One hour in the Master of the Seven Seas' wife's life

       « ARG… » Maeve sighed and burried her head in her arms, almost lying on the table., obviously more irritated than she had ever been.

This guy was driving her crazy, he and his stupid gleam in his eyes…that persistent lust. Never she would get a whole night of peaceful sleep.

She sighed again, before turning her gaze in the direction of a sound of footsteps. There she was, that petite, expressionless brunette, standing in front of her, this faint smile of kindness painted on her face as usual.

« Hi Maevy ! How are you doing ? »

Maeve wondered whether to kill her right now or to wait for the « sorceress » to say something worse before strangling her. She decided to begin the killing processus with words.

« Hi sweetie ! » She said in an exasperated tone of voice.

But obviously, the brunette did not understand she was mocking her and took it as a compliment.

« So…my dear sorceress, how’s your relation with Sinbad at the moment ?? I heard last night that you were getting closer… »

‘Be kind, be kind Maeve – she’s stupid but she’s nice – she has no personnality, no strengh, but she’s nice…be kind Maeve, be kind…’ the little voice inside the fiery sorceress’ head repeated again and again.

But no, she had had too much…she couldn’t take it…Sinbad had already irritated her sooo much… she was not going to let it go.

She rose of her chair and made her way towards the now afraid brunette angrily.

She spoke slowly, but firmly…the anger could be heard in each word…

« What I do in the night with my husband does not have anything to do with you, I let you a whole year to try to get him, but you were too stupid to react. Good. You did as you wished to. But now he’s MY man, and this only OUR business. AM I CLEAR ??? »

But then Maeve saw the expression of pure fear on the petite woman’s face, and realized why she was so scared : first, she was always afraid of anything bigger than a cat, and second, a fireball had formed in Maeve’s hand, the anger burning  her provocking the loss of her self-control.

The brunette just ran away in terror, screaming something that sounded like the greatest captain’s name.

« And I’m not your Maevy, nor you dear sorceress, nor any other stupid names you LOVE to call me by ! My name’s MAEVE !!! » Maeve yelled after her.

She then sighed again and sat down at the table, chuckling a bit. The only good point with Bryn was probably that she could always have some fun with her whenever she wanted to. Good girl.

Doubar suddenly appeared from nowhere and stood in front of her, his big grin and stomach preceeding him.

« Hi Lass ! »

Maeve forced a smile to the first mate. He had always been great to her, and he was her brother-in-law, she had to keep a good relationship with him.

« Hey Tubby ! »

He patted her shoulder, his smile growing larger. But he didn’t notice the soft moan from Maeve, the pain in her shoulder was already there, filling her neck too, which was an effect of her previous night with the dumb and dumber guy.

« So, Lass, have you seen any wine, or woman around here ? »

His face showed all his sincerity. ‘God, he’s serious.’

« I dunno…ask that pig-headed brother of yours… »

« Alright, good idea !…Where is he ??? »

Maeve thought for a moment,.

« Well…probably combatting the evil, or having a good time with Rumina…oh or maybe he’s selling his soul to Scratch. »

Doubar nodded, satisfied, and headed to wherever this precise place was.

 No one came in the next five minutes, and Maeve wondered if maybe she would get some time to sleep there on her table.

But her project was interrupted by Rongar.

He appeared there, playing with this little thing moving in the wind that Firouz had given him when they had met Tetsu, three years ago. The strong moor hadn’t dropped it, or put it down, even while sleeping, since this day. It was so funny, that even at night he was still dreaming of the pretty white thing dancing in the breeze.

Maeve frowned, afraid that he might come to her to show her how it worked for the hundredth time, but he just walked by, not even looking at her, fascinated by his toy. Maeve smiled. This guy was so happy that sometimes she envied him.

Then, her dear curly haired friend came to her, a smile illuminating his face.

‘Oh no…’ she thought. Alright, like the others, he was a very nice person,  but the only thought of listening to one of his theories made her sick.

« Hi Maeve ! » he said joyfully.

The sorceress just nodded, a faint smile on her face. But then he began :

« You see, that’s amazing. I just discovered that… »

The poor scientist never finished his sentence. Maeve used her new power and « stopped » the time, thanks to Piper Halliwell. She then took the inventor by the collar and dragged him to the restrooms where she locked him.

« Phew ! » she sighed, heading back to her table to finish her ale.

But the worst part was coming.

Her so beautiful sea-blue eyed husband entered the room, a satisfied smile on his face.

She decided to speak first :

« Sinbad, look, I’m too tired to do anything tonight….plus my neck and my…my whole body hurts like hell…so we are just going to SLEEP tonight, is that clear ? »

His grin did not disappear, he came to her as if he hadn’t heard her and he kissed her briefly on the cheek, before sitting next to her.

« AAAHHH….what a good day, Wife. »

Maeve lifted her eyebrow at him. He knew too well she hated it when he called her by this ‘name’. But he just went on :

« I sailed on calm waters, battled evil, saved lives, drank some good ale, had fun with three young nymphets, watched ‘who wants to be a millionare’, killed some demons, bought a new leather slip, and even took a shower. »

Maeve gasped in surprise. Alright, nothing was different from what he was telling her every evening, nothing but one thing. Never, ever Sinbad had taken a shower since she had met him. This was truly amazing, and Maeve decided that it deserved a reward.

So, tiredly, she rose to her feet and lead her husband to their room, knowing she had to take advantage of the situation.

Well, it wasn’t everyday that the Master of the Seven Seas got washed up. ‘No sweat today’ she thought.

« Remember Tom Jones, babe. I’m a sex bomb. »

And with those words, the blue-eyed guy lead his fiery wife to some new and exciting adventures.

 ( OMG this fic is so... arg let it down and please forget you ever read this :) )