Well, this finished itself sooner than I thought it would. I think there is about one more part to come, which may have a higher rating than these three ficlets. For now, don't be afraid, this is not the last installment of these series.

Title: Unrequited
Fandom: RPS
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Johnny/Keira
Disclaimer: I don't own! Not based on real life happenings! Never will happen! Blablabla! Please read the other two parts' disclaimer info. Thanks.
Summary: Some things are unexpected.
Feedback: Would be very nice, even if you think it sucks (!!!)



Unrequited

Love is a puzzle
Some pieces they adjoin
It's not like that with us
But I keep flipping that coin

I watch you sometimes
From oh so far away
But I can't forget you
Or anything you say
--- Ani DiFranco - Nicotine

She dreamed of misty hazes and evil complots, her mind punishing itself for the thoughts that it had been having. And even though she knew she was dreaming, the dream in itself was so real, so full of three-dimensional scenes, that it was just like she was playing a role in a movie of her own life. Surreal yet nothing else seemed more logical.

And so when she woke, she felt like the sequel had started.

The sequel in which things got even more serious.

On one hand, she felt relieved for not having been invited. If she had been, she would’ve been forced to face him and his composed demeanor, and be the sharpest contrast to his behavior. She wasn’t a bad actress at all, to the contrary really, but these were her real feelings. Feelings she was having, not some character she played, and so they were hard to fake. And even though she had been able to pull it off until now, she wasn’t sure if she could keep on doing it for much longer.

But now it was time to pull herself together. It wasn’t like her to keep on dwelling on a kiss that happened, what felt like, a lifetime ago. And it wasn’t like her at all to think back on a kiss that shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

With a renewed determinacy she decided to dress up and ask Jack if he wanted to go and have a drink with her that evening. That would show the bastard for not inviting her.

***

Men are quite useless and talk bollocks.

Men, they don’t know what they want.

Men. Fuck Them.

Softly she giggled to herself. It was half past 10 right now, and Jack had a date that evening, with his wife. Yeah, sure. She hadn’t missed the looks he’d given her when they were filming.

Men; they are all Pigs.

It was all her alcohol induced mind could think of right now. First one man kissed her, then acted indifferently towards the whole situation, and her in particular. Then, another man spilled coffee on her shirt and took advantage of that situation. And, last but not least, she had been turned down by a man whom she wasn’t even sexually interested in!

With a scowl on her face she entered the bar that was visited by most of the cast and crew, and sat herself down on a barstool.

“One screwdriver, please.”

The man behind the counter eyed her curiously. It wasn’t the kind of look she got when someone recognized her, however.

“Can I just see your ID please, ma’am.”

Her mouth opened in disbelief.

“I’m sorry?”

“Yes, your ID ma’am. You know, the little card from which I will be able to tell that you’re of legal age to buy alcoholic beverages,” the man said in a sarcastic manner.

“Yes, of course I know what an ID is. Listen, you obviously don’t recognize me, but I’m Keira Knightley, the actress?”

She paused for a moment and looked at him in the hope it would help him recognize her. Finally, after what seemed like ages but were only seconds, she saw the recognition appear upon his face.

“Of course! You’re filming here, right, with the rest of the crew from Pirates? I’m so sorry ma’am, that I didn’t recognize you. This drink is on the house.”

Quickly he walked to the end of the bar to fetch her drink, and she sighed in relief. It was just unbelievable. This just wasn’t her day. Did she look like she was 18 years old, for God’s sake? Really.

After a few minutes the man returned with her drink and gave her a sheepish smile.

“Again, I’m really sorry, ma’am.”

She waved her hand in dismissal and was happy to be alone for a moment, with her drink, and no one else to tease her or make her feel worse than she already felt.

***

It was after three more screwdrivers that she felt she really needed a bathroom. But when she stood up, she knew that walking would be the first task to overcome. Her legs felt like jelly and when she finally stood up straight her sight went black for just a moment. She sighed to herself.

Okay, now. You just had a little too much to drink. Nothing serious. Now walk.

