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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Connor smiles to Annabelle; so far, so good.

He keeps walking, making small talk, waiting for Styles to reach them.

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Annabelle squeezes Connor's hand, smiling. He's good at this. It won't be more than a few minutes before Whitley Styles is on the scene.

He introduces himself and leads a still bewildered Thomas and an excited little girl off into a nearby cafe for a long and involved explanation. Their part in this is finally done.

"You did great," Annabelle says with a smile, kissing his cheek. It's getting quite late now, so it might be a good idea to head back and get some sleep. After all, they've got an exciting afternoon planned!

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First, there is the point that Connor will hold his girlfriend close, and give her a scandalous peck on the lips.

What? It's the 20's, they are teens and in public. "Things never get boring around here, do they?"

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Scandalous. Not that Annabelle gives a damn, mind you.

"Not generally, no," Annabelle says with a chuckle, enjoying being close. We Inspired tend to lead...interesting lives, whether we want to or not.

They don't have to look for trouble, it finds them.

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"So." He wraps arms around her, close. "I have a triple-interesting girlfriend."

A small grin shows. "How lucky am I?" Connor rests forehead to Annabelle's, just... being there close.

Scandalous!

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"Triple-interesting, hm?" she asks with a chuckle.

This is very nice, and Annabelle hums a bit in contentment. "You can't possibly be luckier than me," she teases.

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"I think I am." He looks into Annabelle's eyes. "I have you."

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"But I think we should get going: I can feel the dirty looks we're getting and some people seem to be about to say something nasty." And he had enough excitement for a day that was supposed to be filled with a romantic date only.

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There are people who would die of shock if they realized Annabelle could blush like that and actually look momentarily shy.

"Flatterer," she says with a grin.

She snorts at the mention of dirty looks. "They'll be in for a shock in a few weeks when it's swimming weather, then," she tells him with a wink. "Scandalous."

She's not disagreeing with him about going, though.

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Swimming.

Bathing Suits.

Connor... blushing, as his mind runs ahead.

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Annabelle looks a bit bemused at his blush and gently tugs him in the direction of the Society's headquarters.

Perhaps sadly, 1920s swimwear is not nearly as revealing as what he's used to. Annabelle shakes her head, "People getting all indignant about any skin showing above the knee and below the neck," she mutters with a roll of her eyes.

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Quietly. "Hm, soon people will be wearing much less."

"A lot less." Almost nothing.

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"Really?" Annabelle asks with a raised eyebrow. That might explain his blushing.

"I expect you'll be...disappointed, then," she adds with a faint blush of her own. If he's used to far more lenient dress, he's likely to find her own look a bit stodgy, surely?

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"I doubt that." He's still blushing. "It's more likely you'll be."

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Annabelle's still blushing a bit herself. "Oh, I won't be," she says with a shy smile. "I'm interested in YOU, any pretty wrapping paper on the present is just a bonus."

She winces a bit internally. Seriously, that was the analogy her brain came up with?

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Connor does not mind, smiling and squeezing Annabelle's hand.

He's also smart enough to not add comments for his own for now, just walking back to the headquarters with his girlfriend.

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Annabelle smiles back and squeezes his hand. They don't talk much on the way back, but they don't need to.

Miss McCallister, the brave soul who mans the Society's front desk most days, is only half visible behind a small mountain of baked goods. It would appear that the families of the people Connor saved are still sending thank you gifts in the form of food.

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Connor blinks a bit, then shakes head. "I wonder how much those people think I can eat..." But he'll snag a basket that lets out a scent of cookies.

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Annabelle chuckles. "I doubt they expect you to eat all of them by yourself. The general understanding with this kind of gift seems to be that there will be a lot of sharing going on with family and friends."

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"...you did not see the way Luke and Mark go at it, right?" Connor grins. "Oh, buttery vanilla cookies."

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"I've managed to avoid that thus far," she replies with a wry grin. Of all the Angels, she gets along with Mark and Luke the least. (Possibly because both of them remind her of David.)

"For all their complaining about the cause, they seem more than willing to have at the rewards," she adds with a roll of her eyes.

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"Luke is the one who complains the most. Or sneers." He shakes head, taking Annabelle's hand and going back to the room with the fireplace. "I think Mark is just shaken, and needs some time to change back to his normal self."

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"I hope you're right," Annabelle says quietly.

She's finally starting to realise WHY she feels a bit uneasy around Mark, and the memories involved are still painful.

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"It was a shock for him: years thinking about being a superhero... about helping people, about doing good things. Then being hunted like a dangerous animal. Like a monster."

"Like a freak."

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"For you too, I should think," she replies, concerned. She leads him over to the couch by the fire, her body language encouraging him to curl up with her.

"I wish I could have been there for you." She might have meant to say 'we' and 'all of you', but this is far more revealing.

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Connor sets down the cookie basket, and gladly curls with Annabelle.

Shocking, teens acting like that, and unsupervised.

"And in the end, Mark was right: we had to stop, and fight back, or we'd be chased and hunted until we were dead."