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State Your Name	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Stabilization in the Worst Way

            Beckett arrived at Bonnie’s door at half past six and was a bit surprised to see the look on the Maid’s face. She looked a little worried that he was there even though he should have been expected. This was their second scheduled dinner, and since she was under house arrest, they would be dining at her home instead of his. He sent his cook and several servants to her home to prepare the meal so that wasn’t a worry.

            Handing his things to the maid she quickly put them in their place before walking back to Lore Beckett. They both stood there for a moment before Beckett had to say something. “Well?” He said wanting to know why he wasn’t being taken to the hostess straight away.

          “Umm. Mistress Norrington is . . . well she’s . . . a little . . .” She didn’t seem to know how to explain the situation at all. Beckett couldn’t understand what the difficultly was.

          “She’s what?” He asked again. When she seemed to flustered to even speak a word he sighed, “Where is she?”

          “She’s in the Library.” He turned and started to head in that direction. “But . . .sir I really don’t think you want to go in there!” She said quickly following after him. Beckett thought that sounded even more suspicious. Coming to the double doors of the library leaving the maid behind he turned the handles and went inside not sure what he would find.

            Looking about he found the rather strong odor of alcohol permeating the room. It was vast quantities; there was no doubt about that. He looked over and saw Bonnie sitting on the chase lounge with a glass in her hand drinking some hard liquor of some sort. She emptied the glass and then filled it again setting the bottle down as she began to drink again. Beckett closed the doors behind him a bit confused at the scene. He was somewhat under the impression that she did NOT drink.

          “What on earth are you doing?” Beckett asked walking closer. It seemed that she had been performing this ritual for some time.

          “What does it look like I’m doing. I’m thirsty, and I’m taking a drink to remedy it.” She took another drink from the glass and then leaned back on the lounge. “You want one?” She asked.

            Beckett looked a bit stunned for a moment before he smirked slightly, “It looks as though you quenched whatever thirst you had a few glasses ago. Now it seems your trying to drowned whatever sorrows you have.” Bonnie didn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledgement to his comment and put the bottle aside before taking a deep drink from her glass.

          “I was told a few moments ago that your dinner will be ready in a few moments. Then we can get this over with and you can leave.” She said abruptly not even bothering to pretend to be a gracious host.

          “Does James really approve of your emptying his spirits chest when he’s away?” Beckett inquired dryly.

          “How would I know?” Bonnie said. “We weren’t married that long before you sent him away. We never did quite get to the rules of the liquor cabinet. I’m sure there will be plenty of time to replace whatever I take before he returns. Won’t there.” She said irritated that he had even brought it up. “I would think you would be delighted at the prospect of James anger directed at me in any capacity.” She snapped. Her eyes turned away from Beckett towards a window that held the view of the sea. “You might get your wish as it is.” She muttered as she took another drink from her glass.

            A moment went by and Beckett paced slowly moving closer to her watching her closely. “You’re referring to the loss of your child.” When he said it, it was like a knife being driven into her chest. Her eyes closed and a look of pain crossed her face that indicated that whatever amount of alcohol she had consumed, it hadn’t drowned the sorrow and utter despair she had fallen into like she had hoped it would.

            Suddenly, like a volcano of emotion, Bonnie hurled the glass through the air towards Beckett missing him completely. Then she lunged off of her seat trying to claw at him, rather clumsily and he caught her with little trouble. She was rather intoxicated to the point that her motor skills were effected and she could hardly make a move that mattered. Beckett held her in his arms looking into her eyes feeling her tense and release and then tense again still making some conscious effort to free herself.

            Looking into her eyes a moment, he couldn’t restrain himself and he embraced her tightly kissing her almost ferociously. In her confusion and grief, Bonnie actually found herself kissing him back with her eyes closed. Perhaps imagining it was James even. When the kiss parted she looked at him breathing deeply. “I hate you.” She said quickly, both bodies gasping in labored breaths. “I hate you with everything in me . . .” Beckett didn’t care what she had to say, he knew she didn’t like him, it wasn’t exactly news. Cutler pulled her against him firmly again and hungrily consumed her lips again pressing his body against hers, feeling her bosom heave against his chest with each deep breath. It was his chance, he wasn’t about to let it slip away when she was actually responding to him.

Arms of the Angels

            Bonnie’s eyes fluttered open feeling the warm Caribbean breeze coming in her window of her bedchamber blowing the curtains making them dance in the morning light. She took a long slow breath and then let it out closing her eyes again. She felt so comfortable in bed this morning, so relaxed and warm. The sheets and blankets felt so good around her and it was a strange feeling that she hadn’t had in a while. Not since before James left and they had . . . .

            Suddenly her eyes popped open and she remembered a bit and a piece of the night before. She remembered Cutler walking in and finding her drinking in the Library. Then she remembered throwing a glass at him. She rolled her head back on the pillow looking at the ceiling as she remembered a little more. The last thing she remembered was his holding her tightly in his arms and his kissing her like some wild beast . . . and his actually kissing her back.

