I'm sort of overwhelmed with the fact that at this point we have all the canon. I have many stories I plan to go back to, stories I put off because I thought the show would give us curveballs that would mess them up. I'll get to them eventually. I guess there's no rush at this point?

For now, here's how I've been working out my emotions. No promises on my speed of updates, or how far I'll take it.

Natasha watched as Auggie was held between his "Seeing Eye Dog" and the man that had quickly introduced himself as Ryan. She was hurting pretty badly, herself, and Auggie had gone through so much more. Yet he had used his last bit of energy to update them on his other friend, the one they had been captured and tortured for Belenko to find. The man that Auggie wanted to rescue. In that moment, everything about Auggie made more sense.

Auggie and Natasha were pulled into the helicopter and two medics fluttered over him as they were whisked away from the abandoned apartmnt.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" The second medic snapped Tash out of her thoughts.

"Yeah. Well, no, well..."

"I'll just check you out."

"Is he going to be okay?" They had put an IV into Auggie's arm, and he had fallen asleep next to her. The medics had been cataloging his injuries and, after taking care of the cut on his face, determined nothing was in need of immediate attention. He was badly dehydrated, bruised, and probably had muscle tears in his shoulders, but there was no internal bleeding, nothing with long term effects.

"He'll be fine. What did they do to you?"

Tash looked at the medic, feeling detached. "Electrocution."

She heard the guide-dog: Annie, Tash reminded herself. She heard Annie gasp. She had forgotten that she was there. The woman was sitting with Ryan, wrapped in his arms, on the other side of Auggie.

"Do you have any burns?"

Tash was having trouble concentrating. "No. I'm, I don't think, I don't... I was in water."

The medic checked her over and determined that there were no urgent injuries. "You'll need a more thorough exam, but as long as the numbness isn't too bad, you are okay to wait."

...

Auggie jolted awake as the helicopter landed, but didn't move.

"We're across the border." Tash explained. "There's a plane to take us to Landstuhl."

"I don't need Landstuhl." Auggie replied, loudly. "I need to get to Deckard."

Annie turned and put her hand on Auggie's arm. "We're already tracking Deckard. Joan is on it. You need to rest."

"I'll rest when this is over. What's in this IV?"

"Just fluids right now. They already gave you some antibiotics and painkillers." Tash explained.

"No more painkillers. I need to be able to help. We need to go to Argentina."

"Argentina?" Tash asked.

"That's where Deckard was living the last time I talked to him." Auggie explained.

"Better than nothing." Annie said.

"I can get a plane ready. How about we go to a hotel and you and Natasha get cleaned up, I'll have somebody bring you fresh clothes. We can fly out in four hours."

Auggie reached for his wrist, only to be reminded that his watch wasn't there. "If there's any chance your people can find me a watch and cane, I'd be more punctual."

"Done," Ryan replied.

…

Tash opened the hotel door and gasped at the size of the room. "Who's paying for this?" She asked.

"Why?" Auggie replied.

"It's huge, and fancy."

"I'm sure McQuaid can afford it." He cautiously stepped forward, his hands out-stretched.

"Do you need me to lead you around or something?" She asked.

Auggie sighed. "Normally I'd use my cane. Just get me oriented with the bathroom. If you don't mind, I'll take the first shower."

"Sure."

There was something different about Natasha's movements now. She was more respectful, more tender. Auggie couldn't tell why, and he really couldn't afford any emotional energy to figure it out at the moment. His whole body hurt, and he was the only person who knew about Deckard's movements for the past eight years. He had to focus on the mission.