Disclaimer: Again? You know my answer right? So I don't need to continue
with this anymore do I? Ok good, no worries then.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Yes, poor dear, we found him in a passing alleyway. Unconcious. He had been mugged, poor thing....." I repeated sorrowfully to Ellie and the other servants as they laid Abberline on the guest room bed, a room painted of an assortment of stylish browns as mine was blues. "It's a miracle that Sergent Godley ever recognized him at all in the dark, if not we would have passed by the Inspector, never knowing he needed our desperate help."
They nodded sympathetically, sending piteous glances toward the unconscious man on the bed.
I gave a tired sigh, this time not pretending. I really felt like falling to my knees in exhaustion, "It has been a very long day.....for all of us. But if you can bear with me just for another hour or so, I would greatly appreciate it. Now......"I said turning to Godley, "The Sergent shall be staying the night to make sure the Inspector is quite well enough to return to work as soon as he is able. Please show him to his room for tonight and make sure that he is comfortable." Another little maid nodded and led Godley down the hall.
"Mr. Cox," I addressed the butler, "Please alert the kitchens to prepare a soup please, I will leave the creation itself to the chef." Obeying Mr. Cox left the room, leaving me alone with Ellie.
"Ellie, I am entrusting Mr. Abberline's care to you. I want you to watch over him, call for help if something seems amiss. I shall be back in a while with his dinner if he is awake by then."
"Yes miss. Thank you." She curtsied honored with the request.
"No, Ellie, thank you." I told her. But first to bathe, I thought with reverence.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I decided then that being clean, was the most delicious thing in the world. It's funny what we take for granted. I stepped out of the tub, muscles relaxed and warmed by the water. I toweled myself in a large pink towel. Glad that before I left my own time I had shaved my legs, but what about later, my mind wondered. Oh hell, I'd just knick Abberline's, he'd never know.
You see I already had a plan to keep him here.
Wrapping myself in a satin blue and white robe, my hair already dampening the back and sticking to my neck, I made for the kitchens. I met Mr. Cox half way there carrying a tray with a steamy soup on it.
"I'll take that Mr. Cox." I started reaching for it.
"But mam...." He sputtered astonished. I had a feeling nobles weren't really friends with their staff.
"No, no I insist." I told him, determined, taking the tray our of his grasp, "Now Mr. Cox, I believe you have to awake early tomorrow morning. Why not get some sleep?" He began to sputter full of questions but I hushed him, "Mr. Cox, once again I must insist."
He nodded and turned away to the servants quarters wing. At that moment life seemed good, almost pleasant. Myself, whistling cheerfully down the hall as I carried Abberlines tray. Everything seemed good until Ellie's scream punctuated the air. I was close to the door anyway. Putting the tray down hastily, I barged in through the door.
It would seem Abberline was awake....
And whhhhhhoooooo mama was he pissed off!
At present he had Ellie's neck locked in the tight clutch of his arm.
"Abberline!" I shouted, outraged. If I had known he was going to pull a Wolverine I would never have let Ellie watch over him. "Let go of her!"
He looked absolutely insane. Beyond reasoning. He snarled like some mindless beast. Ellie whimpered in his grasp. I approached them slowly. Like a cornered tiger he was dangerous like this.
"Abberline....." I said soothingly, "Let her go.....she's one of your innocents. It's me and me that you want....." Yeah I wish. His grip lessoned somewhat, "Let her go."
Ellie's eyes were wide with fear. He had relaxed his grip but he would not let her go. Ok, on to Plan B: Pretend the Freemasons were right behind him. Got that? Ok, BREAK!
"Ah!" I exclaimed, "My brothers, it is about time you came!"
Quick as a shot, he spun around behind him, dropping Ellie to the floor. She stumbled to her feet and rushed toward me, just as slow Abberline realized no one was there and whisked around. I pushed Ellie to the door.
"Go Ellie! Inform the others the scream they heard was just me as I feared there was a spider on my dress." Ladies were supposed to be afraid of those things right? "Go!" She needed no persuasion as she did as I bade her, slamming the door behind her.
"Where the fuck am I?"
The question brought my attention back to Abberline who was looking around in confusion.
"I think the question you should be asking yourself is why." I said coldly.
