A/N: Hey Readers! Sorry about the long delay. Some unfortunate events occured, and two people passed away on the same day, which left me in a terrible mood. School and exams have also been flooding in, so there is a chance delays will be longer. But, I made sure this chap would be longer and have an interesting CLIFF-HANGER! That's right. A cliff-hanger! Hehe.

Thank's again to Puck for being such an awesomely cool grammatical friend!

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It never really occurred to me how easily I could just fall asleep. It never happened to me before. My whole life I've had this problem where I would wake up every couple of hours for no particular reason. A doctor suggested that it was because I was constantly paranoid which left me in a state of alert, even when I was semi-conscious. Or it was purely because of my over-creative mind. But that night, I had actually fallen fast asleep, slipping into that comforting darkness of rest and solitude.

That was, until I was rudely awaken by Jack bounding into my room, throwing the door open and breathing heavily as if he had just been chased by a clan of cannibalistic little men.

I blinked a good number of times before saying, "Jack, what the hell are you doing?" It was then I noted the frying pan in one of his hands and the other he had clenched into a fist and was biting into his knuckles; an expression of distress upon his handsome features.

His shoulders slumped and he pulled his fist from his gnawing teeth. Pure distress graced his face and I felt my body react with the flow of emotions that connected us together.

Then in a small voice, he announced, "I burnt the eggs."

I opened my mouth to start reassuring that everything was going to be fine, but closed it and frowned with confusion.

"I seriously burnt the eggs, love", he said again while lifting the frying pan to show me the burnt brown and black inside.

I began to slowly laugh. "It's ok, I'm sure we can fix this little problem."

Jack frowned at me whilst lowering the frying pan. "Love, this is by far nay a laughing matter!"

I pulled myself from bed and stretched, my back to Jack as I checked the time. It was only half past nine, and I marveled that I was actually wide awake. Let's face it; I'm not a morning person. Jack on the other hand, was up and about, wild as ever with his antics of misconstrued problems. I walked around the bed, passed Jack at the doorway and into the hallway, him trailing closely behind. I sniffed.

"Jack, is it possible that Guardian Angels have hygiene problems when they're turned into a solid form?" I asked, stepping into the kitchen and grabbing a washing towel to try and swat the smoke that was still billowing from the stovetop away. Jack had placed the frying pan in the sink, flicked his hair back and placed his hands on his hips in a diligent way.

"I'll have ye' know Lina, that I am a very hygienic human", he replied defensively.

I rolled my eyes. "Jack, since you're now human, you have to have a bath like everyone else."

He furrowed his brow. "I'm not everyone else, love. I'm Captain Jack Spa -"

We both turned our attention away from one another as Kara opened the front door and walked casually in. She was still dressed in her work clothes, only now her hair was a tad disheveled and her make up not as tidy. She instantly started talking animatedly while discarding her bags on the lounge and throwing off her coat.

"Oh my god, Lina! You missed what was most likely the greatest runway show ever! I could of sworn I saw, like, ten celebrities and -" Kara stopped mid-sentence as her eyes shifted from me to Jack, who was still clad in his buccaneer clothing with a modern day pink 'Hello Kitty' apron wrapped around his waist.

I instantly saw that mischievous, sly, "physical approving" look she gave before asking, "Now who is this, Lina?" without even removing her eyes from him.

I suddenly felt a bit of panic, realizing that I hadn't exactly thought this far ahead when it came to other people seeing Jack.

"He's a, um," Jack was now looking at me as well, an amused expression on his face, "This is Jack. He's a very close friend of mine."

Kara had already closed the space between them and was instantly shaking his hand. "It's very nice to meet you, Jack."

I don't know why, but I instantly hated the way she drawled Jack's name on her pink, smudged lips. Whore.

I mean - Oh, you know what I mean.

Jack was a little taken back, leaning slightly backwards from her sudden close approach. Jack had always known Kara but I was sure he hadn't expected her to be so… upfront? But then again, Jack drew the undying attention of females no matter how old, how proportioned or how beautiful. Even if they lacked the latter, he still hauled them in like a flower to the sun. He was a magnet.

"Lovely to meet you, Kara", Jack murmured in that deep voice and lifted her hand to his lips, placing a kiss on her knuckles.

Kara swooned for a moment, then turned to me with a grin, "I like your friend already."

I forced a smile, not knowing what else to do. I was starting to fume inside- with what, I couldn't exactly name. But as soon as this feeling started, Jack looked at me with a funny expression then let Kara's hand fall from his.

Smiling at Kara, I asked, "Are you working today?"

She nodded and began to briskly gather her items, "Yeah, I am. All day shift too, 'cos bloody Rhi couldn't come in 'cos she's gone overseas."

I nodded, "Well, you'll get a good pay."

Kara gave a small huff, "You're lucky. Get the damn day off."

I shook my head, "Not exactly. I have dancing for three hours and then I have to go shopping."

