Restless Soul

Rating: T... For now...

Summary: "I'll find a way to come back to ya, Jack…" she whispered fiercely through blood stained lips. "Even if it's in another lifetime…"

Author's Note: This story is going to have many twists and turns. Just follow along, and things will hopefully start to make sense. This isn't a kind of story where a fan goes back in time and drives Jack Sparrow insane. FAR from it! In this world, that movie never even existed. Now read and enjoy!

Chapter 1

Revelation in a Dream

"Love never dies a natural death..."--- Anais Nin

The living room was a disaster area. Ice cream cartons, cheeto bags, Pepsi cans, and a number of empty DVD cases littered the already filthy floor. Amid this unsightly mess was a mountain of dirty tissues sitting next to a zombie-like creature named Maggie. The young woman's face was pale and her eyes were red and puffy. She was clinging to a chocolate bar while her eyes and mind were captured with the movie playing before her. The room was dark, save for the flashing lights of the television, and this was just the way she wanted things. Maggie was a woman. And if anyone knows anything about women, they could tell you that Maggie was most certainly depressed. Thankfully, her dear friend Lauren had come to rescue her.

"Oh…my…god…" came the voice of Lauren Henderson from the now-open doorway.

"Hi," came a weak voice from within the dark cell.

Lauren sighed loudly and switched the light on. If she hadn't been so hell-bent on saving Maggie, she might have laughed at the sight of her friend writhing painfully about on the couch, trying to escape the dreadful light.

"Damn you!" she shrieked from between the couch cushions.

Lauren shut the door and carefully made her way through the mess that was Maggie's apartment. She picked up the remote control and paused Casablanca.

"Girl, you have got to get over this thing," she bluntly stated.

Maggie didn't reply, just kept her head buried in the couch.

"Danny was a jerk. You should be happy he's gone!" she offered.

There was a muffled noise coming from Maggie at this point.

"Wha--?"

" I said…. I know he was a jerk… I just wish it didn't have to end this way."

Lauren watched carefully as the death-like creature (formally known as Margaret Jones) sat up to address her properly. She really did look awful.

"Well, you should do something to take your mind off of him then… Instead of sitting around watching love stories."

Maggie just shrugged, eyeing the large stack of rented videos. Lauren followed her gaze and laughed. "How many more did you get?" she asked, walking over to take a peak. She flipped through the cases, reading them aloud, " Return to Me, My Fair Lady, A Walk to Remember, Ever After… wait… Kill Bill?"

Maggie nodded. " Yeah… I like to pretend Bill is Danny."

"Hey… that's not a bad idea, actually…"

Lauren set the movies down and turned to her friend.

"Look, you know I love you and I want to help you, right?"

Maggie smiled weakly. "I know, hun… I'm sorry I'm not taking this break-up very well…"

Lauren continued, "I talked to my dad, and he's getting us some tickets for the week. We're going on a cruise!"

Maggie's eyebrows furrowed. "A what?"

"A cruise! We're going to the Caribbean!" she squealed. Lauren then proceeded to bounce up and down in her seat, trying to express her enthusiasm. When her friend didn't return the gusto, she stopped. "Did you not hear me correctly or something?" she asked.

"No… I heard you… I just…" Her voice trailed off and her gaze grew distant.

"What? You busy this week or something?"

Maggie shook her head. "No… the water… I'm scared of it."

Lauren slapped her forehead. "Geez, girl! There is nothing to be worried about! We'll have a great time, I promise! Now I'm going to leave and make arrangements. You clean this place up and get packed! We're leaving tomorrow night!"

Without another word, Lauren left the apartment.

Maggie remained on the couch for a few more minutes, letting the words of her friend sink into her brain. "Cruise?" she asked softly. "Why not a road trip?"

She glanced around the room, noticing just how messy it was and groaned. Maybe she could put off cleaning until after she got back…

A grin spread over her lips as she un-paused the movie and nestled back into her comfy couch.

The next two days were very stressful for Maggie. Not only was she terrified of the water, she was terrified of flying as well, and their very turbulent flight to Puerto Rico did nothing to calm her already rattled nerves. It wasn't until they had reached the safeness of ground that she proceeded to kiss it.

A couple hours later, and they were at the loading dock, staring out at the vast blue sea before them.

"Isn't it just beautiful Mags?" Lauren asked breathlessly, setting her luggage down.

Maggie didn't respond. She was too enraptured by her surroundings. Something about this place, She thought. It's almost familiar…

Lauren broke her thoughts by placing a hand on Maggie's arm. "Are you ready to board?"

Margaret Jonesgave one last look towards the horizon and nodded. "Yeah… I guess so…"

A gunshot rattled the air as a single bullet traveled mercilessly towards the young man's body. A woman's scream pierced the air next, and her delicate form came between the bullet and its intended target. Moments passed, moments that seemed like ages. The culprit vanished, the young man ran towards her, and the earth seemingly stood still. A moment later, when the girl's body registered what had happened, she slumped forward, falling into the arms of the man she'd just saved.

"Sarah!" he yelled fiercely. "Ya bloody woman! Why the 'ell did ya do that?" He scooped her into his lap and surveyed the damage done to her. She didn't need to see her wound to know her time on Earth was quickly fading.

"Jack," she whispered, causing him to make eye contact with her. " I love you, Jack…"

The young Jack Sparrow felt tears rising to his eyes, he pressed a bloody flinger to her lips to silence her. "Sarah, luv, ye'll be alright… we'll get help… jist stay awake, luv---"

"I'll find a way to come back to ya, Jack…" she whispered fiercely through blood stained lips. "Even if it's in another lifetime…"

A soft smile twisted the ends of the young girls lips as she stared up into the dark eyes of her lover. Another moment passed, and the lights in her eyes were gone.

"Sarah?" The man lifted the woman's head. " Sarah!" He shook her hard and felt waves of pain rush over him. Another "Sarah!" sounded in the air before sobbing ensued.

Maggie's eyes popped open.

What the hell kind of dream was that?

She groaned, trying not to wake her friend on the other side of the room, and crawled out of bed. She stumbled towards the bathroom and turned on the light.

Damn lights… Why so bright all the time?

She shuffled her way over to the toilet but stopped when she got a glance of her reflection in the mirror. Her face paled as she neared the sink, staring intently at her face.

She slowly lifted a hand to her lips, confirming that what she saw was real. Maggie's lips were stained with blood.

A/N:

GASP! What could this MEAN! I hope there's a rocket scientist in the house!

Alright, I'll update again soon! Until then, my lovely readers, REVIEW!