Solace, Chapter One
Title: Solace
Author: rainbowsfics
Fandom: Covert Affairs
Rating: K
Warnings: N/A
Pairings (if applicable) Annie/Auggie
Character(s) (if applicable) Annie, Auggie, Danielle
Summary: "Wait. How am I gonna get home?" What if Annie brought Auggie to Danielle's dinner?
She was sitting at a tavern with her friends - how happy she had been to have made friends on the first day of work was something she wouldn't reveal, to save herself from embarrassment of her hidden insecurity -when, in the midst of a conversation about Ms. Irish Boston College, she none to gently grabbed Auggie's arm to look at his watch to find out she was late. Again.
"Oh, my god! I was supposed to be at my sister's house an hour ago!" she exclaimed, as she began to gather her things. The punctual gene seemed to have skipped Annie, as Danielle had never once been late in her life. Instead, she made the mistake of showing up too early.
At Conrad's and Auggie's confused and questioning looks, she explained further, "I live in her guest house. We do dinner every Thursday."
"That's okay," Auggie assured her, as she was in the middle of apologizing for her sudden departure. A thought seemed occur in Auggie when he asked, "Wait. How am I gonna get home?"
That made Annie halt to a stop and turn around, while Conrad laughed in his seat. While, yes, he probably could find a ride out of Ms. Irish Boston College, she didn't feel completely comfortable with just leaving him there. After all, what kind of friend would just leave the other without a definitive way of getting home?
"Come with me," she blurted out. That made Auggie, and even Conrad, who had since lost interest in the conversation, raise his eyebrows.
As she mulled and contemplated over in her head, repeating it a few times to ensure that it made sense, she began nodding. Who said you should think of what you say before you say it?
"Yeah, yeah. Come with me," she spoke, nodding for her own benefit, "My sister's always telling how I need to bring someone over, and if I bring you over, she'll stop trying to set me up for the next . . . three dinners, at least." Happy with her reasoning, Annie waited for his hesitating affirmation before looping her arm through his, leaving Conrad to flirt with the Maryland native.
xXx
Once they were both safely inside the car, Annie began driving, she began thinking about how to approach asking Auggie what had been going through her mind since she began at the CIA. Her leg bounced up and down while her fingers tapped nervously along the steering wheel.
"Annie, what is it?" Auggie asked, finally breaking the silence.
Being broken out of her reverie, she spoke, "W-what?" Turning to look at him she saw him smirk knowingly, like only he could do.
"Annie, I can hear you thinking over there. It's loud. Loud and worrisome. So what is it?"
"I . . ." she began, trying to summon up the courage. His hand along her leg calmed her down; although she was sure he heard the sharp intake of breath when he suddenly made contact with her. "Are you allowed to tell your family what you do?" She bit her lip nervously, only barely managing to keep an eye on the road as she tried to gauge his reaction.
It wasn't that she wanted to brag to Danielle and Michael about her job, it was just that she wanted them aware, prepared; in case something did happen to her.
He sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair. She liked it better that way: boyish and messy.
"Don't do it, Annie," he warned, his eyes closed and suddenly looking ten years older.
She was about to ask what she wasn't supposed to do when he continued, and opened his eyes to face her.
"Don't tell your family what you do. It's allowed technically in the way that showing up drunk at the White House might be allowed. People just don't do it. I know that you want them to know what you, and by association they, signed up for," he could practically feel her disappointment, and replaced the hand on her leg again, and once he thought he had her attention he spoke softly, "Annie, I have four older brothers, okay? I know what it's like to want to tell them everything, but you can't. For you, and for them."
She seemed to accept this as an answer. "Thank you, Auggie," she spoke gently.
He was about to respond when she suddenly spoke, "Who the hell are you?"
Bewildered, he asked, "Annie, what?", his brow furrowing in confusion.
"Crap, we're being followed," she murmured, her attention directed to the rear view mirror.
"What are you going to do?" he questioned. It might not have been an ideal moment, but he liked to test her every now and then, and he wasn't about to pass this opportunity up.
