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"Legerdemain," PG-13, Tia/Will, Jack/Will, for viva_gloria. [Dec. 31st, 2006|05:18 pm]
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Title: Legerdemain
Author/Artist: Anonymous Secret Santa
Recipient viva_gloria
Pairing: UST of Tia/Will and Jack/Will
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A missing scene from DMC
Warnings: Don’t flog me for my Tia-speak
Disclaimer: Property of Disney, Buena Vista, Bruckheimer, and all those whose souls are financially held by the preceding. I’m just playing with them.
Author's Note: Thanks to my betas; they know who they are and I’ll list them when I can post openly



“Wait.” Both men stopped at the same instant, turning almost as one. “I’ve no’ seen your hand, William.”

The blacksmith exchanged a glance with the pirate next to him, who only shrugged one shoulder in nonchalance. She knew his mind better than that, and concentrated instead on Turner. “I trust you no black spot ta hide.” To her satisfaction, Sparrow winced. Turner only offered his hand in return, eyebrows drawn as if wondering what in Cronus was going on.

Trapping the large, calloused hand between hers, Tia Dalma drew closer and gently pried his long fingers apart before stroking the tip of her middle finger down his, sweeping his palm toward his wrist, lightly. “Dis de strongest part of your hand,” she murmured, tapping the heel. “Known as de will.” She emphasized the last word and was rewarded with a shy half-smile that set off Turner’s youthful beauty.

“I think we’ve paid for ‘nough,” chirped Sparrow, and she pointedly ignored him, returning Turner’s smile. Valuable, that – when she pulled at the younger man, the older bristled and responded, like a puppet-by-proxy.

“And what,” the young man answered, also apparently ignoring his temporary captain, “is my will?”

Oh, cleverer than she’d imagined! By the expression on Sparrow’s face, he hadn’t given the lad much credit, either. She pitied him; it was a shame to want to fuck someone you didn’t fully respect. “Why, ta save de fair governor’s daughter, of course.”

“Of course,” Turner repeated, low and husky. He blinked, lucidity shifting in his brown eyes.

“Ostensibly.”

“Course he wants to help th’ strumpet,” Sparrow put in. “’S the bloody boy’s whole reason for bein’.” He was standing closer now, almost defensively, and Tia Dalma let her fingertips play with Turner’s palm, tracing lifeline, heartline, and the line she knew led straight to every man’s yard. Turner gasped softly, and Sparrow bristled. Beautiful!

“Yes.” Turner nodded in agreement. She could tell his reason was warring with lust and a need for reassurance from anyone, even her. “Do you see … success?”

Quite single-minded, this one; no wonder Sparrow was frustrated. “Le’s have a closer look.” She lifted his hand reverently, cutting her eyes to Jack. “Hand me de small green bottle,” she commanded quietly.

“What bottle?”

“The one on de table next to de vial you stole.”

To his credit, Sparrow didn’t bother denying or even flinching. In a smooth flounce, he turned and paced the few steps, returning presently to hold it just out of her reach. “I don’ see how this is at all helpful,” he faintly sneered.

“Fine.” She nodded once. “Le’ me have de compass.” His eyes widened reflexively, and she just managed not to laugh. She knew where it pointed for Sparrow, and she knew where he thought it tried to point, and she was pretty sure he wasn’t aware they were two destinations. Except, by the look on his face, maybe he was; a pretty, starstruck girl, after all, was easier to use as a prop for his virility than a surly fellow half his age twitching with resentment and not inclined toward manipulation. Tia Dalma snapped her fingers once, and Sparrow handed her the bottle as if he’d planned to all along, charming smile and shuttered eyes.

Uncapping it, she poured a drop of oil into the direct center of Turner’s palm, then handed the bottle back, not even looking to see that Sparrow took it. Dipping the tip of her middle finger, she traced the deep groove to his wrist, then back up into the middle of his own center finger. The trail of oil glistened in the low candlelight, and she felt the man’s pulse kick higher as it released a faint scent of patchouli and rose, earthy and elegant all in one go. There was a reason she’d chosen this one for Turner, just as there was a reason she’d chosen this method for Turner – it was unlikely he’d know to see through her amateur voodoo. She had no more need for palmistry than a ship did for land, to divine these mortals’ thoughts, especially those as raw as the blacksmith’s.