            Bonnie started to breath frantically as she couldn’t seem to remember any more, her head was fuzzy, and everything seemed like a huge blank. She rested her hands on her chest and then her eyes went wide. Slipping her hand between the covers and the blankets she found that she wasn’t wearing a nightgown. She was lying naked in bed. Bonnie’s eyes started to tear as she tried to remember harder, and still there was nothing just that horrible taste of his kiss on her lips and the feel of his arms around her. She closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands and screamed in horror.

          “NOOO!” She cried taking her hands away from her face. “GOD NO!!” She screamed. “What have I done, what have I DONE!!!” Rolling over she clutched the pillow to her face and wept, upset that she couldn’t remember more, but almost thankful at the same time.

            The door of her room burst open suddenly as Mary came hurrying in. “Mistress?” She asked. “Mistress what’s wrong? Is everything alright?”

          “Where is Lord Beckett.” She asked with her face turned away from the maid against the pillow.

          “He’s gone Mistress.” She said not sure what she was so upset about. “He . . . he left last night . . . Mrs. Norrington are you sure everything is alright?” She asked again walking a bit closer.

          “No! Everything is wrong! Everything is so wrong!” She said sitting up wiping the tears away from her eyes. “How am I to face Admiral Norrington when he returns home?” She wept. “I lost his child . . . and then betrayed him with a man he despises perhaps half as much as I do!”

            Mary looked at her a bit confused. “Betrayed him, Mistress?” She said. “How do you mean?” Bonnie looked up at the maid wondering how on earth she could ask her such a question. “Mistress . . . You took very ill last night. Lord Beckett left after Teresa and I put you to bed. You fell unconscious and became ill . . . several times. We had to remove your dress, and simply thought it better to put you in bed without a gown so that you would be more comfortable.” Bonnie looked stunned. Mary smiled a little, “Lord Beckett didn’t even stay for dinner. He looked quite disappointed and upset when he left.”

          “Really?” Bonnie said. “Really that’s all that happened?” Mary smiled and nodded. Bonnie looked as though she was going to pass out from pure relief. “Oh thank you sweet Lord.” She said raising her hand to her head.

          “The doctor said you shouldn’t be drinking spirits, Mistress. Not for sometime yet.” Bonnie was just so relieved that nothing had happened that she could hardly stand it and lay back down in the bed.

Hellfire

            Beckett sighed lying in his bed with a glass of wine in his hand, leaning against a stack of pillows as he twisted the ring on his finger around and around. “Stop fidgeting about or you’ll not stay until the morning.” Beckett said with an annoyed tone.

            A young woman leaned up on an elbow who had been lying next to him, “Is there something I might do that could help you to sleep?” She asked. “To relax you a bit? You seem rather upset?” Beckett sighed and took a drink of wine not even glancing at her.

          “Nothing is going to relax me. You aren’t what I want.” He said coldly. “Hardly a snack for the appetite I possess.” He took another drink from his glass leaning back into his pillows.

          “It’s that woman isn’t it.” The girl said a hint of jealousy in that voice. “The wife of the Admiral.” A pout appeared on her face a spark of irritation and frustration of her own. “What has she got that I haven’t? What can she do that I can’t? I’m a woman, same as her. I can do more for you then she ever could.” She said moving her hand up his thigh in a slow teasing manner intending to show him exactly what she could do. However Beckett grabbed her wrist and squeezed it before raising his head and looking at her.

          “She has class, and pride. Not to mention a level of intelligence I could never expect you to even hope to grasp in your miserable existence. You might have the ability to turn tricks that would make even the most skilled of prostitutes stand and take notice . . . but she’s got something that you could never have.”

            The woman felt very insulted and looked at Lord Beckett, “What’s that?” She said balling her hand in a fist so the way he held her wrist wouldn’t hurt her so much.

          “Hellfire.” His eyes strayed away from the woman slightly as he could remember the taste of Bonnie’s lips and the feel of her skin. “I could see it in her eyes, feel it whenever I’m near her. It shows in that strawberry red hair of hers . . . . fire . . . untamable spirit. The sort that burns into a mans very soul until he can stand it no more. Until he must have it . . . he must possess it . . . and claim it as his own.”

          “Her husband might have a thing or two to say about that.” The woman said irritated that he was talking about another woman as though she meant nothing and wasn’t even there and jerked her arm away. Beckett smirked slightly. As if he even carried about James Norrington who was somewhere in the Caribbean leagues away from port, he was hardly a threat now. Bonnie was here with him, and Norrington was far away.

          “If you’re not going to sleep then I think it’s time you left. My charity only extends so far.” Beckett said not even turning an eye towards the girl. The woman instantly became quiet and sighed shaking her head. “I may not be done with you yet, but I’ve no use for you at this moment. Be quiet and rest or leave.” He said sternly. The woman looked at him for another moment before she rolled over pulling a cover over her and falling silent. Beckett took a sip of his drink and went back to looking at his ring lost in thought.

