A/N: Wow, I almost missed today! I had a lot of stuff that needed done and when I went to write in my normally slotted chunk to work through these I couldn't figure out anything that felt right today. Thankfully I had a quick burst of inspiration. Not quite a shippy 'shot, but the current of April/Andy is there and I like writing Ann. Also, be sure to chuck me some feedback, requests, or whatever you want in whatever inbox you can find.

Enjoy!

If there was anything that April really truly loathed about her job, it was when Ann came to visit Leslie. On top of being overwhelmingly nice to her at times, April still had a deeply rooted hatred for the woman at causing her to be jealous over Andy's affections. Jealousy wasn't even really the emotion, but April couldn't really figure out what to call the feeling of liking someone and having them make it seem like they didn't really care. It was so stupid, but April still resented her for that weird series of emotions despite being pretty certain that Andy didn't have eyes for anyone else. Luckily for April, Ann decided that the very day April was thinking about how much she actually didn't like Ann the nurse would talk to her.

"Hey April," she said, a little too happily and ugh April just wanted to find a pencil and drive into her stupid eyeballs, "Leslie said she's gonna be a few so I'll just wait here, okay?"

"Why don't you just meet her wherever you're going?" April asked, pleading and hoping that Ann would see the wisdom in her words and just leave her alone.

"She told me to wait here since we're just going to be-"

"Whatever," April interrupted and shrugged her off and looked back at her magazine, pretending she wouldn't have to be in Ann's presence much longer, "just don't talk and everything will go great."

There were a few minutes of beautiful silence where April thought that maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't have to talk to Ann for another day. Those were some pretty great days, she thought. However, that was only a pipedream when she heard Ann cough a little.

"I know you're still… upset," she started and April just stared at Donna's desk in the hopes that she would just stop talking, "about the whole thing with Andy and you and, um, me I guess. But you don't have to worry about that since he's not-"

"Oh my God, stop," April lamented, shaking her head. "I don't care what you think you have to apologize for, just please don't talk to me."

Ann quieted for a second and smiled awkwardly and April just wanted anything else than to be there in that moment. She was sure that Ann was only going to have something mushy and wishy washy to say about whatever it was she thought needed to be said and there was no way she could handle that level of conversation with Ann. Pushing herself back into her chair, picking the flimsy magazine back up, and turning to a new random page, April put on her best concentrated face and hoped Ann would just disappear. Preferably from the planet but City Hall would also do.

It seemed that Ann had heeded her words for a little bit but then April started to feel a little weird about the silence and, as a consequence, got even angrier at Ann for making her feel something once again. As if noticing her annoyance the older woman spoke up.

"I know we're not friends and that's probably for the best," Ann started, nodding when April did the same, "but I think this should totally be out there – you don't have to worry about me and Andy."

"Wow thanks, Ann," April snorted, laughing at the idea.

"What's so funny?" Ann asked, crossing her arms and looking annoyed in her own right.

"That you think I have to worry," and April put a lot of emphasis on that word by waving her hands, "about you and Andy. That's a pretty good one Ann."

"Dude, you might be weirdly intimidating and scary but I think I know jealousy when I see it," and April took a deep breath because how the fuck did she know that, "and it's cool. It's actually pretty awesome you care about Andy that much to still be mad at me for… whatever you think happened. Y'know, it coulda been a 'what if' situation for the rest of your life or something."

April wanted to throttle her – she was kind of right. Sure she didn't think of things in that same way, especially not the whole what if thing because that made it sound like April was one of those gross girls in shitty epistolary literature, but underneath all of that there was a kernel of truth that April wanted to ignore with all of her being. She couldn't agree with Ann on something, especially when it put Ann in the dominating position.

"Yeah, that's obviously what it is," April folded up the magazine and laughed. "I'm sure all I'd be worrying about right now is how to get into the dumb shoeshine guy's pants. Oh wait, no that's not what I'd be thinking because I'm not an airhead like you, Ann."

"Okay then tough guy," she nodded knowingly and April never felt more infuriated in her life at such an innocuous motion, "but seriously, you make Andy really happy. I may not want to date him or even really be around him all that often anymore, but it's still cool to see both of you happy."

There was a second – a fleeting, disgusting microcosm of time – where April felt her lips twitch as if attempting to force a smile. No matter what, she had to keep straight faced. Then, without realizing it, April had a gnawing urge to say something to Ann and she would be willing to pay anyone anything in order to not say a word.

"Thanks," she whispered, hoping Ann wouldn't notice and she could get away with sort of saying something but not really.

"What's that?"

Fuck.

"Nothing," April said hastily, trying to filter through thousands of pre-prepared insults but finding all of them wanting for the scenario. "I said nothing, I don't talk to hookers."

"I'm pretty sure you just said thanks," Ann giggled – giggled – and April wanted to figure out why she hadn't already run away from this banshee.

April stood up, looking down at the ground to avoid the attempts from Ann to catch her gaze.

"Whatever, you're not the worst I guess," and April started for the door quickly before Ann got any ideas about their exchange. "Oh God, I think I have to vomit."

Behind her Ann's laughter sounded like a demon's wail, taunting her in victory, but at the same time April did think about how awesome Andy was. That made the bile in her throat simmer down a little, and April wondered if she should be angrier at Ann or not. Deciding to figure it out later, she made her way to Andy's stand to see what he was doing.