“Hm,” she mumbled, frowning. A sigh to her right told her Sparrow wasn’t buying her act, but he remained otherwise silent. She knew how to fix him, and he wasn’t likely to forget it. Turner watched avidly despite himself, waiting for any hint of news about his ladylove. “I feel … you endure great trial before you see her ‘gain.” Not unlike Heracles, that rash bastard. “She is safe, for now.”

“Because of her father?” The naked hope betrayed Turner’s skepticism, revealing too much youth.

“She not with him.” Before he asked more, she stroked the line of oiled skin again, holding his eyes with her own, and his pupils dilated as he fell incurious. Any guilt she might’ve felt immediately flashed into amusement at Sparrow’s increasing agitation. She wasn’t sure if he was merely envious or genuinely worried for Turner under her ministrations. That’s interesting, in the pirate’s own words.

Tia Dalma cocked her head at Sparrow. “Your right hand,” she requested, extending oil-tipped fingers. He hesitated, but presented, and she tugged him closer, facing her and Turner’s sides. Their bodies all nearly touched, and the local temperature notched up.

Lifting each hand she cradled, she pressed them together, heel to heel, small fingers to thumbs. She laced her own through theirs, joining all four hands warmly, and stroked the backs of their hands. “No falsehood shoul’ destroy dis partnership,” she intoned.

“Partnership?” Turner had other ideas, contempt for Sparrow cleanly in his features. At the same instant, Sparrow exclaimed, “Falsehood?”

“I don’t stutter.” She squeezed their hands tighter, forcing their fingers to twine. “De both of you lie, but need far too much for it to put dis asunder.” Releasing their hands, she petted the backs of them lightly, willing the blood to rush skin-to-skin between the men. “Say it,” she commanded.

Sparrow glared at her while Turner glared at him. “Aye, whatever,” he shrugged.

“I’ll do whatever is required to find Elizabeth’s freedom.”

She rolled her eyes. “To each uder,” she directed. “It not kill you … it might if you don’t.”

Balking like two rams in spring, the men looked back to one another. “All right,” Turner said. “But no more lies, Jack.”

“Upon me word, mate.” He winced, baring a few teeth, as she saw the muscles in Turner’s hand tighten on Sparrow’s fingers. “Now, Will-“

“Your word isn’t worth much. I know bloody well there’s more to that key than you’re telling, but I also knew it wouldn’t do me any favors to ask, since I doubt I’d have gotten a straight answer anyway.”

“Just as you told me th’ truth ‘bout who gets my compass?”

Sparrow said nothing more, openly glowering at Turner, and Tia Dalma nearly averted her eyes for privacy. Enmity was more personal between these two than sex or brotherhood, and she wondered what sliver of soul had been split between them at Creation. Awareness leaped between them for perhaps the first time in this life, and both relaxed into feral smiles, their grip loosening. She knew, then, it was to be competition – the form it took didn’t matter, only the victor.

“Go on, den,” she advised, gently. “May de seas be fair.” She spoke of judgment, not calm, and Jack alone understood as he gave her his first outwardly honest expression of the night: Fear.

For a moment, she saw that Turner recognized the look and, puzzled, opened his mouth as if to ask a question. Insecurity got the better of curiosity, though, and he clamped shut as he and Sparrow released each other’s fingers, wiping oil off on waistcoat and sash, respectively.

As Turner descended into the boat, Tia Dalma quietly said, “Jack.”

He turned sideways to regard her, jar of dirt under his right arm, and flashed her a gold tooth as part of his humorless smile. “Captain Jack Sparrow, darling,” he corrected.

She crossed her arms, silent again. He executed a flourish of a bow and mounted the ladder without a look back. Tia Dalma considered, as he bobbed out of sight, that Sparrow had lived by pride – and was already dead of it.

