So this is one I set for meself. I was thinkin'…what if I did a different confession/first kiss scene? So this is it, a much different one, more of an angsty way of the love confession. This picks up from the moment Bree plays her duet with Jones. Oh, and no, there is nothing inappropriate. C'mon, it's me!

The fiddle clattered from Bree's hands. Her eyes were wide with horrified realization.

Jones turned, his eyes cold and filled with wrath. He stood, taking a step towards the girl. Bree took a step back, her eyes filling with unexplained tears.

"I'm…I'm sorry…I…I didn't mean-"

Bree was cut off as Jones, moving faster than expected, charged forward, slamming his claw into her throat, gripping her hard and slamming her against the wall.

Whump!

Jones was baring his teeth at her, his face fractions from hers as he roared at her, his voice booming out with rage and hatred, "How dare ye play that song!"

Bree felt the tears spilling over her cheeks, pain making her go dizzy. Why was this hurting her?

Jones began squeezing, not understanding the rage that was filling him, or the pain that stung at the hole in his chest.

Bree's mouth opened in silent agony, her eyes filled with a type of shock as she tried to form words, gestures, anything to communicate.

At last, a croaking voice forced itself between her quivering lips, still gasping for air.

"Please…please…"

Jones shut his eyes as he continued to squeeze, grinding Bree into the wall, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to the wall beside the girl, clenching his teeth as dampness soaked his cheeks.

Why? Why did it have to be her?

"I hate ye…ever since ye came on here…I've hated ye…ye worthless little whore!"

He suddenly wrenched her away from the wall, hurling her across the cabin, his voice rising into a vicious roar at the last few words.

Bree spun in the air twice before falling hard, her arms twisting awkwardly. She gave a cry, partly from pain and partly from a type of anguish she didn't understand. Tears refused to stop flowing, and she struggled to rise, but fell back, giving a shuddering sob.

Jones came at her again, grabbing her by the scruff, hauling her up and pulling her to him, gripping her so tightly that he could feel her body against his, and a shiver went through him. He hissed close to her ear, "Draw your sword…now!"

He thrust her away from him, and drew his blade, eyes flaming with hatred.

Bree fell back, both arms hanging limply at her sides. She looked up at Jones, pleading silently with him, pain etched into her scarred face.

But she found no mercy. Jones came forward, striking her heavily across the face, roaring out, "Draw your sword, ye little viper!"

Bree fell back again, but struggled up, pulling her sword out, fire igniting in her blue eyes, her lips twitching in a snarl.

Jones, not waiting, came forward, swinging out with his blade.

Bree, acting on instinct, raised her sword, blocking the blow, but Jones was so strong and forceful that the tremor in the blade caused the girl to fall back again, crying out in pain as her hands shook from the shock of the blow.

Recovering quickly, Bree ducked away, circling around quickly and leaping out, striking with her hand, claws unsheathed, at Jones' face, going by with a thrust to his torso. Jones roared out as her claws scored across his cheek, digging into one of his tentacles, but he deflected the sword, wrenching it from Bree's grasp. It went spinning across the cabin.

Bree cried out, but Jones went to the blade, hurling it back to the girl, "Fight, ye miserable weasel!"

Bree caught the blade, her hands shaking with fear and anger. She ran forward again, this time feigning a blow to the left but sliding low and striking out at Jones' leg. He grunted in pain as the blade cut through his thigh, and he stumbled slightly, but regained his footing quickly, catching Bree with a heavy cuff to the back of her shoulder.

Bree rolled away quickly, turning and parrying a blow from Jones, growling out in rage, "Ye've never been my captain! Ye've always been a slaver, always been the man I hated! I'll never stop hatin' ye! Ye're a heartless monster!"

Jones struck her across the face again, gritting out, "Ye're a vicious little brat! I should never 'ave let ye live! But death is too good for ye! Ye're a disgrace to the legacy o' piracy!"

Bree ducked to the side again, slamming her hilt upwards and hitting Jones on the jaw, screaming, "All the sea's fury ain't enough to express my hatred! The woman was right to leave ye! Ye're not worthy of anyone's love!"

Jones roared out in pain at her words, grabbing her wrist with his claw, this time aiming his sword towards her torso. He was rewarded with a groan of agony as his blade slid through two of her ribs, and he twisted the hilt cruelly, hissing into her face, "I swear, ye were a monster before ye joined this crew!"

Bree was half mad with the pain as the sword twisted inside of her, and she dropped her blade, grasping at Jones' blade, trying to tug it out of her, blood coating her hands. She screamed out, tears coursing down her face, "Just kill me! Kill me, please!"

Jones felt his mind whirling as he pulled her closer to him, teeth bared. What was he feeling? Hatred, so much he could see nothing but the girl's face. Fear and pain and anger were distorting the girl's features.

Bree…

"D'ye realize what ye've done to me?"

And then, on an impulse that had been waiting to burst out of him for too long, he drew her closer, his claw gripping the collar of her jerkin, pressing her body to his, and took her mouth with his own.

Bree didn't know how to react. She felt his mouth on hers, enveloping her, his arm winding around her waist as he pressed himself as close as it seemed possible to her. Bree felt the tears coursing down, but she let go of the blade, her arms automatically wrapping around Jones' neck as she answered, feeling a type of passion released in her.

A passion like a storm at sea.

Jones, without any thought and without pulling away from the girl, slid one hand down her torso and pulled the blade from her. Bree hardly felt it.

Jones dropped the bloodied sword to the ground, the lifted Bree in his arms, his mouth never leaving hers. He pressed her against the wall, his good hand going to her cheek. He felt blood and tears mixing on her neck, and her tears slid to his mouth, and he could taste the bitterness of the pain she felt. It was the same as his.

The girl's heart was beating hard in her breast, and he could feel it, pressed against his chest as it was. It was as if it were his own heart, and he was sure if he had it, it would be beating just as hard, if not more.

Jones renewed his efforts, relishing the taste of Bree's lips. She was so sweet…everything…everything he had never allowed himself to think…never allowed himself to hope for.

He drew away long enough to whisper her name, almost a question, "Bree…"

Bree didn't answer, only pressing her lips to his again.

All the while, both of them, as if sensing the other's thoughts, clung to one another, coated in sweat and blood. Jones' tentacles snaked around Bree's neck, softly stroking her, his claw pressed to her back as his good hand gripped her cheek.

Bree's arms pressed Jones' neck, clinging to his shoulders. She couldn't understand…how?

I love him…

Jones shivered as Bree's arms intertwined with his tentacles, realizing what he had never been brave enough to face.

I love her…