A/N: okay, starting tomorrow or friday, somewhere in there, I will be
leaving the wonderful realm of instant internet access and entering the Pit
of Despair, A.K.A the kingdom of library and/or school computers. So please
don't lynch me, it's not my fault the chappies are gonna be fewer and farther between...but I am going to write as much as I can before I leave,
starting....now!
Hangovers and fortunes and dreams, oh my!
Ariadne opened her eyes, only to see cold grey stone above and around her, and damp ground beneath her. She stood quickly, brushing off her dre-*wait
a second! I was NOT wearing a dress!*. She whirled around, looking for anything to say where she was. In doing so, a lock of long blonde hair made
it's way over her shoulder, and rested on her chest.
*This is NOT my hair! Where the hell am I? Or, more important, who am I?*
She looked down, trying to find some clue. She was wearing a shift that looked like it had once been white, but was now covered with burn marks. There was a locket hanging around her neck, and Ariadne brought it to her eyes. It was heart-shaped and very tarnished, but she could still make out
the engraving on the back.
"To my Virginia, with love, Geoffrey"
Ariadne gasped. *Geoffrey? Geoffrey THORPE?!?!* Just then she felt the
ground begin to shake. She fell back against the wall and slid down,
bringing her knees up automatically to protect her stomach. The world
around her blurred, then cleared.
She was laying in a bed in a strange room. The walls were wood this time, as was the ceiling. The previous day's happenmings came back to her, along
with the dream she just had. She sat straight up in bed as she realized
something.
"Thorpe's wife was pregnant!!!" she gasped. *But...why would I dream about
that?* She mused, getting out of bed. She was wearing the yesterdays
clothes, and briefly wondered how she had gotten halfway across Tortuga with no one noticing her jeans, t-shirt and flip flops. She barely had time to wonder why she didn't have a hangover, considering all the rum she drank the night before, when a hammer promptly began banging itself on the inside
of her skull, presumably trying to get out..
She heard a particularly loud snore from across the room, and winced, looking over at Jack, who was sound asleep. She suddenly remembered what
had happened last night...the rum, the kiss...she giggled in spite of
herself, causing the hammer to bang harder.
*Well, I suppose he is handsome, in a rugged, pirate sort of way...* she
went to hit her head and stopped halfway there as the hammer did it for her. *I live in the 21st century, he lives in the 17th. It wouldn't bloody
well work!!!* she growled at herself. She turned towards the door, and before she could think about it anymore, she made her way down the stairs. She found herself in the front room that she and Paul and Jack had talked in the other day. Suddenly Paul came out from behind that beaded curtain
thingy.
"Good morning!" he said brightly, and she winced again. "I thought I
heard someone out here."
"How can you be so bloody cheerful?!?" she half-muttered half-growled.
"Hangover?" Paul guessed, and she nodded her head.
"Follow me, I keep loads of tonic for it on hand. Uncle Damien stops by
sometimes, and his drinking is even worse than Jack's." He said wryly,
leading her through the curtain and down a hall to a bright, cheery kitchen. He reached up and brought down a rather large bottle an poured her
a glass.
"How did you sleep? My brother didn't try anything, did he? He can be rather-erm-impetuous when drunk." He winked as he handed her the glass and
led her over to the table.
"He tried and I didn't let him, actually. Other than that I slept well, except..." she paused, uncertain as to whether or not she wanted to tell
him about her dream.
"Except what?" he asked, leaning forward.
"I had this dream..." it all came out in a rush, how it had felt so real, how she could read the engraving, her realization about the baby. He let
out a low whistle. She realized that she hadn't winced that time, and
noticed her hangover was almost gone.
"That's...interesting. It would seem that you are somehow connected. I wonder-" but Paul didn't get the chance to say what he wondered because at
that moment Jack stumbled in, looking frazzled and very hung over.
"Don't anyone say a word!" he growled as he reached for the tonic that was still sitting on the counter. Hedidn't even bother with a glass, he just
drank straight out of the botlle. After what seemed forever, he put the
bottle back down on the counter and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
"Ahh, much better!" He walked over and joined them at the table.
"Alright, why are ye all so quiet now?" he looked from Paul to Ariadne and
back again. Ariadne blushed and looked down as his eyes met hers.
"Oh. Yeah. Erm...about las' night, I-"
"It's alright, can we just forget about it?" she cut him off. He blinked,
looking stung, then said,
"Yeah, tha's just what I was going to suggest. Now, wha' are we gonna do
about that?" he said, pointing at the charm. Before they had gotten completely trashed last night, she had asked Paul for a length of string so
she could hang it around her neck.
"I don't know, but we'll have to do something. I have a sneaking suspicion that Ariadne won't be able to go home until we figure this out." Paul said.
"Yeah she could. I jus' have to be touchin' her, an' we flip tha switch..."
Ariadne reached up and flipped it. And flipped it. Nothing happened.
"Damn." Jack growled. "Well, where exactly be the Sgen Ti whatever it was,
anyway?"