"D.E.C. Method - determine, evade, counter-pursue," she responded knowledgably, "Hold on tight."
Auggie may have been able to suppress the praise at having obviously paid attention at The Farm, but he wasn't able to stifle the proud smile that appeared. He should have been prepared for the sudden halt and ear-splitting brake screech, but he was still caught off-guard, and held on the seatbelt in instinct.
He could feel her smiling at her victory of getting behind their pursuer, but she still managed a "Sorry, Aug," when she noticed his blanched face.
He managed a "S'fine," before he felt the car jolt into action twist down the crowded highway. He felt it bump as it swerved onto the street to try to corner the pursuer.
"Oh, man," Annie murmured as she swerved onto the sidewalk and crashed into a store display.
They both jolted back into their seats as the red car halted to an unintentional stop. She twisted the key into the ignition and they could both hear the engine stall loudly.
"Come on, you piece of crap car!" she yelled as she frustratingly hit the steering wheel. Auggie successfully stifled his chuckles.
xXx
He liked to walk arm in arm with Annie, he deduced as she led him out of her car and down the stone pathway. He knew that she knew that she didn't have to instinctively curl her hand around his, or loop her arm around his.
He took solace in that.
His feet stopped when he heard her muttered, "Oh, crap," and the sound of her hair brushing against her shoulders as she gathered it up.
"What is it?" he questioned before her hands clutched his collar and straightened out his tie.
Her brow was furrowed and she knew that Auggie could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. She placed her hands on his shoulders and slid them down his chest, under the pretense of erasing invisible wrinkles. "My sister, darling may she be, has decided to play matchmaker and set me up from someone straight out of an Archie comic," she shuddered, "So, be prepared in case I need to use you as an excuse to get the hell out of there." She patted his chest with an air of definiteness.
"Oh, the things one has to do for friends," he exclaimed melodramatically.
"Oh, don't start complaining now. When you meet my over-sugared nieces, Katia and Chloe, then you can start regretting it," she retorted.
With a chuckle of her own, she led them both into the comfort of Danielle's home.
Next Chapter.
Author: rainbowsfics
Fandom: Covert Affairs
Rating: K
Warnings: N/A
Pairings (if applicable) Annie/Auggie
Character(s) (if applicable) Annie, Auggie, Danielle
Summary: "Wait. How am I gonna get home?" What if Annie brought Auggie to Danielle's dinner?
She was sitting at a tavern with her friends - how happy she had been to have made friends on the first day of work was something she wouldn't reveal, to save herself from embarrassment of her hidden insecurity -when, in the midst of a conversation about Ms. Irish Boston College, she none to gently grabbed Auggie's arm to look at his watch to find out she was late. Again.
"Oh, my god! I was supposed to be at my sister's house an hour ago!" she exclaimed, as she began to gather her things. The punctual gene seemed to have skipped Annie, as Danielle had never once been late in her life. Instead, she made the mistake of showing up too early.
At Conrad's and Auggie's confused and questioning looks, she explained further, "I live in her guest house. We do dinner every Thursday."
"That's okay," Auggie assured her, as she was in the middle of apologizing for her sudden departure. A thought seemed occur in Auggie when he asked, "Wait. How am I gonna get home?"
That made Annie halt to a stop and turn around, while Conrad laughed in his seat. While, yes, he probably could find a ride out of Ms. Irish Boston College, she didn't feel completely comfortable with just leaving him there. After all, what kind of friend would just leave the other without a definitive way of getting home?
"Come with me," she blurted out. That made Auggie, and even Conrad, who had since lost interest in the conversation, raise his eyebrows.
As she mulled and contemplated over in her head, repeating it a few times to ensure that it made sense, she began nodding. Who said you should think of what you say before you say it?
"Yeah, yeah. Come with me," she spoke, nodding for her own benefit, "My sister's always telling how I need to bring someone over, and if I bring you over, she'll stop trying to set me up for the next . . . three dinners, at least." Happy with her reasoning, Annie waited for his hesitating affirmation before looping her arm through his, leaving Conrad to flirt with the Maryland native.
xXx
Once they were both safely inside the car, Annie began driving, she began thinking about how to approach asking Auggie what had been going through her mind since she began at the CIA. Her leg bounced up and down while her fingers tapped nervously along the steering wheel.
