I don't know what this is, I'm afraid. I was watching Sleepy Hollow and randomly thought of this. It's short, and was written during an hour in which I was distracted by said Sleepy Hollow rerun. Not the best, not meant to be. Just some pointless fun. Hope it gives you five minutes of amusement. :)
Disclaimer: Nah, I don't own anything recognizable.
"Crane," her voice was exasperated, tired to the point of irritation. "Don't be difficult. It's just a washing machine. Now, give me your clothes and this can all be over in thirty minutes."
He was staring at her distrustfully, fidgeting with the overlarge clothes he had been given from Corbin's closet. "Lieutenant," he started, "you wish me to trust that . . . monstrosity with my attire? What if it malfunctions and my military coat is ruined? May I assume that I shall not be able to find another like it?"
He was being sarcastic, and Abbie didn't like it. "No," she said, forcing herself to remain calm. "But the washing machine won't break, Crane. Trust me on this, okay? I've been using it longer than you have, and know it better than you."
The fidgeting didn't cease, and the grip on the clothes did not loosen. "Can I not simply hand-wash it, such as before? I am perfectly willing to use that . . . marvelous air-creating invention to dry them."
"It's called a blow-dryer," she ground out, "and no, you cannot hand-wash them again. They need a proper clean, Crane. They're over two-hundred years old!"
"And they shall receive the adequate care by my own hands," he argued. "I have cleaned my clothes in such a way since before you were born, Lieutenant. Perhaps you can show a little bit of understanding and allow me to do so again."
Her eye twitched. "Look," she tried to be lenient, "I know how hard it is for you to give up everything you knew from two-hundred-and-fifty-years ago, but your clothes need washing."
Her words had no affect; if anything, his hand tightened its hold over the garments. Abbie felt her temper begin to burn, and clenched her fists to keep a reign on it.
"Perhaps we could wait another day," he suggested, and her eyes nearly popped. "Maybe even a week. What difference will it make? I may remind you that I have already been buried in this attire."
She couldn't take anymore. "Crane!" she shouted. "Give me your clothes!"
"Lieutenant," he said in surprise. "What on earth are you doing – Lieutenant Mills! Release my clothes immediately! No! Return my coat – do not place it in that contraption! Lieutenant!"
"Sorry Crane, but it was starting to stink."
Did I at least get a mental chuckle out of you? I hope so. Anyway, I know in the show it sounds like Crane calls Mills 'leftenant', but that's just his British accent - it's how I say it, anyway. I chose to spell it correctly on this. Hope it didn't cause any confusion.
Please review guys; I know this is short and weird and pretty much undeserving, but a little bit of encouragement would be appreciated. Thanks, and I hop I haven't wasted your time!
