Title: Topsy-Turvy 2/?
Chapter Title: Well, You May Tell the Captain I am Disinclined to Acquiesce to his Request
Author: WolviesLover
Rating: PG-13 (subject to change)
Summary: Lizzie of the alternate world awakens to find herself not in bed and Jack finds himself confused.

Alternate Lizzie:

She didn't feel normal. There wasn't a warm body lying next to her as there normally was. She felt constrictive cloth wrapped 'round her body, and, thinking she was cocooned within the covers, she struggled to kick her way free of them. Dimly, she registered a panicked voice through the blackness of being half-awake.

"My God, Jack, what has happened to her? Is she having a fit?"

Ah, must be Will. Wait…Will?

She ceased her struggling and opened her eyes, the night sky overhead blocked by both Jack and Will's concerned gazes. Twin pairs of brown eyes looked quite relieved to see that she was awake, and Will embraced her tightly. She cast a confused look to Jack, who winked and averted his own eyes in order to stare out across his beloved horizon as though he were giving the two of them some privacy. She felt her temper spark at his apparent lack of care for her and, temporarily, her confusion about the situation was forgotten.

"Jack Sparrow, what is wrong with you?" she demanded, and Jack noticed that fire blooming within her eyes.

He blinked and glanced down to her, those beautiful eyes focused solely on her now. She found herself lost, ignoring all else for the moment. A gentle nudge to Will, though she missed the wounded look in his eyes, and she was heading for Jack. With a sigh, she laid her head upon his shoulder to gather what comfort she could, finding herself in a very strange situation indeed. Last she knew, she was firmly tucked into his bed after a long night of wild passion.

"What happened? Why are we not in bed?" she mused, glancing up to him, smirk lying bare upon her lips. He seemed to falter for a moment, gazing at her as if she'd lost her mind.

He hazarded a quick glance towards Will, whose features registered both hurt and confusion, and moved to step away from the girl. He was convinced she'd lost her wits. Elizabeth hadn't leaned on him like that since the night they had been stranded together. His usual sharp wit and drawling voice were silenced by the strangeness of the situation.

Miss Swann was implying that the two of them should be abed…and right in front of the eunuch! Now that wasn't very nice, mocking him like that.

Jack gave him a sympathetic look.

He pursed his lips thoughtfully, and they soon parted in a wry grin. His fingers came up to twirl the edges of his mustache, about to speak, until he caught sight of Will's face and remembered himself. Giving the girl a sheepish grin, he tried to step back and away from her.

Elizabeth seemed not to notice and pulled him right back. She reached up and tugged upon the two braided strands of his beard playfully, eyes sparkling with promise.

He'd never known the lass to be playful, at least not with him. Instead, he found her slightly annoying, irritating, infuriating, and maddening. Not that he didn't like the lass. It gave his sharp wit and silver tongue a combatant at its level.

"Did I only dream you shaved this off? Glad to see it's not gone. It's…useful," she nearly purred, the corners of her lips twitching upwards.

He swallowed thickly, certain his own eyes would be shining with confused desire. She tugged upon his facial hair a bit harder, as if to bring his lips to meet her own. He growled within his throat possessively, arm curling 'round her trim waist.

Will stepped forward then, his hand curling 'round her elbow. "Elizabeth? You fainted. I think you're fevered. Come and lie down," he begged, those bewitching eyes pleading with her. Her lips pursed; another annoyed glance towards the Captain before she nodded and moved towards his cabin.

Wait a second here…his cabin?

Jack scowled after her. Lass was acting as if she owned the place now.

Will cast a worried glance back towards Jack, who shrugged and left the couple alone, silently brooding to himself and turning to glare moodily at the ocean again. It was actually more like pouting, but the Captain liked to think it brooding.

He cast a backwards glance over his shoulder, towards the departing couple, his lips finally parting in another grin, as Will's watchful gaze was no longer upon him.

Now that was interesting.

Humming the song he'd learned from the spitfire of a girl on that beach, he tried not to remember how lovely her body had felt pressed against his own. His hand stole up to the two braids upon his beard and he fingered them thoughtfully.

"Mate," he said to himself quietly, "you're in for a long night".

Our Elizabeth:

She bit her lower lip, cursing all that was holy and whimpered as his arm tightened upon her bare legs. Her cheeks flushed when she noticed how…pleasant his touch was, his rough and weathered fingertips kneading at her hip tenderly. Gooseflesh rose upon her skin, and she reached down to pull a thick blanket over her nakedness.

He blinked awake, much to her dismay, his eyes focusing upon her hip. A lazy smirk, and he leaned over to place a tender kiss there. Her breath caught in her throat, the blush accenting her high, regal cheekbones.

