Alright, this is the first fic that wasn't a song fic that I wrote. Unfortunately, like the other AoS fic posted here, I never finished it and it was so long ago I don't remember where I was going with it. Please, laugh at my expense while you read how terrible I was back then.
"Seize her!" a man yelled pointing at Maeve.
"Is this how they greet guests in Eire Maeve?" Sinbad asked.
"It's how they greet me!" she yelled over the clanking of swords.
"You have to be different. Remind me to ask later!"
The foot soldiers retreated to the village to get the trained warriors. The crew stood around trying to catch their breaths. "So, are you going to tell us why we're being attacked before we even get to your home village?"
"I told you to leave me on the ship but you insisted!"
"I thought you'd like to visit your family while we delivered the cargo. I'd like to meet them." The crew was 'whoooooing' until both Maeve and Sinbad shot them a death look.
"I don't see how that's any of yer business!" she retorted.
"Look, I'm just trying to be nice."
"Well, don't!" Maeve yelled.
"Alright! I won't!"
Maeve spun on her heal and swiftly walked away. Sinbad turned around and crossed his arms over his chest. The crew stood amazed at how they were acting, although, they never seemed to get along. He looked around at his surroundings and realized that he had no idea where he was, "Wait! Where are you going?"
"To a safe place," Maeve said as they caught up. "They'll be back with their warriors to find me."
Sinbad grabbed her arm, "What's going on?" he demanded.
She looked down at where he grabbed her arm like she'd burn his hand off. She yanked herself free and continued walking. The crew and eventually their captain followed.
The arrived at a little camp a few hours later. They stepped into the clearing and immediately were surrounded. A man stepped forward and spoke, "How did you find this place?"
"I'm…we're, here to see Damian." Maeve answered.
"And what is he to you" the man asked looking her up and down.
Sinbad raised his eyebrow wondering the same thing. Maeve raised her fist and popped the man in the nose. He fell to the ground hard. 'Ouch,' Sinbad thought. 'I'm glad I didn't ask.' The crew laughed and the archers were too stunned to react.
"What's going on out here?" a man came out of one o the tents. Now it was Maeve's turn to be stunned. He looks just as beautiful as I remember. Tanned skin, short brown hair, clean shaved face, toned muscles, and his eyes. Oh, those eyes! They seemed like they sucked all the green from Eire and radiated more green kindness than the isle could ever. She used to tell him that but that was before…
Sinbad looked back and forth between them wondering what was going on. Sinbad narrowed his eyes. This must be Damian. "Maeve is that you?" the man asked.
They walked to each other meeting in the middle. "Aye, it is." Neither knew how to greet the other. It was an awkward moment. The only thing Maeve could do was act on her impulse and give him a gentle, yet passionate kiss.
