Disclaimer: PoTC and all the characters from it belong do Disney and no profit is being made here by its use. What I do own, yet make no profit off of either is Juno Alex.

Author's note: Hi everyone! I'm back! My trip to Victoria was a blast! Harbour Air Seaplanes is an awesome service, and renting scooters and scooting around downtown Victoria all day is a lot of fun. My boyfriend bought me a plush octopus. We named him Jones. Jones now resides on my bed beside my Whale. They're friends. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 12: Bad Maccus

"So, you failed to procure your girl," commented Cutler Beckett that slow way of his.

"She's lost her memory. Probably a side effect of the accident that brought her here in the first place. But that Squid-guy didn't seem too eager to let go of her, either." Fairfield was in a bitter mood, and Beckett's tone was not helping.

"Of course. If she is everything you've told me she is, then it would take a fool to give her away. Also, it is quite alarming that she is indeed working for Jones." Beckett got up and walked around his desk. "However, there may be a way to…sway…Jones. I have in my possession something he wants back."

"Yeah. I didn't mention it during my last meeting with him, as you requested."

"Good. Then he won't be expecting you to return with this:" Beckett had unlocked a drawer hidden in the wall and he now withdrew a rusted key from it. Dangling it in front of him, Beckett smiled. "Show him this. Jones will know what it is when he sees it."

"We can't go back! He'll kill us this time!" interjected Link, who, until now, had been sitting silently beside Robert.

"Of course you'll go back. You'll go because your Captain Robert Fairfield here desperately wants his toy back. And you'll go because I want you to go. The longer Jones has that girl the more difficult it is for me to go ahead with my own plans," explained Beckett.

"Well if you want to control the Squid so badly, then why don't you just do it yourself?" Link shot back.

"Why should I do something myself when I have two most eager men right in front of me who will do it for me?" Beckett raised an eyebrow, and watched Link sit back, defeated. "No doubt he uttered threats at your last meeting. But not to worry! Though Jones is a menace, he still at times honourable. He will most likely wait until you are in range for a broadside. But you will make sure you show him why you're there before he gets his chance."

"Yup. But before all of that happens, I'm gonna take a night on the town." Robert was tired of listening to Beckett and got up.

…..

"Rob…maybe we should just go back. Either we go back and leave Juno here, or go back and get some more equipment so we can just take her." Link was sitting in front of Fairfield in one of the many bars in Port Royal.

"No. We've come too far already and jumping back will use up the charge we have left on our Jumper. We'll need to go through all that stupid clearance again just to get another one."

"But don't you think it's getting too dangerous now?" Link gulped back some hard whiskey.

"I don't care how dangerous it gets. I want her back!"

"I know, but…can't we just make another one?"

Robert looked uneasily at his friend. "No."

"Why the hell not!?"

"Link…I…" Robert sighed. "Before we left, I destroyed all my data on her. No one can create another like her without it. It exists only in my head now."

"Why the FUCK would you do that??" Link shouted.

"Because!" and here, Robert enunciated his words with a fist thumping the table. "Juno Alex was my creation! And I want what belongs to me! If I can't have her, no one can." Robert had just finished his third cognac, and was sipping on a fourth. Link could tell the alcohol was letting loose a torrent of words Robert would have otherwise held back.

"You talk like she's just a tool or something. She's a real person you know."

"No she's not, Link. This is where she'll fool you. That's exactly what she is: A tool. A tool the country uses for their purposes, and a tool that I used to climb up the fucking corporate ladder. I've worked hard to get where I am, and I'm not going to let that stupid bitch ruin it all!"

"Maybe she's only a tool because that's all you've ever let her be. Didn't you notice? On that ship, she showed confusion, she was a little scared, and she made her own decision. She's probably never even experienced happiness!" exclaimed Link.

"She doesn't need to. I told you Link, she's a fucking TOOL."

Link sat back and remained silent. Something was wrong. He could see it in his friends' eyes. He had seen this look only once before. It had been with one of the Prototypes of the weapon; the one right before Juno. The prototype had been en route to be 'copied' by the Organization. They wanted all the data Robert had put in. But Robert would have none of it. He had killed the prototype before it had ever reached it's destination. Link witnessed the entire thing. He was now disturbed to see that same look in Robert's eyes. Link knew that Fairfield would rather see Juno dead than remain in the hands of Davy Jones.

…..