"The Sgen Ti Sws I Mi. They're actually not far from the Isle de Muerta,
maybe fifty leagues or so north." Paul stated.
"We should start there and see wha' we can find out." Jack said, just as
Nykolai rushed out of a room.
"Ooh, are you going to look for treasure?" she asked, and Jack and Paul
both chuckled.
"Nykki has a problem with eavesdropping." Paul said with a smile.
"Ooh, can I do a reading on you before you leave?" Jack looked hesitant. "Please, Uncle Jackie?" she pleaded. Jack couldn't refuse. "Yay!!" the girl literally squealed with delight. She grabbed Jacks hand and led him off to
what couldn't only be presumed to be her room.
" 'Uncle Jackie'?" Ariadne looked at Paul questioningly. Paul laughed
"He let's her get away with everything, he loves her so much. He doesn't even complain when she tugs on his braids, and I saw him break a mans arm for that once." he smiled wryly, and looked past her at something. Ariadne turned around in her chair, and saw Jack emerge with a grin on his face and
his neice on his back, piggy-back style.
"That was quick!" Paul said. Ariadne was too busy holding in laughter to
say anything.
"Clear sailin' all tha way!" Jack said, grinning like an idiot and obviously over his hangover. Just then there was a ::tinkle:: from the fron
of the shop, and Paul excused himself to go help his customer. Nykki
desentangled himself from her uncle and followed. Jack looked slightly
disappointed, then brightened as he took a chair next to Ariadne.
"So, ye're stuck 'ere until we figure out what be goin' on, hmm?" he waggled his eyebrows. Ariadne laughed, and then fell suddenly silent as her
eyes met his. They really were beautiful eyes...
Suddenly she found the space between them once again reducing rapidly until there was none. *He really does taste good...* some voice in the back of her mind whispered. This time when Jack moved to deepen the kiss, Ariadne
didn't push him away...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bwahahahahaha :) okay, that was really long, wasn't it? Sorry, I just
couldn't stop it! But yeah, so here's some more fluff for ya'll. I've gotten several reviews that say they should hook up...what does everyone else think, hmmm? Tell me tell me tell me! And go review (no more flames tho, aight? I think I've had enough of those to last me a while...)!! Oh
yeah: Big huge hugs and mini Jack plushies for all my lurvely wonderful reviewers...first three reviewers get a life-size Jack doll!! Go review :)
Disclaimer: Jack is mine. So sue me. All you'll get are some stale Swedish
fish and a flat Sprite. (And for any Disney men cursed with a lack of a
sense of humor, I'M JOKING!!!!!)
don't lynch me, it's not my fault the chappies are gonna be fewer and farther between...but I am going to write as much as I can before I leave,
starting....now!
Hangovers and fortunes and dreams, oh my!
Ariadne opened her eyes, only to see cold grey stone above and around her, and damp ground beneath her. She stood quickly, brushing off her dre-*wait
a second! I was NOT wearing a dress!*. She whirled around, looking for anything to say where she was. In doing so, a lock of long blonde hair made
it's way over her shoulder, and rested on her chest.
*This is NOT my hair! Where the hell am I? Or, more important, who am I?*
She looked down, trying to find some clue. She was wearing a shift that looked like it had once been white, but was now covered with burn marks. There was a locket hanging around her neck, and Ariadne brought it to her eyes. It was heart-shaped and very tarnished, but she could still make out
the engraving on the back.
"To my Virginia, with love, Geoffrey"
Ariadne gasped. *Geoffrey? Geoffrey THORPE?!?!* Just then she felt the
ground begin to shake. She fell back against the wall and slid down,
bringing her knees up automatically to protect her stomach. The world
around her blurred, then cleared.
She was laying in a bed in a strange room. The walls were wood this time, as was the ceiling. The previous day's happenmings came back to her, along
with the dream she just had. She sat straight up in bed as she realized
something.
"Thorpe's wife was pregnant!!!" she gasped. *But...why would I dream about
that?* She mused, getting out of bed. She was wearing the yesterdays
clothes, and briefly wondered how she had gotten halfway across Tortuga with no one noticing her jeans, t-shirt and flip flops. She barely had time to wonder why she didn't have a hangover, considering all the rum she drank the night before, when a hammer promptly began banging itself on the inside
of her skull, presumably trying to get out..
She heard a particularly loud snore from across the room, and winced, looking over at Jack, who was sound asleep. She suddenly remembered what
had happened last night...the rum, the kiss...she giggled in spite of
herself, causing the hammer to bang harder.
*Well, I suppose he is handsome, in a rugged, pirate sort of way...* she
went to hit her head and stopped halfway there as the hammer did it for her. *I live in the 21st century, he lives in the 17th. It wouldn't bloody
well work!!!* she growled at herself. She turned towards the door, and before she could think about it anymore, she made her way down the stairs. She found herself in the front room that she and Paul and Jack had talked in the other day. Suddenly Paul came out from behind that beaded curtain
thingy.
