[MEME] -- #5, the AU from Hell

[freshoffthefarm]

[From here, as requested by fakes]
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It was an op in Vegas, which was so weird since most of her domestic ops stayed in the DC Metro area, and Annie had done her job well. The extra babysitting had been extra annoying (when wasn't it?), but he'd come along to visit an old friend... or so he'd said.

She hadn't seen hide or hair of him during her mission, but when she went to have a drink in the bar at their hotel late the night before they were supposed to leave, she found him sitting in a dark corner. When didn't he sit in dark corners, really, but she rolled her eyes and put a smile on her face to join him.

Their breakup and subsequent dealings had been difficult, and after that State Dinner, she'd gone out of her way to keep her distance from him as much as possible. That didn't mean they couldn't enjoy a drink or two (or seven) while in Vegas.

Unfortunately--

When Annie woke to the pounding in her head, she almost couldn't open her eyes. When she finally managed, she ignored the immense nausea she felt and peered at the walls in the hotel room she was in. She hadn't been given this nice of a room, not on the Agency's dime, no. This was something else. Turning, she caught sight of a man's head and her eyes widened, causing the pounding to pick up and she clenched her eyes shut again with a groan.

Clapping both hands, right over left, on her head, she felt something heavy and lifted them again almost immediately. Seeing the wedding ring set on her left hand, she gasped.

"Oh, my God."

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[freshoffthefarm]

"Oh."

It was the one question out of the myriad of questions they'd lobbed back and forth that she honestly hadn't even considered. The baffled look on her face was probably comical in it's confusion and she blinked at him.

"I honestly don't know. I always thought when I got married that I'd just be Mrs. Agent Whoever, but..." She paused. "What are your thoughts?"

She really, truly, wanted to know.

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

"If I was still an Agent, I'd say keep 'Walker' but since I'm not, 'Webb' is just fine. I enjoy calling you Mrs. Webb." He smiled briefly at that last bit of his thought. Anne Catherine Webb.

[freshoffthefarm]

"No, now you're a Director, which is going to bring a lot of looks when I show up as that Mrs. Webb that you love so much." Her headache was coming back. She took a breath. "Joan's going to have a fit. You've definitely poached her agent."

She snickered a little and then shook her head again. "You want me to use Webb because you're really pleased with yourself, aren't you?"

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

That got a laugh out of him. "That's a way to put it."

"I'm extremely pleased with myself, I got the girl."

Smug, thy name is Clayton Webb.

[freshoffthefarm]

The smug look on his face told her everything that she needed to know: now that he'd gotten her, no matter how he'd gotten her, he wasn't going to let her go as easily as he had before.

It was a comforting thought. Her own smile wasn't quite as smug, but she grinned nonetheless. "Then maybe I will be Agent Webb, even if it will draw looks."

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

Clay wasn't ever going to let go of Annie if he could help it. The next part he said only for Annie to hear, "Director and Agent Webb." though he did have a feeling that it was going to be Directors Webb before he retired.

"It can draw as many looks as it wants. You're Mrs. Webb."