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Eventually, the jungle was left behind and the FreakAngels and the members of the Æon Society made their way to Æon's headquarters in Chicago.

The headquarters looks, to the casual observer, much like the home of someone who is very well to do. It is, of course. Maxwell Anderson Mercer is a very wealthy man, philanthropist or no, after all. It's only when you look deeper and realize how solidly built the place is and that certain extra security measures are in place that it begins to reveal itself for what it is.

Namely, the home base of people who, not to put too fine a point on it, quite a lot of dangerous people want dead.

There is an island of calm in the hustle and bustle, the Archives. Every piece of research, every note, every adventure of the Society's members is in here...somewhere.

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leadinghome

Laugh, not, but smile yes: Connor smiles and kisses her nose, relaxing more.

Thank you.

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aeons_crackshot

You're welcome Annabelle replies with a mental chuckle.

Now that he's no longer hanging his head she straightens up. Just because she can stay bent like that doesn't mean that she wants to.

Something twinges in ways it shouldn't, and her smile flickers briefly. Dixon has told her that those twinges should have stopped by now, so many months after Siberia.

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leadinghome

That makes him raise a brow and cup her cheek, concerned. "What's wrong, Annabelle?"

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aeons_crackshot

"Remnants of my last near death experience," she says. She attempts a wry grin but doesn't quite manage it.

She still has nightmares about it, even all these months later.

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leadinghome

And that is more than reason enough for Connor to scoot closer and hold Annabelle protectively.

Offering what comfort he can.

Maybe the two need some normalcy in their lives.

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aeons_crackshot

Ah, normalcy. That thing that usually happens to other people.

"Generally, I'm the one doing the protecting," she says with a huff that could be mistaken for a laugh.

She's not objecting to him holding her like this at all, mind you.

"Dixon figured that I should have stopped having those by now, but since they're not exactly sure what they did to me...." she says, trailing off with a shrug.

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leadinghome

"Ignorance is not bliss..." Connor sighs, drawing her closer.

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aeons_crackshot

"Not generally, no," Annabelle says with a sigh.

It feels good to sit like this, bodies very close together in the warm sun.

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leadinghome

Oh, Connor would be happy with being in the shade with her too, so... no problems there. "So... we are... dating, now?" You, just to make sure they are in the same page.

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aeons_crackshot

Annabelle blushes. "If you want to?" she says with a small smile.

Look, her last boyfriend turned out to be a bad guy intent of using her to get information on the Society. He "broke up" with her by dosing her with paralytic poison, verbally ripping her heart to pieces, and nearly dumping her off a 20 story building. This would be enough to shake anybody's confidence.

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leadinghome

Oh, yes.

That's why Connor lets go, moves around to face her and takes the girl's hand. "Annabelle, would you be my girlfriend?"

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aeons_crackshot

The saying that someone's smile could light up a room is terribly overused, but we're going to use it anyway. Because it fits.

"Yes." She leans forward to kiss him, just in case the verbal response was not enough. Or because she wants to kiss him again. Does it really matter which it is?

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leadinghome

Oh, he does not mind the kiss at all, smiling brightly into it and holding Annabelle for a long minute.

"I guess now I should get a job, so I can take you to the movies and stuff like that?"

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aeons_crackshot

Annabelle chuckles, "Only if you want to."

Annabelle doesn't worry about money, really. Since she's more or less on call all the time, her living expenses are taken care of. That, and she's still got money left from when she was a performer.

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leadinghome

"I want to. I guess we will have a lot of craziness to work through, but we should have some normalcy in between." He squeezes her hand, smiling.

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aeons_crackshot

"Normalcy would be a nice place to visit," she teases. "I don't think I've ever been there before."

It's a nice day, and there's no trouble brewing, nowhere else they need to be.

There might be a bit of a row with the others when they head back to Headquarters, so why not put that off as long as possible?