Denial, Chapter 55: Unto us A Child is Given
Title: Denial, Chapter 55: Unto us A Child is Given
Author: darkentwisted
Characters/Pairings: Will, Djaq
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, Het
Words: 844
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; we just want to play in their universe
Notes: Takes place between 2x12 and 2x13. Beta'ed by robinfanatic and wastingyourgum
Summary: After a long absence the story continues. This was intended as a Christmas fic but RL and Intercomm had other ideas. Enjoy the belated gift.
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The knife shaved away slivers of the hard wood silently as his skilled hands felt the shape he was carving in the darkness more than his eyes saw it. The rhythm of the waves had become more than familiar as his blade moved in time with them to shape the wood. He looked over at his sleeping bride as she suddenly stirred. He put down his work and turned to the real object of his affection.
Will's long fingers danced over Djaq's supple brown skin as she smiled. He whispered softly, "are you sleeping?"
"With you doing that? No, I'm not," his lover cooed back.
The young carpenter smiled as she turned to face him and placed her small, dark head upon his pale bare chest. "How far are we going on this thing?" he asked.
"To Acre. We are still days away."
His brow furrowed. "I never dreamed I would travel so far over water."
"You are not frightened, are you?" Djaq smiled.
"Are you?"
"The first time I was terrified. I did not know if I would ever see my homeland again or if I would survive once the journey ended." She rose up on one arm, "Now I have you, Will Scarlett. I am not afraid."
The carpenter ran his finger down his new wife's nose. "Then I'm not either. As long as I have you I could march into hell itself." He reached down beside him and picked up the carving he had spent so many quiet moments on when she wasn't looking. "I made this for you."
Djaq held the small carving up to the dim light of the lantern and her breath caught in her throat. She marveled at the small figure of a baby in a cradle and blinked back tears, "How did you know?" she whispered.
"Know what?" Will replied in surprise. "It's the baby Jesus. He was a carpenter like me." He examined her face in the dark, puzzled by the mixed emotions that he saw. "I know Christmas is a holiday your people don't celebrate but my dad carved the baby Jesus in a manger for my mum their first Christmas together. I thought I would do the same for you." His eyes welled up. "By the time we lost her, she had a whole nativity set. One winter, we got so cold and ran out of wood. Dad had to burn them to keep us from freezing. All except for Jesus." Will's lips trembled at the bitter memory, "He said...he said, 'freeze to death or not, we could never burn the baby Jesus or Mum would come back to haunt us.'" Will was alone in thought for a second then his eyes went wide. "Why did you ask if I knew?" Realization flashed across his face. "Djaq are you...?"
"I'm not sure...I think so. Please tell me you are glad." She was almost on the verge of tears herself.
Will's voice softened as he embraced her. "You are having my baby, how could I be anything else?"
Djaq sobered as she listened to Will's heart beating against her ear. Her eyes misted, "Your heart beats so strong, Will Scarlett. She leaned up and caught his pale green eyes in her rich deep brown ones. "I hope our son is as strong as you are."
"Whatever it is I'm sure it will get it's strength from its mum."
Djaq showed true fear for the first time. "Robin will make me leave the gang."
"No he won't," Will reasoned. "He doesn't have to know right now," Will consoled. "But we will have to tell him eventually."
"But not now," Djaq pleaded.
Will calmed his lover with a kiss. "When you are ready we will tell them...all of them." He beamed at the thought. "A baby!"
"Keep smiling like that and it won't be a secret long, Will Scarlett!" Djaq admonished.
"What will we call it?"
"It's too soon to name it yet, my love," Djaq smiled as his strong hands encircled her belly. She smiled suddenly, "I have been thinking, if it's a boy, we will name it Dan, after your father."
Will frowned slightly. "What if it's a girl?"
"We will name her Jane."
Will's eyes glistened again at the thought of his self-sacrificing, late mother. "I wish she could have met you, Dj...Safiyya."
The Saracen girl beamed at the sound of her real name. "I would have been honoured to meet your mother."
"And I your brother," Will smiled. "If it is a boy, we will call him Daniel Djaq Scarlett."
Djaq shed a single tear of joy. "A strong name to honour two strong men."
"Safiyya Jane if its a girl." Will smiled, "She should have a strong name to honour two strong women too."
Djaq turned, took her lover's face in her hands and kissed him. "Whatever it is, I will love it because it is a part of you. I love you, my husband."
"And I love you, my wife."
More Will/Djaq fluff and angst here in chapter 56!