Here is the next chappie of He Returns. If you can think of a bette name, please tell me, by way of review or private message. Ok, lets get this show on the road, people!

I own nothing. Wish I did. gosh, I say that very chapter. I own the Pirates of the Caribbean T-shirt I'm wearing. That's about it.

Again, sorry in advance for typos. Tell me if you see anything.

Rose couldn't believe she was actually doing this. This was crazy. It wouldn't work. But it was their only hope. If this didn't work, they were screwed, to use Jack's terminology.

She was around the corner from the room where Jack was being held. This was definitely the place. The man who was standing guard was the man who had separated her from Jack.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She'd never do it if she thought about how dangerous this was. Without waiting another second, she stepped around the corner and began walking down the corridor.

The man saw her, and his eyes widened in recognition. He was silent in shock for a moment. Then rose couldn't take it anymore, and started running. "You! Girl! Rose! STOP!" he yelled, and began to chase after her.

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As soon as they were out of sight, Molly rushed to the door, picked the lock, opened the door, and saw the room and stopped dead. It was empty.

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Rose was beginning to tire. She had run up two flights of stairs, and now they were on the third deck. But if she was growing weary, her pursuer definitely was. She chanced a look back, and he was sweating and gasping.

She wasn't going to take the chance of him catching her though. She sprinted to a door. Luck was on her side; the door wasn't locked.

She just had time to lock it before he slammed into it. Knowing she was safe until he left and ran for Cal, she turned around and had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming.

Jack was lying, unconscious, on the floor, bruised and bloody. She ran over to him and tried to shake him awake. He didn't even stir. Tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"Jack," she whispered, "Jack, please wake up." He was alive, but that was only because he was a survivor. He was fighting. As long as he did that, he would live. He wouldn't give up easily. Rose hoped. The keys to the room were hanging in a cabinet. She grabbed them and sat down on the floor, holding Jack, to wait for the man to go get Cal. Then she would leave, go get Molly, and the both of them would carry Jack to the room, and they would be relatively safe.

The second the sound receded, Rose got up and crossed to the door. "I'll be back soon," she whispered to Jack's lifeless body, and left the room, after locking it.

Molly was still standing in the doorway of the empty room in shock when Rose found her. "Molly," she said softly, and her friend was jolted back to Earth, "Jack's practically dead in a room on the third deck. I found it when that man was chasing me. The man went for Cal, but he might not be back by now. I need your help to get Jack to the room you have for us."

Within seconds they were running up the stairs to the fourth deck, and another minute and they were in front of the door. Rose quickly unlocked the door. Hesitation now would mean Cal would find them. They grabbed Jack and started, noticeably slower, going towards the room where Molly had found for them. They were going as fast as they could, quite a speed. Jack was abnormally thin, but he was fit. The muscle added to his weight, so it was amazing they could go this fast. It was good it was lunchtime. Most people weren't around to see this. Those who did just thought someone had been gravely injured and he was being taken to the doctor and backed out of their way.

The room was on the third deck, thank God, and they made it there not a moment too soon. Cal must have ordered the boat searched for Jack. They could hear him and his men walking around as they passed their door. but they wouldn't go into people's rooms.

They rested Jack on the bed. "He looks really bad," said Molly, checking him all over for more wounds. Thee were a few on his chest, but they weren't so bad. The real bad news was his head, neck and shoulders. There was a cut in his shoulder that was caked with dried blood. "That's a knife cut. Pocketknife, most likely. And that," she pointed to the various bruises over his face and neck, "are most likely from a fist than anything else. If someone had hit him that hard with metal, there probably would have been bleeding. He put up a good fight."

Rose didn't doubt a single word from the blonde woman. She was a nurse, after all. But she was horrified at what they had done to Jack. How was she ever supposed to love a man who could hate so much? Let alone the man she had given her whole heart to.

Molly broke the silence. "I need to go get some bandages, and some disinfectant. And possibly something for those bruises. For now, get a cloth from the bathroom and do the best you can with that cut. If he wakes up before I get back, which it unlikely, ask him what happened. If he can't remember you when he first sees you, don't panic. Give him about two minutes, he'll remember. It's highly unlikely, but he may have a concussion."

Rose immediately did as she was told. Molly left, and right after she left, Rose locked the door and went back to cleaning off his cut. This was something useful. This was how she liked to spend her time. Doing something productive.

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Molly got the things she needed, trying to stay out of sight of the men looking around the ship. There was one particularly heart-stopping moment where Cal nearly saw her. Molly had managed to duck out of sight just in time. She hurried more after that incident.

When she knocked on the door, it took Rose a second to come to the door. In that second, one of the men working for Cal saw her. Rose opened the door, but the man didn't see her. But he was sure to tell Cal that he saw a blonde crewgirl with a ton of first aid stuff going into a room.

Jack still hadn't woken up. The first thing Molly did was finish cleaning the cut on his shoulder. "He'll have a scar there for quite some time, if not forever. You can't do much for bruises, but a few of them are swelled. I have ice to help with that. I'll check his head to make sure that there is not concussion."

And she did just that, while Rose held bags of ice on the worst of the swellings. She did this for what seemed like hours. It might have been hours. Rose was only vaguely aware of it when Molly announced that he had no concussion. She was just concentrating on holding the ice steady, and praying for him to wake up. The last time this had happened, he nearly hadn't.

