Hello again! This is the beginning of a new set of drabbles. It is about The Sound of Music. What Georg and Maria are thinking during various scenes - particularly the ones where you can see the tension between them. They will be short, but sweet and fluffy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This is all Rogers and Hammerstein's work. And the screen writers and the network. No Copywright infringement intended.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Maria POV:

My nerves were jumping as I rushed from the ballroom.

"In the future, you will remember that there are rooms in this house that are best left undisturbed," the Captain said to me as I stood with my mouth open. The first thing I noticed about him was his smart outfit. Then his chiseled face, and finally, those piercing blue eyes – they seemed to stare right into my soul. Quite like The Reverend Mother's, but not as kind. They were like ice.

"Yes Captain, yes sir," I said, timidly.

He then went on and on about ridiculous rules that I had to follow. I saluted him with a "yes, sir!" and he gave me the strangest look. I returned it with my look of penitence. Then, he took out a whistle and blew into – hard. I was shocked! What is a dignified man like himself using a dog whistle in a house? And after insulting my dress! Though it is an ugly dress. I don't blame the poor for not taking it. But before I could dwell on it for too long, I heard clattering above me. I heard footsteps of many children as they ran to what?

Oh dear – they have run to a line as if in the army. I did a quick head count. There were only six! Where was the seventh? Then, to my surprise, they started marching as if they were in the navy corps. But there was something about this man, tooting away on the whistle that stirred something inside of me. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was strange.

Then, he handed me a whistle. I accidentally called him Reverend Captain, and felt my face flush. Oh goodness, he wants me to answer to a whistle. Maybe in good time. Oh, where did that come from? I blew into the whistle sharply, and he turned, looking at me. Something tug in my stomach, but I pushed it away. He answered me curtly "you may call me Captain". I smiled slightly, meeting his piecing stare, even thought it felt as if I was being surveyed ever so closely. It was at that moment – when he blew the whistle after looking at me so intensely I knew that there was a greater reason why I was being sent here. It was then that I knew that there was something about this captain that made me feel strange, and I had to figure out why.

The Captain POV

I was impatient to begin eating. This new governess did not seem very promising. Talking back to me this morning, and now she is ten minutes late to dinner! I'm afraid that this is not going to end well.

I suddenly hear a huge clatter and see that Fraulein Maria has finally graced us with her presence. She went to sit down on her chair and suddenly shot up with a yelp. I gave her a look and she seemed guilty. She smacked her bum and said "err, rheumatism." And sat down.

We were finally left to eat in peace.

"Excuse me, Captain; haven't we forgotten to thank the Lord?"

I looked at her for a moment, and then reluctantly put my fork down. I knew that under my annoyance, there was a twinge of something else. Something I hadn't felt since before my wife died. It scared me.

She let us eat in peace, or so she thought. Throughout dinner, she continuously talked and asked questions.

In the Von Trapp house hold, dinner is a time for silent contemplation of one's food – not conversation.

This fraulein would be work, and I knew it from that moment.

I hope you liked! I'll be working on this along with When You Close the Door, You Right a Tilting Planet, and my Tonks Lupin story if I can think of anything. And maybe the Violet and Quigley one that I may just end up redoing completely. Check 'em out! If you have a story you want, let me know, and I'll see what I can do.

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