Lost at sea, time and space

Killian and Skye got their hands on an ancient magical doohickey that suddenly carked into life and sent him down the worm hole of time and space and after at some point during this slip saw a TARDIS and a couple of OOD ended up finding himself in a comfortable enough apartment heavily influenced by a love f the sea. Claire has been working at the FBI for a number of years now after escaping Ices rule, coming home late one night she finds the pirate that she knows exceedingly well despite never having met him before. Finally poor innocent flower crown lamb hearted baby nathan got himself sent back in time because of the ancient magical doohickey and landed face first on skyes ship with his only belongings being what he had in his pack at the time and the clothes on his back. With the doohickey broken and in killians possession for now Ices shadows have picked up on what happened and are now searching for him and the magical doohickey.

^ said ancient magical doohickey

For once not struggling when she was picked up, she just leaned her head against him and closed her eyes the warm sun soon warming her up from the cold water. "you gave me the name claire, I was named karliah by Ice" Claire and Karliah were similar and name although she'd always preferred Claire, not even Julian had known her real name. Not really believing the promise but not wanting to make him feel bad she nodded slowly "okay" the okay was convincing at least

Sitting in his lap comfortably she wrapped an arm around him and leaned her head against his shoulder watching him quietly. Smiling a little at the tender smile, Claire managed a nod "I'll be waiting at the farm with Jules for you" she had to trust him, reaching up with her free hand, the young woman grasped Killians chin and drew him down so she could kiss him. Trying to put her feelings for him into it as well as trying to convince herself that everything would be alright in the end

Looking up at him when he finally broke the kiss, a quiet smile appeared at his words, not disputing them she returned the kiss before eventually breaking it. Feeling a little more herself again after the sudden shock of piecing it all together she said simply "You'd better take that jacket with you when you go" releasing him and finding her gelding sampling some of the local foliage she scrambled up onto his back and glanced out towards the horizon watching dark clouds starting to gather, excellent it looked like a storm was on the way. There was always more work to be done after a storm, wanting nothing more than to cuddle into Killian for several hours under a blanket her wants were put to the side and instead she turned the gelding towards home "We should get going"

Distracted when his hand touched her shoulder, Claire just shook her head with a smile “What I want I can't have, you have to go back, so, thats that” she didn't get why she couldn't come with him. Going back to the time of piracy would have been like a dream come true for her, yet she knew there was no point arguing with him over it. “We'd best head back” she murmured again asking her gelding forward she took a different route home always trying to pick different ways home than the track she'd used to get to her destination. Her normally relaxed gelding spooked when a peal of distant thunder rung out, surprised she ended up toppling off onto the ground, owe, she hadn't done that for a while but it served her right for getting too comfortable. Picking herself up off of the ground now covered in dirt as well as soaking wet, Claire sighed, it wasn't her day really. Finding her gelding wandering back towards the house at a walk she caught up and swung back up onto him, not really looking forward to being laughed at by Jules she focused on the idea of showering and curling up in bed for a while. Plans never went to plan, something would go wrong when he left, and she'd have to deal with it all, great, trying to tell herself that it would all be fine was quite futile she found after self talking to herself most of the way home and remaining convinced something would happen. Watching the ginger horse that they'd picked up at the sales fret over the storm Claire pulled her gelding to a halt, the mare seemed terrified of the approaching storm. It looked like she was going to go through a fence unless someone did something, “I have to find jules” Claire told Killian kicking her gelding into a trot and finding the man quickly told him her concerns “Your gingernut mare is going nuts like shes afraid of the storm, enough to possibly go through a fence” dismounting the young woman put her gelding away and after showering made good on her idea of curling up on her bed.

Snorting wildly and lashing out with a back hoof the mare whisked her tail angrily, the whites of her eyes were showing revealing just how worried and unhappy she was with the approaching storm. Pawing the earth restlessly she looked up hearing voices, considering going over to them before another peal of thunder sent her trotting off tossing her head becoming more and more anxious, the mare didn't even notice Killian was there. Snorting fearfully she continued trotting around the paddock she was in soon becoming sweaty and hot in the humid calm before the storm broke. Coming to a halt kicking out again, a gentle voice grabbed her attention, the one that the woman called Jules was in her paddock with a halter and what smelled like carrot, backing off quickly not too sure about the halter her fear of the storm over rode the fear of the halter and sent her skittering over to the male and hiding her face in him, quivering everytime thunder boomed and cracked around them. The thunder to her was the sound of huge hounds barking as they raced over the land, the cu'siith, the black dogs that had ravaged her home. Wanting to go somewhere safe as could be from the hounds the mare allowed him to slip the halter onto her nose and around her ears, spooking slightly every time thunder rang out. Agreeing to go inside with him, the mare stuck very close to the man almost to the point of treading on his toes, once inside the sweaty worked up female relaxed a little.