"Why then?" He snapped impatiently.
"Why? I shall tell you as soon as you tell me why you felt the need to strangle my friend?!" I crossed my arms over my chest looking down on him.
"Why should I tell you?" He sneered back.
"Why shouldn't I lock you in here to starve?" I shot back.
"Why don't you?"
"Why don't you answer my first question, damnit?!" I spat at him, "What gives you the right to treat people like that?! Tell me, are you just so much better then us, is that it?! Does that make it right?!"
We were two fighters in Rome, sparring with words sharper than any blades.
"Right?! Since when have your kind ever cared about what is right?! When has it ever mattered to you?!"
"My kind?!" I exclaimed, "What the bloody freaking HELL are you babbling about?!"
"You and your fucking Freemason brothers! That's the revolting kind I'm talking about!" He lashed back.
He was so close to getting his ass beat down again, I swear.
"You, my dear Inspector, have severe phsycological problems. I suggest you see a doctor without delay."
I think I had pushed him too far again as for the second time that night I found myself pinned to a wall.
"Again with the slamming! Try something new!" I groaned against his weight, "Like not going insane, maybe!"
He ignored me, "What doctor would you have me go to?! Butchers, all of them! They'll rot in hell for what they've done and so will you!"
I rolled my eyes heavenward, "Oh give OVER, you stupid IDIOT! I am NOT one of your FREAKY DEAKY FREEMASONS! Get that into your little oxygen deprived BRAIN! Now get OFF of ME!!!!!"
"Tell me the truth then! Who the hell ARE you?!"
He was wearing me out. I sighed deeply looking at him, "What is it that you want."
He had calmed his voice, "I want the truth."
I was sorely tempted to scream, "YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!" but I didn't.
"You're not ready to hear it," I told him frankly, "at least not yet. Now please, for the love of god Abberline, get off me so I can bring you your dinner." I had been increasingly aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing more than a very thin robe, which clung to my frame, sticking to my skin because of the moisture. That and the fact that he was pressed somewhat suggestively into me in our current position. He seemed to notice this too for he quickly averted his eyes although I showed nothing, dropped my hands as if they were burning hot wires and backed away.
Suddenly devoid of his body warmth, I pulled the robe tighter about me to make up for it's absence.
"Now, just sit over there...." I said pointing a finger to a chair in front of the hearth, "...and don't spaz out again." I muttered under my breath darkly as I went into the hallway to get the tray I had left there in my haste to save Ellie from a certain death. Picking it up, I made my way back into the room.
Abberline had sat where I indicated, his head buried in his hands. Hearing me approach his head snapped up to glare at me, beneath the shade of his long lashes.
"Hopefully it is still warm..." I murmured softly.
"I don't look to be served by you!" He hissed.
"Well, I'm not all too sure that I want to serve a spoiled brat, but that can't be helped." I retorted impatiently.
"Look to yourself for such comments." He snapped.
That did it.
I slammed the tray down on the table beside him, rattling the dishes and spilling some of the soup onto it's surface. Abberline, startled, jumped a bit in his chair. He had brought out the worst in me: my sixteen year old ass bashing self.
I leaned into his face, my eyes narrowed in deepest loathing, my right hand gripping the back of the chair as if I did so hard enough I would break it.
"I am sick and tired of all your shit, Abberline." I said in a low, dangerous voice, "It would never occur to you that someone, someone who you treat like crap would want to help you, would it? Well, guess what, I think I've just about changed my mind about my generous offer." I pulled back, slowly. His eyes were riveted to mine, as if he were finally seeing me for the first time and not sure what to make of it all. Standing straight backed and ridged, looking down on him, I growled, "Just who the FUCK do you think you are, huh?" I shook my head, disgusted with him. I turned my back and walked to the door. When I reached it I turned my head slightly and called back to him, "You owe someone an apology."
"You're sure as hell not getting one." Abberline replied back to a haughty tone.
I laughed scathingly, "Whoever said I wanted one from you? I was talking about Ellie. Such an unkind way to thank her for watching over you. I expect you to do so and apologize for your behavior to her, but I don't expect you to apologize to me. Indeed, I think it too high above your compliance to do."
