Title: "Bad Day. Good Night."
Author: Anamaric17 aka Brittley
Summary: Anamaria's sick and the day is out to get her, perhaps her night will be better.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Anamaria and Jack Sparrow
Disclaimer: Disney owns these characters I just put better use to them LOL!
She couldn't believe here she sat in Jack's cabin, eating homemade soup, and knocking on Davey Jone's locker...
Flashback...
"Ye can't believe the day I've had so far!" She yelled storming into her captain's cabin and telling him all the horrible details of her day. Most of those complains were about daft pirates and falling over a pail of grog below deck. Jack had wanted to laugh, she could tell, but Anamaria was in no jesting mood. She was tired and had just managed to catch some mysterious sickness three of the pirates had overnight.
"Aww luv, ye don't look too well. How about you lie down?" Jack suggested getting out of his chair, and pulling her to him. She wanted to resist, but she felt the room spinning. She heaved unsure is she was about to get sick or just trying to catch her breath. Jack managed to look sorry for her, and she would have smiled or gotten smart at his concern, but she really didn't feel good.
"You're right, I-I'll just lay here a minute."
"Aye." Jack said before she closed her eyes and groaned feeling her head begin to hurt. It was just the beginning of a long day...
End Flashback
The long day had come and gone and Anamaria slept it off somewhere between peacefully and feverishly. She looked up from the soup she realized she could no longer taste and over to Jack. The man had taken to being her personal nurse and it made her uncomfortable to need someone. She took in what he looked like sitting in his chair not three feet away and studying maps. He taken his beloved and treasured hat and hung it up on the back of the chair, a bottle of rum sat to his right never far away, and he looked tired. She didn't want to invade his calm, but she felt it was time she went to her own cabin.
"Jack?"
"Hmm Ana luv?"
"Thanks for helping me today." She sighed placing the bowl of soup on the floor beside his bed. As she did Jack arose and crossed the room to sit beside her.
"What's on ye mind Ana?"
"What? Nothing I'm just going to me own bed."
"Anamaria." Jack said quietly and tilting her head up so their eyes meant. Her heart raced within her as her brown eyes meant his brown ones. He called her Anamaria, so she knew this was one of Jack's more serious moments. She felt his fingers on her chin more than anything and they scolded her.
"What's the rush? Ye know yer welcome here and besides you're sick." He said looking intensely at her. Anamaria smiled solemnly before pulling his hand away from her and linking their fingers.
"If I stay, yer sleeping in the chair."
"Nay! It's still ma cabin luv." Jack said frowning but clearly amused by her again. They were silent for a while before she rolled her eyes and toed her long boots off.
"Fine but keep yer hands to yerself Sparrow." She said grinning at the wounded way he was looking. She pulled the covers back, crawled in and found his extra pillow. It was a bit dingy but smelled like him, like the sea and rum and simply Jack. Jack crossed the room again blowing the candle out before crawling under the covers too. Anamaria was facing away from him, and no he wasn't touching her, but she felt a little better. At least the nausea was dispelled.
"Ye sure ye don't want me to tuck ye in Ana?"
"Shut up Jack and go to sleep."
He chuckled leaning over to her and wrapping an arm around her waist anyway. She could feel his warmth emiting from him through his clothes and she felt safe, and happy. Maybe being sick had its purpose and well... her day hadn't turn out too bad.