She was holding the ice bag to the last swelling when he finally came to. His eyes opened slowly, then he groaned.

"My head... ow... Rose?" He noticed her. It took all the restraint she possessed to stop her from hugging and kissing him.

"Yes, Jack, it's me... We're so glad you're awake... Molly and I..."

"Molly's here?" Rose nodded. "Where is she?" Molly had been standing back, giving the two of them their space and time. Now she stepped forward and said, "Welcome back. You gave us quite the scare. You will be pleased to know that you aren't severely injured. One cut on the shoulder that might give you a scar for life, but other than that, only bruises. You were extremely lucky, again. If Rose had found you an hour or so later, that cut might have gotten infected and you might have been beyond saving."

Jack nodded. The idea of that scared him a bit. But he had cheated death twice. That was something. It was good to know that he hadn't been lying to Rose when he said he was a survivor.

"What on earth happened to you that you got beaten up so badly? Rose asked, horrified. Jack smiled. She was losing her perfect English. All this hanging around with him and Molly was rubbing off on her. She would fit right in when they got to America.

"Well, I was just sitting in there after you left, waiting for you to come back. Then Hockley came in and tried to grab me to take me to another room, or something. I guess he wanted to keep you from finding me. He hadn't realized that I wasn't handcuffed anymore. The second her grabbed me, I hit him somewhere that disabled him for a while. Self defense, you know. While he was down, I made a break for the door. But he had brought some of his friends. They caught me, but they knew that I wasn't chained. After all, they're not blind. It would have made my life so much easier."

Rose smiled at the small joke, but she felt if he stopped he wouldn't be able to keep going, so she remained silent.

"I fought with them too. I may be pretty good at defending myself, but I can't fight when it's five to one. At least, not for very long. That's where I got some of my bruises. Finally one of them hit me in the collarbone and I was temporarily stunned. They took the advantage and dragged me to another room. They didn't bother to lock it. They said something about a decoy, because by then I think they knew that Rose had escaped from the room she had been held in... You don't know how relieved I was when I found ou you were ok."

"Yu don't know how relieved we are to know that you're alive," Rose burst out, "At least he wasn't going to harm me."

"Yeah, well. I finally was able to move, and I started to fight them again. One of them knifed me. I kicked him in the stomach, but there were more of them. I think I managed to black a few eyes before I went unconscious. Either one of them knocked me out, or it was from the blood loss. I think you pretty much know the rest, 'cause I sure don't. I blacked out, and wake up here."

The two women filled him in on what they had done, saying it from both of their points of view. When they finished, Molly left to go get them some food.

It had been a few minutes after she had left, Jack said, "I think I can stand up."

Rose opened her mouth to tell him not to, but he was already sitting up and pulling himself off the bed. He looked much better on his feet. He looked so wrong, lying in bed, helpless. He looked stronger standing up, more in his element. Then he kissed her, and any worries were driven out of her head. When he pulled back, Rose started sobbing into his shoulder.

"I thought you were going to die! I was so afraid, and what Molly said only made it worse..."

"Rose, it's fine, I'm fine, and soon we'll be off this stupid ship and we'll put a few hundred miles between us and Cal, and he won't bother us again."

They at on the edge of the bed, his arms around her, comforting her. They had been sitting like that for a while when they heard to sharp knocks on the door. Rose tensed up. It wasn't the knock she and Molly had agreed on. She put a finger to her lips to tell Jack to be quiet. He obeyed, not making a move or sound. She did the same, as another three knocks were made on the door. The person obviously gave up, because they heard no more knocks, but they heard knocks on other doors. Probably announcing dinner. Then they heard four knocks, then two, and Rose got up and let Molly in. She had food, and all three of them ate.

Jack told Molly abut the knocking. Molly told them not to worry. The person didn't try to force entry, she reasoned, so they shouldn't worry about that right now.

"Anyway, we are docking in New York tomorrow. You will be able to really get Cal out of your lives. I personally might leave New York. I might even come with you where you're going, wherever that is. I need to get away from New York. That's where I've lived my whole life, and I haven't really seen any more of the States."

"We'd love for you to come with us," said Rose, while Jack nodded in agreement.

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

Jack and Rose both knew she wanted to stay with them for their own benefit, not hers. They appreciated it, but they let Molly think that her bluff had worked.

She left, telling them that she would come back tomorrow when the ship would be drawing into the harbor.

Rose was locking the door when, finally, the day's events caught up with her. She nearly dropped to the floor in exhaustion. She made it to the bed and collapsed onto it. Jack took off her shoes and pulled the blanket over her, and waited for sleep to come for him. There was finally peace, after so many emotions and actions. He hoped there would be more of this kind of moment in the future.

I ended the chappie better this time. Jack it ok. Yay! I hope all of you knew I wasn't gonna kill him. If you thought that, you obviously don't know me at all. Well, that's two pretty long chapters in one night. That is pretty darn impressive. I hope you're all happy. Review please! I forgot to ask last chappie. Ok, so I'll update as soon as possible. Meytal, now you can't kill me. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! None of you except for Mey-Mey will get that. Whatever. If you think any of the characters are experiencing OOCD (out of character disorder) plese tell me, and I will try to fix it.

Bye Bye! (again)

Jenn