AU: Trinity Universe/FreakAngels crossover: First date

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OOC: Takes place not too terribly long after this thread.

After certain events at the Chicago harbor there had been considerable amusement within the Æon Society over the pairing up of Annabelle Newfield and Connor. (Whitley Styles had won the betting pool, despite Jake's claim that he cheated.)

As for the reactions of the other FreakAngels to the news, well, who knows?

There was a furious spate of trouble starting the very next day, of course. All of the Society's founders have been run ragged for the last few weeks. For the moment though, things are quiet. (Or at least, if things ARE going crazy somewhere, someone else is handling the problem.)

Annabelle and Jake got back in town at some ungodly hour this morning, whereupon she fell asleep on one of the couches near the fireplace. (Jake is probably off somewhere regaling a pretty woman or two with tales of said adventure, because that's what he does.)

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"I....don't know," Annabelle replies with a chuckle. "It's enough just to be here with you, like this."


Awww, someone's blushing.

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Two someones? Connor smiles sheepishly, just... sitting there, holding Annabelle's hands.

Ah, teens in love.

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Somewhere, someone is surely gagging over the cuteness, we're sure.

It's oddly comfortable sitting like this, and it's been a rough few days. All of which might explain why she falls asleep with her head on Connor's shoulder.

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Let them gag.

Connor slips arms around Annabelle, and holds her gently close, letting the young woman sleep.

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It's been a long time since she's slept this deeply. When you can't sense people's intentions, sleeping lightly can be the only thing keeping you alive.

Connor might notice another presence peeking around the corner. One of the ladies on the kitchen staff is checking in on them, just in case they need anything.

The fact that the older ladies find the couple adorable is, let's be honest, also a factor in the attention.

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Well, Connor right now needs... nothing.

Who cares its the 1920's? he's in a world where people are not hunting them, a world where he can do things to help with the Package.

And he has Annabelle.

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Well, when you put it like that....

The woman smiles softly, and ducks back around the corner.

Æon has seven founding members, the very same seven folks the Angels met when they first arrived in this world. One of them, Annabelle's friend Whitley Styles, comes into view an hour or so later.

He's the closest of those seven to Connor in personality, oddly enough. (The files are, after all, HIS doing.) He stops when he sees the two of them, and gives Connor a friendly smile. "I had feared we'd never see the day," he says softly, glancing at a still sleeping Annabelle.

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Not wishing to disturb Annabelle, Connor just raises an inquisitive brow at Styles...

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There's sadness and guilt in his expression as he explains. (He should have known that something was up with David, damn it all!)

"I don't know how much you've learned about our pasts," he says quietly. "Suffice to say that we were afraid that she'd never trust her heart to anyone again, after what happened last year..."

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He blinks, then nods. Still silent, Connor draws the sleeping woman slightly closer, protectively.

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Whitley smiles softly at him and nods in understanding. "You're good for each other," he adds. "You've no idea how much trouble we've had getting her to rest," he says with a shake of his head.

Then he takes his leave, just in case his presence might wake Annabelle up.

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Well, Connor hopes Annabelle will sleep until fully rested, and he will try to make sure her back and neck are well-supported.

You know, so the girl does not wake up with a sore neck and achy back.

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It's evening when she finally wakes up, neither sore nor stiff.

There's a moment or two of utter confusion caused by waking up in a strange place, but then things click. She blushes hugely. "I'm SO sorry. I can't believe I fell asleep like that...."

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Connor gives a low chuckle. "Because of my bony shoulder?" Or close to bony.

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Annabelle gives him a Look and rolls her eyes. "Because I was looking forward to spending time with you, and falling asleep when you have company is horribly rude," she replies, poking him playfully.

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"Well..." He blushes a bit. "I think it's flattering that you like me enough to just fall asleep like that."

Seriously, you do not nap on the shoulder of people you dislike.

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This is true.

"I hadn't thought of it like that," she replies, still a bit sheepish.

"I don't think I've been able to sleep that deeply in...oh, it must be years," she says with a shake of her head. "Not unless I was drugged, anyway."

Paranoia, what paranoia?

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Okay, he knows she is likely not meaning anything like that, but Connor still has to hold back a frown... it's a reflex, from being hunted because people just assumed they would mis-use their abilities.

But, silence lingers a bit...

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"I said something wrong, didn't I?" Annabelle asks with a wince.

"I've never really felt...safe before, I suppose," she goes on, trying to explain. "Not since I was 12 and got shot for the first time, anyway."

"But I feel safe with you, better than I've ever felt, I...." Annabelle is not good with words.

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He just nods, and draws Annabelle into a tender kiss.

Words can be deceiving.

This, can not.

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Annabelle is quite relieved when he draws her into a kiss. She was having trouble coming up with words, and now she doesn't need to!

(Possibly this is related to her preference for punching trouble in the face, who knows?)

She won't break the kiss until she starts getting dizzy from lack of oxygen.

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Connor might take the initiative to stop the kiss when he feels Annabelle might need air: he's red-faced, gasping a bit and grinning himself.

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Lovely, lovely endorphins. "I think I got my point across," she teases.

"Still, I suppose a bribe wouldn't go amiss," she adds with a wink. "You mentioned ice cream earlier, I think?"

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"I think I did." He grins and nods.

Ice cream might be an extra good idea since both skipped lunch...

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"Hm. There's an ice cream parlor not too far from here," she says, thinking aloud. "I think they're running a speak easy in the basement, but that could describe half the buildings in Chicago."

Illegal does not equal unavailable, as Connor surely knows.