A/N: To the anon reviewers I can't mail- Isabella: Sorry I didn't update earlier! I got busy with work. Hopefully you'll like this chapter. / Anonymous: Thank you for your excitement, haha! I hope you like this chapter. / g8way: Sorry you had to wait until Friday anyway! I got busy with work. Let me know what you think of this chapter.

Chapter 6: Smooth Talker

Annie and Abed located the First Aid office of the convention easily. Luckily it wasn't far from the restroom so they didn't have to do much stealthy dodging of security guards. What the problem was, was the reception nurse at the desk. She kept pressing that they had to fill out paperwork prior to anyone giving Abed's hand a look. But paperwork took time, and Annie didn't want them to be in any one place for too long with security after them.

She tried again, curtly, "Listen, Miss," she looked at the convention nurse's name tag, "Rosemary, we're not asking for any medication. We just want someone to verify a broken hand. And it'd just happen to be great if you could put like a splint or something on it too."

"I understand, Miss..."

"Leia," Annie offered quickly.

"...Leia," Rosemary looked both annoyed and unconvinced, "but we have a policy. We make no exceptions."

"Please?" Annie said, hoping her large eyes and quivering lip wouldn't let her down.

"Leia, I am not your father nor am I your boyfriend that get up will not work on me."

Frustrated, Annie hit her fist on the countertop. "Listen you—!"

"Pardon my little friend here," Abed Solo interrupted, smoothly. He was adjusting his vest.

Annie opened and closed her mouth wordlessly in offense at his interjection.

Abed had been sitting nearby patiently to let Annie talk to the nurse and only now came up to the desk after seeing Annie about to lose it. "Han Solo. I'm the captain of the Millennium Falcon." He offered the nurse his uninjured hand. The nurse smiled and took it, but instead of shaking hands, Abed smoothly kissed the knuckle of her forefinger and gave her a discreet wink. Annie let out a small sound of protest. The nurse gasped and then giggled.

"I'm Rosemary."

"Well, Rosemary," he was still holding onto her hand, his voice taking on a low, soothing tenor, "We've got a panel to catch and it's impossible to go lightspeed. My hyperdrive motivator has been damaged, and even after I've isolated the reverse power flux coupling, there's still the horizontal boosters and alluvial dampers, you read me?"

Rosemary giggled again and nodded. Annie rolled her eyes and let out a sigh of disgust. Clearly, the nurse did not read Abed. She wasn't even that pretty.

"So if you'd be so kind to giving me some help with repairs..." he let the last word dangle suggestively, "I'll promise your efforts won't go unrewarded." He placed her hand on the desk.

The nurse, all buttered up now, let out a soft sigh. There was a flush on her cheeks. "Well," Rosemary began cheekily,"explain the nature of your emergency."

Annie let out another small "ah!"of offense at how easily Abed got his way.

Abed put his injured hand on the countertop. The nurse tut-tutted, and reached over to "examine" his hand, her fingers playing way too familiarly on the back of his palm, and running a fingertip seductively over his knuckles. "Definitely a fracture. So what happened?" the nurse asked, lowly.

Unable to take much more of the nonsense before her any longer, Annie slammed her hand on the table. "He tripped."

The convention nurse rose an eyebrow at Annie, as if remembering she was there.

"Onto his fist." And into someone's face. She finished in her head.

"Oh, is that so?" the nurse asked, appealing to Abed.

Abed gave her a singular, cool nod, "It was a hard fall."

"Well lucky for you we have some splinting material, and a roll of gauze right in the back cabinet."

"Thanks, doll." Abed replied.

The nurse gave Abed a lingering gaze. "I'll be right back." she put Abed's hand gently back on the table and walked to the back room, returning no more than a minute later. She laid out the newly acquired materials in front of her. She reached for Abed's hand.

"Shouldn't you be doing this in some room?" Annie said in annoyance.

"No, I can do him right here." She paused and blushed furiously at the slip up in her choice of words. The nurse gave Abed a sideways glance. "Unless... you want to go somewhere more... private?"

Before Abed could respond, Annie grabbed all of the splinting materials impatiently. "Nevermind. I can splint it myself." She stalked off, pulling Abed behind her by his good hand.

They were in the women's restroom again, this time in a stall. Abed was holding the gauze and a roll of athletic tape in his free hand while Annie was folding the splinting material up and around the sides of his wrist. They hadn't said much since they entered the stall, save for Annie instructing him to hold the medical material she took from the nurse.

"Gauze." she said, holding out the hand that wasn't holding up Abed's. Abed handed it to her. She unraveled it skillfully, rolling the gauze from one end of the splint at his wrist, to the other at his hand.

"Whaddya think?" Abed Solo began, "You think a nurse and a guy like me—"

"No." Annie said sharply. She was wrapping quicker now.

"Princess, are you jealous?"

"I'd sooner be jealous of Chewbacca's hair, Abed." She huffed.

