The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

Why do you need me?

The two Heroes searched for a house that wasn't so decrepit. In the end, they stayed in a small two story house. They both rammed an aged bookcase in front of the surprisingly still attached door and gathered the rest of the furniture to build a small fire, upstairs. They didn't talk much, seeing as neither of them had anything to say to each other.

Unfortunately, the beds were too broken to use, so the dingy floor was their comfort.

The two skillful shooters sat by the fire across from each other. Reaver was becoming irritated at the aspect of sleeping on the hardwood floor with Sparrow most likely on the other side of the house. It was infuriating that she would not fall for his charm while any other woman would pay him to jump into his bed. Why was she any different?

Sparrow shivered hard. The nights were even colder than the day if that were truly possible. Reaver noticed her movements causing a smirk to spread across his face.

'You seem so cold, Sparrow. I suggest we cuddle together for warmth through this bitter night."

The Hero considered the idea for a minute causing Reaver's grin to twitch down into a frown.

"Fine," she decided quietly.

"Pardon?" Reaver questioned. He thought she was just going to ignore him.

"I said okay but only because I really am cold... And no funny business or I will cut your perfect skin."

The Pirate grinned again as his ego rose. He knew he was perfect but he still rejoiced from the words coming from her lips.

Sparrow groaned again when she saw his smirk. Like his ego needed to be any bigger. In his shoes, the Hero would hate herself.

As much as the floor let her, the little bird got into a comfortable sleeping position with her back to the fire.

After a few minutes, Reaver's feet shuffled over to her. Then when a few more seconds passed, he closely laid behind Sparrow.

Our Hero fell asleep swiftly with the added warmth behind her. Our Pirate took it a step further by wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

Reaver delighted in how their bodies felt pressed together. Now only if they were both naked, he could truly cherish this murky night.

His real plan crossed his muddled mind generating another frown on his charming face. Oddly enough, he felt slightly against his own idea... but that was ridiculous.

This little bird was not going to change who he has been for the last few hundred years. HIs identity... Reaver would never be changed.

With great difficulty, he drifted away into a non-peaceful sleep when what little light that could pass through the marsh hit the old house, Sparrow woke with a strange sensation on her neck.

Reaver's head was buried in her hair with his warm breath spilling against her exposed neck. While the Hero felt nervous being in such close proximity to the Pirate she also felt welcome. Cuddling did indeed keep her warm the night prior. Even her dreams weren't as terrible as the days before.

She shook off the feeling and tried the get out of his tight hold on her waist. His grip tightened as she moved, frustrating her.

"Why must you go, my dear Sparrow?" Reaver asked with a disappointed sigh.

"'Cause I'm ready to get off this foul floor and out of Wraithmarsh?"

"Are you that eager to get away from me? Do you really despise me so?" Reaver asked, releasing her and sitting up.

Sparrow sat upright, rubbing at the crick in her neck from sleeping on the floor. She analyzed Reaver's expression and noticed the slight hurt hiding in his eyes.

"No, I just wish to be out of this place. I loathe this Marsh. I'd almost rather be locked back in the Spire."

He stood up trying to stretch out his aching muscles.

"Then let us move on."

On this particular day in the slimy Marsh, the Banshees were extremely operative. The two Heroes couldn't get twenty feet without another hooded figure popping out of the fog. They made short work of them with their master skills though after many hours of straight fighting depleted their focus. Sparrow was just ready to fall into an embracing bed while Reaver considered stalling his plans until tomorrow, as he was also quite tired.

By the time they had reached the dreary town the Pirate loved so much, it was well into the night. Sparrow broke the silence.

"I assume you'll set sail in the morn'?"

"Yes. I rather fancy a good rest and light before we enter the cruel waters."

"You don't mind if I stay tonight, do you?"

"Oh by all means. I've gotten quite used to having you around. It would be disappointing if you left before you took a gander on my ship."

"Thanks," Sparrow smiled. "For everything."

"It's not goodbye yet, dear Sparrow."

The duo headed back to Reaver's Mansion, where the two planned on taking a well-needed rest. That was until the Pirate noticed something his little bird kept from him.

"Sparrow," he called out, as she began to limping towards her room. "You seem to have acquired a limp."

She stopped and sighed. The whole walk back to the Mansion, Sparrow had been hoping Reaver wouldn't notice.

"Come here," the Pirate beckoned.

The Hero obeyed.

"Now show me this wound of yours."

Sparrow grimaced, as she pulled down her dark blood covered pants, revealing the deep gash that was plaguing her.

"Why hadn't you told me about this?" Reaver asked, squinting his eyes in actual anger.

Sparrow didn't even understand why he would still care. She had helped him solve his immortality problem. What more could he want from her?

"I just didn't think it was relevant," she answered, eyes to the floor.

"Were you planning on bleeding to death on my floor?"

"No! I was going to take care of it after you fell asleep."

The Pirate actually shook with rage. The moment Sparrow began swaying, it diminished. Reaver caught his little bird before she had the unfortunate meeting with the floor.

He took her with his strong arms, but the motion rendered Sparrow unconscious.

"I will be very cross with you, darling Sparrow, if you die on me," Reaver said, as he began to carry her off.