Author's Note: This is my life with my muses. ;) Washie Demon is actually a very old and very loved friend. But she loves to play the villian in stories, there for, she gets to be the villian here. hugs to Washie I really hope you all enjoy this, cause I'm having fun writing this. Considering I've had a nasty writer's block for weeks...

Okay, when it comes to me and Sands...well, he's my primary muse as I call him. so yeah, there's love there. ;) (yes, Alexandra is my real name)

Disclaimer: I don't own any Johnny Depp character here. Not Fred Abberline, Not George Jung, Not Sheldon Jeffrey Sands, Not Jack Sparrow, Not Mort Rainy, Not Ichabod Crane, Not Dean Corso, Not Roux, Not Donnie Brasco, not Don Juan, Not Sam, Not Edward Scissorhands. They all belong to their respected creators and Johnny of course. ;) But they are, some of my most wonderful muses, who I love! hugs muses

Fred pushed the door open and made his way over to my bed... "Ello Darling.." But if I thought it was gonna stop there, I suddenly realized he wasn't alone. George came sauntering in behind and looked over Fred's shoulder.

"I don't think she's awake.."

Fred gave him a look. "Course she's awake, she's just ignoring you." I was awake, and I was TRYING to ignore BOTH of them. After having this very awful case of writer's block for weeks, I was hoping that if took a nap, something would come.

Because sometimes ideas would hit me in dreams or just as I'm drifting off to sleep.

George gave Fred a look(I could see this out of the slit of my eyes as I watched them)" Me, or YOU? "

Fred rolled his eyes. "Do the math. Oh wait, you can't, you're high again..."

"And you're not!" George growled

Fred gave him a sarcastic grin, that was pure sexy and I groaned silently. "I can hold my blow better then you."

George raised an eyebrow "Isn't that hold my liquour better?"

"You know what I mean."

George ignored him and looked back down at me. "She's not moving...You think she overdosed or something?"

" Is that all you think, Ally's not going to do that...I hope." Fred said, turning back to me.

"Maybe we should go get one of the othes..." He leaned in close to me, I could smell the liquor on his breath. "She doesn't look like she's breathing."

Fred now leaned close. I suppose they both had experince in the matters of over dose. George possibly MORE then Fred, but I knew Fred had his experinces with it. I've come upon him once or twice when he's been completely wasted on opimum and absinthe. But Absinthe CAN do that to a person...I know that myself. I myself am a fan of the emerald drink. "Ally darling... Ally...Alex..." He grew rather anxious that I hadn't answered him.. "ALEXANDRA!"

With a deep sigh I answered him "WHAT?"!

Fred and George both sighed in relief.

"We thought something might have happened..." Fred said with a big grin. I glared at him, .

"I was TRYING to take a nap" I covered head with the pillow."

George ploped on bed next to me. "But Ally..".

I sighed. "Ina sent you, didn't she?" I asked in reference to my best friend and writing partner.

Fred just gave me that to sexy sarcastic grin again. "'Course she did. We're not going with her, so, where else were we gonna go."

I grabbed Fred's tie, yanking him do, face to face and gave him a hard look. "GOOD, you can help out around here!" I kissed him on the cheek and watched with a slight grin as he wiped his cheek off. "Oh fun..."

George just grinned watching in that doped up sort of way I'd seen him in lately. With a sigh I climbed off my bed. "I'll catch you two later, stay out of trouble. K. I need to go find inspiration..."

I was wondering down the hall towards the kitchen to get a soda when I passed the sitting room. And low and behold, there sat my favorite man, muse or how ever you want to refer to him. This was always a welcome site for me, because of late, I hadn't seen much of him.

He was sitting infront of one of the room's windows, staring out, his chin resting on his hand. Or at least that's what he WANTED everyone to think he was doing. Although in the corner of my mind that little nasty voice that he and I seem to share at times, pointed out. 'Bet he'd LIKE to stare out the winodw...' I calmly told the voice to fuck off and went in to the room.

I'm not going to lie to myself. He knows I'm there. He ALWAYS knows I'm there, he knows when anyone's there. In fact, I saw his hand slip to the side of the chair, his fingers coming to rest lightly on the gun holster laying there. But that was it. He must have realized who it was by my footsteps.

