Thank you for the reviews and story alerts! I was so happy that I danced around the living room. I got some weird looks from my dad and cats BUT IT WAS SO WORTH IT! So, I thank you, 'dogsrock101' and 'RandomPirateWriter' for the reviews. And 'Arrows The Wolf' for the story alert.

Dogsrock101: Tank you! I'll make sure I will look at that in my next chap (this one). You got a great eye, actually I didn't think that someone would read my stories. But now I have hope! Again, thank you. And yes, it will be Beckett/OC, just a mild one. I am not good at those fluffs.

RandomPirateWriter: Glad you liked it! I love lovers! (lol)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own POTC or Lord Beckett. Only my OC Jane Hawke. IF I did own POTC, I wouldn't let Becky die *sob sob*.

1. Colour is wig neon pink and play nyan cat in the background

Hey, playing Nyan Cat wasn't such a bad thing. I had no idea why people thought this was annoying. I paused the game and looked around the room. It was really huge and at my right there was this huge world map. At the door there were two guards, well, guarding. I was in Beckett's office. I didn't like my room, it was too small and I needed space. Since Tia Dalma sent me back to the past again after living in the future I had really changed. Too bad I had to live with Lord Beckett. Oh, I think I could hear his voice from the hall. Why didn't he sound happy?

"MISS JANE!" Hmm, I think he found his wig.

Someone slammed the door open and stopped to glare at me. It was no other then Becky. Poor guards, I think he scared them to hell and deeper. Not by the doors, but the fact that his wig was neon pink.

"Yes, Lord Beckett, is something the matter?" I say with sarcasm in my voice at Lord. Stay calm and don't laugh. Don't laugh!

He gave me an ice cold look. He looked like he was going to explode really soon and take me with him. "Miss Jane, this is highly unacceptable, you will not touch anything from my belongs. Do you under-"

*Meow, meow, meeoow, meow meow meow meow meow. Meow, meow, meow, meow meow, meow, meow meow meow meow.*

"Miss Jane, what is this?" He demanded as he looked at me, sternly, playing on my iPhone.

"Well," I looked up at him, "I have to do something while you are talking to me." The guards had to hide their laughs behind their hands to avoid scolding from Mr. Pinkie Head when they saw his reaction. It was priceless!

"And," I unfreezed the game and leaped off his desk, shoving the Nyan Cat game in his face "this song really fits you, Pinkie." With the last word I ran past Beckett and the guards, and hid under the long table to the dining room.

"`JANE!" Step one, done.

2. Let in hundreds of kittens in his room. When he comes in shout: "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" Tell him the names of the kittens.

(3rd POV)

Beckett had a stressful day. He had meetings, commands and paper work. Jane noticed this and wanted to cheer up his mood. After what happened the last time she tried to cheer him up he wasn't as grateful as she had hoped for. Now was the time to make it up.

Lord Beckett was heading to his room to rest. Glancing both left and right in case Miss Jane had something in her sleeve. Something bad. He couldn't believe the king wanted her to live with him. She was a pain in the arse.

He opened door and was welcomed with a furry surprise.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!" Jane shouted as she threw confetti around him. She was grinning like an idiot and all around her was hundreds of small kittens in different colours. They were everywhere. On his bed, on top of his wardrobe and even on his desk.

"Miss Jane, what is the meaning with this?" He was trying to figure how she could find all these kittens and get them in the room.

"Oh, this? I thought they would make you happy. See, that's Gerald, that's Penny and that's Alex and-"

"I don't care about them! Just get them out of my room!" He opened the door wide and tried to shoo the hair balls out. Sadly they wouldn't budge.

"You know, that won't work, and don't interrupt. Its rude! And look," she gave him a brown, thin kitten and put it in his hands "that's Beckett Junior. Be nice to him, now! I am going to give you privacy!" Before he could say anything she had already closed the door and left.

He sighed as he sat down on his chair, all kitty eyes on him. He looked at the kitten in his hands and dropped him with down the other fur balls.

"There will be no living with this woman" he muttered as he sank down in his chair.

Downstairs he could still hear Jane playing Nyan cat.