Prompt: "Jeff sees Annie in "danger" during the final pillow battle, and he goes to save her," for Eleventhimpala.
Rating: General
Spoilers: Season 3, "Pillows and Blankets"
Summary: A war may be tearing friendships apart. A damsel may be in distress. A rescue may be in order.
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Just One Damsel, For Tradition's Sake
She never saw Alex coming. The brown couch pillow hit Annie full in the face, leaving a feeling of rug burn and the smell of cigarettes stinging her cheek. The young medical administration major swayed and then stumbled, the detached corner of her mind wondering what she'd ever done to Starburns to induce an attack so vehement. Was this the true horror of war? The forsaking of humanity to serve the base animal aggression of combat? Why couldn't she focus? Was the frenzy of battle actually blurring her vision? There it was again, above her: something brown and square and-
"Annie!" a voice shouted, then her shoulder felt like it was being pulled near out of its socket. She was yanked to one side without a fight, right into a warm chest and strong, heavy arms.
"Jeff," said Annie, smiling woozily. "What are you doing on the battleground? Are you the one who hit my head? You're a pacifist. Uhhh, owwww. My head hurts."
"Blanket Objector," Jeff hissed in her ear. Seeing no way out of the corridor except through a throng of exceptionally violent feather fall, he scooped her up and rebalanced her weight in his arms. "Put your arms around my neck and duck your head."
"Okie dokie," Annie slurred. Her breath tickled the place where his shirt met his collar bone, and Jeff closed his eyes.
"You smell like soap," he said. "It's nice. It's really nice."
"Mmmmm. You smell like, like..." Annie went slack in his arms. Jeff cursed in his head, held her close, and ran for it.