A/n: Oh my! An author's note? At the beginning? What's wrong? Nothing. Nothing at all. I felt as if this chapter you're about to read needs an introduction. After the last chapter I'm sure we were all very happy that James and Luna sort of have this unofficial relationship. Well, lenokiie has been waiting to see (and I quote) "Beckett's crushed soul" when he sees aforementioned relationship and for that to happen there has to be a relationship between him and Luna first.
This chapter might infuriate you. I loathe to say that everything is of my ownership, save for Beckett... Though, I wouldn't mind owning Tom Hollander.
Luna was walking past Beckett's study when a rough cough emanated from it. She paused fearing one of the help might be ill and looked in. She was surprised to her fiancee at his desk.
"Oh! You're home," Luna said, emotionless. "I wasn't expecting you till much later this evening. Why didn't you tell me you were home?"
He shrugged. "The ship arrived early this morning. I didn't want to wake you."
"You weren't at breakfast."
"I wasn't hungry." He coughed again.
"You're ill, aren't you? You-"
He waved it off. "It's just a cough."
"Yes. A cough. A wet cough. And if it isn't dealt with properly it'll become worse. It stormed here a few nights ago. You most definitely would've been caught in it."
He sighed. "We were. But I remained in my cabin."
Luna looked sternly at him as she walked farther into the room. "But the crew and captain were. You conversed with them, da?"
Beckett just stared at her, unwilling to admit he was getting sick causing Luna to roll her eyes at his stubbornness. "Remove your coat."
"I'm not ill, darling. It's just a cough."
"We've gone over this. Just remove your coat and they'll be no need to summon a doctor later on, carissmi." Luna froze. Not again.
Beckett's brow furrowed only after she paused. "Carissimi?" he asked, feeling as shocked as Luna looked. "Latin for "my dearest," correct?"
"I-I, I don't – I mean – I didn't... mean it... like..."
"Well, obviously you did mean, otherwise you wouldn't be stuttering."
"I-I don't know what to say..." She dropped her gaze as Beckett stood and moved to stand next to her. It was then they noticed their height difference. She was about two inches shorter than his 5' 5'' stature.
"Why did you call me that?"
"I-I don't know..."
"Tell me what this is."
Luna held up her hand. "An engagement."
"That I forced you into."
"Do you regret forcing me?"
Cutler gently lifted her chin, but she refused to meet his eyes.
"Yes, I do."
With an inaudible sigh she let her walls tumble, looked up into his sincere pale blue eyes and she was lost. "Cutler," she breathed.
He gently kissed her and for a moment they were in sync, hands twisted in hair. While she reacted graciously towards the kiss, her mind was conflicted.
You're betraying him, a small voice argued.
I'm just playing the part, a smaller voice screamed back.
You're kissing him!
He is my fiance.
He's the enemy.
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right?
Not this close!
He won't forgive you. They won't see it like you do.
Stop with the pronouns!
Jack won't forgive you. Nor will James.
Jack will forgive me. He has to.
Beckett's hand moved from being tangled in her hair to the small of her back pressing her closer to him.
Jack's dead. By Elizabeth Swann's hand. And you're still kissing his enemy!
He's my fiance!
...You've fallen in love with him, Jack's voice said to her. You're supposed to hate him.
Luna couldn't shake the thought from her head and she pulled back. Breathing heavily, she leaned her forehead on his. Her hands slipped from his hair, which she noted was short and a pretty brown and not covered by his wig.
"I'm supposed to hate you. You ruined my life," she whispered.
Luna shut her eyes and thought, really thought. Did she hate him? He did have her husband killed.
Don't forget about me, love, Jack's voice said.
How could I? I was there when he branded you and sunk the Wench. He nearly killed me!
Both are good reasons to hate a man...
Cutler hurt Nate before he hurt me. You would've become a pirate and I would've become the Black Widow anyway. So do I hate him?
"I can't," she realized. "My curse-"
Cutler pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. "I know of it. I don't care.
Luna chuckled. "Masochist."
"Don't look at me like that James."
"I know what I said," Luna groaned.
"Why did you lie to me?"
"I didn't. I wasn't lying at the time. When I told you that, I hadn't him for near a month."
"Oh and one look and you fell?" James asked angrily.
She sighed. He didn't know how true that was. "I called him carissimi."
"You call me that all the time," he responds.
"I know. And that's partially the problem. I speak three, well, now four languages. But my main two are Romanian and English with some occasional Latin. But I never use Latin endearments. Unless I've fallen in love with someone. Carissimi is my choice word."
"I don't understand."
She looked to her feet in guilt. "I called him carissimi, or "my dearest" and he called me out. One thing lead to another and he kissed me. I know I should hate him, but my guard was down and I looked at him, I mean really looked at him... He's not that bad-looking of a guy..."
"The only reason I agreed-"
"You agreed!? You're the one who kissed me!"
"You swore to me you had no feelings toward him."
Luna sighed and sat down on the sofa in the office. "I know, I know. And I didn't at the time, nor did I plan on it. How did know that the curse was going to act up?"
James sat beside her. "This is because of the curse?" It was more a statement, but Luna answered anyway.
"You think I would readily fall for the man who ruined my life?"
"You fell for me?"
"You didn't have my husband murdered."
James' face softened. "Luna," he said by way of changing the subject, though to another tough one, "Something about what you said the other day at the battlement before I kissed you. You mentioned your daughter had gone missing..."
She didn't miss a beat. "She was kidnapped." Her voice was emotionless but rushed. "I don't know who. I searched the entire island for her."
"I'm sorry," he murmured, pulling her into his arms and pressing a kiss to her temple.
"Emmaleene Sparrow was my daughter's name."
"She was Sparrow's?"
Luna shook her head. "No, no, no, no. No, she was Nathaniel's. But after he passed I named her, choosing the name he favored and the first thing I saw. Jack's ring was my right hand where it's almost always been." She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "James, you can't tell anyone this. Not even Jack knows of her."
James nods and kisses her fully. "I promise."
A/N: Awww. They had a mini fight... Anyone else think that if Beckett had been a little more like dear ol' Norry that he would be that bad?
Anyway, If I get enough responce, which I'm hoping this chapter will elicit, then I just might get to posting the next chapter (which has a lot of fluffiness between James and Lu) today!
Keep a weathered eye,
Lyra Raine Sparrow