A/N: I know, I'm a bad person. But here - have a chapter to feel better :) Sorry if there are any mistakes. I try to read over my chapters a few times, but sometimes I still miss stuff! Hopefully it isnt too bad :)

R'R MUCH APPRECITED!


"Ouch! Shit! Ow, ow!" Lina fanned at her dress as the hot, brown liquid seeped into the material and stung at her skin.

"Clumsy idiot!" Jack yelled at the man who had just bumped into Lina, spilling a freshly made coffee all over her front, staining her ruffled-cream, baby doll dress.

Lina let out a sigh, letting her dress fall and stick to her thighs, "Jack, this day is already crap. I have a burn on my hand from the oil spitting from the frying pan and now my thighs are red from more burns and my dress is ruined!"

Jack's warm eyes gazed down at her pouty, annoyed expression. He couldn't help but give a small smile.

Lina huffed, "What?"

"Nothin', love," Jack replied, gold specks glittering from his grin, "ye' just damn cute when ye' upset."

Lina sighed in annoyance, "Jack, as flattering as you can be, I'm really just considering calling in sick just so I don't have to make an ass out of my self, even more so than I am now. I look like an idiot -" she threw her bandaged hand up then pointed at her coffee-stained dress, " - no one at work is gonna listen to me when I look like a hobo."

Jack placed his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, "We could go back and get ye' a change of clothes?"

"It's too late. I start work in less than ten minutes."

Lina felt Jack's warm lips press against her head. Warmth shot up throughout her body and then a wave of clam settled over her.

"Look," Jack began as they continued walking, "there is no use in cryin' over spilt rum. If anything', ye' should go to work and just do that, work hard. Who gives a rats-piss what any landlubber thinks of ye'."

Lina chuckled.

"Anyway, I think ye' look cute all messed up and stuff." Jack added and squeezed her shoulder.

-

"Thank god you're here!" A man with a clip board and head-piece exaggerated as Lina entered the cluttered room.

Before she could even open her mouth, the quirky man was rambling like a maniac.

"Dolce and Gabbana moved their show up three days, which is today, and the models are arriving by the skeletal rib-cages -" he turned his attention to the crowed room and shouted, " - SOMEONE GIVE THEM SOME FOOD - and we only have six hair people and three make-up crew, including yourself! And one of the make-up girls is sick and keep vomiting everywhere!" He threw his hands up dramatically, "Lina, Lina, Lina! We really need you're help!" He suddenly began serious, "You're at station three. Chop, chop!"

Lina and Jack stared at the crazy, clip-board baring, head-set wearing man. The man brushed his hand over his balding head and suddenly said to Jack, "My name is Hamilton. Feel free to call on me whenever you need, handsome."

Jack's eye became wide and before he could say anything, Lina dragged him away to her station. Throwing her bag under her make-up counter, she sank into her seat and stared at Jack. Immediately, she burst out into giggles.

"Hamilton has the hots for you!" Lina sang childishly.

Jack turned his nose up dramatically, "Well, I don't blame the fella'. No human, creature or entity can resist Jack Sparrow."

Shortly after a brief conversation, Lina was given model after model to turn into 'ghouls-with-sex-appeal'. Jack had brought Lina's iPod with him and attached it to the stereo sitting in the station next to them. Bohemian Rhapsody blasted through the dressing room.

"Lina! It's good to see you!" One of the models called out. She hurried over and sat herself down in Lina's seat to be made up. Her eyes fell on Jack, "And who is this?"

As the entire play list of Queen hollered over the noisy participants of the D&G show, Lina found that most of the models were queuing by her station. She wasn't sure if it was because of her make-up skills or because of Jack.

Gazing past the huge, pouf of Adrianna's hair, Lina could see Jack surrounded by models who all seemed amazingly drawn to his rugged, charming appeal. The smallest pang of jealousy shot through Lina and Jack suddenly turned to meet her eyes. Warmth settled over her and the ugly emotion disappeared. Lina began her fourteenth model.

"I love it!"

"Great work, you really nailed it."

"Can I get a picture with you?" Elle asked and quickly snapped a shot. "I'll put it on my myspace."

"Come on, people! We don't have all day!" Hamilton screamed repeatedly, "The show starts in less than an hour and we still have fittings to do and we all know that the -"

"Hamilton," a man with a thick Italian accent interrupted. Hamilton almost dropped to his knees. "There is no need for you to scream in these peoples faces. I am sure they know what they are doing."

Models gasped, designers collapsed and Lina and Jack just looked confused.

"Who are they?" Lina whispered to a blond haired girl sitting in the make-up chair.

"Who are they?" The girl said incredulously, "they are only the best designers in the world - Domenico Dolce & Stefano Gabbana!"

Lina looked at Jack and shrugged.

"I also think that you were not very prepared, Hamilton," Stefano added, "you are very understaffed. Did you not listen to our suggestions? We asked you hire thirty. Not fifteen."

Domenico shook his head at Hamilton. The balding man looked like he was going to cry.

Stefano suddenly noticed some of the model's make-up, "Domenico, look at this girls make-up. It is exactly what we wanted, yes?"

Domenico sighed, "Yes, very much so. Stunning. Hamilton!"

"Y-yes?"

"Who is responsible for this work of art?"

"W-well, you see, I can up with the concept -"

"Hamilton," Stefano pursed his lips, "you are not the make-up artist. You are merely a co-ordinator."

"Tell them it was you", Jack hissed at Lina. Lina glared at him.

"No!"

"Fine," Jack suddenly cleared his throat and said loudly, "Ahem, gentlemen. I believe the talented woman ye' looking for is Lina, here. Lina has done over ten models in the past three hours."

All eyes fell on Lina.

"Um…"

Domenico walked over to Lina and placed a kiss on her hand. "Very, very nice, indeed," he murmured against her hand, "you have an exceptional skill, Lina. Do you have a card? Perhaps my associate and I will contact you in the next few weeks. Skill like yours is valuable in the world of fashion."

Lina nervously smiled, "Thanks! Sure, I'll get you one."

Jack watched as she fished a business card from her bag and gave it to Domenico. Jack's jaw locked as his eyes glared daggers into the Italian fashion mogul.

Stefano stepped forward and suddenly said, "The brown stains on your little dress are just divine. It's jilted, sexy, corrupt, outspoken. And that band you've used as a hand and wrist accessory! Excellent."

"I think it would suit this seasons look, don't you?" Stefano asked Domenico. He nodded in agreement.

"What did you use to stain your dress, beautiful?" Domenico asked Lina.

"Uh, it was an accident. Someone spilt coffee on me on the way to work this morning. And I spilt oil on my hand, so I had to bandage it up."

"Wonderful!" Stefano stated happily, "Simple answers to simple questions. Hamilton! Get some coffee and some pieces of material for bandages! Get them on the models fast!"

Hamilton was on the task like a rash on a baby.

"I will be in contact with you very soon, Lina", Domenico said with a curl of lip. Both men left shortly after. The room was loud with preparations again.

"Jack!" Lina squealed excitedly, "Did you see that? Dolce & Gabbana want me to work for them! How good is that!"

Jack smiled, his eyes still staring at the door that both men had exited at, "It's wonderful, love. That Dolce scum better watch himself."

Lina blinked hard, "Huh? Is that jealousy, Jack?"

Jack suddenly shook his head, "Oh, no , love. Ole' Jack is just looking out for ye'," he suddenly changed the subject, "hey, ye' got one of the things on the list checked off!"

Lina gave him a dazzling smile and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Thanks to you."