"For him?"

I looked at Jack, who was now leaning against the kitchen counter inspecting his finger nails. He was after all still dressed in his 'old-school' clothes.

"Yeah for him." I echoed.

She stood at the hallway entrance and furrowed her brow. "Come from a costume party last night?"

Jack made a small grunting noise, noticing that attention was now firmly placed on him once more. He stood straight, giving a small sway and replying in an escalating enthusiastic tone, "Oh yes, love. A costume party. I love costume parties!"

I laughed.

"Right," Kara replied with an unsure expression, "We'll I'm gonna have an hour or two of shut eye then I'm off to work, so if I don't see you guys later, have a good day!" And with that, she turned her back and disappeared into her room.

"Shopping?" I asked Jack, who grinned and nodded.

"Shopping."

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I noticed as we got into the elevator that I must be one of the blindest people in the world! So much had occurred to me that it literally occurred to me that I was as thick as a brick wall.

"What's on ye' mind, love?" Jack asked after a few moments of silence. I turned to look at him, tilting my head up and giving a little smile.

"Nothing really, just still surprised. Odd how Kara can see you," I mused before adding, "does that mean everyone else can too?"

He nodded, "I'd believe so."

"There must be a reason why you're back in such a -" I struggled to find the right word.

"Humanly form?" He suggested. I nodded.

"Exactly. I remember you telling me when I was ten that all things happen for a reason, unless you intervene to make it suit yourself." I had emphasized the last part because I knew Jack was the type of person to do so. But I also knew that Jack had no power what so ever to make himself like he was now. Someone of higher force had done so.

"Ye' are more than right, love. Actually, ye' just push the brink of confirmation an' given ole' Jack an idea!" He gave me a darling smile and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

"I happen to have some friends of the same rank an' higher," he gave an annoyed roll of his eyes and continued, "who may be able to help us."

"So Guardian Angels and others too?" I asked

He smiled, "There are a lot of different spiritual beings ye' are unawares 'bout, love."

We left the building and began down Georges St. and towards the markets. Jack received a fair amount of funny looks from every possible person although the females soon swooned, chewed their bottom lips and winked at him.

Jack seemed to take it all nicely, loving the whole idea that he wasn't invisible now and all the years of trying to strike a moment with a beautiful woman could now be done without being ignored. He walked next to me, his shoulder's back and his head tilted slightly up. His strides upheld the power of a confident man and his dark, brooding eyes fell upon every female who passed us.

"Modest much?" I murmured more to myself than to Jack, but he had heard.

"Something bothering ye', love?" He asked while looking over his shoulder at the tall, leggy red head who passed by. I could literally smell her perfume from across the road.

I gave a shake of my head as we turned into a park, making a short cut towards the Queen Victoria Building, or QVB for short, "Nah, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about how we are going to give you an all out make over."

Jack stopped like a deer in headlights. He clenched his teeth, an expression on uncertainty upon his features as he asked, "make over?"

I gave a reassuring smile and tugged him along as we started to walk again. "Don't worry Jack; I'm not going to ruin your image! All we really have to do is get you some proper clothes, some new shoes," I sniffed him and cringed slightly, "a shower or five!"

Jack frowned, "An' what would ye' say about me hair an' it's adornments?" To emphasize his point, the pirate began playing with the trinkets dispersed throughout his hair.

We turned onto a path and within a few steps we had entered the QVB. Jack was getting looks from everyone still, but it didn't bother him. He loved the attention.

"We'll talk about your hair when we get home", I replied while looking at the directory panel. There were hundreds of stores in the QVB, but I had no clue where we could find a style that would suit Jack. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jack turning his head from left to right like a mere cat. He was soaking up the lifestyle.

"Jack," I said to catch his attention and then asked, "what do you think would be your cup of tea?"

He gave me a funny look and stated, "Jack doesn't like tea," before adding in a blatant, obvious tone, "Jack likes rum!"

I gave a small sigh, "I mean, what store do you think will have your style of clothing. I know you've been here before with me, visible or not."

He brought a finger to his lip and did the 'Jack is pondering' moment. I had seen him do this so many times when I was younger after I'd ask him a question like 'Are there one ended sticks?' or 'Do pigs really fly?'. Quite amusing those times were.

"Well," he said after several moments of silence, "I'd 'ave to say something laidback, loose an' comfy yet nay too daggy, savvy?"

I blinked, "And that really does narrow down our choices how?"

He patted me on the back. "Because obviously ye' now know me style, savvy?"

"I'll give you savvy in a moment", I threatened in a mock playful tone, waving a fist at him.

Jack raised an eyebrow at me. "Was that a threat, darling?"

My expression did not change. "Only if you initiate one. Now let's go to Jay Jay's."

As we walked, I still couldn't help but notice the lovey-dovey eyes all the women gave Jack! The problem with living in the inner city was that it was jam-packed with models, actors, actresses and basically anyone within the Industry. I'd always loved it, but at that particular moment it was just getting on my nerves.

