Dangerously Sane:

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All the Squad will be in the next chapter and we'll see a small glimpse of Anya's history in the next chapter. In this chapter, It'll explain the whole Flag/Moore situation (as they were together in the movie). Also, the romance will be a slow build, so it's a bit more realistic :D

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Chapter One:

The dashboard on the car was spotless, literally not a single speck of dust, even the small display of the time had no smudges. Two Thirty in the fricking morning... Anya dimly thought, the weight of the file Waller had gave her starting to irritate her. She sighed slightly, placing it on the floor, which again was spotless.

"You can't put that-" Rick begun to say, his gaze focused on the empty road.

"-I just did." Anya quickly interrupted, folding her arms. She rolled her eyes, knowing fine well he was waiting for the perfect moment to question her. It was the only reason they weren't surrounded by agents. He had been driving for exactly eleven minutes, in the opposite direction of the airstrip where no doubt their helicopter was waiting. She had been roped into this insane plan, had no say in it and was getting the silent treatment from Rick. Some night... She dimly thought, catching a glimpse of her reflection on the passenger wing mirror. Her dark circles under her eyes were even more prominent than before. Anya sighed, growing more and more agitated with the silence and with a swift motion turned the radio on and the volume up. She glanced at Rick, who kept his gaze on the road.

"Turn that down." He muttered, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on his knee, tapping randomly.

"Uh-huh..." She muttered back at him, nodding her head to the song that had just started playing. "As I walk though the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize there's none left... Cause I've been brassing and laughing so-"

"Enough!" He suddenly said, turning the radio off and glaring at her.

"Wow, man... Cut it off at the good part, huh?"

"It's rude."

"Well, I apologize for interrupting all your talking...Oh wait a minute...That's right - tedious, awkward silence(!)" Anya turned her head to him, huffing slightly. "You gonna pull over and interrogate me?"

Rick inhaled deeply, clearly trying to keep calm and measured. He signalled left, turning the car and driving down a deserted road. Within a second, he had pulled over and took his seatbelt off, adjusting so that he was facing her. "I have questions."

Anya took off her seatbelt and rolled her shoulders back, blinking slightly. It's gonna be a long night! "Good. I've got answers...and more questions."

He nodded once, taking off his fingerless, black gloves and placing them on the side. "Right. You need to understand what you're about to get into. It's short notice, yes, but that's tough shit. What Waller has planned includes some of the most dangerous criminals and psychotic minds that are currently imprisoned. They step out of line...they die. We've prepared a small bomb device, which will be implanted in their neck - it may be small, but it has the impact of a hand grenade. I'm in command, we have a bodyguard - Katana - And a few others who will be working with us. But for the most part it'll be me and you. Understand?"

Anya nodded. "Carry on."

"You're highly skilled and Waller considers you to be quite dangerous, so in her mind, that makes you a perfect fit for this. Are you in fighting condition?"

"Yeah." Anya mumbled, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Good - All the essentials, clothes, toiletries - all being taken care of. The Helicopter will leave here at 5am, meaning by the time we meet our...squad... it'll be about 9am. Maybe earlier, maybe later. We're not playing any games here. They may die and you may die - heck, I might die. Everything else you need to know is in that file. Got it?"

Anya exhaled slowly, nodding her head. "Got it, got it... I've got some questions." She waited for him to nod, before she carried on, her hatred for Waller growing more and more by the minute. "I'm supposed to be okay with this, knowing I'm working with these individuals - who I'm not gonna judge and it's gonna piss me off if you do... So, my question - first question - is did you also find out tonight? That you're doing this?" Anya already knew the answer to this, but she wanted to lead up to what she needed to know - What had happened in Rick Flag's life, that made Waller think he could compromise the mission and therefore needs a second-in-command?

Rick adjusted slightly, taken aback with the sudden question and bluntness in nature. He moved his arm over to the glove compartment, opening it and pulling out a bag of M and Ms and opening it, holding the pack out to her. "I've known for a while. A long time compared to you - it's shitty, but it's tough luck."

Anya chewed on the chocolate, which seemed almost like an apology. No doubt his pride prevented him from saying sorry. "Huh." She said, mouthful of chocolate. Swallowing, she cleared her throat, noticing that he too had dark circles under his eyes. No rest for the wicked. "So...you've been briefed on this, done all your research, practiced your 'Macho-Man' routine and perfected it to a tee. You're all set to go, prepared if they do a runner and last minute...in I come. Curiouser and Curiouser..." She explained, grabbing another handful of chocolate.

"We're all mad here." Rick lightly responded and for the first time, since Anya had met him, finally had a shadow of a smile on his face. "I get it, Anya...It's...messed up. But we can't say no to Waller."

"That's where it gets even more interesting..." She started, pointing her finger lightly at him, the tips of her fingers chipped with last week's red nail polish. "Waller has never had me working with a team or more than one person. You know that...she sends me on missions by myself and I get the job done. So...obviously for this, she needs someone not afraid of "crazy, psychotic people". Last minute... Someone who has nothing to lose." She paused for a second, recalling the images in the file and on the screen back at Waller's office. "I have no one to lose so I wouldn't compromise the mission...However, somebody who has just lost someone, would do just that."

Rick moved again in his seat, starting to get more agitated. "What's your point?" He snapped at her.

"This, er, Enchantress chick - Y'know, the one in the file? She ain't locked up." Anya slowly said, observing the slight change in emotion in his eyes. He was a soldier, he wouldn't be obvious so she knew to look for the small, shifting changes.

"No...She's not." He replied, through gritted teeth.

Anya leaned down, picking up the file and flicking though the pages till she got to the page. "June Moore...Pretty and smart!" She glanced at the picture of the woman on the page, immediately looking up at Rick and seeing the small swallow he did. Nerves, Emotions...Bullshit. "For some people the downfall is being a sociopath...A smoker...Ms. Moore here is possessed. Yikes!"

Within a sudden moment, Rick grabbed the file of her and threw it in the backseat. "Stop! You got it? Stop!"

Anya chuckled lowly, holding her hands up and raising her eyebrows. "Aha! She dump you or did you dump her?"

He glared at her, leaning forward slightly. "That is none of your goddamn business." He slowly said, anger in his voice.

"Whoa...Chill out." She said, half-yawning, half-speaking. "Look man, I'm just getting my Sherlock on - figuring out why I'm here and I just did. Waller doesn't trust you, doesn't trust me...Between the two of us? There's still no trust - But we can keep everything in check."

Rick closed his eyes shut for a moment, his breaths calming down. He stayed like that for several moments, before finally speaking. "We were better off as friends, okay? It didn't work."

"You and Waller?"

"What?! No-"

"-I'm messing...I'm messing." She chuckled. "Y'know what's ironic? The first time I'm working within a group, is with crazy, deadly people - says a lot about what she thinks about me(!)"

The engine started again and Rick manoeuvred the car, so that they were finally on their way to the airstrip. "Take it as a compliment... At least I got my answers."

"Huh?"

"Your file... Exceptional fighting skills, deadly with or without knifes. Minimal emotional response when death and destruction is present. I didn't doubt any of that. What I did doubt was if you're smart -but you just proved that to me." He looked over at her, the shadow of a smirk on his face again. "Congratulations, you passed my test."

She tutted at him. "And they said I was manipulative? I'm impressed... Final Question."

"What?"

"When the fuck can I sleep?"