I watch The Sound of Music once every year, around Christmas. Every year, I want to write a fic on Maria and Georg. Every year, I don't. This year though, I decided things would be different. This is a multichapter of AU stories that don't necessarily connect with each other, all located around Maria and Georg. I hope y'all enjoy!

Title: a girl who will ever be a nun (and a man who will forever make sure of it).

Chapter Title: call me, captain.

Summary: ["I broke your nose at a concert" AU.] He looks up and stares at her real close, her cheeks reddening again. "What is it?" Maria asks, a little breathless. He shakes his head, "nothing, captain." His eyes widen upon his mistake, and hers widen as well. She stares at him. (He stares back.)

a girl who will never be a nun (and a man who will make sure of it).

chapter i: call me, captain.

by clarabella wandering.

To: Mother (10/9/2016, 01:02)
i didn't *mean* to do it

Mother (10/9/2016, 01:03)
Didn't mean to punch a man because he was too tall?

To: Mother (10/9/2016, 01:03)
...
i'm leaving, mother.

Mother (10/9/2016, 01:05)
Stay safe! It's a long ride back to Boston. God bless you :-*

She puts her phone away and sighs heavily as she looks up, waiting her bus with an impatience that doesn't suit her frame but very much suits her personality. She tugs her too-big hoodie down and pulls the hood over her head, double checking that her ear buds are properly in her ears before she turns up her music, Panic! At the Disco blasting away as the bus pulls up in front of her. She picks up her bag and takes the steps up onto the bus, nodding towards the driver before making her way to the back. There's only one seat left, and she takes it without thinking about it.

"Sorry," she mumbles, after the bus jolts and she finds herself falling into a stranger's lap. He grunts in pain.

"Good God." She hears him say, tenor voice gruff in a way that doesn't exactly suit it, "first my nose gets broken, and now my ribs get elbowed." She blinks twice, once to clear her vision and again to double check that she's not seeing things. His eyes widen in surprise as he helps her get situated next to him, and for a while, neither of them speak.

"Um," she begins, fiddling with the strings of her hoodie nervously. "Hi. I'm -well- I'm that girl who punched you back at that concert. Sorry. About that. By the way. Actually, you probably know who I am; I did punch you. My real name is Maria, by the way. Maria Abess. Anyway, I'm really sorry I punched you. I didn't mean to break your nose."

"Yeah," he nods carefully, straightening his jacket and clearing his throat with a strained politeness. "I figured."

A pregnant pause blooms, before Maria says, "what's your name?"

He clears his throat again, before saying, "Georg. Georg von Trapp." She snorts, her entire body jerking forward violently, and Georg eyes her with judgement. "What's so funny?"

"Your-" Maria gasps for breath, "-your name is Georg. You're like a nineteen-thirties Naval officer."

"Actually," Georg begins, "my friends call me captain." This just warrants another laugh from Maria, and Georg, who has lost patience for the girl who punched and broke his nose, gingerly touches his bandaged nose as he says. "Yeah. Anyway. It was nice to meet you. I'm going to listen to music now."

"Does it hurt?" Maria asks, and Georg bites back a groan. "Your nose, I mean. It's broke pretty bad. Didn't know I had that in me."

"People do strange things in concerts." Georg tiredly tells her, pulling out his phone and typing in his password. He's got ten texts. This cannot be good.

"Yes, I suppose they do." Maria agrees, also pulling out her own phone. Her mouth, for some odd reason, won't stop running. "So you like All Time Low, huh?"

Without really thinking about his response, Georg replies, "no, I bought a hundred-dollar ticket because I hate them. And I love being punched in the nose for being too tall, as well."

"You were making out right in front of me!" Maria says, angrily.

"No," Georg says, losing his patience; He hasn't even been able to read his texts yet. "That was the people next to me. I was innocently standing there, listening to All Time Low on my first day off in weeks. Weeks, Ms. Abess."

Maria's jaw drops. She closes it before opening it again, and eventually just angrily sinks into her seat and pulls out her phone, opening Snapchat to check out peoples' updated stories. They sit in silence until she sees Georg shift out of the corner of her eye, sees the angry look in his eyes as he stares at his texts. "I really am sorry." Her voice is gentler, and she reaches out to touch his before recoiling; She barely knows this man, after all. Black belt in karate or not, she'd rather avoid strange incidents than cause them. "I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't mean to break your nose, ruin your first day off, and annoy you on the bus ride home. Really."

She bites her lip, waiting for his response, staring up at him with puppy dog eyes and red cheeks. He turns, finally, looking at her, deep eyes searching. It startles the both of them, the feeling that comes from staring into a stranger's eyes, but he nods slowly, a smile ghosting his lips. "I believe you." He sucks in a giant breath. "I forgive you."