She'd ignored Julian, she didn't really want to get into it, listening as Killian turned up and mentioned the red mare not listenng to him, it sounded like Jules left to go deal with her and soon the squeak of springs revealed killian sitting next to her. Peeping out from under the covers she moved to rest her head in his lap closing her eyes with a sigh, she didn't want to talk or even do anything, she wasn't quite sure why she felt this bad just knew that she did. Getting sick of resting her head on his lap she prodded him until he lay back so she could nestle her head on his shoulder and close her eyes, an arm around him so he couldn't leave, Claire gave a long sigh listenig as rain began to patter down onto the iron roof making a medley of music.

Visibly shaking, she numbly accepted the carrot barely tasting it as it crunched between her rows of teeth and was swallowed. Holding surprisingly still when the halter was slipped onto her face, the frightened mare accepted the gentle touch to her cheek and followed Julian closely nearly stepping on him when she shied at a particularly loud peal of thunder. Breathing a little easier inside, she obediently went into the stall not complaining when the halter was left on her head. Starting to pace around inside the roomy stall, Rose ended up standing next to the male again seeking comfort and reassurance. Ears flicked listening to the gentle talking, it was nice and soothed the animal that reacted to her own emotions, noticing the bit of carrot she quietly accepted. Attempting to follow him out of the stall and failing, the mare quickly began fretting again, a hoof kicked out creating a loud noise against one of the stable walls, edging over to the man when he returned to her stall the chestnut pony kept shifting her weight and fidgeting unable to help how tense she became with every rumble. The brushing helped distract her a little, and she tried her best to stand still although not entirely successful she tried, leaning into the rhythmic movements, she tried to relax and calm herself down by listenining to the mans quiet talking. Her head remained quite lifted, brown eyes looking around incase this place had the big black demon dogs as well, they scared her, had killed her family and left her alone. She didn't want to be alone, turning her head around and neatly grasping the hem of the males shirt, Rose tugged on it gently don't go the voice was quietly murmured dont want to be on my own later she'd likely curse herself for the weakness she showed infront of the man, yet she couldn't help it. So far he'd been nothing but gentle and kind, and during the storm that robbed her of her self confidence she found herself taking shelter in the calm air of saftey the male provided.

Glad that he hadn't said anything, Claire contentedly cuddled into him happy to rest there with him, not stirring as she felt him methodically unbraid her hair. A slow smile spread over her features at the gentle sensation of his fingers running through her hair, “You've done this before” she murmured quietly “When I was little, you taught me how to braid and plait my hair, and would run your fingers through it” the memory had been tucked away, almost forgotten, yet some how refound by the familiar sensation. Resting there, just being wiith him, safely held in his warm arms seemed to make the world a little easier to deal with, the smile remained on her face while her thoughts slipped back into her memories of her child hood, the happy ones with the stranger that she now knew to be him. So many things had fallen into place, her hand that was resting on him idly began drawing random patterns while she thought, eyes half closed. Her shadows emotions mirrored her own and were shared without realizing it with his shadows, the sleepy black pools trading information with each other while their shadowy people snuggled. The soft murmur expressing his love for her took Claire back, her eyes widening and a pale pink flush rose up her face, looking down at the hand tracing patterns, the green eyed girl took a breath and acknowledged out loud her own feelings “I love you too Killi, always have – always will” admittedly the love for him had changed over time, from role model as a child, to friend and finally to the warm sensations that filled her when she told him the truth of how she felt. Unable to look up at him and feeling her face grow warmer after her words, Claire focused a bit more intently on her hand tracing patterns.

The neck rub was reassuring, reaching around to tug at the hem of his shirt again teeth were careful not to tear the fabric, not hungry she wasn't too interested in the carrot too wound up over the noises. Watching as he hung his hat and coat up on a hook, a brown eye was always keeping an eye on what he was doing, not wanting him to leave her alone with the noises that scared her so. Listening to the calm talking her ears flicked back to listen and brown eyes closed tight, the hands were gentle, comforting, feeling somewhat more secure when Julian told her he wasn't going to leave her there alone. Rose nodded her head and turned around to nuzzle into him, her fear of the storm outweighing the fear and aggression she had towards him, jumping when light flashed and was soon followed by the rumble of thunder, Rose leaned her weight into the human male. Grinding her teeth as he began brushing her again, the mare remained tense but her condition didn't worsen, ears swiveled around listening to everything that was going on. As time passed, she relaxed a little more, to a point where exhaustion swept over her from the amount of adrenaline and fear had been pumping through her, by the time the thunder and lightening had stopped she was absolutely buggered. Ending up lying down in the straw she niggled at the man until he sat down with her, placing trust in him she moved to lie on her side and rested her head on him with a long drawn out sigh. A quiet word sounded Thank you it was the first time she'd talked civillay let alone with some degree of respect.

