None Too Soon
A/N: Just decided to do a weird little Will/Jane fic. Nothing too serious. This takes place on the night of the Making in Greenwitch. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything...
Jane wrapped her windbreaker tightly around her small frame. The wind was cool tonight, and brisk. She studied the swirling sea with concern. Surely...surely they won't throw the Greenwitch into a sea so wild and fierce? She turned and looked at the women behind her, laughing and calling to one another in the half-light. They would do it. For their men and their town and for their own peace of mind. She shuddered in a sudden gust of wind that nearly knocked her off her feet. Night was coming fast, and she was scared.
"Nice night for a Making."
The voice behind her caught her unawares and she jumped. It was Will. Such a strange boy...
"You shouldn't be here, Will." She said without thinking. "The Making is not for men." She turned around then and he looked so sad, so pale in the dying light that she instantly felt sorry. "Will, I..."
"No," he said softly. "You're right. The Making of the Greenwitch is not for the eyes of men. I just wanted to tell you that my Aunt Fran wants to see you in the morning. She wants to hear all about this, I suppose." His voice had drifted off and he was staring out at the sea like she was, now. They stood there companionably for a few moments and then Jane felt a great need wash over her. She spoke so quietly that Will had to strain to hear.
"You won't go off somewhere and leave us, will you?" She turned to him then and her eyes were like the sea at dawn.
"I'll never go far, Jane."
And then he was gone as suddenly and quietly as he had come. Jane found herself staring out into the dark water once more, a curious warmth now enveloping her like a blanket on this strange, cold night.
A/N: Just decided to do a weird little Will/Jane fic. Nothing too serious. This takes place on the night of the Making in Greenwitch. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything...
Jane wrapped her windbreaker tightly around her small frame. The wind was cool tonight, and brisk. She studied the swirling sea with concern. Surely...surely they won't throw the Greenwitch into a sea so wild and fierce? She turned and looked at the women behind her, laughing and calling to one another in the half-light. They would do it. For their men and their town and for their own peace of mind. She shuddered in a sudden gust of wind that nearly knocked her off her feet. Night was coming fast, and she was scared.
"Nice night for a Making."
The voice behind her caught her unawares and she jumped. It was Will. Such a strange boy...
"You shouldn't be here, Will." She said without thinking. "The Making is not for men." She turned around then and he looked so sad, so pale in the dying light that she instantly felt sorry. "Will, I..."
"No," he said softly. "You're right. The Making of the Greenwitch is not for the eyes of men. I just wanted to tell you that my Aunt Fran wants to see you in the morning. She wants to hear all about this, I suppose." His voice had drifted off and he was staring out at the sea like she was, now. They stood there companionably for a few moments and then Jane felt a great need wash over her. She spoke so quietly that Will had to strain to hear.
"You won't go off somewhere and leave us, will you?" She turned to him then and her eyes were like the sea at dawn.
"I'll never go far, Jane."
And then he was gone as suddenly and quietly as he had come. Jane found herself staring out into the dark water once more, a curious warmth now enveloping her like a blanket on this strange, cold night.