Title: 'Ello Luv!

Author: WindCherry

Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance?

Disclaimer: The muse walks out, carrying a new cardboard sign. Written in sharpie marker are the words: She still doesn't own anything, but she somehow has come into possession of one suave pirate by means which we will not elucidate.

Eheh…that one needs work too…

Last Chapter: You are startled from your sleep by odd noises, and are quite surprised when you find the source…

Author's Note: Anyway, it was brought to my attention that last chapter I did not specify if it was Jack's room or yours that you woke up in. Sorry 'bout that. I figured turning on the light was enough and the "your floor" thing, but I'll be more specific from now on, hopefully. Also, I wanted something different so I went with the present rather than the 17th century.

I took a shot in the dark at the date in this chapter, don't bite!

It was quite a pleasant surprise to see so many reviews! ^_^ My thanks extend to everyone!

On with the story…do you guys even read Author's notes anyway?

Chapter 2

"Your hat?" you copy softly, all the while staring shamelessly bug-eyed at the man on your floor. No mouse, that one…He was currently hunched under your desk. That would explain the banging you heard. He must have hit his head a bit…What was he doing under there anyway? Oh yes, looking for…

"Me hat, luv," he repeats, standing and waving a hand in front of your face. He seems a little miffed at your expression. Although somewhat dazed, you idly cast your eyes about the room, your gaze falling on a brown triangle sticking out of the pile of pillows you've accumulated. That's interesting…wonder how it got there. You look up again, at Jack. More importantly, how did he get here?

Jack notices his hat too. While you lapse off into a very stunned state of mind, he reaches over you and snatches it, stuffing it on his head once again. He appears more comfortable now, as he flashes you a roguish smile.

You smile too, but not because of him. In fact, you haven't been aware of the pirate currently scouring you room, instead you've been mercilessly wracking your brain for a possible explanation for his very presence. You are grinning because you have reached an epiphany. It's all a dream!

You pinch yourself pretty hard, but nothing happens. Oh well, it's a nice dream at least. I mind as well make the most of it.

You recap the current situation for your amusement. I have Jack Sparrow, the cunning, debonair, amazingly handsome, beautiful, sexy, impressively drool worthy…Finding yourself getting carried away, you stop there. You open your eyes and see him plundering through your dresser. Nonplussed, you decide to catch his attention before he finds things you would rather he not see, dreaming or not.

"Jack?"

Nothing…

"Jack?"

Still nothing…Somewhat put off, you try harder this time…

"Jack Sparrow!"

After removing his head from inside your drawer, he looks over to you. "Captain Jack Sparrow, luv. But aye, that'd be me. Sorry to disregard you, thought ye were talkin' to yerself. You've been doin' that for a couple minutes straight…" He pauses and frowns slightly. "I don't recognize ye; how'd ye know me name?"

It's a dream, you tell yourself, play along.

"Oh well, it's a long story actually, " you reply. Two hours and twenty minutes long, in fact.

"Ah, ye've heard tell of me then," he answers, and seems pleased with this development. Jack swaggers slightly and plops down next to you, closes his eyes and reclines.

You've never been one to pass up opportunities. You take in his appearance. For a dream, he seems rather realistic… His brown hair, slightly twisted and past his shoulders, looks soft. This close to him, you can see the detailing in the medallions and beads adorning it. The red sash that you saw earlier was now obscured by his quirky hat that he wore. His kohl-lined eyes are startling when open – you could see a depth and intelligence far beyond what you would have expected for a man with his…unusual demeanor. You quickly scan his brown vest, billowy shirt and striped sash belted across his waist. His sword and wayward compass dangle from a strip of leather balanced on his hips. His pants and sandy boots look very well used. You are slowly beginning to realize that this may not be a dream.

"Jack…" you say, suddenly intrigued.

"Aye lass?"

"You were looking through my dresser, Jack. Did you lose something else as well?"

"Well, I did lose me coat, but I'll be damned if I look for it now." He rubs his head slightly, "I've still got a headache from me other expedition."

"You were looking for your coat then?" You are slightly suspicious, he seems to be evading something.

"No, actually. I was browsing. To see if ye had any rum, lass." He justifies, "I'm parched."

As tired as you now are, it's only natural for you to blow things out of proportion.

"If I had rum?" you ask, incredulous that he would even entertain the idea to look through your things for alcohol…like you would even think of opening a bottle at this hour…

"Don't get all frothing, luv. I would have gotten me own, but it's in me coat pocket. And like I said…I'll be damned if…"

"Jack Sparrow! " you cry, "have you any idea what time it is?" You glance at your grandfather clock. "Three-thirty in the morning, Jack! And you want alcohol? Why you would even think that I would keep it in my drawers is beyond me, but…"

You trail off, yawning. He was still reclining on your bed, but had now pulled his hat down over his eyes. "G'night then, lass. Wake me in the morning."

Exhausted, you were about to wish him goodnight as well, but you brush against his boot and realize…he's solid! Solid as in real. Real as in, I'm not dreaming!!!!? You sit bolt upright and ask "Jack, do you know where you are?"

"Mmmm…in bed?" he guesses. Pausing, he opens one eye to look at you. "Lass, sorry to disappoint, but if ye are expectin' anything 'interesting', I'm too tired at the moment…"

Growling lightly in annoyance, you take another shot. "Jack, do you know the year?"

"'Course luv. It's 1654."

You wince. "Captain," you say softly, "I'm afraid you're mistaken. This is the twenty-first century. You are almost four-hundred years off."

Startled, he sits up and blinks at you. Slowly, he absorbs your odd clothing, the light, the computer and other foreign accessories he had overlooked in his nonchalance.

"Beg pardon, luv?" he croaks.

Grimacing, you rub your temples and sigh." Perhaps the alcohol would have been the wisest choice…"

Author's Note: Jack's character and personality change like the wind. Therefore, he is deceptively difficult to gauge correctly. I've not see two authors capture him in the same manner twice. I'm trying hard here, but helpful pointers would be quite appreciated. Thank you! ^-^

Thanks for reading! Constructive criticism and other such feedback are heartily welcome. So are suggestions...^_~