Young Will/Elizabeth Drabbles for yoiebear

[dwgm]

Better late than never. These are for kahva, too. I've signed up to do drabbles100 -- PotC: General Movie -- and although I haven't received word from the mods that my request has been accepted, I've started writing anyway. The first three prompts seemed to lend themselves to three related drabbles, about Will and Elizabeth's first week in Port Royal.

ETA: Actually, I signed up to do fanfic100. Putting the table back on a table of contents page now. Silly GM.



1. Beginnings


Will stayed with the Swanns that first week in Port Royal. He had a small room to himself, in the servants' wing, and Elizabeth made certain of his comfort.

"You shouldn't order the housekeeper about like that!" Will told her, dismayed.

"Nonsense. Father said I'm the lady of the house, now that mother is... is gone."

Her voice was unsteady, betraying her. She had lost her mother almost the same time his own had died, the year before. The shared grief was a bond between them.

"I'm sorry."

"It's all right." She straightened, determinedly.

"It will be." He took her hand.






2. Middles


Long after midnight, he woke to her scratch at his door. She was barefoot, and clad in a cloud of lawn, satin, and lace. A dream, he thought, until she spoke.

"Let me in! I saved some cakes from dinner."

She squeezed past and sat herself upon his bed, unwrapped the cakes and served them up. "Four for you and four for me."

"Elizabeth... Miss Swann! You shouldn't be here."

Her eyes sparkled in the candlelight, all sweet mischief. "I know, Mr. Turner. Now come and eat."

I'm doomed. But he only said, "Yes, ma'am," and meekly shut the door.





3. Ends


"We can't leave him here, Father!"

"Elizabeth, hush."

"But can't we--"

"There shall be no more discussion!"

Elizabeth desisted, but Will saw from her mulish expression that it was a temporary respite at best.

The Governor nodded to Mr. Brown, then smiled at Will. "I know you'll make a fine smith's apprentice. I have every faith I leave you in good hands. Come, Elizabeth. Say goodbye."

Elizabeth's distress was evident. "Farewell, Will," she said. "I'll... I'll still be watching."

When they'd gone, Mr. Brown shook his head. "Cheeky chit!" he remarked.

But Will thought, Guardian Angel, his heart full.


~.~

Comments

[woolymonkey.livejournal.com]

Those are lovely - you imply so much of their later story in these early scenes.
I especially like the first one with Elizabeth wobbling between bossy and vulnerable, and Will already protective.

[geekmama.livejournal.com]

With all the potential angst in the finale of the trilogy, it was just easier to revisit the past with these characters. I'm so happy you thought them in character. Thank you for reading and commenting!