Last chapter! Woot! Still debating the sequel or not. So far I'm leaning towards a no. Review the final chapter please!

I Did Too

About a week went by since Jack appeared at Clarissa's house. He still had no idea why he was here, nor did he care anymore. Clara had gotten very close with him in the past seven days that it almost seemed like he knew her forever.

"You know I think you should come to work with me tomorrow night," Clarissa said, opening the refrigerator. "You would have a lot of fun."

"If you say so," Jack replied, half listening, half focused on eating. He grabbed a banana off the counter and started peeling it.

"I'm serious. You would really like it."

He took a bite from the fruit and sat on the couch. Clara eyed him, taking notice that he could honestly care less. "Did I mention there's free alcohol if you go with me?"

"Yeah, right," he said skeptically. "Nothing in this world is free luv. Especially alcohol."

"If I bring you with me it is." She took a yogurt out of the fridge and sat beside him. They ate in silence for a while.

"Just curious," she said finally, pausing from her snack. "What exactly did you do this past week while I was working?"

He shrugged. "Ate and slept. Nothing else to do around here." She gave him a suspicious look. "What?"

"Nothing." She turned away and resumed eating, and he heard her giggling quietly.

"What's with the look?" he asked, and Clara shook her head.

"I told you nothing. Can I not look at you?"

"No. You can't."

"Fine I won't." She stood up and went to trow her garbage away. "It's late anyway. I'm going to bed."

"Aye, that be a good idea." Jack got up, stretched and went into the bedroom. Clarissa watched him for a moment before following.

He sat on the edge of the bed and started taking off his boots.

"You know we never really got to finish our kiss," she hinted, admiring him. "Megan came barging into the house."

"Aye," he agreed, fluffing his pillow. "I thought we came to the conclusion that we are friends. Ye said it yeself, to the girl."

"Yeah but that was different. Megan can't know about us." She took out her pajamas from her dresser, turned around and started to change. Jack watched hungrily.

"Why's that?' he questioned, not taking his eyes off her bare back as she pulled the shirt over her head.

"Just because." Clarissa pulled her pants on quickly and joined him in the bed. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"'Casue," he replied with a smile. They looked at eachother, and Clarissa pulled him into a hug. In almost no time Jack heard her snoring, and rested his head on the pillow and fell asleep.

In the morning Clarissa was awakened by the annoying ringing of the telephone. She groaned and buried her head under the blankets.

"Jack can you get that," she said, her voice hoarse from sleep. There was no answer, and eventually the ringing stopped. Already awake, Clara threw the blankets off her and sat up.

"If I'm up so are you Jack," she stated, reaching across the bed to wake him. Her hand only met with the sheets. "Jack?" Spinning around quickly, she saw that he wasn't there and started to panic. The phone started to ring again and she nervously picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's Megan. Just wanted to give you guys a wake up call!" she declared cheerfully on the other end, as if she waited forever just to wake her friend up in the morning.

"Megan Jack's gone," she said worriedly. "He was here last night and I woke up this morning and he's gone."

"What do you mean gone? He can't be-"

"Well he is!" she exclaimed, both angry and scared. "What if something happened to him?'

"Hold on I'm coming over." Clarissa heard the click of the other phone being hung up, and slowly she put hers down. Where is he? He didn't just walk out last night.

A sudden idea occurred to her. What if he just got up before me? Yeah, he probably did. He's probably waiting for me to get up in the kitchen. She left her room and first searched the bathroom, pulling the shower curtain back and even picking the toilet lid up. Then she moved into the living room and kitchen and frantically searched there. She opened up the small closet next to the door in hopes of finding Jack, but it was impossible. He was no where to be found.

In less then 10 minutes Megan was walking through the door.

"Did you search every part of the house?' she asked, going straight into the bedroom.

"Yeah and he wasn't anywhere. I even checked the shower."

"Aha! What's this?' Megan picked up a piece of folded parchment paper where Jack's effects once laid. Her eyes scanned the note quickly, written in scribbled, almost illegible handwriting.

- Clarissa

You 'ave done plenty fer Jack Sparrow. 'E not be needing ye no more. Ye 'ave been more o' a 'elp fer me.

-Tia Dalma

"What's it say?" Clarissa said impatiently, trying to read over Meg's shoulder. Meg looked at her friend, read the letter aloud and waited for Clara's reaction.

"But what have I done that was such a help? I didn't do anything!" she exclaimed, stifling back a sob. "And why did he have to leave in the middle of the night?"

"I don't know Clara," Megan said sadly. "Isn't Tia that witch lady-"

"I don't care who the fuck she is! I want Jack back!" she yelled. She blinked away the tears that had begun to well in her eyes. "I didn't even get to say goodbye..."

Everything fell quiet for a long while.

"I guess that's just how it is," Megan said finally, letting out a long sigh. She looked over at Clarissa, who was sitting on her bed, weeping. "Aww Clarissa don't cry." She went over and put her arms comfortingly around her quivering shoulders. "For all we know he might come back."

"I really liked him Meg. I didn't even get a chance to tell him either."

"I know you liked him," she replied. "I did too."

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