A/N: Hello readers! Sorry for such a long delay! I was away at the snow, then my beta, Puck, was also away, so both of us were busy. None the less, here are two chapters for you! Double update! YAY!

Just a shout out to Puck for doing a wonderful job beta-ing these two chapters!

Just a note also, if anyone has any questions like how old I've made Jack seem, or a better explanation on the 'connection' they share, then just ask away!


In all honesty, I couldn't help but feel so overwhelmed with happiness that Jack was back and fear because I wasn't sure if it was my mentality cracking. I had to keep staring at him. I didn't want to blink because in that split second, he could vanish right before my eyes. I mean, the man, or Pirate to be exact, was once notorious for vanishing beneath the eyes of the friends, enemies, lovers and of course, the law.

But, I was still unsure of him. A man, a ravishing pirate had returned back into my life after years of convincing myself he didn't exist and it was due to my lack of friends that I had conjured him up out of my imagination and fell head-over-heels for him. Then again, my 'Pinch him to see if it hurts' technique did work.

I could feel the warmth from his body as he held me. I could even feel his chest rising and falling as he breathed the cool air right onto the top of my head. There was an unusual glow to him.

"Yer' convinced I'm real now?" He asked as I let go and sat back in my original position. His eyes glittered with that common cheekiness I had grown up loving.

I chewed my bottom lip and just observed him then cringed slightly as I apologized, "Jack, I'm sorry for throwing those things at you," he rose his eyes brows at me as I continued, "you have to understand that pretty much anyone would react the way I did."

He sniggered, "Nah, love. I woulda' imagined just tha' scream an' the fainting, whereas you, my dear, I expected that reaction yer' gave."

I gave a small, embarrassed smile, "Yeah, I guess. But you were just a figment of my imagination."

He gave that little twinge of hurt, "Love, yer' gotta stop sayin' that! It's level of offence does not decrease with the amount of times yer' say it."

I nodded, rubbing his sore arm, "I'm sorry for that too."

He grinned, his golden teeth winking at me, "No problem. Now, I do believe yer' have some alcoholic beverages within that refrigerator of yer's? I would like to test the rest of my solidified form to other privileges."

I rolled my eyes while getting up. The man hadn't changed at all.