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28 June 2007 @ 01:57 am
Norribeth -- Waiting -- Part 1/?  
Title: Waiting -- Part 1/?
Genre: Romance, AU
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1, 034
Pairing: Norribeth
Summary: AWE AU. Norrington lived after AWE and lives near Elizabeth, and the two of them grow closer. I am working off of the thing that the writers want that Will stays for good after the first ten years. This really won’t be for Willabeth shippers.
Author's Notes: This is my first WIP since I first began writing (back when the only thing I wrote was Farowyn, when I was like 12) , and I am proud to say it was properly betad by tisthebeads.

Their apologies had been said and their need for being together gone. There is no desperate war for them to fight, no place for them on the sea. Neither of them can fit on either side; they both refuse to become ruthless once again, they refuse to see the world in black and white after what they have seen and so the sea just becomes a separate dream. She lives on a house on a cliff with a view of the horizon (just to keep an eye out for the Dutchman she says, knowing it is a lie). He lives not far off. She brings dinner for him every night. He tells her she doesn't need to. She does anyway. Every night he sits with her at his dining room table eating food she has prepared, kindly saying nothing about her lack of cooking skills. Every night he escorts her back to her home, even though she tells him he doesn't need to. He does anyway. She invites him in and they sit in her small sitting room.

They have fallen far from being the Commodore and The Governor's Daughter. There is no space in her house for the amount of brocade they used to wear. So they sit, simply clothed in a simple house which she has made home. The cool salt air blows in from the sea through an open window, breaking the stifling heat of another warm Caribbean night. They are sitting, as they do every night, on opposite ends of a small couch Elizabeth has procured. He is reading a book, and she is looking at him. She wonders when she became so comfortable around him. She has taken off her shoes and her legs lay folded in front of her under a simple dress. She wonders when he started to look like he belonged in her life, in her home. She wonders when she began to know the lines of his face as easily as she knew the lines of her hands.

"I love you." She blurts it out suddenly.

He pauses in his reading, and slowly looks at her. He smiles softly, but it is pained. "You miss Will."

"No," she says and she feels herself angering. "I love you."

"Elizabeth." He starts.

"Don't be condescending, James." She unfurls her feet and places them on the floor, turning from him.

He reaches out to her, his hand clutching her shoulder. He is surprised to find that she leans into it. He begins. "Elizabeth-"

"Do you not love me anymore?" She is surprised to find she is suddenly afraid of the answer. She has always been so sure of his love for her. He had always been there, and he was always supposed to be. He was James, and he was going to be there forever to love her. She had decided that for herself when she was very young. Even after she had determinedly told herself she had fallen out of love with him, she had expected him to save her, and he had, in more ways than she probably knew. She needed him; she supposed she always had.

It was not as if she hadn’t spent long periods of time without him. Of course, as a Commodore there would be times when he would be away for at least half a year, but still then she had been the Governor's daughter and wasn’t exactly in need of saving. Her largest crises then had been figuring out seating arrangements, and cooks gone astray.

And then there had been the whole pirate mess. A total of three and a half years of her life was spent sailing across the seas, and yet only about half that time was spent without him. Now, though, now she realizes what that could mean: to truly be without him.

"If you don't-"

"Elizabeth." He says her name like a sigh, as if he is talking to a child. "It isn't that."

"Then what is it?" Once again, she feels anger rise within her. She turns to face him and his hand drops. He gazes at her incredulously.

"You are married."

"I'm not asking you to bed me, James. Although I would not object." She adds, her anger fueling her to be open, and her tone is factual, almost as if she was mentioning that her garden could do with some rain.

"Elizabeth!" He says it in a scolding tone, and he rolls his eyes in a degree of exasperation, as if she was climbing the rigging on the Interceptor again, rather than suggesting they sleep together.

She leans back, annoyed with him. “He isn't here James. He isn't ever going to be."

"He comes back in ten years, that isn't forever."

She doesn't respond. She doesn't tell him that she has begun to question her love for Will, or that James' touch feels more familiar to her than any of Will's kisses ever had. She does not tell him that she wants him to kiss her again, and that she misses Will, but not half as much as she misses the feeling of his hand on her shoulder. She looks into his eyes, and they are so green and so heartbroken. She asks herself, why must he be so damn noble when he isn't drunk.

"Can I still bring you dinner?" She says finally.

He looks at her and he looks at his hands for a moment, before looking at her almost shyly, a small smile playing on his lips. "I don't know if I'd eat without it."

She smiles back at him softly, sadly.

The hand which had, moments before, fallen from her shoulder finds its way to her chin and he strokes her jaw lightly before murmuring. "I will always love you Elizabeth. Never doubt that."

She closes her eyes, and when she opens them he is at the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he says softly, and she sadly smiles in agreement. It is the only time they plan to meet, it is the only time they admit to their growing dependency, and will be the only time they talk about their relationship in such plain terms before Will returns.

Please comment.
(Anonymous) on July 3rd, 2007 03:36 am (UTC)
Did you ever post this on norribeth? I don't recall seeing it there, but I was poking around your journals (love the Elizabeth Swann mix/drabbles, by the way) and found this. You've got a great start!

"I love you." She blurts it out suddenly.
He pauses in his reading, and slowly looks at her. He smiles softly, but it is pained. "You miss Will."

That is so them! Love it. More please!
esmitheesmithe on November 10th, 2007 05:37 am (UTC)
Oh, yes, more please. But you might kill me if all goes so slowly!