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

Glancing over at him a little surprised Claire smiled a little "Brushing him, getting him used to me and starting a bond" she explained continuing to lightly run the brush over the thin animals hide. As ever there was a differentness to her whenever she was around the horses, quieter and yet more intune with them than she really was with anyone who was human. She hadn't decided on a name yet, she wanted to look up his brand first before she decided on any for him, "your sister coping okay with this time?" she cared about Melissa because Killian did, "oh yes, i'm not going back to America, I'm quitting my job there and i'm going to work for Jules for a bit" he deserved to know "no idea what im going to do with all my stuff just yet but, you deserve the heads up"

Why do you play with paper, Julian it has nothing but black lines that taste foul the bird informed him obliging him by beginning to tear the paper up

Pausing in her brushing she shrugged "if you have a bond with them, they'll do more for you, its more like a partnership than being a slave driver" rubbing the geldings wither to see if he was itchy, "I guess its like, why bother having a bond with someone you get trapped with, it makes things easier and you can rely on one another" nodding when he explained that Melissa didn't open up to people claire added "Jules is like that, he can get almost anyone to open up and talk to him" continuing to take her time with the gelding she resumed brushing him "you think so? Thanks"

why work with paper that is ridiculous the bird stated shredding the paper and when that was done put the pieces in a very neat pile

Claire continued to groom the animal finding it soothing "Yes, I was brought to him after i was found wandering by Authorities, I was... looking for someone, but i never found them" beginning to deal with the animals mane she decided that she'd just have to hog it and let it grow out in its own time. Offering the horse a treat which it hungrily devoured she removed the halter and set him free, the horse trotting around his paddock before finding a place to eat.

What is the point of it she didn't understand why he was staring at the paper as if there was something important on him. Accepting that he obviously wanted this piece of paper shredded as well the bird ripped it to pieces quite efficiently

Claire nodded, "He visited me when i was in the concrete room, a couple of times a year, monthly if I was lucky" she'd always been bad with faces so she'd never really remembered what he'd looked like. "He gave me the books, and left behind the jacket" watching the horse instead of looking up at him she steeled herself a little and added quietly "He left one day and never came back, it wasn't long after that i managed to escape, I got sick of waiting" it'd been hard, the desire to stay and hope he'd return had had her torn up inside.

Interestng how did simple paper tell him what he had money for? Not quite understanding the bird just hopped up onto his shoulder and tugged at his hair firmly I do not understand how i will be of any help cooking she burned everything

Glancing up at him she appreciated the small gesture, shrugging a little she murmured "I don't know, I don't remember his face or his voice" it was unlikely very unlikely that she'd ever see him again. "All i really would like to do is thank him, whoever he is for making life... easier" the gentle touch to her shoulder was strangely familiar to her although the reason why kept drifting out of reach in her mind. Tacking a slight smile onto her face Claire added "Hope i'm not boring you with doom and gloom, Killi" the nickname had happened somewhere along the line although she couldn't remember where.

The bird attempted to grab his fingers in her beak and missed by a hair, quite comfortable on his shoulder she tilted her head looking around with sharp eyes. I know how to cook i just cannot cook, ask brother he will tell you fetching ingredients like she was some kind of servant, well she didn't have much else to do stuck in this form.

A little surprised at the nickname she studied him carefully, smiling somewhat as he mentioned he was well used to doom and gloom. There was a certain softness to her gaze that spoke of untold affection for him, he was familiar and did things that made sense. She broke the eye contact "Want to go for a ride? there are a few nices places we can go" it didn't have to be now, just some time before he left, the more time spent with him the more reluctant she was for him to leave. It'd be another person important to her that left, she'd put him on ned, the geldng was responsible enough to take care of him.

Tightening her grip a little when he moved, the bird was silent keeping a close eye on his movements

Silently relieved that he would, she was a little surprised at the question "um, until i looked about 21" it was the only way she had to measure years, she'd had an overly elongated childhood thanks to her grandmother "About seven or eight years" she finally clarified after a little thought. Still having a couple of chores to do she began walking gesturing him to come with her, she needed to put together a feed for the gelding. Glancing over at the ginger mare she couldn't help but feel sorry for the animal, having endured ice for many centuries more than she herself had.

She shook her head "no i worked in Oz for a while before heading over to New York, but ths place is home, yes" it was alright for him to ask things, after all she did know an awful lot about him. Apart from Jules not many had shown an interest in her, likely due to the frosty self she became around others. Opening the door to the shed she deftly stepped inside and began sorting out a feed for the standardbred in the paddock, it was safe here and Jules was the only family she had, this place was the only place where she could be herself and how she'd missed it. At a thought some of her shadows left to begin bringing some of her more important things back here.

"A bit of both actually" she replied a bit distracted as she measured and poured feed into the bucket, his question got a long response "Well im wantng to get weight on him so hes going to get fattening foods that'll help him put on muscle and fat" she went on to explain the feeds she had picked and why as well as their pros and cons. Eventually falling silent for fear she'd dumped a bit too much information on the poor man she tucked some escaped hair back behind her ears before mixing it all and adding a little water to stop the chaff from going everywhere. Straightening up she picked up the bucket and stepped out blinking in the bright sunlight a moment

Not bothered by the fact that she had feed all over her hands Claire spoke "Did some work at a few horse places then ended up in the force" entering the paddock she set the bucket down and backed off as the gelding turned up and began eating the food with great enthusiasm. Leaving him to it she exited the paddock and wandered back over to Killian "Dinner should be almost ready" Claire commented, studying him affectionately "Dusty reckons its a good one tonight" dusty was the name of the rather quirky shadow that had taken a liking to julian. Instead of communicating through squeaks it whistled not unlike a series of flutes and panpipes, gesturing towards the house she started leisurely wandering in that direction hungry from her day.

Pausing at the hand she stared at him in open surprise when he tucked her hair behind her ear in a way that seemed tender. Going slightly pink Claire watched as he looked at the ground and murmured something about dinner sounding good, she took his hand for a brief moment wanting to return the almost tender gesture. Once they were close enough to the door of the house she released his hand and entered through the door "Smells good jules, your mares settled in decently too" heading to the bathroom to wash her hands she couldn't help but ask herself what she was doing. She would end up getting herself extremely hurt, this would all end in tears and yet there she was encouraging whatever was happening. Taking a breath she returned to the living room and not understanding she took her plate and sat down at her normal spot too consumed by her thoughts to notice that the space next ot her had been set up for Killian.

Observing the girl and her brother, the falcon on its perch became a little confused, she didn't really understand what was changing due to knowing nothing about gentler affections when it came to romance. Perhaps she'd ask him about it later or Julian, he was fairly decent at answering questions

Green eyes narrowed at the grin, lightly stamping his foot underneath the table to tell him to bugger off she started eating "He's skinny, from what they said at the yard, too slow for the track, gets his tongue over the bit, bucks in harness, kicks, and a bastard to get a bridle on" that and it seemed he wasn't that fond of men but that'd change in time. He had good conformation and was nicely put together, "hes a good project" her features lit up a little at the prospect, she loved having something to do and working with horses was the best kind of having something to do.

Watching her brother melissa paused before jumping onto his shoulder and lightly pecking him What are you thinking about brother? she asked him taking precautions that only he could hear her. More than sick of being a bird she wanted nothing more than to be a human again