A/N: So, was last night's show a letdown for anyone else? Maybe it's just because Auggie wasn't in it nearly enough or I just need to rewatch it, but I was rather disappointed after seeing it. That, and I realized that the guy that plays Ben also played Web in Band of Brothers. Ugh. I loved Web, and I hate Ben. This is so not cool.

Anyway, this is officially deviating from cannon now. I figured it would, but now that I've seen the episode I can say that for sure. I may still use various scenes that didn't have anything to do with Ben directly (like the fact that Jai has met Annie's family via a bbq, because I'm plotting and planning for that one), but mostly, it's going to be off from it.

Thanks for reviews and cookies! Always appreciated!

I'm still looking for someone that can name where the song lyrics on the first chapter (that the fic is named after) came from! =D

Chapter Four.

Annie felt herself coming to very slowly. She really needed to find a way to keep from getting into these rolling-car sort of wrecks. Especially when it was her car that was taking the damage. Well, at least when they'd flipped they'd landed right-side up.

She groaned as she glanced over to Auggie. He was leaned up against the smashed door, eyes closed and blood trickling down to the collar of his shirt. Panic began to well up in her as she reached over to shake him. Whoever had hit them had hit his side, leaving everything caved in and the glass shattered and crumbling. He was far to still.

"Auggie, please," she managed, glancing around. No one had approached them, which was always a good start, but he still wasn't moving.

He finally stirred, his eyes fluttering open and blinking as if he were trying to clear them. "Annie?" he coughed out, his voice harsh sounding to his and her ears.

"Right here," she answered, tugging her seatbelt. "Can you move?"

"I think so. Anyone coming?"

Annie looked around again and was about to say "no" when her eyes came to land on a gun pointed at her through the broken window on her side.

"Where is Natasha Petrovna?"

The man's voice made her breath catch. "Ben?"

Their attacker leaned down so that his face was visible, his blue eyes wide with recognition. "Annie." He glanced past her, his eyes resting very briefly on Auggie who was trying to move out of his seatbelt with a pained expression across his face. Blue eyes shifted back. "What are you doing here? Why would they put you on this op?"

"Better question is: what are you doing here?" Auggie hissed from the passenger seat.

"Been a while, Anderson."

"Quite a while. What the hell are you doing?"

"Your girlfriend. Where is she?"

"She's not my girlfriend," Auggie growled, finally maneuvering his way out of the seatbelt. He let out a low sound of pain as he grabbed at his right shoulder that had been shoved up against the wreckage.

"Funny, I'd heard that you two took a trip up to Canada recently."

The sound of police sirens echoed distantly and Ben looked up. After a beat he crouched back down with a frustrated look played out on his face. "Where is she, Auggie?"

"She and I cut ties."

"Dammit," Mercer growled out and turned his attention to Annie. After half a second of thought he put his hand out to her. "Come with me?"

"What?" she breathed, staring in shock. "I can't-"

"Yes you can," he urged grabbing her hand and pulling her up and out of the totaled vehicle. "Please."

"Leave her alone," Auggie growled and moved towards them. He crumbled against the middle console with a cry of pain on his lips. He couldn't move and his eyes were shut tightly against the pain that rivaled the last moments he had had before he'd passed out following the explosion in Iraq. "Annie…"

"Ben, please," he heard her voice plead. She was moving further and further away, but Auggie couldn't be sure if it were because he was losing consciousness or she was physically moving.

He called her name out again, but heard no response. The sirens were coming closer and the sound of a car speeding away was the last thing he was able to hold on to.

To come around to consciousness for the second time within twenty-four hours made Annie Walker's head hurt. She could faintly taste what she thought might be some sort of chloroform on her lips and smell it in her nose. Slowly, as she sat up and looked around, she managed to piece together that what happened. She had gone out for drinks, gone to Auggie's, spoken to him about their strange and currently strained friendship, and kissed him. Then what? Tash had come and things had gone south. Ben… Ben was involved. Blue eyes flashed in her memory, but then, in a rush, she remembered the car crash, Auggie's unresponsive body leaned limply against the wrecked door, and the blood that stained her car.

"Annie?"

Annie looked up with wide eyes. Ben stood over her and knelt so that he was directly in front. She moved again, realizing that she was not tied. His hand was cupping her face before she even saw the movement and something in the back of her mind noted that the effects of the drugs had not entirely worn off.

"I'm sorry, Annie," Ben whispered, thumb caressing her cheekbone as he spoke in low, easy tones. "I can't believe they'd do this to you."

"They?" Annie murmured, trying to pull away. Auggie was hurt, left alone and she wasn't sure if help had gone to him or not. She had to force her mind to focus. She had to fight against the fog that tugged at her brain. "Ben, you have to let me go."

"I'm not holding you here, Annie."

"You drugged me," she growled, rolling to her knees to try a hand at standing. "I'd call that holding me."

"I'm not holding you," Mercer repeated, settling back with a sigh. He watched as she attempted to stand, lost balance, and sat back down heavily. "Annie, what do you know about the man in your car?"

Light brown eyes shifted to meet his clear blue ones. "What about Auggie?" she asked defensively.

"What do you actually know about him?"

"He's… Auggie's my best friend. I know everything I need to know about him." Her voice was steady after the beginning and her eyes were locked with his. She knew Auggie, probably better than Ben did at that time. She knew that, even if he hid things from her, he was probably the most honest person in the DPD. At least to her. She cared about him, and that was all that really mattered.

Ben snorted. "You don't know him. He'll rip you to shreds, Annie. Use you until you're not worth anything to him and then throw you away. They all will, but Auggie was always particularly good at working women for whatever information he needed."

Annie pushed thoughts of Natasha and Liza Hearn out of her mind and instead focused on her own anger. "Only took you three weeks to throw me away."

"Annie-"

"No!" She stood, albeit unsteadily, and glared down at him. "No. I'm walking out of here, Ben. I'm going to Langley and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Mercer stood, watching her sway. His eyes remained focused on her as she defiantly walked out the door.

Annie thought that he was being awful easy going about the fact that she was walking out on him, making no qualms about the fact that she was taking a side in all of this. She thought that, until she stepped out of the door and realized that her swaying was not left over from her drug-induced sleep, but from the fact that the floor was moving beneath her. Brown eyes widened in horror when they looked out to the vast, open ocean. Only blue met her and she felt a shiver of dread pass down her spine.

A/N: Cliffhangers. They are my friend. As are cookies to the plot bunnies. Reviews, though, those are my addiction =D