It seemed like her legs had listened to her mind, because slowly but surely she was able to make her way towards the restrooms. She’d always been convinced that a good connection between body and mind took care of any physical problems, anyway.

However, her body almost failed her just as she entered the first cubicle, and she had to grab for the doorpost to keep herself standing. Silently she cursed her high heels and her carelessness regarding the alcohol she’d consumed that evening.

Another pair of feet entered the women’s restrooms, just as she closed the door behind her.

She almost fell onto the toilet, grateful that she’d finally made it without anything happening.

When she was done, she flushed the toilet and stood up to put her panties back on.

New task: to get home.

Shit.

A tiny bloodstain was on the inside of her panties, as if to punish her for her reckless behaviour.

Sure, why not. As if the day hasn’t been bad enough yet.

Thinking she had no other option but to put a little toilet paper between her legs for the short way back to her apartment, she was about to do just that, when she heard the sound of feet walking just outside her door.

“Ehm, ma’am?”

There was no answer, but the feet had stopped walking. This was so stupid, she felt so embarrassed. Why hadn’t she remembered she was about to have her period? Why hadn’t she just taken anything with her? She was going to try it one more time, and if there was still no answer, she would go with her last solution.

“I’m sorry ma’am - oh this is so embarrassing - but do you happen to have any tampons with you?”

Still no answer, but the feet were walking towards her door. One male hand came under her cubicle door holding a paper handkerchief.

“Best I can do, I’m sorry.”

Shocked by the deep male voice she hadn’t been expecting she almost fell back onto the toilet seat. What the hell is he doing here, let alone in the women’s restrooms? Was he following me? Has he seen me getting drunk? Oh this is most embarrassing.

“Thank you,” she said in a small voice.

She waited until she’d closed the door behind her before she turned around. There he was, in all his glory. Just the sight of him almost made her blush. His hair was hanging in front of his face, and he wore a plain white t-shirt with loose fitting jeans. His tan was incredible in the dimmed light, and stood out against his white shirt. One hand was leaning on the washing table, while his other hand was buried deep into his pocket.

For a moment all she could do was stare.

Her legs were still wobbly though, and before she could ask what the hell he was doing there she saw his blank expression change into a concerned one when he looked into her eyes.

“Have you been drinking?”

She was unable to face him and look him in the eye. Not only because she was ashamed, but also because she felt angry. What right did he have to just waltz into her night of peace and quiet and stir everything up again? After he’d just let her down so greatly? Even though she knew it didn’t make any sense to feel betrayed, because he had every right to not invite her – she felt it anyway.

And so when he was waiting for her answer, she turned around to leave the tiny – too private to be comfortable – space they were standing in.

“Look, I don’t have to explain my actions to you. I’m old enough to decide for myself.”

She was about to make her dramatic exit when she found she couldn’t open the door. When she looked down to see what was blocking her way out, she saw his foot was pressed against it. Angry now she turned around to face him once more.

“See, that’s what I mean. You’re not my father. You don’t have any right to patronize me. Now would you be so kind as to move your foot and let me out?”

Why did he always have to stand so incredibly close to her?

“You’re right.”

Relieved by his sudden admission she took one step backwards to give him the room to move away. But instead of moving away he took one more step closer to her and effectively trapped her between his body and her only way out of this compromising situation.

“You’re right, I’m not your father.”

He paused for a moment and tilted his head to the side, looking at her as though he was convincing himself of the statement he made just moments ago. Then, slowly she saw a familiar grin appear on his face. The grin that Captain Jack used whenever he knew he got his enemy right where he wanted him. The kind of grin that said now your fate is sealed, now you are mine. And just as quickly as it came, it was gone again.

And she knew what was coming, when his face inched towards hers and left her breathless and unable to fight him. She knew it, yet was unable to move.

But just when she closed her eyes and anticipated for his lips to touch hers, she heard him inhale a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again she felt his breath tickle her ear.

“But I’m old enough to be.”

And just like that the spell was broken.