"That's a good story. I think you just can't bear to let a gorgeous guy like me out of your sight."

Annie blushed and worked more determinedly at wrapping his hand. She continued on, angrily. "Where did you get all that engine talk from? Han Solo doesn't say any of that."

Abed Solo shrugged. "Some mumbo-jumbo C-3PO says. Who knew all that talk that useless droid spews actually had some use?" He smirked, "But don't change the subject, Princess."

She took the athletic tape from Abed's hand without asking, securing the gauze in place. She began adjusting the padding under his palm to ensure there were no empty spaces. "You know what? You do make the perfect Han, Abed." Annie began annoyed, "You're becoming more and more like a scoundrel."

"Scoundrel? You like me because I'm a scoundrel—"

"Is it too tight?" Annie interrupted, derailing Abed's smooth transition into the Star Wars kiss scene.

"It's fine, your Worshipfulness."

"Good." She let go of his hand. "I'm going to call Troy."

"Luke? Why?"

"To check on your best friend. To make sure he's okay?" Annie realized she was giving Abed a lot of sass during the last couple minutes, and really all he did was get them out of a situation faster than paperwork. Annie took a deep breath. "I just want to check in on him." She said, sounding more like herself and less like the angry version... of herself.

Abed reached for her hand with his uninjured one and brought it up to his chest. He began rubbing her fingers with his thumb. "You're trembling."

For a moment Annie welcomed the touch, a coy smile gracing her lips as her eyes shyly flicked from his soothing thumb playing on her fingers to the lop-sided smile on Abed Solo's face. Then she remembered Abed Solo's flirting with the nurse and her anger resurfaced. "I'm not trembling." She pulled her hand away from his gruffly, disrupting yet another transition to the same kiss scene. "And you're being weird."

Abed was unruffled. "Come on, admit it. Sometimes you think I'm all right."

She reached into one of the Abed Solo's vest pockets and pulled out his phone. "I'm calling Troy."

"I already did, Princess."

"What? When?"

"While you spoke with the nurse. Luke said he put his hood up and the security guards didn't recognize him."

Annie was flabbergasted. "That worked?"

"The Force is with him." Abed Solo smirked. He continued on, "He said he had a plan and had a message for you on the holo." He took the phone smoothly from her palm, pressed a couple buttons that led to voicemail and then put it on speaker. A couple seconds later came Troy's voice: "I'll meet you back at the fleet. Repeat. I'll meet you back at the fleet." then quickly, "Star Wars episode six." The line cut.

"He'll meet us back at the fleet? What does that mean?"

Abed gave her a lop-sided smile. "He means the ship we came in on."

20 minutes later found Annie and Abed Solo back at Annie's car, parked two blocks away from the convention. Leaving the convention and avoiding security was easy enough, but Troy was nowhere in sight which made Annie anxious.

She had her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned on the driver's side door of her car, keeping a lookout in case Troy crossed her line of vision. Abed did the same a foot or so to her left. They hadn't exchanged a word for the five minutes since they had arrived which was even stranger because Annie was starting to feel like she did something wrong, and she knew she didn't do anything wrong… did she? Her mind started going over scenarios that happened during their walk to her car, but nothing was jogging her memory. Unless… Abed was giving her the cold shoulder about the Firefly panel. She never did apologize about them missing it.

She bit her bottom lip, and gave Abed a subtle sideways glance. Abed was looking away from her altogether, his shoulder relaxed and at ease as he scanned across the road for any signs for his best friend. His unwrapped hand was casually fingering the hilt of his toy blaster as he did so. Her eyes moved to his injured hand. That was her fault too then. If she hadn't let the reporter interview her they wouldn't have missed the panel and Abed wouldn't have had the time to contemplate who he should blame and reign justice upon. She really screwed up this time. The guilt was eating at her. She could feel it gnawing at her stomach, nipping her shoulders— though that could have been just the cold as the afternoon began its transition into evening. The costume Troy and Abed made her put on wasn't doing her any favors in terms of warmth.

She took a deep breath, opening her mouth to prepare for an apology but the words caught in her throat. Was it really her fault? It was Abed and Troy who got her in this mess in the first place. And she put herself in danger as well, putting her perfect 4.0 GPA on the line ever since Abed punched that innocent reporter— no. She would not make an excuse to avoid apologizing.

"Listen," Annie began, licking her lips and diverting her gaze to the ground as soon as Abed turned to look back at her. "Abed, I need to talk to you."

"I'm all ears, Princess."

"No, I mean you."

Abed Solo spread his arms, hands at his sides as if to say "go on."

All of a sudden a hooded man appeared from behind the car. "Hey!"

Annie screamed.

Abed pulled out his blaster.

A/N: I know that was a cliffhanger but I didn't want to break the story any later because it'd ruin the flow I think. Final chapter up next! For this one I am thinking next Friday again, but if this chapter is well-received I'll post it at the end of the month. Thank you for the reviews and story alerts. I cherish them!