In response to his question about it soothing her when she'd been hurt, Claire gave a slight nod “Yeah it did, when I missed you i'd do It myself and pretend you were there” that had been a private habit she'd held onto for years even after she'd been taken in by Jules. Feeling surprisingly shy when her chin was lifted, returning the quiet gaze, dark green eyes stared into the mismatched ones of the male, the tender kiss was returned. Her hand stopped its movements for the duration of the kiss, feeling him move her closer, claire didn't bother resisting, this was nice and she was willing to follow it wherever it went. Her eyes that had closed during the kiss reopened when he pulled back a little, wondering what was going on behind Killians mismatched eyes, the black haired womans hand slipped up to brush across his jawline and rest against his cheek. A soft tender look settled onto her face at his agreement with her words, no matter what they would be together again, everything would be alright. When he resumed combing through her black hair with his fingers, claire rested her head on him again, relaxed enough from the gentle brushing to almost fall asleep. Hearing the males pair of words, she felt her face flush slightly again “My Pirate” the woman returned quietly, finger back to idly drawing patterns not paying attention, a familiar worry wormed its way into her chest shattering her peace, her hand gripped the cloth of his shirt as she asked “Don't go if I fall asleep, you always left when I fell asleep” her voice was quiet, but held a degree of worry that had not been there when she'd spoken and called him her pirate. “Stay with me” Claire asked softly, he'd always left, and he was going to leave again, she wanted to go with him and stay with him instead of always being left behind. Her body tensed a little in tiem with the worry that had broken the quiet intimate moment.

Sighing softly as the gentle stroking of her neck and cheek continued, she tolerated his hands being close to her head trusting him not to do anything. Ears twitched listening to his gentle words, if he said it was going to be okay then she'd believe that, the storm had forced her to make a choice and now that she'd chosen to go with him it was more than likely she'd be easier to work with in the future. Listening to the male readjust himself in the hay, Rose mulled over him and his actions, perhaps she would be a bit more open minded when it came to doing what he wanted in the future, she didn't plan to curb her tongue whatsoever. Drifting to sleep in the stockmans lap she awoke several times in the night, but was able to return to sleep soon after, awaking just as the sun did, the mare yawned and lifted her head from thelap it'd been resting in. Deftly getting up onto her four hooves, the chestnut mare stretched and then shook herself out, eyeing the man still asleep on the straw, she reached around and used her teeth to remove the tie from his hair cheekily. Standing near him after dropping the tie in the straw, the mare feeling hungry began picking at the straw despite knowing there was little goodness to it and sighed softly eating quietly waiting for the man to wake up.

Lying there waiting for him to reply, Claire had to focus hard to try and swallow her fear, the warm hand that covered hers which was grasping a clump of his shirt was reassuring. Listening to him tell her he wouldn't leave her, his tightened hold on her was welcome, it made it seem more real that he was here with her not some kind of made up imaginings. Closing her eyes when he told her to sleep, the woman remained awake for a while, she wanted to savour this feeling of being held tightly, the feeling of being loved and safe. Soon enough falling asleep anyway, Claire slept until an hour or so after sunrise, having fallen into a similar routine sleeping pattern as jules out of habit. Green eyes slowly opened and blinked, yawning quietly, she turned and snuggled her face into the warm chest she'd slept upon, the intimate moments they'd had the night before had been more than pleasant and she found herself wishing she could go back to them. Sighing, Claire nestled closer until her torso was practically lying on his, he was nice and comfortable, ignoring the rising sun trying to shine through the curtains, she huffed making herself at home on him.

Smiling at his complaint, she sent her shadows to block out the light from the windows and comfortably pressed a kiss to his warm skin. Knowing she should get up and do her jobs for the day, she found herself just nestling closer to him pulling the blanket tighter over them, how nice it could be if they could stay like this for ages, everything was simple and warm, her shadows were happily lazing around with his, swapping information with one another without thought. Wriggling so she could kiss Killian properly, she drew out the length of the tender affectionate kiss, touching her forehead to his afterwards, gentle green eyes watched his own mismatched ones contentedly. She wanted to make as many pleasant memories with him as she could, so while he was enduring three hundred years on his own he had nice things to remember, brushing gentle fingers through his black hair the young woman hadn't really registered the fact that her features were revealing the amount of affetion and tenderness she had for him. Ignoring the noises of someone else in the house, she smiled gently “First one out of bed looses” Claire anounced the smile becoming slightly cheeky as she set her head down on his chest again and wriggled until her legs were sufficiently tangled with his