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[User Picture]From: penknife
2007-01-01 02:18 pm (UTC)
Interesting! I like the look here at the competitiveness between Jack and Will.
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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-03 05:53 am (UTC)
I think they're very competitive, and we're going to see some sort of culmination of it in AWE (though I'd rather it had to do with whatever enmity has been between them since the very beginning, and not to fight like to bull deer over Elizabeth).

Thanks for reading!
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[User Picture]From: jenna_thorn
2007-01-01 03:15 pm (UTC)
I love the atmosphere and her using the trappings of voudon to disguise her own, innate abilities.

This was great fun. Thank you to both the writer and the prompt that inspired it.
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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-03 05:56 am (UTC)
I appeciate you reading and leaving detailed feedback about it. Thanks!
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[User Picture]From: january_snow
2007-01-02 02:46 am (UTC)
Really liked this, clever dynamics as well as language.
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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-03 05:50 am (UTC)
Thanks for reading and letting me know what you liked about it!
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From: pir8fancier
2007-01-03 05:27 am (UTC)
Yay! I really like what you did with this. Fleshed it out a wee bit more. Off to rec!
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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-03 05:46 am (UTC)
Sometimes all I need is a kick to the head or a pat on the back to properly finish something. Glad you chose the latter. :-P
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[User Picture]From: geekmama
2007-01-03 05:30 am (UTC)
Enmity was more personal between these two than sex or brotherhood, and she wondered what sliver of soul had been split between them at Creation.

That really does seem to express the mood that exists between them in that scene. They've come a long way from the last scene in CotBP where they seemed in such accord. It'll be interesting to see where they end up in AWE.

Very nicely done! And I really liked your Tia Dalma, too.
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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-03 05:40 am (UTC)
I for one hope they get along again by the end of AWE. Yeah, it's a happy ending, but I don't care, I like those. *G*

Thanks for the vote of confidence, since coming from you it means a lot.
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[User Picture]From: starrdust411
2007-01-03 05:34 am (UTC)
Okay, I'm going to once again play the part of the retard: what does UST mean?

I'm really starting to like the idea of Tia/Will. I don't know if they'll make a good couple in the conventional sense, but the sex will be hot. XD
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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-03 05:39 am (UTC)
UST is Unesolved Sexual Tension. (Admitted ignorance is never shameful. We all have to learn Netspeak at our own pace. :-P )

I don't think they'd work as a long-term couple. But the idea of them short-term makes ME pant and drool. *G* Thanks for reading yet another of my shots in the dark!
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[User Picture]From: klear0bsession
2007-01-03 06:00 am (UTC)
Oh, that was quite nice. Could cut the tension with a knife! I love the use of Tia Dalma here, (and in the movie) she adds such a great element, and there is so much you can do with her :) It doesn't hurt that she is probably the smartest character in the POTC universe, without even counting intuition and power.
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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-04 03:10 am (UTC)
*mumbles incoherently about LJ eating the comment*

Much as it pains me to admit Ted and Terry can do something right (I'm mostly j/k *G*), the creation of Tia Dalma was genius. I don't know how much is them and how much is Naomie Harris, but the fact she is at least on par with Jack Sparrow as a character is a testament to the actress.

I'm glad you liked the tension - it just makes sense. I don't doubt that Tia and Jack had a thing going at one time, and I think they could be sexual with each other again, but I don't think it would be as *personal* as either would be with Will, sexually. Thanks for reading this.
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[User Picture]From: venusinchains
2007-01-03 07:04 am (UTC)
I'm way too tired for a genuine review, but I love it. Here are my random thoughts...

I love the reference to "every man's yard" (I'm a geek that way).

Hand!sex. And it's Tia/Will! And Jack/Tia/Will!