Davy Jones sat restless in his cabin. His mind was uneasy. He knew that the two men would be back for Juno. Jones also knew he would not be giving her up without a fight. She was no longer just a girl on the ship. The crew had grown fond of her, and she had grown fond of them. Often, Jones could hear Juno laughing and arguing with his men down below. He could see the relationship between her and Maccus had changed from mere acquaintances to perhaps friends. And it was too easy to see how Koleniko craved for her attention, while Hadras enjoyed teasing and poking fun at her. Tales of her battle exploits and gruesome tactics would be told from crew member to crew member and sometimes, Jones would catch them re-enacting certain scenes they had witnessed. Daily ship exercises and duties were also carried out to her fullest capabilities, though at times, reprimands were required. Juno Alex had certainly become part of the ship, part of the crew. It pained Davy to know that the terms of his agreement with Juno only stipulated that she stay in his service until she found out who she was; and it seemed inevitable; now that someone had come looking for her…Juno would soon know of her own past. Jones knew that should she wish to return with the two men, he would have no choice but to let her leave.

"Sir! Permission to enter?" a knocking was heard from the door. It was Maccus.

"Come."

Maccus shut the door behind him and entered the Captain's cabin. "I was only wondering sir, but in two days, it will be time. Are we making port?" Maccus was referring to the one day his Captain could step foot on land. It began sunset and lasted until sunset the next day.

Jones sighed and looked up from a book he had been trying to read. "I hadn't thought about it yet."

Cautiously, Maccus ventured a guess as to why the Captain hadn't thought about this day. Not a decade went by that he didn't think about this day. Something was troubling him. "I don't think she will leave, if that is what you're worried about, sir."

The book slammed shut onto the table, and Jones made a clicking sound as he stood up to his full height. "That is not what I should be worrying about!"

"Yet you are worried, are you not, sir?" Maccus pressed. He knew his Captain would not like to hear such things, but he also knew his appointment as first mate was due largely to the simple fact that he was friends with Davy Jones.

Davy paced around the table. Something about him seemed out of order. It was a rare occurrence to see Davy Jones flustered and indecisive. He waved his arm around while he spoke. "No, I'm not worried! I'm…I…just haven't thought about it. That's all!"

"Yes sir. I shall keep the current heading then."

"Wait," replied Jones. "Kingston. Head for Kingston. Perhaps we may glean information off the natives there. They are more willing than most to give up secrets for a price." He sat back down and picked up the book.

"Right sir. I'll get the ship ready."

…..

Maccus knew Kingston was too far to sail in two days time. They would never make it; unless they dove under the waves. Without reminding his Captain of this, he went about making the ship ready for a dive. He sent Koleniko to warn Juno she'd have to stay in the Captain's cabin for some hours while they cruised underwater.

"Juno?" Koleniko called out.

"I'm over here!" answered Juno, as she stepped out of a dark corner wrapped up in canvas. Her hair was dripping wet. "I was just washing myself, but I'm done now!"

"You do that down here? What if someone sees you?"

Juno smiled. "Don't worry; I usually peek out to see if everyone's busy first." She noticed Koleniko was blushing and he was trying to keep his eyes on the floor. She thought it was cute that he had a crush on her. "Is there something you wanted?"

"Uh…yeah…um…Maccus says we're gonna dive, so you have to stay in Cap'n's cabin for some hours." Koleniko shifted his feet around and wished Juno would just acknowledge so he could leave.

"Oh?" Juno's heart quickened. "Um, okay. I'll be up presently."

Juno dressed herself and sat on her hammock. The last time she had been in Jones' cabin, he had taken advantage of her. The memories of their lovemaking were still fresh in her memory. Unsure of what to expect, Juno got up, and slowly made her way up the stairs.

…..

It was a couple hours since Maccus had come, and Davy Jones had resumed trying to read his book. It was an old text he had taken off a shipwreck some time ago. Someone had translated a Greek story about a man's journey from Troy to Italy. It had been interesting, but today, he was having trouble keeping his mind on anything. He was interrupted as there was a knocking at his door…again.

"What this now?" he yelled.

In answer, the door creaked slowly open, and Juno gingerly stepped in. "The ship's about to go under, sir. I was told to come here."

Jones raised his eyebrow. "Told by whom?"

"Koleniko. With complements from Maccus."

Jones snorted. "Well then you'd better shut the door behind you," he said coldly. Picking up his book again, he held it in front of his face. Click, came the sound of the door shutting. The next thing he heard were footsteps. Juno was walking towards him. Stay away stay away stay away was the mantra in Jones' head. He was surprised when the footsteps stopped. Lowering the book slowly so that his eyes could peer over the top, he surveyed the room. She was perusing the bookshelves to his left. Jones watched as she ran her finger over the volumes and finally settled on something that was on the bottom shelf. Juno pulled it out and sat on the floor, cross-legged. Hmph. That's where you should be he silently thought.

A couple hours went by with nothing said between the two. Davy Jones had unsuccessfully tried to read the rest of his book; he had barely turned over 3 pages. Instead, he had glanced over at Juno about a million times since she had sat down on the floor to read. She seemed absorbed in her novel, and he began to get irritated. Why was she acting so nonchalant? Was she lying when she had said those things by the ships' railing? What did she mean by acting like this? Was she trying to provoke him? Jones wanted to yell at her, he wanted to shout until she cowered in a corner and hid herself from his view. But when he glanced up to look at Juno once more, he noticed she was leaning her head against the bookcase. Her eyes were closed and the volume she had in her lap had fallen to the floor. Juno was asleep.

