Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is a series of drabbles I've been working on for a while now, all based off of prompts I have been sent…and all involving the unlikely team of Mary Crawley and Captain Hook. I've been posting them on tumblr as I write them, but I thought it would be nice to have them all in one place. Some will be longer than others, and I'm posting them in chronological order both of when they were written and (roughly) where they fall in to the timeline of the story. If you like what you read and would like to request a prompt, feel free to send me an ask on tumblr (I'm broadwaybaggins on there as well). Hope you enjoy!
Major major thanks/dedication goes to lala-kate, gazelle-legs, and miscreantrose for both enabling me and encouraging me to write these drabbles. You ladies rock!
Bloody stubborn woman, he thinks as he watches the brunette stalk away from him, her dark eyes scanning her unfamiliar surroundings. I need another one of those around like I need…a kick in the head.
The cliche, old-fashioned as it is, slips into his mind almost unbidden. He watches her and remembers hearing Liam utter the phrase before, and as he arches an eyebrow as the woman whirls towards him, he can't help but feel as if it describes the current situation perfectly. She glares icily at him as he allows his gaze to sweep over her figure, taking in her strange clothes, her narrowed eyes, the jut of her chin that tells him that she is determined to get to the bottom of this…whatever this might be. A smirk plays at the corner of his mouth. For a woman who, for all intents and purposes, has fallen from the sky, she seems to be taking things in stride.
That is, until she opens her mouth again.
"Where on earth are we?"
"Haven't I already explained that to you, love?" he asks, sauntering forward a few steps.
Her eyes narrow even more. By the gods, she is beautiful, even when she's looking at him like she wishes her gaze were enough to make him drop dead where he stands. "No, you have not," she says through gritted teeth.
"A thousand apologies, lass. You're in the Enchanted Forest. And I, as I've already told you, am Killian Jones—Captain Hook. At your service." He gives an exaggerated bow and grins when she rolls her eyes in exasperation.
"And I already told you that Captain Hook is a character in a story!" she cries out. "Has the entire world gone mad?"
He takes another step forward, clearly surprising her with his boldness. "I don't know, love," he says with a shrug. "You tell me."
Rich brown eyes meet stormy ocean blue, and for a moment Killian's breathing seems to still. Then is his eyes that are widening as the woman abruptly turns on her heel, walking away from him as fast as her peculiar shoes can take her.
"Hey, where are you going?" he calls out after her retreating figure, his brow knit together in confusion.
"To find someone who can actually help me!" is the shouted response.
He curses under his breath. This woman, clearly from some other realm and most definitely out of her element, is in no fit state to handle whatever dangers the forest might throw at her. She could be killed out there—and in the mood she's in, if she were to cross the wrong people…
"Seven hells," he mutters, glaring darkly down at his hook before quickly following after her.
Like a kick in the head indeed.