"Good morning!" he said brightly, and she winced again. "I thought I
heard someone out here."
"How can you be so bloody cheerful?!?" she half-muttered half-growled.
"Hangover?" Paul guessed, and she nodded her head.
"Follow me, I keep loads of tonic for it on hand. Uncle Damien stops by
sometimes, and his drinking is even worse than Jack's." He said wryly,
leading her through the curtain and down a hall to a bright, cheery kitchen. He reached up and brought down a rather large bottle an poured her
a glass.
"How did you sleep? My brother didn't try anything, did he? He can be rather-erm-impetuous when drunk." He winked as he handed her the glass and
led her over to the table.
"He tried and I didn't let him, actually. Other than that I slept well, except..." she paused, uncertain as to whether or not she wanted to tell
him about her dream.
"Except what?" he asked, leaning forward.
"I had this dream..." it all came out in a rush, how it had felt so real, how she could read the engraving, her realization about the baby. He let
out a low whistle. She realized that she hadn't winced that time, and
noticed her hangover was almost gone.
"That's...interesting. It would seem that you are somehow connected. I wonder-" but Paul didn't get the chance to say what he wondered because at
that moment Jack stumbled in, looking frazzled and very hung over.
"Don't anyone say a word!" he growled as he reached for the tonic that was still sitting on the counter. Hedidn't even bother with a glass, he just
drank straight out of the botlle. After what seemed forever, he put the
bottle back down on the counter and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
"Ahh, much better!" He walked over and joined them at the table.
"Alright, why are ye all so quiet now?" he looked from Paul to Ariadne and
back again. Ariadne blushed and looked down as his eyes met hers.
"Oh. Yeah. Erm...about las' night, I-"
"It's alright, can we just forget about it?" she cut him off. He blinked,
looking stung, then said,
"Yeah, tha's just what I was going to suggest. Now, wha' are we gonna do
about that?" he said, pointing at the charm. Before they had gotten completely trashed last night, she had asked Paul for a length of string so
she could hang it around her neck.
"I don't know, but we'll have to do something. I have a sneaking suspicion that Ariadne won't be able to go home until we figure this out." Paul said.
"Yeah she could. I jus' have to be touchin' her, an' we flip tha switch..."
Ariadne reached up and flipped it. And flipped it. Nothing happened.
"Damn." Jack growled. "Well, where exactly be the Sgen Ti whatever it was,
anyway?"
"The Sgen Ti Sws I Mi. They're actually not far from the Isle de Muerta,
maybe fifty leagues or so north." Paul stated.
"We should start there and see wha' we can find out." Jack said, just as
Nykolai rushed out of a room.
"Ooh, are you going to look for treasure?" she asked, and Jack and Paul
both chuckled.
"Nykki has a problem with eavesdropping." Paul said with a smile.
"Ooh, can I do a reading on you before you leave?" Jack looked hesitant. "Please, Uncle Jackie?" she pleaded. Jack couldn't refuse. "Yay!!" the girl literally squealed with delight. She grabbed Jacks hand and led him off to
what couldn't only be presumed to be her room.
" 'Uncle Jackie'?" Ariadne looked at Paul questioningly. Paul laughed
"He let's her get away with everything, he loves her so much. He doesn't even complain when she tugs on his braids, and I saw him break a mans arm for that once." he smiled wryly, and looked past her at something. Ariadne turned around in her chair, and saw Jack emerge with a grin on his face and
his neice on his back, piggy-back style.
"That was quick!" Paul said. Ariadne was too busy holding in laughter to
say anything.
"Clear sailin' all tha way!" Jack said, grinning like an idiot and obviously over his hangover. Just then there was a ::tinkle:: from the fron
of the shop, and Paul excused himself to go help his customer. Nykki
desentangled himself from her uncle and followed. Jack looked slightly
disappointed, then brightened as he took a chair next to Ariadne.
"So, ye're stuck 'ere until we figure out what be goin' on, hmm?" he waggled his eyebrows. Ariadne laughed, and then fell suddenly silent as her
eyes met his. They really were beautiful eyes...
Suddenly she found the space between them once again reducing rapidly until there was none. *He really does taste good...* some voice in the back of her mind whispered. This time when Jack moved to deepen the kiss, Ariadne
didn't push him away...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bwahahahahaha :) okay, that was really long, wasn't it? Sorry, I just
couldn't stop it! But yeah, so here's some more fluff for ya'll. I've gotten several reviews that say they should hook up...what does everyone else think, hmmm? Tell me tell me tell me! And go review (no more flames tho, aight? I think I've had enough of those to last me a while...)!! Oh
yeah: Big huge hugs and mini Jack plushies for all my lurvely wonderful reviewers...first three reviewers get a life-size Jack doll!! Go review :)
Disclaimer: Jack is mine. So sue me. All you'll get are some stale Swedish
fish and a flat Sprite. (And for any Disney men cursed with a lack of a
sense of humor, I'M JOKING!!!!!)
