Pink Bonanza
Note: It must be said that last night's update was more of a crack fic that I decided to attempt. This is the real chapter. Hope you enjoy this ^_^
Disclaimer: Nothing has changed
Hook had to admit that his knowledge of the world was coming along nicely. Just a few days ago he had finally been allowed to use the dishwasher unsupervised, could fold out the sofa bed with little trouble and could help out with the laundry without too much trouble. He did lose two of David's socks last time, but Snow had actually assured him that this happened regularly and that socks did occasionally 'escape' the confines of the metal drum.
So, today was the next step - trying it without supervision.
Hook had had one piece of information thoroughly instilled in him - similar colours go together. Pale colours went together. Darks went together. So, off he went.
The pirate carefully loaded the big drum as he had been taught - some of the white shirts that Emma bought him, some of her paler tank tops and t shirts. After a moment of though he added Charming's soft grey turtleneck (he also planned to ask Emma where he could get such soft material) and the relatively pale red t shirt that he had worn on this first day out of lock up. He set the whole cycle on - pales, 90 degrees, white cotton, poured in the gel, pushed the button and was told by the display that the whole thing would take approximately two hours. He proceeded to clean up after himself, and left only the laundry basket out.
Then, with almost two hours of time to kill, off he went to Granny's.
Hook had to admit that the day had not gone badly. While most of the town was still wary of him, Granny and Ruby were clearly able to defend themselves and as a result were slightly more welcoming than the rest. Coupled with the fact that living on a wooden ship for 300 years made him a very capable repair man and unafraid of heights, they found a way to interact relatively peacefully with them. Today's request (more like an order from Granny, to be honest) was for him to fix up a leak in the Inn's attic, which was not difficult to do once he had climbed to the roof and took off a few dozen tiles, out in a temporary patch job and advised them to have a repair man look at the whole south side of the structure. In exchange, they had supplied him with a warm lunch: blueberry pancakes and something that Henry had forced him to try a few days ago - hot chocolate with whipped cream - and that has become his new drug.
He calculated that the washer was done, and stepped into the apartment with every intention of transferring the clothes to a dryer.
Instead, he found himself face to face with a very uncharming looking Charming.
Holding a rather small sweater in him hands. This particular sweater was a peculiar shade of greyish pink, and looked like it would probably be just a little too big for Henry.
"Look! Look what you have done! You have ruined it! Ruined it! How am I supposed to go out in public in this?" The prince looked quite honestly grief stricken, and Hook rooted around in his memory to figure out why he thought that Henry's sweater was ruined, and shy in the world it was Hook's fault.
He heard some one giggle. Looking up he saw Mary Margaret standing off to the side, trying to hide her smile. Noticing the pirate looking at her, she tried to, unsuccessfully, hide her grin, and said, "Hook, you may want to remember that wool shrinks in hot water, for next time. And red tends to leak."
She failed to suppress the giggles that escaped as the Captain ran past her with a look of utter horror. She then turned to her husband, "David, stop wallowing. He will be punished enough. After all, he will have to walk around in pink shirts for the next few week. Won't you just LOVE that?"
When Emma returned from work later that day, having dropped off Henry for his stay with Regina, she found her mother walking around the flat with a rather large grin on her face. Rather than tell her daughter anything, Mary Margaret simply pointed to the little closet room that held the washing machine and dryer, and let out a small laugh. Emma, feeling confused and left out, she proceeded to it, and was greeted by one of the strangest sights she had ever seen.
Hook, using his hook to dunk a number of (were they honestly a strange shade of pink?) shirts into a deep laundry tray of what smelt like bleach, muttering the same words over and over again.
"I will NOT wear pink!"
AN: I hope that this is well received. As before, thank you to WI for encouraging me. All mistakes are my own, so feel free to point them out. I look forward to your feedback and reviews.