We had by now gone through a dozen or so stores and luckily had several bags of clothes. Jack suited many tones of blacks, greys, whites and colours of greens, reds, deep purple and royal blue. The majority of clothes he settled on were comfy wool pants, loose striped jumpers, a pair of flip-flops, slip on human shoes, work boots for some odd reason or another and ten different boxer shorts, which we were now choosing.

"I'm liking the red", Jack announced after minutes of eyeing the Christmas themed briefs.

"They're for Christmas, Jack. It's only August", I informed him.

He shrugged, "Yes, well, I like the reindeer. The blues ones just don't compliment me tanned flesh, alright?"

I chuckled. "Aw, Jack you're a frustrated shopper!"

He mumbled something which I was sure referred to my being a brat.

After buying a few more toiletry necessities such as an electric shaver, shampoo (Jack had smelt every single shampoo and settled for one that had a slight spiced scent), a red toothbrush (Jack's request), coconut scented soap and deodorant, we went to the bottom floor to the food court.

"You sure you don't want me to carry some?" I asked Jack, who was holding a lot of shopping bags. He shook his head.

"Nah, love. It's fine. 'Ole Jack is a tough cookie!"

I laughed at his lameness.

We sat down at a small table and Jack gave an exaggerated sigh as he deposited all the bags on and around the table. I watched him stretch his arms up, relishing the feeling sinking back into his joints, before he sat down across from me and gave a small huff. He clamped his hands together and rested his chin upon them, staring contently at me with his gorgeous brown - I mean, practically normal human brown eyes.

After a few seconds, I began to feel slightly flustered and asked, "What?"

A smile slowly crawled up his lips and then he said, "Just admirin' the pretty in front of me eyes."

I frowned, "Jack, the models are back at the studio."

His brow furrowed and I could have sworn it was because I was once again, missing some message or another. He quirked his brow, dismissing how lamely dull I could be then sat back into his seat.

"Now sweetness, what be ye' belly growling for?" He asked.

I made a small humming noise while eyeing the various stores before replying, "I'd really need some KFC and a sundae from the ice cream shop, and maybe a banana smoothie from Pulp."

Jack stared at me with a curious expression. "I always knew ye' could pack on a meal, love, but why don't ye' just buy the entire food court while ye' at it!"

I reached over and swatted his leg. "Jack, it's not nice implying that I love to gorge myself with food, even though I have admitted it on numerous occasions."

He winked at me, "First step to recovery."

"You're an ass", I replied while laughing and standing up.

"Love," he also stood up, "ye' want me to get the food? Ye' should rest ye' feet after draggin' me all over the place."

I gave a small smile, "It's ok Jack, I'll get the grub considering you've been carrying the bags."

He gave me a genuine gold-winking grin, "Thank ye' darlin'."

"What do you want?" I asked while going through my bag and grabbing my wallet.

He leaned back into his seat, putting his hands behind his head and staring upwards in the corner of his eyes with a thoughtful expression. He chewed his lip, and I smirked, realizing he was in fact pretending to pay me out. After a moment he stated, "I'll 'ave what ever ye' getting'."

I nodded, "I'll get you extra chicken pieces."

As I headed away from the table and towards the several food venues, a slight chill washed over me and I turned my head to look in the direction it had come from. About ten or so feet away, a young teenage boy was sitting in a booth with his friends. He looked about maybe sixteen or so, slightly lanky but good looking. Resting against his seat was his skateboard.

There was an unusual glow to him, and then I noticed the woman leaning against the banister behind the booth. She oozed ethereal beauty. Her skin was porcelain white that radiated a silvery glow. Her white blonde hair was short, but fashioned into perfectly coiled bouncy finger curls. She stood with an air of confidence and sex appeal. Her body was voluptuous, clad in a candy pink satin dress that hugged at her perfect curves, falling to her feet like sensual waves. Upon her delicate neck, was a beautiful diamond necklace that dripped millions into the tops of her full bosom. Her full lips were a daring cherry red and she turned to look at me with thick lashed eyes that had an unusual golden haze to those brilliantly dark orbs…

I walked straight into a man standing in the line for KFC.

"I-I'm sorry!" I managed to blurt out, not even looking at the man. My eyes were transfixed on the retro woman, who was smiling at me, her dark eyes shimmering a warm gold. The man said something along the lines of 'No problem', but I wasn't in any world near him to care.

She titled her head and it seemed as if her image flickered like a broken TV. She winked at me before flickering once more and turning to look back at the boy who was happily chatting away to his friends.

In disbelief, I managed to whisper,

"Marilyn Monroe…"

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A/N: Woah! WHAT THE!

Question: In Australia, we call 'jumpers' well, jumpers, but Puck has pointed out to me that only little children wear jumpers, which leaves me wondering what the hell everyone else in the world has been calling them, whilst I've been calling them jumpers!

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