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Annie had always accepted that she'd never do anything amazing. She'd never hold the pen to write a symphony or paint a masterpiece. She'd never save a life or go down in history. She had accepted this at the age of 13.
But now at 28, she realized she WAS doing something amazing.
She was saving lives. She was making a difference. And no one would ever know. She'd never be remembered by anyone important; no one important would know what she did, what she does.
Since Bens arrival and disappearance, she had been stuck in a mental conundrum since, and today, she was feeling steadily mortal. Annie sat at her desk, chin resting on her palm, as she thought these thoughts from when she was an innocent and dream-filled pre-teen. A frown marred her face and a line appeared on her forehead. No one special would remember all the amazing things she does, did, if she were to die.
Danielle would think it some tragic accident of a Smithsonian museum worker.
The DPD would cover up her death, make it some believable lie to feed the rest of the world.
No one would ever know.
And she'd fade into obscurity.
All because she couldn't tell a soul.
A steady clack weaved its way into her ears, merging into her thoughts, the sound so familiar. She was lost too deep in her thoughts to realize just who it was. Until he rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Annie, I'm in desperate need of a beautifully talented agent to escort to dinner tonight. Dining alone, while fun, isn't my idea of a nice night." He looked down at her and offered her a smile of encouragement. Everyone at the DPD, well, everyone important, knew Annie had been off recently since running into Ben once again on a random mission in Quebec. She'd caught him following her and, just like at the hospital and in the past, he disappeared without a word.
Annie smiled up at the blind man, knowing he couldn't see her but, somehow, he could sense it in his Auggie-way.
"Sure Aug, but you're buyin'." Auggie laughed and offered his hand to her. And she realized. He would remember her if she died tomorrow. He'd know the good she had done. He'd never let her memory rest. It didn't matter if no one else would know, if her death was covered up with a lie.
Because he'd know.
The most important person to her, the one who'd been behind her since day one at the DPD, would know.
August Anderson, blind tech-operative, would know.
Her dinner date.
Her Allen's friend.
Her drinking buddy.
Her St. Bernard.
Her rock.
Her secret strength.
Her inner-voice.
Her resolve.
Her safety-net.
Her secret-holder.
Her best friend.
Her important person.
Her Auggie.
As long as she was remembered by someone who loved her, who she loved, she'd never be forgotten.
Yes. I'm an Auggie/Annie fan too ^/^
Haha. This is short. Probably choppy. Not fleshed out. And more then likely weak in terms of literature.
But the bunnies refused to let me go without typing this up