A/N: I don't own! I just heard the song and thought of Annie and Auggie =D

I wanna know where you go

When you're dreaming

I wanna see what you see

When your eyes close

And when it all goes down

Will you have a place to run?

Cause I don't know and I can't tell what you're thinking

So we'll just drive through the night

Till we find some kind of home ~ Thriving Ivory "Some kind of Home"

Some Kind of Home

She'd handled herself well, all things considering. Auggie had been worried when the call had come through that Ben Mercer had not made it, and when Annie Walker had stepped off of the jet, the sound of her heels masked by the roar of the engines, he did not know what to say to console her. What was there to say?

Joan had told her to take some time off. Jai and Auggie seemed to be the two that took it upon themselves – all rivalry put aside for Annie's sake – to switch off watches. She knew that at any hour of the day they were both available to her. No matter what.

So when Auggie's cell rang, startling him awake at four in the morning, he knew exactly who it was. "Hey Annie."

"What are you doing?"

"Whatever you need me to do."

There was a pause, and while her voice sounded off it didn't sound like she'd been crying. It was hollow, and that frightened him more than a hysterical Annie. "You up for a drive?"

"Yeah," he lied, running a hand over his face. "You want me to catch a cab to your place or are you picking me up?"

"I'm outside your building."

Auggie blinked against his ever-present darkness. "Alright. Let me throw some clothes on."

Five minutes later he made it down to her car. She called to him, signifying her position, and he climbed in. She didn't speak or give him any idea as to their direction, but they drove for what seemed like a short eternity, the car steadily speeding up.

The radio blared, as if it meant to drown out the world around her. "And you don't know why/Yeah, they put a bullet through your heart/And told you not to cry/You know life should be beautiful/So come on out of your shadow for while…."

Her silence was leaving Auggie feeling very unnerved and he finally tried his voice, hoping that his exhaustion would not be evident. "So… You want to talk about it?"

Annie turned to look at him, and in a split second she pulled the car to a dead stop, the tires skidding and the tail whipped around. Her passenger was not expecting the sudden action and was thrown to the side of the car. They sat in silence for half a moment before she spoke, her voice raw with emotion. "I dreamt about him tonight. We were on that damned plane and he was looking up at me and he begged me not to let go. His eyes were so clear and his blood was all over me." Her voice broke and she erupted into a fit of sobs, burring her face in her hands as they sat sideways on a deserted back road in some place that Auggie would never know.

The tech op reached out very slowly, hand touching her shoulder. He heard the click of her seatbelt and she launched herself into his arms. "I miss him. How stupid is that? The man that disappears for two years. I miss him so much."

Auggie hugged her close to him, one hand cradling her head and the other gently rubbing circles against her back. "I know," he murmured, unsure of what else there really was to say.

They sat like that for hours until he sun rose. Auggie thought she might be asleep several times, half curled into his lap somewhere outside of the city. They never spoke about the night after, but Annie did seem better after it. Auggie thought of it often, mulling over the pain that gripped her and the song that he associated with those few moments of pure honesty.