Title: Curse of the Shattered Scepter
Author: Yon Kokoro
Fandom: Pirates of The Caribbean; Highlander
Pairing: Jack/Will; Elizabeth/Commodore; Anna/Male; Male/Male to list specifics would spoil the fun! let's just say that this doesn't come close to mary-sue! no original characters except the sprog(s heh I'm a tease)!
Summary: What if Immortals were real? What if Aztec gold wasn't the only cursed Item Jack and Will have a run-in with? What if even the Immortal captain of the Black Pearl can't save himself from this curse… and more over, what if he doesn't want to?
Archive: None at the moment, this is a rough draft run, but I want to keep writing and posting as I go… will likely have to revise once finished!
Rating: PG-13 most parts, NC-17 for smut in some.
Parts: At least 10
Status: Free-fall, open to suggestions/corrections, only have broad over-veiw and some scenes.
Series/Sequel: … God I hope not… or so… depends on if I manage to avoid burnout.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my Jack-clone! PotC belongs to Disney and co… that's right they belong to the mouse… SqueekSqueek! (translated for mouse owned lawyers: Don't hurt me! I'm barely making ends meet as it stands!)
Author notes: Set 3 years after PotC:CotBP, ignores the second movie. I also Have kept only the base of Methos and the highlander rules from the show. AU and Timeline what Timeline for *both* fandoms.
Warnings for this fic: Mpreg, Xover, AU, Waff, Angst, Character death (minor, maaaaaybe major), Fluff, Sex, Romance, Male/male, Female/Male (our dear Liza has married as her father had wanted), Babies, and an insane author who will babble before and after every fic and beg beta or review as she is a lazy bum who feels her writing is sub-par.

Will sits looking at a rusty box setting on his desk, his hands rough and cut as he fiddles with rough iron tools and nicer smaller picks and bits, trying to get the rusted shut and intricately designed iron lockbox open. He tries getting the tumblers to click in the extremely complex lock the likes of which he hasn't seen before, it's craftsmanship superb. He fiddles, twisting the lock picks and trying to get the tools he'd made along the almost non-existent seam and in the slowly greasing and cleaning lock, having first tried getting as much of the salt-water-caused rust off to see it better...not that it had helped much.

His thoughts focused on getting the box open, but not so much he doesn't hear the door creak open, Jack sticking his head through, as Will cocks his head to the side a bit looking at Jack and then going back to the box. Jack walks in closing the door behind him and moving behind Will as he continues to fiddle with the box, his hands resting on the chair as he leans over Will's right shoulder to get a better look.

"Going? Or is it giving you more grief?"

"It's going… I can't quite get it, and as we don't know what's in it we can't just hack into it…Damn! That's the second time my pick has jammed… I wish I could meet the man who built this…" Jack chuckled and looked at Will from up close, taunting a bit his eyes innocent and wicked in the same look as he breathed, "Now would that be to ask him how he made it or to gut him for making it?"

Will looked mock angry and mock glared at Jack before answering, "both, Naturally!" then laughed and kissed Jack, before focusing back on the box, his hands working feverishly as he felt the tumblers fall into place with a sharp jerk, all the oil and work he'd put into this… one edge of a small crow-bar, and two other levers he shoved into the now 7 paper thick seam, as he pushed and moved the pieces, finally poping the lid open a bit, crowing.

"HA! Being a blacksmith and a pirate makes for a damn good locksmith for liberated goods!" Jack beamed back clapping Will on the back as he hugged him, before teasing, "Finally, I thought I'd never pull you from this desk! Now, lets see what's in this box, hmm?" his hands ruffling and smoothing, both obviously excited to see what the small merchant ship had found so important to lock this up inside 2 other containers…

The lid slowly pops open, the flakes of rust drifting and falling, as Will's hand proudly, yet devoutly lifted the lid all the way and both the men gasped in awe. Nestled in the box, surrounded by soft, tattered cloth of an impossibly fine weave sat what looked to be pieces of a shattered scepter. A magnificently carved crystal scepter.

The head of the scepter was a large plump figure with swirls and triangles and inter-woven spirals and bumps along the un-shattered lengths. The largest chunk was the plump, semi-androgynous figure with wide hips but a smooth broad chest and a plump cast to the whole thing… wavy lines and swirls showed hair past it's shoulders, but even more striking was the coloration of the entire scepter… it was like it was originally a single large flawless crystal, carved and smoothed… yet shattered… from the inside almost.

Running through most of the shards and all seen clearest in the large figure were shoots of vibrant color in the core of the crystal, Deepest blue, through brilliant orange, shoots of black and cream woven over the pattern… stretching just beyond on both sides, as if missing part of it's pattern. They couldn't hear it but the crystal was whispering to them… humming and singing on a purely mental level…

A feeling of total awe swept over both men, staring transfixed at this obviously ancient artifact. Will had never seen anything like it, and Jack was struck by its beauty and power, as he saw it he couldn't help being vaguely reminded of something from a long, long time ago…

Will broke the silence, his hand reaching out and softly lifting the figure out of it's cloth cradle as he said' "Jack… Have you ever seen something so amazing, so beautiful and OWCH!" As he had been lifting and moving the figure in his cradled palms the figure had bobbed sharply, slicing his thumb wide at the inside knuckle and spilling blood, the piece dropping back to the table, as he hissed in pain, Jack grabbing his hand and examining the wound before sucking it into his mouth and sucking all the blood away, then holding it closed. He looked at Will with serious, worried eyes before letting his teasing persona drop back.

"Honorable men and stupid actions… what if it had been poisoned?? Hmm?"

"Then you, honorable man, would also be poisoned now." Will returned, his eyes now no longer filled with pain as he waited for Jacks response, his eyes smirking, yet also a bit worried… he had been… almost entranced by the figure, his eyes began to drift over to the floor then up at the pieces.

Jack's eyes widened as Will said that, as if he hadn't thought of himself as in danger… or as if he hadn't thought of being caught at not caring…then grinned. "True, but I remembered the possibilities, Luv" as he said that Will smiled back and darted in to kiss Jack, he always made him want to kiss him and strangle him… his eyes telling how much of both…

Jack grinned again and saw that the wound wouldn't start gushing again soon, and then looked down to the figure on the ground, something odd catching his attention. "Hmmm odd…" He bent to pick it up examining it as he grabbed it, keeping away from the sharp edges… his eyes widening as he saw the inside, the reds had filled in in the rainbow!

"oh shi-IT!" His last bit was a cut-off howl as the figure slid in his hand, the jagged edge striking his thumb in the same place, as Will's eyes flew wide looking at the red streak in all the pieces and the fresh blood… and sparks… no…. lightening racing the violets that balanced just beyond the blues on the rainbows, making the cream and black strands seem to dance and writhe over the now finished spectrum… the lightening pouring out of the Jack's wound, making the figure glow even as Jack's face scrunched up and he swore in a muttered gasp.

The lightening danced building along the figure, arching to engulf and dance along the other shards as Jack looked like every muscle was clenched and tight, his face a ricktus of pain and pleasure, as he choked on a howl.

The lightening kept dancing until the entire room was alight with it's dance, before it arched from the now glowing brilliant blue shards to the still open wound on Will's hand. The last thing Will and Jack both saw as they collapsed onto the floor was the now ebony shards crash back into their case, as Will and Jack's wounds closed like they had happened years ago, faint scars now on both their hands…