Disclaimer: No ownage of PoTC here. Not by me. Only good old Miss Alex, as Davy likes to call her. Oooh, what she wouldn't give for him to shout out her name: Juno. If you know what I mean. Wink wink.

Author's note: Smut ahead. You have all been warned. I have truly tried my best to keep everyone in character! So if you are offended by glorious, wondrous smut, then skip that part! Lol! If you don't know what smut is, then you haven't spent enough time on P

Chapter 9: You're a Cruel Man, Davy Jones

"Hey, Juno! That was a bloody hell good job over there!" Maccus was jogging up to meet Juno as she finished climbing the ladder. The others weren't far behind, either.

"Yeah! It's hard to believe that a wench, er, I mean girl like you did all that over there!" Even Jimmylegs, the bos'un was excited to see her back.

Juno smiled amidst the cheers and the smiling faces. The crew were actually making her feel welcome. The Captain might not want me, but at least the crew befriends me! She agreed to meet them in the mess hall for some drink and food. First though, she went to change out of her outfit and into something more comfortable.

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Juno ran down to her quarters, her feet pattering lightly over the steps. She was so absorbed in her own little world of happiness and acceptance and was daydreaming that she didn't notice the Captain standing in her way.

"Ouch!" she cried as she fell backward. She didn't know what happened, and was expecting to hit the floor hard until something caught her. It was then Juno thought to look up. It was Jones. He had caught her and was now drawing her close, back on her feet. His icy look made her feel uncomfortable. Juno mumbled a sorry, and stepped back a little.

"You forgot to tell me what information you happened to acquire on the ship, Miss Alex," drawled Jones in that Scottish brogue of his.

Juno straightened up as he said this. He was right. In her haste to get away from him she had forgotten to tell him! "One of the Lieutenants said that the chest was in control of Lord Cutler Beckett. It's on a ship now, going back to Port Royal. But he said that the chest is moved from ship to ship, so it never stays in one place."

Jones scowled. "Well then, if they want me to chase after every ship I see, so be it. Not one will be left in my wake after I'm done with it!" he clenched his fist and looked at Juno. She looked worried. "What?" he snapped at her.

"Can they really control you if they have it?"

"I wouldn't be this worried if they couldn't, would I?"

"What will you do with it when you get it back?"

"Hide it away where no one will ever find it again. Any more questions, Miss Alex?" he spat.

"No sir," she replied weakly. Juno watched as the Captain left. Does he really feel nothing at all for me?

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The next few days passed quite the same as the last few. They would come upon an unsuspecting ship, and Juno would search and destroy. Afterwards, the crew would spend time with her, drinking and socializing. Jones was happy he hadn't needed to expend extra powder or resources attacking ships. This afternoon, he was in his cabin, reading something when a knock came upon his door. "Come."

"Sir, the storm's too much tonight. We've already taken a reef off the sails, but it's more than just a stiff breeze! Permission to ready the ship to go down?" It was Maccus, soaked to the bone.

"Down?" That means Miss Alex will have to stay here…

"Sir?"

"Aye. Ready the ship to submerge. Inform me before you go down."

"Aye sir."

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In her room, Juno was busy writing something on some paper she had found on a ship. She had pulled the canvas curtain a little ways across so that she would be unseen by anyone coming down the stairs. They would have to be standing right in front of the bars to see her. A few other sheets of paper were littered around on her floor, covered in words. She looked up when she heard a clunk. It was Jones.

"How do you do that? I didn't even hear you walk down the stairs?" asked a confused Juno.

"Hmph," replied Jones as he rolled his eyes. He walked through her bars and said, "Any more questions, Miss Alex?" He watched her shake her head. Davy noticed that she was writing something. "The crew has requested that we submerge due to the storm. Gather whatever you need for the night and make you way to my cabin." He smirked at her a bit, "I wouldn't want my little pet to drown, would I?" Jones laughed at this, and walked away.

Juno waited until she couldn't hear his laughing anymore. It was getting hard for her to ignore how Jones treated her. She still got butterflies in her stomach every time he came near, and her heart always thumped so hard she thought it would break through her chest. But there was no getting through to him. It was as if he had put up a blockade against her. Of course, he'd always tease her, say things that would make her blush, or get close enough to give her goose bumps. And Juno would reach. She would reach for him in any way she could. But Davy Jones was always too far away, and Juno always fell short.

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No one answered when Juno knocked on Jones' cabin door. She knocked again, just to be sure before opening the door slowly. "Sir?" she called. There was no one there. Juno vaguely wondered if there were any hermit crabs around as she made her way to the table. She had been writing out a few words to a tune she had been humming. It was only when she reached the table that Juno noticed there was a new addition to the Captain's cabin. "The piano!" she whispered excitedly as she ran to it. Again, she let her fingers run lightly over the keys. Like her toy Whale, the instrument gave off a feeling of familiarity that Juno delighted in. She began to experiment with different chords, trying to form a harmony to go along with the tune she been humming.

Jones had watched Juno enter his cabin. He really wasn't too sure if he wanted to go in there. No matter how hard he tried, there was always a small part of him that wanted to accept her invitations. There were times when he would look at her and desire would well up inside him. He could never forget the way her body had felt against his own as she pressed her lips onto his. But he could also never forget the heartbreak of a betrayed love. Davy knew he would die before he experienced that again.

"Sir, compliments from Maccus and the ship is ready to go down," exhaled an out of breath Hadras.

"Very well. Take her down then." The Captain of the Flying Dutchman stood at the helm and watched as his beloved ship dove under the harsh waters.

