Song: Terrified by Katharine Mcphee and Zachary Levi

My hand reached out quietly for my shirt on the floor. I casted a look behind me to see Jack still fast asleep on his back, the moonlight casting a silvery hue over his still-bare chest. His dread-locks were tucked neatly behind his ears, a contrast to the evening's "Activities."

I pulled the soft cotton fabric over my head and pulled my breeches on after. Behind me, I heard a soft groan from Jack. He was groaning, twitching in his sleep. His right arm tensed, the P shaped scar on his wrist striking as white against his skin. I leaned down and gently placed a kiss lightly on it, knowing that it was something to help him.

A tear skittered down his cheek, disappearing into his mane of hair. His eyes fluttered open, glassy with unshed tears. Our gazes met as he said in a soft, strangled sob, "Mala…"

"Shh…." I cooed, brushing the hair away from his eyes as he watched me. His arm snaked around my waist lightly, as if it was reassuring him that it was actually a dream and I wasn't. He curled up so his legs were against my back, his head on my knees facing towards me.


His breathing evened out, but not entirely enough to convince me that he had fallen asleep. His eyes flickered open as he shifted to sit up. We sat facing each other, the sheet falling to his middle to hide the rest of his bare body from my view.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice cracking from sleep. His eyes were bloodshot from stress. I reached out to rest my palm on his cheek and kissed his forehead, directly between his eyes before pressing my forehead to his. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes as if relishing the feeling.

"I have to leave."

His eyes widened in surprise and sadness. Both of his hands snaked across the blankets to grip my own in his. He pressed his lips in my knuckles lightly before almost begging:

"Please no, Mala."

I gave him a small smile before lowering my head to give him the most deepest, sweetest kiss I could muster in that moment. It was the first kiss I had initiated since being taken by him, it was the first I had given him willingly, not him forcing it on me since I had arrived. His body tensed in surpise before giving in, his hands winding into my hair. I wrapped my arms around his middle, holding his warm body close. His tongue skirted my inner lip for enterance that I instantly allowed. Our lips worked together almost feverishly. A soft, rumbling groan escaped from his throat as he smiled against my mouth.

I was the first to break away. His eyes were glassy as he gazed into mine for a solid moment. I gave another smile, more wider than before. He cleared his throat before speaking again.

"I at least have the right to know why, Love. You are my wife."

I pushed away from him to sit at the foot of the bed. "And since you are my husband, I will tell you a gist but not all of what it is I plan to do." I smiled a sheepish grin.

"I'm going to get you set free, Jack."

His face turned into a startled look as he then gripped my shoulders.

"No! Mala, I won't have you go on my part to make deals with the devil!" He declared sternly, his fingers digging into my arms almost painfully. I jerked away.

"If it's making a deal with this devil, you can call me the spawn of Satan,Jack! Or have you forgotten alread?" I snapped angrily, jumping to my feet to walk out the door only for his hand to grip my wrist and gently pull me back. Part of me hated myself for constantly letting myself go back to him.

Another part loved the feel of his hand on my skin.

He pulled me onto his lap, hugging me tightly to his chest as he breathed in deeply. His lips pressed to my hair as he murmured, "Don't leave angry, love. Never leave angry. You know better."

"If I knew better, I would stop coming back, Jack." I reminded him gently.

We sat for almost ten minutes until he whispered, "You know I love your voice. Will you sing before you leave at least? Can you do that one last thing for me?"

I smiled, looking up at him and sang as sweetly as I could:

"You by the light is the greatest find

In a world full of wrong you're the thing that's right

Finally made it through the lonely to the other side."

His voice began to harmonize with mine in a thoarty tone:

You said it again, my heart's in motion

Every word feels like a shooting star

I'm at the edge of my emotions

Watching the shadows burning in the dark,

And I'm in love and I'm terrified.

For the first time and the last time

In my only life."

He grinned broadly and his arms tightened around me as he began to sing in his own raspy voice:

"This could be good

It's already better than last

And nothing's worse than knowing

You're holding back

I could be all that you needed

If you let me try."

I sang with him after this, knowing how happy it would make him that I was trying for his sake. He wasn't over me, that as obvious. Time away would give me at least a chance to decide if it was worth trying again. It wasn't like I could have children to tend.

"You said it again, my heart's in motion

Every word feels like a shooting star

I'm at the edge of my emotions

Watching the shadows burning in the dark

And I'm in love and I'm terrified

For the first time and the last time

In my only

I only said it 'cause I mean it

I only mean it 'cause it's true

So don't you doubt what I've been dreaming

'Cause it fills me up and holds me close

Whenever I'm without you

You said it again, my heart's in motion

Every word feels like a shooting star

Watching the shadows burning in the dark

I'm at the edge of my emotions

And I'm in love and I'm terrified

For the first time and the last time

In my only life."

He leaned his head down to press his lips lightly to mine. I let him, for his sake. Without realizing it, I leaned into him and deepened the kiss. He smiled against my lips before reality struck.

He pulled away completely, letting his arms drop to his sides. His eyes narrowed distainfully.

"You're leaving?"

I nodded.

"Well, Bon Voyage!" He growled, laying back down to roll over with his back to me. With a sigh of annoyance, I stalked out the door onto the deck and leapt over the railing into the cold ocean water below without so much as a splash.


I knocked on the door.

The mud hut hadn't changed much since I left it three months ago. It still was as ominous and forbidding as a proper witch doctor's should be.

My mother opened the door and smiled a wide, black toothed grin.

"My sweet…."

"Mamma, I need to ask you a favor."

She looked away almost sadly before stepping outside to close the door behind her.

"Pet, this is a bad time…"

"It's important." I moved past her to open the door and strut inside. "I just need to get –"

I looked to the table and stopped completely in tracks. Sitting at the table with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, a jug of rum in his hand and literally looking like death warmed over was the one man who was to blame for Jack and I's situation.

"Hello, Mala."


End of Movie 2