"J- Jack…," she began, her voice trembling with something she refused to name.

He chuckled, well used to that trembling in her voice, and rolled over onto his back, fingers of a hand splayed upon his chest, lightly scratching at the dark hair there.

"Mornin', love," he murmured, reaching out to pull her flush against him, her naked body sprawled upon his chest, smirk darting over his thin lips, his brows waggling knowingly.

She gaped at him from where she was pressed against his body, horror in her eyes at his actions. Palms went to rest on his chest, and she tried to push herself away unsuccessfully; she found herself wondering at his strong grasp – he certainly didn't look as if he'd be this strong. He blinked, looking somewhat confused.

"Lizzie, darling, what's wrong?" demanded gently, concern held within his tones, releasing her immediately and peering 'round the cabin as if to see what had her so ill at ease.

Trying to quell the blush that had risen so brightly, she placed a hand to her chest and drew in slow breaths to calm herself. "Why…am I here…with you of all people?" she began slowly, gathering words into an addled brain: one that didn't seem to wish to work correctly at this point and time. Instead, it sent flashes of what his touch felt like, how strange he looked without his beard and…wait, where was his beard?

"And what have you done with your beard?" brought up because it was much easier to talk about than why she was in his bed.

Jack's hurt, albeit indignant look at being questioned on her presence in his bed quickly turned to one of mirth.

"Aye, Lizzie. For the final time, I am aware that you aren't fond of me new appearance. Be silent now, imp. Though after last night, perhaps it should be succubus," he growled out playfully. Softer now, with more tenderness, he continued, "It is, however, a necessary evil, darling — you know that better than anyone. This was, after all, your plan." Waggling a finger at her, the man turned and, placing his feet on the floor, pulled on his pants.

"My…plan? Jack, what are you talking about?" she continued, well aware that her voice was rising in shrillness with every moment. Glancing up, she struggled to compose herself, and noticed the pirate captain gazing at her with a smirk upon his handsome face.

He was handsome now, she noted, canting her head at his new exterior to take it in a bit more carefully.

He looked much younger without his beard, and she found, with not a little surprise, that she did, indeed, prefer him wild and untamed-looking. This look was entirely too proper for him. He could have blended into any social function in her father's house, and none would be the wiser.

He chuckled to see her observing him and shook his head. "Like what you see, young missy? I believe dear William and I could handle a delay in our plans," he mused aloud, starting for her.

She was certain her eyes widened to saucers, heart beating in anticipation – no…no, it must be terror, she assured herself inwardly.

His lips parted in self-assured smile, and he reached for her.

The door opened a moment later, a breathless Will within the doorway. Elizabeth leapt away from Jack as if burned. It seemed like she should be ashamed, standing only covered in a blanket in Jack's quarters. Will merely smirked his secretive smile and averted his eyes after giving her a polite nod. "Jack, we'll reach land in an hour or two. Do you think you will be done with your lovely treasure by then?" he chuckled at what must have been a private joke, and closed the door behind him.

Elizabeth felt a sigh pass her lips as well as Jack's mysterious eyes upon her. She expected to find them filled with the dark desire, but was surprised to note the man's grim stare.

"Now what was that all about, love? Are there, perhaps, some goings-on between yourself and Master Turner of which I've not been edified? What else could cause you to leap away from me in such haste with that," he gestured at her with an arched brow, "particular look of shame?" He watched her silently, the muscles of his jaw twitching as he fought down anger he rarely showed – especially to his bonny lass. Her mouth moved as if to say something, and then closed, the girl at a loss.

Scowling and quite obviously upset, he stormed out of the cabin, offering, "I'll leave you to think on it," behind him.

The heavy oak doorway slammed shut, blocking out much of the light in the cabin. Elizabeth was left to her own devices, confused and fretting. For some reason, Jack's accusation about her love had her feeling guilty, and she had no idea why.

Alternate Lizzie:

She sighed wearily, smothering it as best she could. Will was fretting, and his constant pacing in front of her was giving her something of a headache. One move, and he'd be at her side with his constant attention. She cursed inwardly, wondering when he was going to leave so she could hunt out Jack. Why Will would be so concerned over her welfare was anyone's guess. She made the mistake of shifting upon Jack's bed, trying to get comfortable. It seemed she was unable to find the spot she'd formed during her stay in the Captain's bed over the few years they'd been blissfully involved with one another. With that movement, Will was at her side, clasping her hands in worry. She groaned, rolling over and pulling a pillow over her head.

Meanwhile, Jack was gazing out over the calm sea. The wind had died shortly after Will dragged Miss Swann off to his cabin. He had given them two cabins of their very own. It had almost been one cabin, but a blushing Will had insisted on two. Just as he suspected — eunuch.

