A/N: Hello readers! Thanks for your lovely reviews! Its starting to get exciting now!


Carolina stepped into her apartment, shutting and locking the door behind her and letting out a sigh of relief. The thought of just crashing on the couch, putting a movie on or reading while eating some chocolate sounded more than lovely. While walking into the living room, she began to kick her shoes off, take her sweater off and throw it onto the coffee table and unclip her hair.

Jack phased through the door, stopped just in the room and shivered. It felt as if he actually struggled to walk through the door, as if he was thicker in form. Shrugging, he sat back on the couch and propped his feet up while watching Carolina wander around the room.

"Yer' know love," he began while taking a pillow and putting it behind his head, "yer' look much lovelier with yer' hair out."

Carolina stopped from going through the mail by the kitchen counter and turned back to face the couch. She blinked several times, her mind buzzing with confusion and contemplation. Chewing her lip, she eyed the room, wondering why her ears had begun to feel hot. Looking back towards the kitchen, her grey and white cat, Bailey, jumped onto the counter with a meow.

She let the mail down on the counter and scratched the slim felines head, "Kitty, I think I'm going crazy," the cat tilted it's head, closing it eyes and enjoying the attention, "I could have sworn someone said something about my hair just then."

Jack grinned from his comfortable position on the couch, "Progress already!" He noted the cat now sitting up right, its glorious amber and green eyes fixated on his form in an intimidating notion. Carolina stopped scratching its head, noticing that Bailey was now sitting and completely ignoring her. Turning to look at where the cat was staring, it was at the couch.

"Something is up", she murmured and walked right past Jack and into the hallway.

Jack sighed, "Ye' tried, Bailey." The cat meowed, jumping from the counter, across the floor and onto the couch, nestling against Jack's hip. He gave a small huff of amusement, "Funny 'ow ye' felines see everything, ay? Me' good mates always get tormented by they're counter-parts tabby," he petted the cat and Bailey began to purr, "nasty little tiger, it is."

Carolina was in her room, getting undressed and walking across the hallway wrapped in a towel and right into the bathroom. Turning the hot water on, she stepped under the shower and let the delicious water kill her tense muscles. Her mind was buzzing like crazy, and an odd feeling had centered within her that she hadn't felt in a decade. She chuckled, thinking to herself, A decade? Sheesh, sounds old.

She began to hum a song she had heard at work today. It was a nice song, something that had only been released last month, "Mmm…I see a glow from far away…A faint reflection on the sea…"

Jack closed his eyes, a sudden warmth, a relaxing state had simmered over his body as if his muscles over his shoulders were being tended to. The soft murmur of Carolina singing softly shivered in his mind. The words escaped his lips as he let his head fall back, content, "I left some words quite far from 'ere to be a short reminder."

"I laid them out in stone in case they need to last forever…"

Carolina's eyes flew open, the maroon brown simmering brightly and she gasped.

Jack shot up from his seat, scaring the sleeping cat next to him. His body felt as if tiny little pricks were dancing along his flesh, or his celestial form. It didn't hurt, but it did feel as if he had just had - goose pimples!

He shook his head, stumbling slightly. Bailey looked amusingly at him with lazy eyes. His lip twitched at her, "Shut up."

Jack strolled down the hallway and he carelessly stepped into the open bathroom. Carolina was still in the shower, her form just visible through the scratched designed shower door. A mischievous smile curled onto his lips as he leaned against the door frame.

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Carolina turned the faucet off and wringed her hair of water. Opening the shower door, she stepped onto the cold tiles, her back to the bathroom door as she reached over and wrapped a towel around her body. Leaning over the sink, she looked up into the mirror and jumped back, startled.

Across the reflective glass, written in simple print was: Nice show, love…

Blinking several times, she spun quickly to look into the hallway, but no one was there. Looking back at the mirror, it had already fogged up, no sign of writing at all. There was the sound of a deep chuckle, something so faint that she was sure she could have mistaken it for her stomach rumbling!

Frowning, she walked across the small distance between the bathroom and her bed room. Her room felt unusually chilly, but she assumed it was because her body was so hot from the hot water.

Jack was highly amused, standing by the door frame as his Carolina moved about her bed room, this confused and paranoid expression upon her ethereal features. He could literally feel some of the emotions that ran throughout her, and he enjoyed the way she was constantly alert with hints of paranoia. Emotions like that had kept Jack alive.

He snickered, Well, alive-ish.

A pleasing smile was on his roguish face as she let the towel drop, her back to him. He took the briefest moment to observe her womanly figure, before frowning and feeling guilty. She was this wonderfully formed human, this creature of ethereal beauty, a combination of exotic and mysterious, and he was perving on her!

He mused to himself, "Well, I've only seen her backside, so it's not really looking at anything."

Then he felt the wave ofrealization that came from her, and then he felt the pangs of panic. She turned, now clothed in her bra and underwear.

Her eyes became wide, taking in the semi-visible form of a man; a man of five foot ten or so, dressed in grey breeches with leather boots, a white, cotton tunic, his chest visible, a man with a red and white striped sash around his waist with a belt, a man who had a perfectly chiseled face with a perfectly trimmed moustache and braided goatee, his untamable hair full of beads held back with a red bandana, and this man also had those wonderful dark chocolate eyes lined with the ravishing appeal of black kohl, and this man, she thought she'd never see again.

She screamed.

Jack screamed just as loud.


A/N: I don't know why, but in my head this was so funny. I pictured it to be the type of scream in the voice that Jack says 'What?" in DMC when they're digging up the chest. Kinda gay-ish, but oh so adorable! haha!