Things were...well, Annabelle still hadn't seen much of Hawkeye. He was busy doing his own thing and she was busy reading and they barely crossed paths except at bedtime. She hoped that his mood was lifting but it was hard to be sure, what with the nature of it. It was like some untameable beast that she could merely observe from a distance: not ( Read more... )

Annabelle had kept to herself for the past few days, wanting Hawkeye to have space. His mood had been touch and go for a while and she was worried about him, even though she was trying her best not to show it. It was difficult, refraining herself from throwing herself at him and begging him, no forcing him to get better. She needed him, dammit, ( Read more... )

Annabelle had a lot to make up for being as she'd been a right shrew these past couple of days. She appropriated the kitchen early one morning when Hawkeye was still asleep, making a small breakfast for him of eggs, bacon, fresh baked bread and fruit. Pouring him a cup of piping hot coffee, she loaded all of it on a tray and carefully took it ( Read more... )

Annabelle had been in the clinic for a day and was already tired of being in bed. Izzie and Charles had been by to visit, the former bringing homemade cookies and the latter reading to her from The Rooster Crowed At Midnight for a few hours before going back to do whatever it was he did. Strikingly absent had been her fiance, barely popping in ( Read more... )

Annabelle hadn't seen much of Hawkeye over the past few days. In fact, other than going to bed at night, she hadn't seen him at all since she'd confessed to Father Callahan. She was currently sitting on the bed, photo album open to her wedding photos. She wouldn't have a wedding gown like last time, but she was going to be a much happier bride ( Read more... )

Annabelle had been getting a cup of tea from the kitchen when she ran into an older, balding doctor with green fatigues just like Hawkeye's. Hmm. This must be the illustrious Charles ( Read more... )

Annabelle, thinking over what had happened earlier with that doctor fellow, had decided that an apology was owed to one Benjamin Franklin Pierce. She felt sick to her stomach, knowing she'd flirted with another man and had liked it. It was just plain wrong and it was eating her up inside. She sat on her bed, anklet removed. The anklet ( Read more... )

Annabelle was determined to make Hawkeye want her, despite the fact that she was in a younger body. It was a sound plan, she thought, and she put on some of the lipstick and perfume she'd been hoarding in order to make herself look older. It worked, a little, and she looked almost twenty. Maybe twenty one if she was lucky ( Read more... )

It was a snowy day in late December when Annabelle was big as a house that she realized she was pretty damn lucky. She had her husband (currently at work), her father in law (at work with the husband) and the puppy she'd gotten for her birthday, a rapidly-growing Golden Retriever that she'd christened Penny by her side near the fire ( Read more... )

The ocean was lovely at sunset, really, and Annabelle thought her little patch of sand was the perfect place to think. Rob was going on a downward spiral that was apparently impossible to stop ( Read more... )