Ultimatums

            Bonnie sat in Cutlers office waiting for him to come in. He had been making her wait a long time now and she was growing tired of it. Finally he walked in carrying a chart or map of some sort looking it over. “Oh, I’m sorry Mistress Norrington about the delay. Business matters do come up, since this is a place of business.” He said placing the document on his desk.

            Bonnie stood from her seat and walked up to the desk quickly, “Lord Beckett, James is long over due to come home. The original charter was supposed to end two months ago. Where is he?” She asked.

          “His orders have been extended. He’s still on a mission and will remain so until otherwise notified.” Bonnie frowned at this news and looked at Beckett.

          “Why? For how long!?” She exclaimed.

          “Because I said so, and at this moment . . . indefinitely.” He said taking out his quill and writing down a few notes to correct a mistake he found on a document. Bonnie felt her heart fall on her chest and her knees weaken.

          “Indefinitely? You can’t do that! He must be allowed to come home, he must! That isn’t fair!” She said becoming more upset as the moments passed.

          “Mistress Norrington.” Beckett said raising his voice to quiet her. Bonnie took a breath and looked at him a moment still extremely distraught. Cutler put down his quill and stood from his desk. “You’ll be surprised at what I can do if I so choose to do it. Your husband works for me. The fleet is my fleet, and the Caribbean . . . well is mine as well.” He leaned against the desk. “Now, if you want your husband back so badly I can bring him back. I can make sure that he puts in to port and goes about his duties here for nearly a full year except in emergencies. All of his missions will be close to port so that he would be gone no more then a few days and be back home to your arms before the weeks end.”

            Bonnie looked at him quietly as he explained just how much power he had to her. Beckett looked into her eyes, “You know the price of his returning home. I can see that he is back within the month as soon as you see to the cost.” He said sharply. Bonnie’s knees started to buckle and she though she could faint at any time without being able to draw a breath as he spoke to her. She started to shake her head no. Beckett just shrugged his shoulders. “Alright. I’m sure that you and James are excellent Pen pals, and shall have no trouble spending the rest of your marriage as such. Send him my regards in your next post.” Turning he started to walk back around his desk.

          “You can’t!” She cried. “You can’t do this to us!” Tears filled her eyes. “It’s not right! It’s not RIGHT!!!”

          “Right or wrong has nothing to do with it. I hold the door to what you want, and you have the key. All you need to do is use it and you shall have what you want. It’s very simple really. I couldn’t be simpler. The only thing standing in your way is your selfish stubbornness.” Bonnie raised her hand to her mouth and shook her head as tears fell from her eyes. Beckett walked closer when she turned away. “I understand that there has been more pirate activities near James area. Battles and scrimmages. The longer that he is out there . . . the more chance there is of his getting killed.” Bonnie closed her eyes biting her lip as her hand covered her face. “You know you could save him. You could bring him back so easily. I could send for him and he would be on his way back to you in just a few days.”

            Swallowing the lump in her throat, Bonnie’s tears started to stop a little as her hand slowly moved away from her face and she starred at the floor. Beckett smiled seeing that he had finally gotten into her mind enough to make her realize that she was the one who had the power to bring him home. By the look in her eye, he could tell that she was ready to do something to secure James passage.

          “Dinner tonight at 6.” He said with a small smile.

Faustian Deals

            Beckett walked with Bonnie to the parlor while the table was being cleared, “I hope you’re feeling well Bonnie. You hardly touched your dinner. Perhaps still feeling ill from your ordeal.” He suggested.

          “Perhaps it was the company I keep.” She said not even daring to be cordial. Beckett glanced at her slightly closing the doors behind them as she moved towards the window looking out at the night sky. They could hear a bell on one of the ships sounding the change of the night watch. “What now.” She asked.

          “Hmmm?” He said walking a bit closer to her. “What do you mean?”

          “You win. I want James to come home, and you are the only one who can bring him back.” She turned around and looked at him, a piercing glare directly to his eyes. “Shall I hoist my skirts now . . . or would you prefer to do it yourself.”

            Beckett looked at her hardly expecting her to be so forward. “You know it doesn’t have to be that way Bonnie. I would prefer it not to be.” He stepped a bit closer to her, “Why not make it an enjoyable experience for both of us? Why suffer through our intimacy when it’s not necessary . . . when I could pleasure you beyond your wildest imaginations.”

            Bonnie clinched her jaw and narrowed her eyes. “Take what you want, and then bring my husband home.” She said bluntly, letting him know exactly why she was there. That it was the only reason why she was there. That she hated him and wouldn’t be anywhere near him, but she wanted James home.

            Beckett looked at her and could see she was going to be stubborn. Sighing slightly he reached up and ran his fingertips along her jaw line ever so softly. “As you wish.”
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