Hey Capers! As if I don't have enough WIPs, here's a brand spanking new one! It'll be four chapters of Vince and Orwell's love progression throughout the series. This first chapter takes place after Tarot.

I do not own The Cape. Maybe for the holidays? Aww, oh well. More Vinwell for us!

Progression: Chapter One- Paternal

Vince paced back and forth through his hideout, driving himself mad in anticipation. He worried for his partner to return, fully knowing that she was working undercover to get more information on Fleming. She had been gone for well over two hours, causing the vigilante to panic.

Why hadn't she come back yet, was she alright? If Orwell had been caught… No, Vince couldn't think like that. His partner was fine; any minute she would come barging in like usual. Everything would be fine, he mused to himself.

The Cape blew out a staggered breath. Trying to tell himself to calm down was like telling Orwell to stop drinking coffee. It wasn't possible. He just wished she would be more careful, she was in danger everyday, it seemed. Without Vince there to keep an eye on her, he could only hope for the best.

He collected himself when he heard his door open and slam shut. Vince rushed over to see his partner coming inside. "Orwell, are you alright?"

The blogger stepped forward, not bothering to look at Vince until she sat down on his worn out couch that leaned against the wall. "I'm fine," she answered before bending down to take off her heels.

The vigilante sat down next to her, taking her in with nervous eyes. "How did it go?"

A sigh drew from Orwell. "It was uneventful, really. Fleming made a speech, everyone cheered for him like they knew nothing else," a smug smirk played on the brunette's lips. "I even called him out while he was making his little speech."

"You did what? Orwell, you can't do that!" Vince called out, a bit baffled at his partner's behavior.

The brunette blogger sent a scowl his way and snorted. "And who are you to be telling me what I can and cannot do?"

"I'm a concerned friend, that's who I am," the Cape wheedled further, looking down at his partner with a disapproving face.

Orwell smiled lightly and pat Vince gently on the knee. "I'm okay, Vince."

The vigilante placed a hand on the back of his partner's head. "Do you realize what could have happened if he found out that you knew too much?"

"I can handle myself, trust me," the blogger spoke defensively. "There's no need to worry about me," she said in a much softer tone.

"We're partners, it's my job to worry about you," Vince paused to bump shoulders with her. "You worry about me, don't you?"

Orwell let out a light laugh. "That's because you tend to do stupid things." She leaned back in her seat, smiling over at her partner.

"Do I really?" the vigilante grinned lightly.

The brunette blogger gave him a pointed look. "Remember a few weeks ago when I had to rescue you from ARK?"

Vince sighed. He remembered that a little too well; it hurt. "Alright then, I guess you're right about that," he added sheepishly.

"Of course I'm right," Orwell bounced up on the balls of her feet, looking back at her partner once as she walked past the couch. "Since when are you acting like my father, anyway?"

The vigilante paused for a moment. He had no idea that he was acting like anyone's father- expect for Trip's, of course. Though, as she thought about it, he noted that he had begun to feel protective over the blogger. Almost like a father and his little girl. Vince stared back at his partner with a little grin. He did care for her, didn't he?

So, the question remains: How will Vince/Orwell go from a paternal love to a sibling love? Stay tuned, Capers!