And saying this, I walked out. Preferably in search of something to drink.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Yes, poor dear, we found him in a passing alleyway. Unconcious. He had been mugged, poor thing....." I repeated sorrowfully to Ellie and the other servants as they laid Abberline on the guest room bed, a room painted of an assortment of stylish browns as mine was blues. "It's a miracle that Sergent Godley ever recognized him at all in the dark, if not we would have passed by the Inspector, never knowing he needed our desperate help."
They nodded sympathetically, sending piteous glances toward the unconscious man on the bed.
I gave a tired sigh, this time not pretending. I really felt like falling to my knees in exhaustion, "It has been a very long day.....for all of us. But if you can bear with me just for another hour or so, I would greatly appreciate it. Now......"I said turning to Godley, "The Sergent shall be staying the night to make sure the Inspector is quite well enough to return to work as soon as he is able. Please show him to his room for tonight and make sure that he is comfortable." Another little maid nodded and led Godley down the hall.
"Mr. Cox," I addressed the butler, "Please alert the kitchens to prepare a soup please, I will leave the creation itself to the chef." Obeying Mr. Cox left the room, leaving me alone with Ellie.
"Ellie, I am entrusting Mr. Abberline's care to you. I want you to watch over him, call for help if something seems amiss. I shall be back in a while with his dinner if he is awake by then."
"Yes miss. Thank you." She curtsied honored with the request.
"No, Ellie, thank you." I told her. But first to bathe, I thought with reverence.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I decided then that being clean, was the most delicious thing in the world. It's funny what we take for granted. I stepped out of the tub, muscles relaxed and warmed by the water. I toweled myself in a large pink towel. Glad that before I left my own time I had shaved my legs, but what about later, my mind wondered. Oh hell, I'd just knick Abberline's, he'd never know.
You see I already had a plan to keep him here.
Wrapping myself in a satin blue and white robe, my hair already dampening the back and sticking to my neck, I made for the kitchens. I met Mr. Cox half way there carrying a tray with a steamy soup on it.
"I'll take that Mr. Cox." I started reaching for it.
"But mam...." He sputtered astonished. I had a feeling nobles weren't really friends with their staff.
"No, no I insist." I told him, determined, taking the tray our of his grasp, "Now Mr. Cox, I believe you have to awake early tomorrow morning. Why not get some sleep?" He began to sputter full of questions but I hushed him, "Mr. Cox, once again I must insist."
He nodded and turned away to the servants quarters wing. At that moment life seemed good, almost pleasant. Myself, whistling cheerfully down the hall as I carried Abberlines tray. Everything seemed good until Ellie's scream punctuated the air. I was close to the door anyway. Putting the tray down hastily, I barged in through the door.
It would seem Abberline was awake....
And whhhhhhoooooo mama was he pissed off!
At present he had Ellie's neck locked in the tight clutch of his arm.
"Abberline!" I shouted, outraged. If I had known he was going to pull a Wolverine I would never have let Ellie watch over him. "Let go of her!"
He looked absolutely insane. Beyond reasoning. He snarled like some mindless beast. Ellie whimpered in his grasp. I approached them slowly. Like a cornered tiger he was dangerous like this.
"Abberline....." I said soothingly, "Let her go.....she's one of your innocents. It's me and me that you want....." Yeah I wish. His grip lessoned somewhat, "Let her go."
Ellie's eyes were wide with fear. He had relaxed his grip but he would not let her go. Ok, on to Plan B: Pretend the Freemasons were right behind him. Got that? Ok, BREAK!
"Ah!" I exclaimed, "My brothers, it is about time you came!"
Quick as a shot, he spun around behind him, dropping Ellie to the floor. She stumbled to her feet and rushed toward me, just as slow Abberline realized no one was there and whisked around. I pushed Ellie to the door.
"Go Ellie! Inform the others the scream they heard was just me as I feared there was a spider on my dress." Ladies were supposed to be afraid of those things right? "Go!" She needed no persuasion as she did as I bade her, slamming the door behind her.
"Where the fuck am I?"
The question brought my attention back to Abberline who was looking around in confusion.
"I think the question you should be asking yourself is why." I said coldly.
"Why then?" He snapped impatiently.
