"So Lifelike!"

By GirlX2

Just a note, I've caught a small cold. The updates might be slow for a little while, but don't worry, it will be finished. :)

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After the his conversation with Dana ended, Matt let Jack out of the cage.

"If you take off again, Dana will kill you."

"You say so very often that someone is going to kill me, and yet here I am." Jack replied.

"You know, I think I have something that'll keep you in your place. How about we watch a movie?" Matt suggested. His eyes were alight with what Jack could only assume was malice.

"Wot, are you planning on showing the movie that's based on my adventures and watching the subsequent 'freak out', as you call it? I know my own life mate, and that's not going to work." Jack crossed his arms, smug with his own cleverness.

Matt shook his head. "No, I have a better idea."

He held up a tape labeled 'Sleepy Hollow'.

"Lets just see how you cope with what is essentially you."

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An hour and forty five minutes later found the two men staring at the TV screen intently.

"So, what did you think of that?" Matt challenged him.

Jack slowly turned to him.

"Are you telling me that man is supposed to be me?"

"Yep, amongst other characters."

"That's impossible. For one thing he looks nothing like me-"

"He's made up to look like that."

"-and for another thing, he's a bloody coward and a sissy."

"Acting, Jack."

Jack crossed his arms, verging on a major sulk. "I still don't like it. S' not good for my reputation."

"Well, in that case, you're really gonna hate Willy Wonka."

"Who?"

"Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka, the amazing chocolatetier…Never mind." Matt triled off after Jack gave hiim an incredulous look.

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Two hours later found the Captain largely upset.

"That…freak is supposed to be me as well?"

"Not you, its just the same actor." Matt corrected him.

"He's even worse than that ruddy constable!" Jack growled. "Although that factory-thingamajig was interesting. Seems there'd be a fair amount of valuables in such a place. Is that real also?"

"Nope."

"Bloody Hell."

"We've got time for one more…would you rather see yourself as a pathetic writer or as an outcast with scissors for hands?" Matt asked.

"Neither."

"Pathetic writer is it."
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After 'Secret Window' Jack was verging on a nervous breakdown.

"Not so pleasant seeing him murder all those people, eh?" Matt grinned, convinced the fight had been taken out of the Captain.

Jack shook his head. "Not that."

"Then what's got you so upset?" Matt asked, genuinely confused.

"I…was….blond."

Matt blinked in confusion. "That's it? You're upset because the guy's hair was blond?"

Jack nodded.

Matt groaned. "I don't freakin' believe this."

"He was the only one that looked remotely like me, and I didn't appreciate the changes, savvy?" Jack growled.

"Well good. Maybe now you'll refrain from trying to attack me and concentrate on that." Matt grumbled as he switched the TV off. "Its late anyway."

"Where did you place my effects?" Jack grimaced as Matt picked him up.

"Its in my room." Matt opened the door to his room. It was as cluttered as Dana's room, if not as large. The bed was a bunk bed. Jack's box-room was situated, somewhat perilously, atop a mound of clothes. Matt placed the pirate onto the bed.

"And you're not going to try to escape again?"

"Escape from what? I assume both of us will be asleep and not at each other's throats." Jack shot.

"Touché." Matt flopped into the bottom bunk.

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Jack awoke dazedly to the sounds of faint creaking. For a moment, he wondered why the Pearl wasn't rocking in its usual manner. The intense light flickering on overhead quickly dispelled the notion that he was at sea.

"What in the…" A voice started. Jack saw the face of a young man that most definitely was not Matt looming over him. The man had short brown curls, brown eyes, an a boyish face.

'Just be still, the Whelp will wake up and do something.' Jack tried to hold his breath and remain motionless as the man scrutinized him.

"What…Ian? Why are you here?" Matt said groggily.

"Why do you have a dollhouse and a replica of Jack Sparrow?" The man, apparently named Ian, shot back.

"Captain." Jack snapped.

Everyone in the room froze.

"Oh bugger."

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