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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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."

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We'd fear for the safety of anyone who insisted on 'supervising' Annabelle. She's been living as an adult for years now, and wouldn't take kindly to outside interference.

She nods in understanding, enjoying being curled up with him like this. "And so you fought back, and....ended up here, somehow."

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"We wanted to do something big to scare them, off." He nods. "I guess disappearing in a vortex of energy counts?"

"And here... well, here we have a second chance."

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"I'd say so," she replies with a chuckle, kissing him.

She nods. "Wherever you decide to go, once you've gotten yourselves acclimated and we've put a few words in the right ears." It's a lot easier to fake an identity in the 1920's, thank goodness.

"I think that's why we haven't....asked for anything permanent or major yet. It wouldn't be right to take advantage of you like that."

Could they use people with the Angels' talents? Oh HELL yes. Does Annabelle want Connor to stay very badly? Absolutely. But neither Annabelle nor Æon as a whole are going to pressure them into anything.

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"Hm... I..." He blushes, very red. "Was thinking of... staying."

"Around here."

With you is not said, but, does he need to? At least right now?

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It probably wouldn't hurt.

Annabelle blushes a bit herself. "Really? I was, I was hoping you would stay around here."

The 'with me' part is left unspoken. It's not inconceivable that he'd find someone else, now that he's out of that mad world of his. Someone who lives a safer, quieter life. A girl who's less freakish than she is, less of a magnet for trouble and pain.

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"I was hoping you'd not mind me staying." While Connor's sure she could find someone less bland, someone who would not min danger and such.

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That description could have applied to David, which is hardly a mark in its favor.

"Mind?!" Annabelle asks, blinking. Clearly, she has not been getting her point across well enough.