Had she belonged to him, they would never leave his cabin.

He glanced across the deck, only to see young Mister Turner come flying out. The double doors slammed behind him and latched with an audible click. The lock, its metal as dark as the night to suit his tastes, was rarely used by the Captain. After all, he never knew if Ana would want to sneak in for a roll. It wasn't as if she ever did, but he liked to leave the option open for her.

Smirking at the whelp's expression of misery as he crossed the deck towards his cabin, he paused to clamp a hand down upon his shoulder. "Ol' Captain Jack will have a few words with the lass, mate. She seems to have finally taken to me, aye?"

Will frowned up at the man, straightening. "Be careful, Jack. She's not in a good mood. Take care that you don't take advantage of her," he offered softly, before heading away from the cabin.

The Captain arched a brow, shaking his head with silent mirth. Seemed Will was confused on who to warn about taking advantage of whom.

Unable to stop a chuckle from passing his lips, he staggered his way over to the cabin door, half-drunken as always. A few brief knocks, and he leaned upon the doorway in what he hoped was a debonair sort of look — not that the lass would refuse him. He was Captain Jack Sparrow!

She growled out an unpleasant reply, and he leaned forward to catch the words. Eyebrows rose in pleased surprise. "Why Miss Swann, I was not all-together aware of the bounds of your vocabulary, but I never expected such rubbish to pass those lovely lips, though, I'm a bit surprised that you would use language so harsh against the very Captain whose cabin you reside in," he finished smoothly, taking a moment to again curl the ends of his mustache — a last minute beautification of an otherwise perfectly rugged and striking appearance — he was certain.

The door was yanked open a moment later, after a bit of fumbling with the lock, and a gladdened cry passed those afore-mentioned lips. He couldn't help the cocky, self-assured grin that parted his lips and revealed his gold-capped teeth. The lass most certainly had warmed to him. Her arms were warm around him, and he groaned at their feel.

"Elizabeth, darling, you really must cease and desist your treatment of me," he protested with a hitch to his voice. "You, little missy," he took her by the shoulders and pried her lovely little form away from his own, kohl-lined eyes peering into hers acutely, "are in love with the whelp, and you must stop this, or I cannot rightly be held accountable for my actions, savvy?" That said, he nudged her away, fitfully pacing.

While Will's had been annoying, she watched his with a smile of sorts while perched upon the bed.

She could watch him for hours. Smirking, she was relieved to find him acting mostly like her usual Jack. It was easy to see that she had him frustrated with her minor attempts at seduction.

"I'm a pirate! A scallywag who lives for pilfering my weasely black guts out! I shouldn't have to deal with an amorous young wench such as yourself or have to hold back for a eunuch who probably can't satisfy, gratify, or otherwise please you anyway!" He whirled to find her not ridden with guilt but instead smirking up at him smugly. He pondered using the pistol in his sash, fingering the trigger idly.

Jack's eyes, still upon her, caught the roll of her warm eyes. He had known the woman was insolent, but this? Growling, not trusting himself with her just now, though he wasn't sure if he wanted to kiss her or kill her, he turned to go.

When he felt her arms again wrapping around him, this time from behind, he was surprised to note just how fast she was. He told the guilty feeling in his gut that he was a pirate and couldn't really be expected to withstand this sweet torture the girl was putting him through. When he felt her tongue on his pulse point, he cursed aloud, sending a silent apology to Will and turning to sear his lips to her own searching ones.

Now then! I suspect the cliffie isn't going to be popular, but it's a lovely one, isn't it? *grins* Now for some replies to my reviewers…

WolviesRogue: Thank you, thank you. *winks* Nice to be reviewed *by* another Wolverine fan. Though I'm more inclined to like him with Storm, of course.

El Diablo Firestarter: Glad you liked! And look, another cliffhanger for you since I know you love them! *muaha's*

Goth Princess: Hope this chapter clears things up a little! *grins* But yes, a Jack and a Liz have done it. Many times. And now, since it's polite to share, she's loaning him to me.

JessieHeart: I hope you liked this chapter as well, and that things still have potential. We're in for a long, long ride with this one.

Elf_and_Tonic: Here! Here! Here! I updated! Excuse the long absence. It was worth it though, yes? *hopeful look*

Shadow Phenix: My dear, fellow review-whore, I dedicate this chapter to you. Heck, I dedicate the whole fic to you! And all the rest of you should thank her for literally guilting me into continuing. Thanks my new beta! *clings to head*

A fan: Thanks! Was this less hurried?

If I forgot everyone, I'm sorry! *cower*