Another chapter! YAY! So yup, I may have been gone a while, but I'm back, and have brought a second chapter for you! BE HAPPY! So, here's my disclaimer!

I own nothing except for Annie, Amberly, and any other characters that may not seem familiar to you from the beloved POTC movies.

And because of this I have shed tears. Yes, readers. Tears.

Now (sobbing)… on with chapter two!

Chapter Two: HEREEEEE'S JOHNNY!

The first thing that Annie registered was shock, and she tried to come up with some snarky, sarcastic, well thought out thing to reply to him that would make him leave and never come back. Something that would scare him off, while at the same time instill a high level of reverence for her in him. She really did try. But when she opened her mouth to speak, all that came out was "You…Johnny Depp…Here…What?"

The man, who Annie decided was in fact Johnny Depp, smiled crookedly and shook his head. "Actually, Luv, it's Jack. Captain Jack, if you will. And your name would be?" he asked, amused at her confusion and fright.

"Um… Annie?" she answered, unsure of whether or not she should tell him.

"Umannie? Strange name. Can't say I've heard that one before," Jack replied, taking his eyes off of Annie and letting them wander around her living room. It was small, and consisted of only a beige couch, matching chair, glass coffee table, and a small television.

Annie cocked her right eyebrow. "No. It's just Annie. Annie Grey." The Captain nodded in acknowledgement and he glanced up at the hole in her ceiling. "Well, Luv, it seems to me that you have a hole in your roof, here. Might want to fix that up," he said upon looking up through the opening.

Annie sputtered, her anger rising once again. "Well, considering that this-" she gestured to the hole by waving her arms frantically underneath it. "is your fault, I think you should be the one to pay for it! You're lucky you're not getting arrested now, Mr. Depp. And what would you be doing in my apartment at this hour in the morning, anyway? Aren't you supposed to be in…L.A. or something? California? Somewhere?"

Jack frowned, shaking his head. "The name's Captain Jack Sparrow, Luv. I 'ave no bloody idea who this Johnny fellow is, nor do I wish to know. Also, I don't seem to recall damaging anyone's home recently, so I think I'll just be leaving now. Good bye, Luv. Can't say it was exactly a pleasure meetin' you."

He tried to push his way past Annie, but she wasn't about to let him leave her tiny apartment any time soon. "Woah! You aren't going anywhere, Johnny-can I call you Johnny?- until you have fixed this mess! Do you have any idea how much this will cost me?! I'm probably going to get kicked out of the building now!" Annie fumed, slamming her hand down on his chest, giving him a small shove backwards.

Jack narrowed his eye. "I am NOT Johnny what's 'is face! I am CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW! Now LET ME THROUGH! Unless," he paused reaching his hand down and unsheathing a very dangerous, very real looking sword. "You have a problem with that?" Annie paled, slowly backing away. She reached into her back pocket, and said a small prayer when her hand touched her iphone. "Um, you aren't going to use that, right?" she asked, trying desperately to stall.

Jack narrowed his eyes. "Oh, I don't prefer to make a habit out of goin' 'round killin' bonny lasses. But I will, if you push me, Luv."

Annie stepped to the side, and he walked past her with purpose. "Good choice," he called over his shoulder, bowing his head and removing his hat. The door slammed shut. Annie got a feeling in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that she was all too familiar with. Guilt. She couldn't let a deranged, possibly high Johnny Depp wander around New York City! He could get run over! Or shot! He is is pretty rich, after all. One wouldn't need much motivation. And with him dressed up in his pirate get up, he would be an easy target.

Annie sighed. Any normal person would just leave him. He was dangerous, after all. He could have killed her, right here in her own apartment! But unfortunately, she was Annie Grey, the all-too-giving woman who would help anyone and anything if she had the chance. That included dangerous, possibly drugged delusional movie stars dressed as their character from a movie. Who made holes in ceilings. Great.

Annie glanced down at her phone, which she must have been nearly subconsciously dialing 911. Her thumb hovered over the call button. Should she? He was dangerous! Then again, if she called the authorities, word would get out and this would be all over the media. The last thing Johnny Depp probably wanted was everyone in America-possibly even the world- knowing he was high and wandering the streets in his pirate costume. Annie bit her lip, shutting off her phone and placing it on the counter.

Grabbing her jacket, she raced out the door and past the broken elevator. After three months, Annie wondered if the landlord would ever bother to get that fixed. Four flights of stairs everyday was tiring. By the time she reached, the bottom and ran through the lobby, she realized what a lost cause this was. She didn't even know which way he went! Plus, others were bound to notice him.

Right before she decided to go back up, and that it was hopeless, she spotted him. Squinting past the blinding car lights and neon signs (Yes, even at two in the morning New York was still buzzing with activity), she found him, looking bewildered and slightly terrified as the cars whizzed past at the street corner.

Jogging over to him, she stopped and put her hands on her hips. He hadn't even noticed her yet, so she reached out and touched his upper arm lightly to let him know she was there. When he jumped, hand on his left hip, ready to whip out his sword again, she smiled weakly at him. "Hey," she said, waving her arm once. "Um, why don't you spend the rest of the night at my place, John- I mean Jack." She corrected herself. "It doesn't really look like you have anywhere else to go, anyway."

Jack nodded cautiously. "It's Captain Jack, Luv. Captain." Annie rolled her eyes at him. "Look, just come on, Captain Jack. You look tired." Jack smiled, and tagged along as she strolled back into her building.

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Livvy