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Complete! Prison Fic

Written for anelith's birthday, and as always for cherusha who made me love Norrington even more.

Title: Last Request, 3/3
Author: Stoney321
Rating: NC-17, this part merely R for implied violence.
Summary: This is that loosely held thing. Jack Sparrow finally caught, 10 years after PotC, James Norrington pays him a visit and ... Have to read to find out.
Warning: DARK for me. I won't say anything further. Either you'll read it and trust me, or not. Hate give-aways.
A/N: HUGE thanks to ely_jan for being a superstar beta. Any praise I receive is part hers.

Part One
Part Two

Last Request


James paced in his quarters, waiting, trying not to listen to the gathering crowd outside, but unable to block the sound. The garrison was small, and the high bricked walls amplified all the noise. It had only been a half-hour since he had left Jack's cell, but it felt like a lifetime to James.

He had skirted past the guards, their questions and sneering ignored, and quickly made his way back to his rooms. He tossed his overcoat on the edge of his bed and the bag with his excuse for seeing the prisoner on the floor beside it. For a fleeting moment, a tight coil of fear clenched in his belly - would the executioner strip off Jack's shirt and see he hadn't been beaten?

He chanced a glance out of his window which unfortunately looked directly onto the cobbled quadrangle that served as the main center for activity in the fort. The crowd was beginning to swell in the early morning light. Buskers were moving through the crowds singing snippets of rhymes about dead pirates and the afterlife as a contingent of soldiers marched into the quad to organize the crowd into some semblance of order. As the Lieutenant shouted orders to his men and prepared the grounds for the morning’s spectacle, James shouted out his door for a chamber maid to bring him fresh water. A young, spotty-faced girl dashed in with a pitcher, obviously wanting to hurry and get down to watch the hanging.

James slammed the door shut behind her, filled his basin and splashed cold water on his face. He sat on the edge of his bed, examining the back of his hand and rubbing at the remnants of the grit now running in a muddy trail over his knuckles. The crowd outside gave out a cheer. James dropped his face into his hands, fingertips digging into his scalp as the list of crimes committed by Jack Sparrow were called out.

James turned his face against his hands, eyes turning toward his window, straining to hear Jack’s voice should he speak. Evidently he wasn’t going to and the drum rolled, signaling the noose being placed around his neck. James dug his fingers into the coverlet over his bed, keeping himself seated, willing himself to not fly to the window and take one last look. He would keep the image of Jack from earlier fixed in his mind, just as Jack had asked.

Jack, moving over him, eyes closed, lips parted, sighing with pleasure. Jack, savage and fierce with need. Jack, smiling from a joke only he knew. James covered his face again, and was gently rubbing his lower lip with the memory of earlier kisses when the crowds’ noise cut off with a sharp exhale and a loud thump. A gratified sigh was carried through James’ window. James bolted to the wash basin and threw up, hands gripping the cold porcelain loosely; a cold sweat breaking out over his body. Eventually the spasms eased and the basin clattered back onto the stand.

Weakly, he crossed the room and sagged to his bed, clutching the coverlet over his face as he rocked back and forth.


A few hours later came a soft knock on his door.


James sat up, used his sleeve to mop his face, pulled on his greatcoat, and wiped all vestiges of emotion from his face. He drew a deep breath and opened the door. A young soldier stood at attention and saluted.

“Sir? Begging your pardon, sir, as I know you’ll be wanting your rest after being on duty all night. The executioner thought you might like this. A trophy, sir.”

The young man held out a small parcel - red cloth wrapped as a covering around something. James took it, willing his hands to not tremble and thanked the soldier. The man continued to stand there, an eager expression on his face, hoping to get a glimpse. James exhaled sharply.

“That will be all. Good day.”

He closed the door without further comment and sank to his bed, the parcel in his lap. He smoothed his hand over the worn material. It was Jack’s head scarf. He laid it open on his lap and moaned in agony. A long lock of hair with several baubles and shells woven into the hair strands was the trophy that the executioner had sent. James clutched it to his face and breathed in the smell of the only lover he had wanted all these years.

The chamber maid entered his quarters several hours later to replace the water basin and remove the mess that the Commodore had made earlier that day and clucked at the man sleeping in his clothes. Her face softened as she saw the peaceful expression on his face, assuming it was due to the death of his greatest adversary earlier that day. A job well done, and a peaceful sleep earned.

If she had looked closer, she would have seen the Commodore’s hands filled with an old scrap of red material and a lock of hair pressed to his lips as he slept.



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Mar. 16th, 2006 10:41 am (UTC)
I'm pretty proud of that blow job. Heh. And yeah, this is just my dramatic interpretation of an adult relationship between them, because the movie is very much NOT of this vein. I wrote an earlier story in that cat and mouse style that I think is truer to the movie canon.

But I wanted some porn. Thanks so much!
Mar. 16th, 2006 10:25 am (UTC)
Okay. That little trophy broke might heart right in half. And you made me cry into my pasta, dammit! It's already soggy enough!

So very lovely, sweetheart. So very very lovely.
Mar. 16th, 2006 10:41 am (UTC)
(omg, I was totally sad WRITING it, and are you kidding me? but... yeah.)