Not minding when he drew her in for another kiss, Claire wriggled away slightly when his fingers ran over her ribs, “oh no you wont” tickling him back through his shirt she settled down some when he nuzzled his nose into her hair and resumed finger combing her thick black locks. Glad that everything between them had panned out the way it had, and in a somewhat playful mood she lifted her head to watch him, it was nice seeing the affection openly displayed on his face, it softened him slightly. A hand gently brushed over the black bristly scruff that covered his jaw, “you'll have to shave soon you're growing thistles” she teased good naturedly a grin spreading itself on her face. If he said he would find her then she had to believe that and go forward, it wouldn't do to let him know how much it hurt he was going to go and that she would be left alone again. Ignoring the slight hunger pangs as it was more comfortable just to stay where she was with him, not like she could go anywhere with her legs tangled with his. Half tempted to kiss him again she tilted her head to the side a little still enjoying his fingers combing through her hair.

Having spent the entire night outside watching and listening, Melissa was still quite wet by the time the sun rose, Julian soon appeared with the ginger mare who seemed calmer, observing the mares release and Julians retreat inside she considered her options then chose to follow him as she was hungry. Not able to cook well in the slightest and the last time she'd been forced to had ended with a small fire and a new oven, she was a little reluctant to enter the kitchen and so stood at the doorway watching. “Where is brother? What is for breakfast?” the two questions weren't exactly related but they were important ones in her mind. Intently watching Julian move about the kitchen and not really sure why it was so important to watch, Melissa awaited his answer

Accepting the towel, she stared at it for a moment before slowly undoing her hair from its tight braid and dried it silentlly, hearing a soft thud not unlike someone falling out of bed. Her head turned to the direction it had came from, her brother busy with Claire? That made it sound like he was too busy for her, which had never happened before, frowning she redid her hair and carefully dried the rest of herself off. Realizing she'd been asked something, Melissa turned her head to study the man, her frown fading slightly at the friendly smile “I am not picky, I suppose whatever is availble” she didn't quite get drinking hot leaf water that he appeared to be fond off. Still damp she remained standing trying to fully understand what her brother had with Claire, it was difficult to comprehend that he didn't have time for her and made her quite determined to go back with him. She was constantly being confused by her emotions, while she wanted him to be happy and not alone, there was a kind of possessiveness that told he was her brother and this Claire woman had no right to barge in and change something that had always been a given. Moving to stand in a patch of sunlight to regulate her temperature, Melissa failed to notice her jaw tensing along with her shoulders as she ruminated the peculiar relationship that her brother had with the green eyed woman

Well toast wasn't hard, she could do toast, nodding she wandered in and once he was finished with the bread toasting machine she added her bread and waited. Adding butter and peanut butter to it she ended up sitting at the table with the man, eating the toast and trying not to be irked or agitated by the noises of the male chewing she finished her food in record time and was distancing herself from the noise in a coping measure. Ignoring his questions she quietly washed the dish and put it away not really used to the idea of a dishwasher, there was no point answering the mans questions. It would not change what was happening, perhaps she would go outside again with the fresh air, following up on that idea she stood out in the morning sun, the clouds had all been washed out the night before leaving a bright blue clean sky. Her own feelings didn't matter, he deserved to be happy, and that was that, forcing herself to accept it as truth she breathed slowly and quietly focusing on relaxing herself. Yes it was better this way, besides she would be returning with her brother, three hundred years was a long time, by the time the girl was even born he possibly would have forgotten all about her. Clasping her hands behind her, towel resting over her shoulder, brown eyes stared out over the country pausing a moment on the red mare who was carefully drinking out of her trough.

She hadn't been standing there long when she'd heard a loud exclamation from Claire and Killians room, not a few moments later Julian showed up next to her asking if she'd like to help with some horses. She had barely enough time to nod before he tapped her shoulder and lead her around to where a large bunch of gangly looking young horses were crowding around the gate waiting for him. Following him into the paddock and inspecting the cheeky things whilst listening to the man speaking, “Alright Julian” Melissa murmured beginning to stroke one and ending up scratching him finding it amusing how the colt wiggled his upper lip when she scratched him in the right spot. Rose was keeping a close eye on what was going on, and knowing the man likely had more carrot in his pockets she willingly made her way over to investigate and make sure he was doing whatever it was he was doing correctly. Standing at the fence with perked ears Rose waited to see if he'd come over so she could steal some fo the tasty treats she could almost garuntee were in his pockets, the mare had had a roll in the mud and had managed to find some grass to pick at, having done nothing but eat since she'd gotten there the paddock was quite a bit barer than when she'd first arrived.