A/N: Good Chrimble? I thought this might be a funky way to do the last (possibly) chapter. Go figure. This only happened because I was listening to it at the time. Based on Bring Me To Life by the ever cheerful Evanescence. Yay.

How can you see into my eyes like open doors/

Leading you down into my core/

Where I've become so numb/

Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold/

Until you find it there and lead it back home/

Jack woke with a snort and peered round. He had fallen asleep in a funny position and his neck was killing him. He looked down on Anamaria. Her face had an unhealthy glisten and she was muttering again. He reached down automatically to the bowl and cloth beside him.

"Jack?" he stopped and bent over the bed

"Anamaria?" her eyes snapped open and Jack looked into her eyes and for a moment was drowning in them…

"Jack… it's cold. I'm cold Jack. Have I fallen in the sea?"

"Not quite,"

"'M sleepy. Don't want to sleep Jack…"

Wake me up/

Wake me up inside(I can't wake up)/

Wake me up inside(Save me)/

Call my name and save me from the dark(Wake me up)/

Bid my blood to run(I can't wake up)/

Before I come undone(Save me)/

Save me from the nothing I've become/

"Jack? Jack!" Anamaria called out. She'd fallen asleep again. She tried to wake up. It was getting dark and as she watched it grew dimmer. Anamaria had never liked the dark. Too many bad memories. "Jack! I can't wake up! Can you wake me up? Please? I need- I need help. I can't stop it…"

Now that I know what I'm without/

You can't just leave me/

Breathe into me and make me real/

Bring me to life/

She was asleep again. Jack felt her pulse. There wasn't one.

"Anamaria? Anamaria! You can't die! I order you not to die! You can't!" He patted her hands frantically and tried to think through the panic that was starting to fog his brain. This couldn't be real, could it?

(Wake me up)/

Wake me up inside (I can't wake up)/

Wake me up inside (Save me)/

Call my name and save me from the dark (Wake me up)/

Bid my blood to run (I can't wake up)/

Before I come undone (Save me)/

Save me from the nothing I've become/

"Anamaria? Anamaria!"

"Who's there?" she spun round, like it would help. All it did was make her dizzy and disorientate her even more. She felt like she was unraveling inside, becoming nothing at all.

"ANAMARIA!"

Bring me to life/

(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)/

Bring me to life/

Vaguely remembering something he saw somewhere at an unimportant little harbour, he balled his fists together and thumped her on the chest three times.

"I wish you were drowning. At least I would know it had a success rate," he said quietly, sitting back down. "I suppose I should be safe to tell you now." He held her cold hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. "I don't know how to tell you… like I've been living the lie for so long…" he stopped. He should feel grief. He probed his emotions. He felt… nothing. "I- I love… Oh for pity's sake. I LOVE YOU!" he almost yelled in her unheeding ear, still gripping her hand tightly.

Frozen inside without your touch/

Without your love darling/

Only you are the life among the dead/

She was so cold. She was going numb and distantly knew she had fallen down. This is it. I'm actually going to die. She thought vaguely. But- no, she felt warmer. Her hand was warm. In fact, it was more than warm. She was burning. Or her hand was. She looked at it in horror as she saw the imprint of a hand clutching hers, which glowed clearer and brighter till she had to shield her eyes. There was a figure in front of her…

All this time I can't believe I couldn't see/

Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me/

I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems/

Got to open my eyes to everything/

Without a thought without a voice without a soul/

Don't let me die here/

There must be something more/

Bring me to life/

She opened them again. Her hand was still warm and she ached all over.

"Where am I? Oh…" she realized and suddenly there was a familiar pair of kohl rimmed eyes above her.

"You're awake. You're awake! She's awake!"

"Yes. God, I feel like I was asleep for a thousand years." She reached up to rub her eyes and stifled a scream as her shoulder protested.

"Don't move. It was a terrible wound, terrible."

"It was strange. It was so dark… but you were there. I think I saw someone," Anamaria felt warm and cosy and slightly drunk. Jack was holding her hand. She caressed it gently.

"You came for me. You didn't let me die there." She closed her eyes, and slept.

(Wake me up)/

Wake me up inside (I can't wake up)/

Wake me up inside (Save me)/

Call my name and save me from the dark (Wake me up)/

Bid my blood to run (I can't wake up)/

Before I come undone (Save me)/

Save me from the nothing I've become/

Anamaria woke up screaming. It was dark and cold. She was all alone…

"Shh," someone was holding her, stroking her hair. She breathed in a familiar scent, a mix of salt and spice and rum "It's all right. It's fine, Anamaria, go back to sleep,"

"Love you," she mumbled, closing her eyes.

"Love you back," Jack said to her, and kissed the top of her head.

(Bring me to life)/

I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside/

(Bring me to life)/

Jack stood at the helm of the Pearl, watching the horizon dance tantalizingly out of reach. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked round into Anamaria's face.

"Hey," she said smiling at him.

"Hey,"

"I suppose we need to talk," she said, looking out on the sea. Jack turned back to the wheel.

"Do we?" To anyone looking up at the wheel, it looked like they were talking about the weather or the best course from here. "What could there possibly be that's so important you have to talk to me about it?"

"Well, we could start with the fact that… I'm in love with you, and with any luck you're in love with me,"

"Is that so?"

"Well, you had better be, because I feel very stupid right now, and would dearly love it if a hole came up and swallowed me,"

"Well, I wouldn't. One, because it would make a dirty great hole in my ship, which would vex me, to say the least, not to mention it would sink it, and also because I happen to love you too, so you falling into the deeps would be annoying, especially as I have just made that particular confession, and would think nothing of throwing myself after you, for much the same reasons as you,"

"Um," some of Jack's speech hadn't made sense, as he was saying it very fast and quietly with the sort of look on his face that suggested death to anyone who ever repeated the conversation. It was safe with Anamaria, who hadn't understood most of it anyway.

"Land! Land off the starboard bow! Land and women!" called Charlie.

"That boys got a one track mind if you ask me," said Jack staring at the dark hump of land that rose out of the sea.

"Anamaria! Come 'ere gel! Need a second opinion on this'n!" one of the men called

Anamaria muttered

"Talk later," and rushed off with her face flushed under her tan.

The moon streamed in through the port hole, and she could hear the waves lap gently at the sides of the ship. Distantly the sounds of laughter, music and song came from the shore. She shifted slightly, and Jack muttered into her hair and pulled her closer. His hair fell across her face, and she breathed in his scent like she was drowning. He muttered something about scissors and hedges. She smiled and caressed his arm till he quieted and closed her eyes and slept, unafraid and sure she belonged.

Maybe she would get her own ship next year.

A/N: Did anyone spot the Edward Scissorhands reference? I watched that today. It's so sweet. The Burton/Depp dream team does it again. They can't make a bad movie!

That's it. The proverbial happy ending. Could have been worse, considering it was based on an Evanescence number…

Fin