Maria beams at him.

"Thank you, captain."

They talk for the next hour, but Maria notices that Georg keeps glancing down at his phone with a pained expression on his face. Eventually, her curiosity gets ahold of her, and she finds herself asking, "who's got you all hot and bothered?"

"You." The answer is immediate, and he almost regrets his decision to be cheeky when he sees her blush in the darkness, sees her pull her hood further over her face. "That was a joke, Maria."

(She feels strangely disappointed, but shakes her head to clear the embarrassment that's overcome her.) "Well?" She asks again.

"I broke up with my girlfriend last week," Georg explains. "She's texting me." He shows her his latest messages, where the contact name says "Elsa". She's texted him a picture of herself with a very lewd caption.

"Good God above," Maria gasps, fanning herself.

"For a girl who just went to a rock concert, you're pretty jumpy." Georg notes with amusement.

"Well, captain," Maria begins. "For a guy who's around six foot one, you sure get brought down easy."

His eyebrows shoot up, "choose your next words very carefully."

A sly grin spreads across Maria's face, and she says, "I'm adding this to The List."

"The List?" Georg asks, even though he knows he'll probably regret knowing.

Maria nods, "The List. Things I think about when I'm upset." She gingerly touches his floppy nose, and he jumps. "Strong six-foot-something boys who get their noses broken by five-foot-eight girls. This is going in the list."

"Ah." Georg nudges her, "well, lemme tell you, you've got a fantastic right hook."

She laughs, "thanks, captain." She pretends to peak at his phone, feigns offense when he pushes her away. "What are you gonna respond with?"

"I'm not going to respond." Georg blows his hair out of his face. "She doesn't deserve it."

"Ohh," Maria grimaces, "that can't be good. I thought you dumper her?"

He nods, fidgeting with the ring hanging around his neck on a chain. It's silver, and she wonders what its significance is. "I did." When Maria just stares at him, waiting, he half-glares at her before crossing his arms and blowing the hair out of his eyes. "But that doesn't mean she didn't deserve it." Maria continues to stare, and Georg finds himself staring down at his phone again, finds his mouth opening of its own accord. "I've got kids."

The bus jumps as it hits an unexpected pothole, and Maria does the same. "H-how many?"

Georg releases the ring, letting it hit his chest and get covered up by his jacket. "Seven. Two boys, five girls."

"Was Elsa their mother?"

"God, no!" Georg exclaims, "no, no. Their mom didn't believe in marriage, so we moved in together when we turned nineteen. She... passed away when we were thirty-three, around four years ago, though." Maria's eyes go large, and she's about to speak when Georg continues, "I met Elsa through a friend. She's really beautiful, and she was great until she met the kids."

"Then it all went to hell?" Maria guesses.

Georg nods. "It all went to hell."

Maria reaches out and grabs his phone, so quick he doesn't really register what's happened until she's typing furiously and hitting send. "There." She grins up at him, all sly as she hands back his phone. "She won't bother you again, captain." He takes the phone and stares down at the text Maria's sent. A slow smile spreads across his face until he's laughing hard and resting his forehead on her shoulder. He looks up and stares at her real close, her cheeks reddening again. "What is it?" Maria asks, a little breathless.

He shakes his head, "nothing, captain." His eyes widen upon his mistake, and hers widen as well.

She stares at him.

(He stares back.)

Somewhere along the way, she falls asleep, and her head comes to rest on his shoulder. He lets it rest there, listens to her breathing and the music that flows from her phone to his ear (they're sharing ear buds), and thinks that for the first time since his wife died, he can be away from his children and semi-at peace (there is, as a parent, forever a sort-of nagging worry at the back of his head when he isn't with them. It's eternal, and comes from the love he has for them as their father).

But you don't even know her, the voice in his head whispers.

I'd like to, though. He whispers back.

She broke your nose!

I'd like to give her a chance to maybe break my heart, he argues back. The voice goes quiet, and he watches cars whiz past at two fifty in the morning until the bus stops and he realizes this is where he gets off. He moves to wake up Maria, but thinks against it, instead letting her rest against the windowpane as he gets up slowly.

He's half way off the bus when he turns around.

When Maria wakes up, it's because the last stop is in Boston, and the bus driver has to shake her awake. She groggily shakes her head, remembers having the strangest dream involving breaking a handsome man's nose and then befriending him. It must have been a dream, though, because there is no man next to her when she awakens.

She reaches for her phone, which is in the seat next to her, and stares at it in surprise. There's a sticky note attached to it.

Georg von Trapp
512.788.8788

Three simple words written underneath it, and Maria beams as she reads them.

Call me, captain.

(Needless to say, she does.)