"Why? I shall tell you as soon as you tell me why you felt the need to strangle my friend?!" I crossed my arms over my chest looking down on him.
"Why should I tell you?" He sneered back.
"Why shouldn't I lock you in here to starve?" I shot back.
"Why don't you?"
"Why don't you answer my first question, damnit?!" I spat at him, "What gives you the right to treat people like that?! Tell me, are you just so much better then us, is that it?! Does that make it right?!"
We were two fighters in Rome, sparring with words sharper than any blades.
"Right?! Since when have your kind ever cared about what is right?! When has it ever mattered to you?!"
"My kind?!" I exclaimed, "What the bloody freaking HELL are you babbling about?!"
"You and your fucking Freemason brothers! That's the revolting kind I'm talking about!" He lashed back.
He was so close to getting his ass beat down again, I swear.
"You, my dear Inspector, have severe phsycological problems. I suggest you see a doctor without delay."
I think I had pushed him too far again as for the second time that night I found myself pinned to a wall.
"Again with the slamming! Try something new!" I groaned against his weight, "Like not going insane, maybe!"
He ignored me, "What doctor would you have me go to?! Butchers, all of them! They'll rot in hell for what they've done and so will you!"
I rolled my eyes heavenward, "Oh give OVER, you stupid IDIOT! I am NOT one of your FREAKY DEAKY FREEMASONS! Get that into your little oxygen deprived BRAIN! Now get OFF of ME!!!!!"
"Tell me the truth then! Who the hell ARE you?!"
He was wearing me out. I sighed deeply looking at him, "What is it that you want."
He had calmed his voice, "I want the truth."
I was sorely tempted to scream, "YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!" but I didn't.
"You're not ready to hear it," I told him frankly, "at least not yet. Now please, for the love of god Abberline, get off me so I can bring you your dinner." I had been increasingly aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing more than a very thin robe, which clung to my frame, sticking to my skin because of the moisture. That and the fact that he was pressed somewhat suggestively into me in our current position. He seemed to notice this too for he quickly averted his eyes although I showed nothing, dropped my hands as if they were burning hot wires and backed away.
Suddenly devoid of his body warmth, I pulled the robe tighter about me to make up for it's absence.
"Now, just sit over there...." I said pointing a finger to a chair in front of the hearth, "...and don't spaz out again." I muttered under my breath darkly as I went into the hallway to get the tray I had left there in my haste to save Ellie from a certain death. Picking it up, I made my way back into the room.
Abberline had sat where I indicated, his head buried in his hands. Hearing me approach his head snapped up to glare at me, beneath the shade of his long lashes.
"Hopefully it is still warm..." I murmured softly.
"I don't look to be served by you!" He hissed.
"Well, I'm not all too sure that I want to serve a spoiled brat, but that can't be helped." I retorted impatiently.
"Look to yourself for such comments." He snapped.
That did it.
I slammed the tray down on the table beside him, rattling the dishes and spilling some of the soup onto it's surface. Abberline, startled, jumped a bit in his chair. He had brought out the worst in me: my sixteen year old ass bashing self.
I leaned into his face, my eyes narrowed in deepest loathing, my right hand gripping the back of the chair as if I did so hard enough I would break it.
"I am sick and tired of all your shit, Abberline." I said in a low, dangerous voice, "It would never occur to you that someone, someone who you treat like crap would want to help you, would it? Well, guess what, I think I've just about changed my mind about my generous offer." I pulled back, slowly. His eyes were riveted to mine, as if he were finally seeing me for the first time and not sure what to make of it all. Standing straight backed and ridged, looking down on him, I growled, "Just who the FUCK do you think you are, huh?" I shook my head, disgusted with him. I turned my back and walked to the door. When I reached it I turned my head slightly and called back to him, "You owe someone an apology."
"You're sure as hell not getting one." Abberline replied back to a haughty tone.
I laughed scathingly, "Whoever said I wanted one from you? I was talking about Ellie. Such an unkind way to thank her for watching over you. I expect you to do so and apologize for your behavior to her, but I don't expect you to apologize to me. Indeed, I think it too high above your compliance to do."
And saying this, I walked out. Preferably in search of something to drink.