This is a story which tells the adventures of Jefferson with a particularly intesting young woman. It won't have any specific order, but I will reference what episodes are being used when. This is pre-pilot.
I do not own Once Upon a Time or any of the material recognized here. If I did, it would have little to no plot and no one would watch it.
"I have a proposal for you." A sigh left Jefferson's lips; not even 10 seconds walking into the door and she had started up again. He should have known she would be complaining this much, the stuck in bed coughing and wheezing thing ill suited her.
"And what would it be this time?" His back was turned from her as he flipped off his hat and it landed pleasantly on the hook on a wall. "Sit back down, you do not need to be up and pacing for me to reject whatever you are going to say."
The woman moved her back against the arm of the seat once more, more deflated then when he first came in. "You bring me along to the next one, and all I have to do is just sit and wait for you." An eye roll came, curtious of Jefferson. "Don't do that! I just want to get out of this bed. Walk around, explore another land a little bit."
"Trip and fall down a cliff into a ravine because you are to sick and weak to stand on both feet for long periods of time."
"I am bored, Jefferson and I need exploration!" Now she was shouting. A cranky thing she was when she fell ill.
He turned to face her, his features now brighter and more uppity then before. His hands raised to touch each finger to the others tip in front of his chest and spoke in a happy and higher tuned voice. "No!" His fake grin turned into a real one as she pouted like a child.
"I can go without you, you know."
Jefferson grabbed a blanket and covered her lower torso with it and ended it on her stomach. Patting her head like a small animal he looked at her, "Oh Jefferson save me save me! Don't make her use my head as flamingo throwing target practice!" He smirked. "Saving you because you are to sick and stupid to use your brain is not on the agenda, my dear."
Too sick to fight back anymore, she slumped against the seat and opened up the book which lay in front of her. "Is there any tea?"
Jefferson all but flounced into the other room, "Coming right up!" He said, a jaunty tune in his voice. That jaunt made her all the aware of what she just asked.
"Don't you even think about doing anything mischievous to that tea!"
His head poked out, a look of innocence on his face. "Would I ever do that?"
"Yes."
Jefferson just clutched his heart. "You wound me, dear girl."
The ding of the door went off throughout Granny's, signaling yet one more customer had come to join the merry band of coffee drinkers first thing in the morning. The young waitress Ruby passing all the tables, keeping things in order and serving up food and coffee Twenty minutes ago she had served the usual hot tea to the table near the window, and hadn't bothered the tea drinker since. It was the same routine every single day.
Addison would come in around 7:15, sit down, order a hot tea and then sit there for twenty minutes debating on whether or not she should drink it. She would review papers, answer calls, chat with the other restaurant patrons, but all the while inspecting her coffee for unlawful or unfavorable atrocities that may have been done to it. It was habit by now, and Addison couldn't stop.
She didn't know why she was so suspicious of tea made by foreign hands not her own, but she was. Addison glanced up to see Mary Margaret happily walk towards her table. She put down the paper she was reading and greeted her friend. "In a good mood are we?"
Mary Margaret sat down across from her with a smile. "What can I say? I'm always happy when I have an excuse to see my friends during work hours."
"And I promise you, they will not be disappointed for what I have in store. I had that intern of mine set everything up for them the night before, so all I have to do is just make sure I have extra hands around the museum."
"The kids will be fine, they always are."
Addison smiled. "Except Henry. He seems to have a bit of an act for identically getting into trouble." She said with a knowing look.
"He's just curious is all. Henry just needs a firm hand to teach him when too curious can be investigated too far."
Addisons eyebrows raised for a moment as she grabbed her paper and glanced at it's content some more. "And god knows, our dearest Mayor isn't that firm hand. Just the bitch hand." With a look from Mary Margaret she dropped the paper and raised her hands in defense. "B-i-t-c-h! I've said it before to her face so I will say it again behind her back!"
"Just remember to watch yourself, she's not scared of making your life difficult, Addy." Mary Margaret told her friend with worried tones.
"Yes, mother. Now go teach some children."
With parting words, Mary Margaret took off in pursuit of the school as Addison stared at her cup of tea some more. As Ruby passed by to say hello she looked up to her. "Ah, screw. It's just a cup of damn tea."
With multiple and consecutive gulps, the tea was hastily consumed by Addison as she gathered her things and stood up. Her and Ruby shared a high five as Addison sauntered out the door.
"Let's open my museum, baby."
It was a normal coinsurance for Addison to motivate herself to start the morning on a good note. It was also a normal coinsurance for Addison to never notice the watch eyes following her every moves, eyes which she wouldn't remember existed for an age to come.
Eyes, which remembered her, in perfect detail.