Thanks Susi for reading this. *hugs you tight*
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Mar. 16th, 2006 11:31 am (UTC)
*hugs you* oh! me too! :( on all of it. I love happy endings because they push back the inevitable, huh? I'm so glad you liked your present. You've gotten me to write some of my most favorite things yet, my Anne-girl.

*squish, rocks slowly*
Mar. 16th, 2006 02:58 pm (UTC)
You...you..made me cry.


*clings to them*
Mar. 16th, 2006 03:06 pm (UTC)
...does it help to know that I cried too, and I wrote it?

*pats soothingly with a few "there, there's"*

*bites lip and feels kinda proud that I was able to move you, nonetheless*
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Mar. 16th, 2006 03:16 pm (UTC)

I am so glad I discovered the treasure trove of writings here...thank you.

Mar. 16th, 2006 03:19 pm (UTC)
What a lovely thing to say! Thank you so very much.
Mar. 16th, 2006 07:36 pm (UTC)
Well, it made me cry, and it was shattering to read, and the emotions were so vivid, and and porn was glorious and hot, and...
You have created a materpiece. I'm in love with it. And Jack's dead, and James is... isn't, exactly.
Mar. 16th, 2006 08:46 pm (UTC)
*passes tissue box* Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
Mar. 16th, 2006 07:54 pm (UTC)
Mostly dead! Mostly dead!

Damn you, you didn't release the epilogue wherein Jack really escaped by a hair of a second. Or lightning struck the rope, releasing him from the hold. Or a fairy godmother waved her wand and all was well with the world. Or... something! *aches* ow, and your new Sparrington icon, too! *aches again*

I loved this description: A gratified sigh was carried through James’ window. James bolted to the wash basin and threw up, hands gripping the cold porcelain loosely; a cold sweat breaking out over his body. Eventually the spasms eased and the basin clattered back onto the stand.

*goes back to shaking fist now*
Mar. 16th, 2006 08:47 pm (UTC)
*bites your icon's NECK omg*

I did forget all of that because that is OBVIOUSLY the deleted scene fic. Or something.

(shakes fist? *quails* also: *puppy eyes*)
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Mar. 16th, 2006 09:03 pm (UTC)
*blinks* Is that James?? *blinks more*


*clears throat*

Read it all from the beginning again, and *reels* it truly is just amazing. Hot and powerful and painful. Just wonderful! Thanks so much!
Mar. 16th, 2006 09:55 pm (UTC)
WHERE?! Who? *points to icon* Him? Yeah. *shudders with WANT* Yeah.

You are a SUPERSTAR. *hugs*
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Mar. 17th, 2006 01:06 am (UTC)
That was heart breaking. I really liked the way you described James' reaction the Joack's loss. It was such a realistic response to loss. I enjoyed the character and plotish stuff the most...in a porn story. Does that make me weird?
Mar. 17th, 2006 08:10 am (UTC)
Thank you, Heather. (it started off as porn, but I had to put a story in it because... I don't know how to not. So I suppose we're both weird. :*)
Mar. 17th, 2006 06:19 am (UTC)
Okay. I think I can comment now, without too much weeping and flailing.

*wipes tears from cheeks*

This was perfect. So rare to find real angst and deep emotions AND super!hot porn in one story. But you win. A plot, a blow job, very physical sex and denied emotion that could be love masquerading as simple lust between two men that would never be allowed to live together.

You made them adults from a movie that only flirted with that notion.

Thank you for writing this. Thank you for sharing it.

*twirls you*
Mar. 17th, 2006 08:11 am (UTC)
...you sure you aren't in this fandom? ;)

I heart you, Snow. Such lovely things to say. *squish*

(seriously: you suuuuuuure you don't wanna write in this fandom? :D )
Mar. 20th, 2006 11:41 pm (UTC)
Wow. I just read all three parts.
Damn, that sex was hot! But the end? Where's the last minute rescue of Jack????? *sob*

(see, I told ya I'll read non-Jossverse if you write it!)

(and, OMG, thank all the gods that your daddy couldn't get this story open!!! You would be tried for murder when he had his heart attack!)
Mar. 21st, 2006 05:17 am (UTC)
There CAN'T be a last minute rescue! *sobs, too*

(and seriously. I would have died a thousand deaths.)
Apr. 2nd, 2006 06:15 pm (UTC)


also um GAH hot.

No just. Just. Jack not being able to comfort James because he's in need of it himself. And just. aslkdjalsdkajlskdjalsdkjalsdkj
Apr. 2nd, 2006 06:44 pm (UTC)
*holds you gently*

GAH. It hurt to write it. but there can't be a good ending... can there? *wants*
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Jun. 20th, 2006 03:55 am (UTC)
Oh how painful this story is. Poor James and his muddled wants and Jack as the only one that could help him. And now it's just James. But I'm sure Jack will keep an eye on him in his own way...

*weeps at the beauty and sadness*
Jun. 21st, 2006 01:15 am (UTC)
I just replied to your other comment, so apologies to your inbox, but I wanted to thank you so much for taking the time to read and leave me your thoughts.

*huge hugs*
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Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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