Jones stood up quietly and put his book down. Slowly, he stepped towards her, making sure his leg didn't clunk too loudly. When he was close, he crouched down to the floor to her level. Juno couldn't be very comfortable on the floor, and Jones noticed her head was bent at a slightly strange angle. He slid the book in front of her aside, and carefully reached his claw around her, through the space her body created with the shelf. With his right hand, he pushed her gently until she was leaning against his arm. As her head slowly tilted back, her small neck was revealed. Gently, he traced a line down the side of her face, touching her forehead, cheek, and running his finger lightly down her neck. Juno moved a little, and he stopped. Having her wake up and find him holding her like this was the last thing Jones wanted. He slid his arm under her legs, and lifted her up off the floor. He stood there for a moment, looking down at the girl in his arms. She seemed so delicate, as if he could break her so easily. Yet he knew the aftermath of her wrath. He had seen the severed bodies, and the looks of horror frozen on men's faces as they lay on the floor, innards spread out in front of them.

Gently, Jones walked over to his bed, and softly put Juno down. She stirred a bit as he sat down on the side of his bed, but was soon fast asleep again. He knew that it was her strength that had drawn him to her in the first place; that first night when she had killed so remorselessly. But then she had turned into such a childlike creature before him! Juno had definitely intrigued the Captain with her mix of strength and innocence, but Jones wondered when exactly it was that his non-existent heart had skipped a beat for her. He was about to get up when he felt something brush against his beard. Looking down, he saw it was Juno. She had awoken and was now playing with one of his tentacles. She was smiling.

"Don't they ever stop moving?" she asked quietly.

"When I'm asleep," came the gruff reply.

"How would you know? You'd be sleeping." She giggled a bit and rolled over to her side.

"Miss Alex-"

"Juno."

"What?" Jones desperately wanted her to stop playing with his face…but at the same time, couldn't bring himself to break away.

Juno looked up at the uncomfortable expression on her Captain's face. She smiled at him. "You call everyone else by their names. Call me Juno."

"Fine. Juno. Stop that," he looked at her hands.

In response, she did stop. She also drew herself closer and sat up on her knees, bringing herself level with the Captain. She searched his eyes for any hint of emotion. However, all she saw was only confusion and…fear?

I don't want to care about you. I don't want you. I don't need you. Jones was trying to will himself away from her. He was afraid of what might happen should he stay. You're afraid to love again. The voices in his head were telling him to leave, and leave quickly. But the feeling in his gut was telling him otherwise. Juno was moving closer again, and her hands pressed against his chest. Her face was so close to his. He wanted to kiss her. But you're afraid!

"Why don't you kiss me?" smiled Juno. "I've kissed you twice already." But Jones was unmoving. Literally. She could tell he wanted to get up and away from her, but something was stopping him. Shrugging, Juno brushed her lips against her Captain's. "Well…maybe third time's the charm, right?" She flicked out her tongue and ran it along Jones' bottom lip. She felt him shudder under her hands, but his mouth was warm and inviting. Jones' hand found its way to the back of Juno's neck. Slowly, he began to slide his hand to the front; he wanted to feel her soft breast. She whimpered softly as his thumb ran over her nipple. Jones moved his hand lower, so he could get under her shirt. Juno moaned into his mouth when he touched her breast again. He loved feeling how soft it was, and he loved the feel of the soft bump of her nipple as he played with it.

Neither of them heard the knocking on the door. Worried, Maccus burst into the cabin, and was greeted by the sight of what looked to be his Captain molesting Juno. "Oh. Geez. Sorry!" he cringed as he hurriedly turned around and left.

Surprised and embarrassed, Jones pulled away and Juno moved to the far side of the bed. Her face was flushed, and she was habitually biting her bottom lip again. She looked at her Captain. He turned to face her, his expression was troubled. Without saying a word, he got up and left.

Well, at least this time he didn't throw you out… thought Juno.

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Author's note: As you can see, I named the chapter after Maccus. I wonder how far Juno and Jones would've gone if he hadn't interfered and walked in! Haha. Bad, Maccus, Bad!!! Though I would have loved to see the expression on Maccus' face when he saw that! Lol! Poor guy. Oh well. This chapter was more filler than anything, sorry guys. But at least Jones is warming up to Juno now. He's realized how he feels towards her, but he's afraid to act on it lest she betray him. But we all know she won't. Anyway, next chapter will have the crew and Juno stepping foot on land. Even Jones will see if his landlegs are any good. Until next time!