slowmercury (slowmercury) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2012-10-14 22:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2012 back by popular demand challenge, author: slowmercury, crossover: narnia/potc/tdir, pairing: susan/will stanton/will turner |
The Last Ones Left (TDIR/Narnia/PotC, Susan Pevensie/Will Stanton/William Turner)
Title: The Last Ones Left
Author: SlowMercury
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia, The Dark Is Rising, Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing/characters: Wills S & T/Susan Pevensie
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, really -- this is more of a friendship threesome than a sexy one, although I guess it could be a sexy one too
Summary: They're actually a lot alike, Will Stanton, William Turner and Susan Pevensie.
Prompt: William Stanton/Turner and Susan Pevensie, in a threesome with any other character from your list.
A/N: Will S is 19 physically but has all the compressed centuries experience of an Old One; Susan is in her fifties on Earth after having reached her late 30s in Narnia, but she appears in her 20s; Will T is approximately 250, but hasn’t aged since his death and is no longer cursed to stay at sea all the time.
A/N2: I know this is late, but it's still October 14th somewhere. Probably.
Will Stanton met Susan Pevensie once during the War of Dark and Light.
He’d been an Old One long enough to have settled into the role a bit, but not long enough to have completely mastered it. Even so, Will saw Susan on two levels – on the surface, she was simply a young, dauntingly beautiful woman. Underneath that, she felt older than her physical appearance would suggest, and her bearing carried a subtle authority which Will found himself deferring to almost unconsciously. She seemed both Light and Wild, to him. Will hadn’t spoken to her directly; he had been attending on Merriman, so Merriman had done all their negotiating.
Susan sat framed behind a regal desk of apple wood. Her smile had been beautiful and warm, but remote. She had listened politely to Merriman’s request for aid, then frowned and said that she no longer qualified as a fighter; something in her tone discouraged further questioning. She had, however, provided information concerning the whereabouts of several powerful artifacts – including the Holy Grail – which proved pivotal in the Light winning the War.
Will had been glad, then, that he had Merriman to do the talking. He had found her intimidating.
Will didn’t have Merriman anymore. He didn’t have a king, or friends who shared his memories. He was alone now, the Last of the Old Ones. Enough years had passed that the knowledge no longer surprised him when he recalled it at odd moments, but not enough years for the knowledge to stop hurting. Will didn’t think it ever would.
When Will was 19, he ran into Susan again in a grocery store. She still looked impossibly young, but this time Susan’s air of gravitas comforted Will instead of overawing him.
“Hello, Wiseman Will Stanton,” Susan said.
“Hello, Your Majesty,” Will replied, and felt a sudden stab of grief and loneliness.
Susan saw it, so she took him home and installed him on her couch. She didn’t say anything, but somehow the quality of her silence told Will that she understood viscerally what it was like to be the last one, the one left behind.
I am sorry, her silence said, for your loss.
It hurts, Will’s replied.
I know, she said.
They sat without speaking for hours.
Being around someone he didn’t have to pretend for, someone who understood, was an immense relief, so Will returned to Susan’s house whenever his schedule permitted it. She always let him in without comment, and Will recognized that sometimes she was as relieved to see him as he was to see her. The day she replaced her couch with a pull out bed, Will’s belongings began a gradual migration into her home. Will did the cooking, Susan did the shopping, and they split the washing up. Eventually, it was simpler to just admit that Will had moved in.
The pain didn’t go away, but Will hadn’t expected it to. It was just easier to carry on with Susan around. Will knew Susan felt the same way about him.
The Light might have defeated the Dark, but Will still had duties as the Last of the Old Ones. One of them was mediating between the different branches of Wild Magic. This time, Will had to referee an argument between the Sea, represented by Davy Jones’ successor, and a minor Huntsman from Underhill.
After the discussion ended, Will was drawn to the Sea’s spokesman, William Turner. Although nothing had shown on the other man’s face, the expression lurking in the back of William’s eyes was one that Will knew intimately from the inside and, on very bad days, from the back of Susan’s eyes. This was another person who’d lost the people he loved, who’d had to stay while everyone else went on.
When William turned to face him, Will smiled, soft and rueful, and offered, “Why don’t you come home with me for a while?”