Once the ship was under, the crew went around as usual. Though it was probably close to midnight, Maccus had his division running exercises: clearing for action, running out the cannons, etc. Jones saw Jimmylegs conversing with Greenbeard, and Clanker along with a few others were beginning a game not of Liar's Dice, but of X's and O's. Of course, bets were still being made. Jones yawned and steeled himself as he decided to retire to his cabin for the night.

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Not wanting to open the door lest water get in, Davy Jones simply walked through the wall. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but he was definitely not expecting to see Juno at the piano, softly playing. It seemed as if she was trying to write something out. Jones just watched as she wrote something down, and then began to play again. This time though, it wasn't just humming he heard; there were words:

It's like you're a drug,
It's like you're a demon I can't face down,
It's like I'm stuck,
It's like I'm running from you all the time,
And I know I let you have all the power
It's like the only company I seek is misery all around…
It's like you're a leech,
Sucking the life from me,
It's like I can't breathe,
Without you inside of me,
And I know I let you have all the power,
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time,
It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't feel anything
Nothing but you..

Davy just listened to the words she was singing. Her voice wasn't powerful by any means; it was vulnerable. Suddenly, he wanted to exploit this vulnerability. All of the harshness he felt towards her before, and all of the times he had screamed I don't want you! behind his words faded away as desire took over. Music was his weakness. It was the only outlet he had had over the years for his sorrow and pain. Hearing the emotion pour out of Juno captivated him like nothing else. Juno didn't have the whole song finished, but it was enough. Jones took a step forward. And that's when Juno realized he had been listening.

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Juno froze at the piano. He heard me… Her heart beating hard and fast, Juno got up and turned to see her Captain a few steps away. He was looking at her strangely. She didn't know what to say. Jones stepped closer to her and as he did, recklessly pushed the piano bench aside. In an instant he was in front of her, dominating over her small frame.

Nothing was said between them as Jones stood in front of her. He knew what he wanted to do, but he wasn't sure if he could. You're afraid of what might happen should she retreat from you… his inner thoughts were telling him. But Jones' hesitation was countered by Juno's initiative. It was a repeat moment from the lagoon. Except this time, Davy Jones found it hard to stop himself. He welcomed her tongue this time, as it sought out his own, and he didn't flinch when he felt her hands removing his coat and hat. There was however, a sharp intake of breath as Juno found his belt.

It was all happening so fast, and the next thing Jones knew, they had moved away from the piano and were nearing his rumpled bed. He couldn't have stopped himself now, even if he wanted to. All his desire that he kept locked within was pouring out. Davy Jones was positively primal. He couldn't wait, and soon, Juno's clothes were on the floor as well. Her hands were everywhere, and, just for now, to Davy Jones, she was everything. Just as it seemed she could take no more, he stopped. He looked straight in Juno's eyes, her eyes that reflected the same furious desire within him, and he said, "Turn around." Jones couldn't remember feeling as complete as he did this moment, and he growled as he came, barely hearing Juno's stifled cries as well.

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Davy Jones awoke in the morning to a strange feeling. Something he hadn't felt in a long, long time. He opened his eyes quickly, only to find that it was Juno. He could feel her heart beating. She had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder and her left arm was draped across his chest. For a moment, Jones wondered if last night was just a fantasy, a dream he had fallen asleep to. But another look at the girl in his bed told him otherwise. He remembered how at times she had pleaded him not to stop, he remembered the look on her face as he entered her; a mix of pleasure and pain. Juno had been completely in his control last night. And he had enjoyed every second of it. He had enjoyed seeing her body; he had enjoyed tasting it, exploring every crevice, every soft spot. Best of all, he remembered how many times: Three.

As Juno shifted around, his thoughts turned to what lay ahead. What have I done? Suddenly, it all seemed like such a bad idea. Davy realized it was a mistake. He should have never come back into his cabin last night. She could never be with him; and he could never be with her. It would just end the same: She would leave him, once she regained the rest of her memories. She would choose her old life, and never come back. Growing angry with himself, Jones sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Behind him, he could hear Juno stir.

"Davy? Awake already?" she asked, her voice full of sleep.

But her Captain was not in the mood anymore. "Get up. Get your clothes on. And once we've surfaced, get out," said Jones coldly. He didn't need to look behind him know he was hurting her. But there it was inside him: a small, minute part was saying, She deserves it, you know.

Juno was confused for a moment. What did he just say?? Then it dawned on her: He had just used her. Angry and abashed, Juno quickly got up, and put her clothes on. She sat on the edge of Jones' bed and watched as he made for the wall, already dressed in his Captain's attire. Just before he walked through, she said in a detached, cool voice, "You're a cruel man, Davy Jones."

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Author's note: The lyrics were from Kelly Clarkson's "Addicted" just in case you all didn't know. (Insert disclaimer here about how I do not own the song, or the lyrics or the tune or any part of it and no profit was made from the use of it in this story.) I just thought the words fit sooooo much here. Poor Juno, she really is addicted to the heartbreak that is Davy Jones. I also want to thank you reviewers. Seriously, when I read them, I get all giddy and wanna run around and stuff. ) I hope I kept Davy in character here. He seems like the kind of man who'd want it 'hard and fast' if you know what I mean. Wink. I think I explained to someone already, but I guess I should say it to all of you: Imho, Jones is not a romantic. Well, he is…but I think he wants revenge, too. He wants someone else to feel the same heartache and pain that he felt. I really don't think Jones would fall in love willingly again. Of course, he is still a man underneath all that…squid…so it's not like he doesn't have 'desires', but love is different. He wants to, but doesn't want to. I don't know if I'm making any sense here, guys. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chappie. I have to say, my own heart was beating fast while writing certain parts. Lol!