A/N – I just saw this movie for the first time a few nights ago so I'm sorry if this is a bad start or I don't know all I should. Let me know what you think! I don't own Dirty Dancing; Havana Nights, the story or the characters. I only own my made up characters.

Javier awoke in a sweaty tangle of sheets to hear loud, throbbing Latin music coming from the floor below him. Lifting his mouth up in a grin, he scrubbed his slender hands through the dark tangle of his hair. The girl sleeping beside him on the mattress didn't stir, and he slid a hand over the dusky, soft skin of her shoulder. As he did so, his eyes shining in the dim rosy light that came in through the window, proclaiming it to be early evening; he was racked by the memory of a different shoulder, this one with creamy pale skin.

"Katie…" he whispered into the sweltering, humid Havana air. The beautiful American gringa that had stolen his heart. Pensively he frowned down at Isabel, the girl sharing his bed. She wasn't Katie that was for sure. But Katie had chosen to leave him for American soil and he had chosen to remain behind in Cuba. How could the girl not understand his desire to stay on his native land so soon after the people won independence?

True with her blue eyes and blonde hair she would not have fit in so easily amongst his people but they could have tried something to ensure that she wouldn't be bothered. Dyed her hair maybe? Javier snorted with mirth, shaking his head.

No, he loved running his hands through her pale locks too much to want to destroy their color. Her paleness against his darkness fascinated him and he knew it had an effect on her as well. Such a contrast; it was a pity she was no longer around.

Standing up, he groped around for the pair of pants he had flung over the back of a chair. Finding them, he eased himself into them and found his wife beater as well. Sniffing at it, his crooked grin once again graced his narrow face as he found it to not stink and so put it on for another night.

Javier had been nineteen when Katie Miller had come from America and changed his world around for the brief time she had been in Cuba. Some days he regretted it, and others he missed her terribly. Isabel stirred on the bed, and hurriedly he buttoned his pants and swirled a short sleeved button up shirt on over his wife beater and left the room.

He worked at La Rosa Negra now, as a bartender but he still had time to heat up the dance floor as well. He found many partners who could move just as well as Katie, if not better but for some reason her body was the only one he wanted melded to his when the music began every night. Sighing he passed a hand through his hair and rolled his eyes. He knew then that he wouldn't be satisfied staying in Cuba if it meant not seeing her again.

Heading down the stairwell that led from the small apartment over La Rosa Negra, he thundered down the stairs just as the patter of tiny feet came racing up to him. He swung his son Diego up into his arms and frowned for the second time that night. Diego was supposed to be over at his mother's with his nephew Rafael. Diego's mother, a tiny Cuban girl named Eva followed closely behind.

She kissed Javier's cheek absently, her eyes scanning the crowd in the bar. Furious for her bringing Diego in through the bar to get to his place instead of the stairway that ran outside up the side of the building, he raised an eyebrow at her, a muscle clenching in his jaw.

"Que usted esta haciendo aqui?" The tone of voice he used was cutting, and Eva raised her eyebrows at him coolly.

"Whatever do you mean Javier? Am I not allowed at La Rosa Negra anymore?" This time the muscle in Javier's jaw gave a tic and Eva thought he might have broken a tooth, the way his jaw was mired shut in anger. Eva swept her long brown curly hair over a shoulder bared by the sky blue dress she was wearing.

"You know what I mean Eva, why did you bring Diego in this way? And why are you with him anyway, he's supposed to be at mi mama's." Eva gave a languorous shrug and Javier shifted Diego onto his other hip. The two year old contentedly put his black, downy head onto his father's shoulder and closed his eyes as Javier swayed to the beat of the music. Javier watched the sweep of his son's long, dark lashes and smiled slightly. When Diego grew up he would break many a heart. His only regret was that Katie wasn't standing next to him and the baby in his arms didn't have any part of her to him.

"I wanted to see you again Javi." Javier's face bore a disbelieving smirk as he looked at her, his sideways grin both cheeky and endearing. Eva felt a twisting in her stomach; she had truly cared for this boy once before Diego's birth. Now she just wanted to be free, she wasn't cut out to be a mother.

Javier watched her, his eyes hooded. He was lucky he wasn't in jail after her pregnancy. Eva's father was a government official and he hadn't been happy to find out his daughter had been impregnated by a bartender.

"Javi, I have to leave Diego with you." Javier opened his mouth to violently protest. It wasn't that he didn't love or want his son, in truth he wanted to take care of the boy by himself, without Eva around. Little did he know he was about to get his wish.

"I am going away to college, in Europe. I can't have a baby holding me back, Javi. I love Diego, but I'm no mother. He needs you; I want you to have him. My father will give you whatever you want…"

"You think you can BUY me?" Javier's voice dripped poison. Turning his body so that Diego was shielded from her view, he cursed her silently. Eva's eyes had taken on a desperate light.

"No Javi, but don't you want a better life?" For a moment, it seemed as though the music had stopped and the people around them were dancing to nothing. Of course he wanted a better life; he wanted a better life for his whole family.

"My father, he would grant you whatever means necessary if you and your family wanted to leave the country. I know your family Javi, you believed so strongly in the revolution and now that life here is not a whole lot better than what it was before, wouldn't you jump for the chance to start over somewhere else?" Javier's first thought was America and Katie. Tight lipped, he sneered at her and turned to go, clutching his son to him.

"Javier…" Eva's small hand on his arm stopped him. In the four years since Katie had fled Cuba, he had grown a few inches taller and had filled out more, his shoulders and upper chest widening. He had lost some of his boyish charm but it was replaced with a grown man's traits.

"Please think it over, and think seriously about it, for I am being serious with you. This is the opportunity of a lifetime; please don't throw it away based on your pride." Javier hunched his shoulders and with a muttered 'I'll talk to you later', disappeared up the staircase to his apartment.

Setting his now sleeping son Diego next to Isabel, he slumped down in a chair near a large glass door that led out to a small veranda. Picking up a bottle of rum that he had left out there the night before, he took a slug and winced as the liquor burned a smooth path down his throat and pooled in a warm puddle in the pit of his belly. He had much to think about tonight; much indeed.