I went up behind his chair, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, leaning my cheek on the top of his head.

"Hello sugar." He muttered, wrapping his arm around one of my own, his hand resting lightly on my forearm.

"Hello Sheldon." In all the time I've known Sheldon Jeffrey Sands, I know of only one other person who has EVER been allowed to get away with using his first name, Sheldon, and that was his mother. He doesn't like to talk about her, I don't pry. It wasn't a good relationship between them.

But something struck between him and I that allowed ME to get away with it. This may be what caused him to be my number one muse, who knows. But what ever it is, it's there, and it shades dangerously on deep love.

"What's wrong, luv?" I asked softly, still leaning on him.

"Nothin'." he said with a shrug. "Just thinking."

I raised up a bit, coming around the side of the chair, sitting on the arm. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his forehead against my side.

"Something's got to be wrong, Sheldon. You're to much on the depressed side and for the last few weeks I haven't seen hide or hair of you."

He sat back with a wicked grin, making it appear he was looking up at me. I love that wicked little grin of his.

"I was workin' sugar."

"Ah, right, and where were you this time?" I asked him skeptically.

"Now you know, baby, that I can't tell you that." He answered. I shook my head and leaned down, kissing him on the forehead.

With a grin he leaned back in the chair and dug out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Lighting one, he handed me the pack and lighter, which I was glad to get ahold of one. Been to long and I was a writer on the edge.

"What ya been up to while I was...AWOL?" He asked me.

I lit my cigarette. "TRYING to write...but I've had writers block." I said softly, glancing out the window, in time to see what was about to happen suddenly.

"Oh no.." I muttered. Sands must have heard it too, because he pushed our chair back with his foot.

The crash of glass shook the room. A lot of FOWL curses came muttering out of the heap on the floor, and I watched a grubby hand let go of the long coil of rope. "WHAT on EARTH, where you doing, Jack Sparrow!" I demanded, getting up.

Liquid brown eyes looked up at me through a mess of sable hair. That sexy sheepish grin, with a flash of gold.

"Ah, cher, you know." He said, winking at me as he climbed to his feet. Sands snorted, getting up from his chair.

"Sounds like you were either eavesdropping or running from...Washie Demon..."

"The later." Jack said quickly, looking out the window at the ceiling. I approached the window and stuck my head out glancing up at the roof from where Jack had come.

I saw a quick flash of fushia hair and blinked. "Oh shit..." I muttered.

"Yep." Jack said, looking at me. Sands joined a moment later, sticking his own head out and we heard a maniac laughter tearing across the roof.

"We're all in for it now..." Sands muttered in my ear.

"I don't blame you for running Jack...but the window?" I said, looking at him.

"I was aiming for the tree." Jack said, motioning to the large oak outside the window.

From some where in the house, there was a scream. One I knew well. "Oh no...Ichabod..." I turned white, taking a long drag off my cigarette.

"Don't worry, Mort'll help him hide." Jack said. "But uh..." He looked at me.

But Sands finished the sentence for him. "We better do something, either hide or take evasive action...cause we're ALL in for it now." He said, an arm on my waist as he chunked his cigarette butt out the broken window.

"Right, Jack stick with us." I told the pirate captain.

When the horror that was Washie Demon struck, we were ALL in danger. It was only a matter of time as Jack, Sands and I left the room, that the power failed in the house.

"Oh no!" Mort and Ichabod appeared from one of the rooms. "She's cut the power!" Ichabod said, looking around shiftily.

"Okay, okay, don't panic!" I told them quickly. "Go look for Fred and George, they were in my room. Probably still there. And the four of you go find a place to hide. We'll.." I looked at Sands.

"See what we can do over the pest problem." Sands said with a wicked grin. I watched Mort and Ichy scamper down the hall.

"You got a plan, right, Sheldon?" I asked him.

"Not really, I'm making this up as I go..." He said, checking the clip in one of his guns. We were probably going to need them, because one never knew what little ghouls and goblins Washie would have running around.

"Oh, that just makes me feel SO much better..." Jack said, rolling his eyes.