Too many years of Star Trek fic makes me wonder if Tia is binding them somehow. :-p

"...both relaxed into feral smiles, their grip loosening. She knew, then, it was to be competition..." This is sounding like a prelim for BDSM... *toothy grin*

Thank you!
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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-04 03:03 am (UTC)
Hand!sex

The simple act of using one's fingers to discern a surface, when properly applied, can be more intimate than the dirtiest, sweatiest sex act imagineable. I don't write it nearly enough, and there are lots of writers who do it better, regularly. *sigh*

I have to say, I'm not sure how close I can get to BDSM simply because I don't normally have a kink for it. But who knows, at some point I might attempt a little restraint for the heck of it. Just for you. *G*

Thanks for reading!
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[User Picture]From: viva_gloria
2007-01-03 08:45 am (UTC)
OMG! So sorry to've come so late to this -- I'm only online from work at the moment, and I needed a quiet moment to check fic. But this is gorgeous! I love your Sparrow, so unembarrassed about his larceny: and Tia Dalma is just spot on. Oh, she knows what's going on in everyone's head (and other parts of 'em). And Will is tough and angry, not the wilting violet of some fic -- which is such a relief, because I reckon he's every bit as mean as Sparrow underneath the pretty exterior.
And the hands!!!! Please tell me there is a sequel with plenty more touching?
And I utterly adore that last line about Jack living by pride. Oooh yes.

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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-04 03:00 am (UTC)
There is a sequel ... and I'd say there's some touching in it, yeppers. *G* (If you page down on the comments here, I posted a link to it.)

I'm glad I volunteered to write and that your prompt gave me the excuse I'd been looking for to take a crack at this particular trio. I didn't consciously avoid T/J (because for all that they're in this together, they're not really *into* each other) - they just didn't want to write themselves together so much as struggling to possess Will. If that makes sense ...

At any rate, I'm glad you liked it, since you're responsible for this and its sequel (and any others to come from it). *points finger* Yep, all your fault.
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[User Picture]From: vejiicakes
2007-01-03 09:14 am (UTC)
You there! You! You are singlehandedly responsible for making me hot for Tia/Will. And Tia/Jack/Will. You're an evil, evil wicked person, bless your heart. There's so much, just.. coiling and writhing beneath the surface here, in so many ways, and that's astounding in a hard punch to the gut, OMG HOT sort of way ^_^
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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-04 02:57 am (UTC)
I like how in the South, you also know when someone's going to rip into someone else when they preface it with "Bless his/her heart ..." or "God love him/her ..."

I'll take it as a compliment. >:-D

I'm glad you liked it. Now by leaving feedback, you're agreeing that you are commissioned to illustrate this, you do understand that, correct?
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[User Picture]From: abrabacon_trask
2007-01-03 02:20 pm (UTC)
Oooh *shiver*. LOVED it! The mutual dishonesty and distrust between these two (in the face of obvious competitive chemistry - srsly, when are they just gonna whip 'em out and measure?) is always the thing I'm wishing canon would address out in the open - thanks for treating it so brilliantly here!
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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-04 02:54 am (UTC)
srsly, when are they just gonna whip 'em out and measure?

Maybe that's in the long-awaited "POTC 1.5: Ass Pirates of the Caribbean"? *BG*

Oh, but it's so delicious when canon DOESN'T openly acknowledge such as this. And what would I have to do with my free nights but twiddle my thumbs? *bats eyes* Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-03 05:19 pm (UTC)
Since I can't edit this post myself, if anyone gets this far, you can find a sort-of sequel to this story at my journal, too.
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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-04 02:52 am (UTC)
Perviness abounds even in het form. *smirks, then ducks*

(Thanks!)
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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-04 02:51 am (UTC)
I couldn't write a decent review ... well, if my LIFE depended on it, maybe. But I'm not good at it, either. Thanks for commenting!
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From: herm42
2007-01-04 01:38 am (UTC)
this is fantastic! very very very well done. came here by the rec of veronica_rich. jsyk
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[User Picture]From: veronica_rich
2007-01-04 02:51 am (UTC)
I appreciate you taking the time to read and review.

(And I know how you got here. You're a perv, too!)
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