"Annie, what is it?" Auggie asked, finally breaking the silence.
Being broken out of her reverie, she spoke, "W-what?" Turning to look at him she saw him smirk knowingly, like only he could do.
"Annie, I can hear you thinking over there. It's loud. Loud and worrisome. So what is it?"
"I . . ." she began, trying to summon up the courage. His hand along her leg calmed her down; although she was sure he heard the sharp intake of breath when he suddenly made contact with her. "Are you allowed to tell your family what you do?" She bit her lip nervously, only barely managing to keep an eye on the road as she tried to gauge his reaction.
It wasn't that she wanted to brag to Danielle and Michael about her job, it was just that she wanted them aware, prepared; in case something did happen to her.
He sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair. She liked it better that way: boyish and messy.
"Don't do it, Annie," he warned, his eyes closed and suddenly looking ten years older.
She was about to ask what she wasn't supposed to do when he continued, and opened his eyes to face her.
"Don't tell your family what you do. It's allowed technically in the way that showing up drunk at the White House might be allowed. People just don't do it. I know that you want them to know what you, and by association they, signed up for," he could practically feel her disappointment, and replaced the hand on her leg again, and once he thought he had her attention he spoke softly, "Annie, I have four older brothers, okay? I know what it's like to want to tell them everything, but you can't. For you, and for them."
She seemed to accept this as an answer. "Thank you, Auggie," she spoke gently.
He was about to respond when she suddenly spoke, "Who the hell are you?"
Bewildered, he asked, "Annie, what?", his brow furrowing in confusion.
"Crap, we're being followed," she murmured, her attention directed to the rear view mirror.
"What are you going to do?" he questioned. It might not have been an ideal moment, but he liked to test her every now and then, and he wasn't about to pass this opportunity up.
"D.E.C. Method - determine, evade, counter-pursue," she responded knowledgably, "Hold on tight."
Auggie may have been able to suppress the praise at having obviously paid attention at The Farm, but he wasn't able to stifle the proud smile that appeared. He should have been prepared for the sudden halt and ear-splitting brake screech, but he was still caught off-guard, and held on the seatbelt in instinct.
He could feel her smiling at her victory of getting behind their pursuer, but she still managed a "Sorry, Aug," when she noticed his blanched face.
He managed a "S'fine," before he felt the car jolt into action twist down the crowded highway. He felt it bump as it swerved onto the street to try to corner the pursuer.
"Oh, man," Annie murmured as she swerved onto the sidewalk and crashed into a store display.
They both jolted back into their seats as the red car halted to an unintentional stop. She twisted the key into the ignition and they could both hear the engine stall loudly.
"Come on, you piece of crap car!" she yelled as she frustratingly hit the steering wheel. Auggie successfully stifled his chuckles.
xXx
He liked to walk arm in arm with Annie, he deduced as she led him out of her car and down the stone pathway. He knew that she knew that she didn't have to instinctively curl her hand around his, or loop her arm around his.
He took solace in that.
His feet stopped when he heard her muttered, "Oh, crap," and the sound of her hair brushing against her shoulders as she gathered it up.
"What is it?" he questioned before her hands clutched his collar and straightened out his tie.
Her brow was furrowed and she knew that Auggie could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. She placed her hands on his shoulders and slid them down his chest, under the pretense of erasing invisible wrinkles. "My sister, darling may she be, has decided to play matchmaker and set me up from someone straight out of an Archie comic," she shuddered, "So, be prepared in case I need to use you as an excuse to get the hell out of there." She patted his chest with an air of definiteness.
"Oh, the things one has to do for friends," he exclaimed melodramatically.
"Oh, don't start complaining now. When you meet my over-sugared nieces, Katia and Chloe, then you can start regretting it," she retorted.
With a chuckle of her own, she led them both into the comfort of Danielle's home.
Next Chapter.