coolest Chanukah gift tonight. It's called "Movie Mistakes" and has all the mistakes made in movies. I love nitpicks and love the book. Very, very cool. :)
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Date: 2004-12-12 07:49 am (UTC)I really want to know where the baby came from.
*snooogles*
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Date: 2004-12-12 09:41 am (UTC)Thanks for reading it even if you don't read POTC. :) *huggles*
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Date: 2004-12-12 12:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-17 07:08 pm (UTC)