"So Lifelike!"
By GirlX2
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Matt unlocked the front door with trepidation. The possibility of Jack not wreaking anything had seemed much more likely when he left for work than it did right now.
Much to his surprise, the Pirate was sitting in his room, apparently in deep thought. Matt cleared his throat, breaking Jack's trance.
"Oh. 's you." Jack said with little emotion.
"Yeah, its me. You ready to go back to Dana's?"
"More than you could possibly know."
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Dana was now stretched across her own couch, having been released from the hospital. She flipped boredly though the six channels her TV offered, finding nothing remotely entertaining.
"If I could sit at the computer I could at least watch Freakazoid cartoons." She sighed. Her ankle wouldn't allow for that, however, unless she got onto her new crutches.
A knock at the door snapped her attention from this train of thought. "Matt?"
"Yeah!" Matt yelled back.
"Key's on the ledge, c'mon in!" She called.
Matt fumbled with the key for a moment, having to set the box/room down to do so. Jack didn't say anything at this, but rolled his eyes slightly. He was going to be very happy to say goodbye to the Whelp.
Matt picked the box back up and peeked in the doorway.
"Avon calling."
"Veeeery funny." Dana replied.
Barking brought everyone's attention to the floor. Three white and black spotted dogs began sniffing Matt and trying to jump on him.
"Ack! Sampson, NO! Muggle, Delia, stop! Down!" Dana yelled.
After a few slurps, the dogs seemed to lose interest and dissipated.
"And those, I presume, would be your three ferocious pets?" Jack said as Matt set the box down.
"Hey, they're a lot more intimidating if they don't know you." Dana replied. "They've know Matt for years."
"Yeah, and that still doesn't stop Sampson from trying to kill me." Matt replied, sitting down.
"He's a psycho, but he's a good boy." Dana cooed as the aforementioned dog approached her. "He was abused, he doesn't know any better. Who's a good boy?"
Sampson rolled onto his back and Dana rubbed his tummy.
"A complete maniac, no doubt." Jack smirked at Matt.
"Shut up."
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"Dere. Its ready." Tia Dalma pronounced. Gibbs gave her a slightly skeptical look.
"It, um…It looks like liquor."
"Aye, that's so." The Voodoo woman agreed, pouring it into a funnel-shaped bottle. She stood over Jack.
"I'm gonna need silence for dis, so don't be askin' stupid questions." She glared at him.
"Whatever you say." Gibbs held his hands up.
Slowly, she leaned over Jack, and poured the drink into his mouth.
"Drink up Jack."
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Jack kept a watchful eye on the sleeping dogs from his perch on Dana's shoulder. Just because they seemed harmless now was no guarantee they wouldn't try and eat him when his guard was down.
"…And that's how I caught him." Matt finished telling Dana the whole story of Jack's escape.
"Well, the important thing is you got him back."
"You're still a little mad, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah."
"Okay, just checking."
"If you hadn't been such a git I wouldn't have done anything." Jack said defensively.
"Uh-huh." came the skeptic reply from both teens.
Dana snuggled against Matt, causing Jack to wobble on her opposite shoulder.
"Would you mind not d-"
Jack sentence was cut off by a sharp gasp of pain.
"Are you okay?" Dana placed him onto the arm of the couch.
"I…don't know." Jack had one arm clutched over his stomach. "It feels like-OW!"
"What's wrong now?" Matt sounded alarmed.
Jack had doubled over from the blinding pain. His entire body felt like it was being doused in the coldest waters of the sea, while his skin was being flayed. He let out a gasp, sure that some vital fluid would start leaking from his mouth at any moment.
"Jack!" Dana's voice was wobbling. "What is it?"
"Being…ripped apart." Jack managed though clenched teeth. He squeezed his eyes shut.
There were more sounds; yelling, screaming, the ocean at full storm; all faded after a few moments. The pain went with them. Jack slowly opened his eyes.
A familiar face stared down at him.
"Jack?" Tia Dalma said quietly.
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Don't fret, there's one more chapter coming!