Jefferson Drabbles

Summary: Jefferson and Quinn meet for the first time.

2. Jefferson x OFC
Prompt: "I don't know how many ways I can say that I'm sorry."
Words: 333

Jefferson trudged through the rain and mud, his gaze shifting from the road in front of him to the equally soaked and muddy young woman next to him. Since the moment Jefferson had met her, she'd been infuriatingly silent, giving Jefferson the cold shoulder. He had saved her from a run in with the law while running from them himself - granted, his pursuers were in a whole other world. He hadn't expected to portal back into the Enchanted Forest and tumble into another tight situation. He'd apologized profusely after they escaped the sheriff's men. "Are you ever going to speak to me? Not even to ask where we're off to?" he asked her.

The young woman just shrugged her shoulders before swiping at the dark hair plastered to her face.

"I don't know how many ways I can say that I'm sorry," he continued, brushing his own hair from his face. He was in desperate need of a haircut. "It's not like I planned this, you know."

The young woman stopped in her tracks, making Jefferson stop as well. As he turned to face her, he was struck by how small she was. Jefferson towered over her as she glared up at her. His lips twitched into a smirk as he gazed into her fire-filled eyes. "You nearly got me killed! You injured me! And they got away with everything they forced the villagers to give them!"

Jefferson arched an eyebrow at her. "You confronted them for some villagers?"

"I don't expect someone like you to understand," she huffed at him. "We follow a code." The man's eyebrow arched higher at her words and the young woman just scowled up at him. "You are a loathsome man."

"That might be true, but for now you're stuck with me," he answered with a shrug. "Name's Jefferson."

The young woman eyed him curiously for a moment though her annoyed look never left her face. Finally, she let out another huff before saying, "I'm Quinn."