Deleted Scenes from Starlings of the Slipstream, Season 5 Episode 12

by CovertWriter

I often wish we could see more of Annie's and Auggie's lives than the tiny snippet we get in an episode. I finally decided to script a few "deleted scenes" from this most recent episode. I've done one so far, but plan to do more if I can find the time. And I thought some of you out in fanfic land might appreciate reading them as well.

2. Chapter 2: Washington, DC Jail

Chapter 2: Washington, D.C. Jail

ANNIE: Come on. We're parked outside.

[Auggie finds Annie's elbow, and they head out of the waiting area, down a short hallway into an entryway, and out onto the front steps. Annie pauses to let Auggie know they're starting down steps, then heads down and to the right. down the sidewalk Her car is a block away.]

ANNIE: Did you know they charged you with simple assault? I've got the papers for you. Do you have a lawyer to call?

AUGGIE: Yeah. It's gonna be fine. They dropped the charges last time, so my record is clean…more or less. It's just a misdemeanor. I might have to do community service. I wouldn't mind that. My weekends were getting a little boring. [The corners of his mouth turn up a little.]

ANNIE: I hope it's just a misdemeanor. Langley isn't too keen on felonies. Come to think of it, they're really not big fans of misdemeanors, either. And Arthur's not there to protect you.

AUGGIE: No, but Calder and I have an understanding. It's gonna be fine. You've got more to worry about than this.

ANNIE: I was worried about you being in jail overnight. Did they treat you ok? Anybody…I mean, it can get rough in there.

AUGGIE: [sounding weary] Come on, Walker. I hope you don't think I can't handle a few drunks and a wife beater. The worst they could do was wave their hands in front of my face and make some jokes. I've heard 'em all before. [Shrugs slightly, almost too slightly to notice.]

[Annie winces a little and glances back at Auggie, but his face is expressionless.]

ANNIE: I know you can handle yourself. But I can still worry about you. [They walk up to the car, and she hesitates.] I'm taking you home, right? Or do you want to stop for coffee or breakfast?

AUGGIE: Home. [He reflexively feels for the hands of his watch, but it's not there.] What t time is it? Hard to keep track in there.

ANNIE: It's just 8. If you want, I'll wait while you get ready, and I can drop you at work.

AUGGIE: [Acts as if he's going to shake his head and refuse her offer, but he seems to reconsider.] That would be great. Thanks. And, thanks—a lot—for coming to get me. I appreciate it.

ANNIE: [She takes his hand from her elbow and guides it to the door handle, then heads to the driver side.] You'd do the same for me, right? Wait a minute—I think you actually have done the same for me!

AUGGIE: Well, technically, I think Joan was the one to get you out. But I helped. All in a day's work.