[Fic] Your Friend, Connie (TexCT)

[autisticblueteam]

Title: Your Friend, Connie
Author: autisticblueteam
Characters/Pairings: Agent Connecticut/Agent Texas
Length: 4849
Rating: T
Warnings: Canonical Character Death
Summary: Connie’s running out of options when a mission gone wrong gives her an opportunity she never expected to have: the chance to talk to Texas, one-on-one. But complicated problems rarely have such simple solutions.

Notes: To give a heads-up: whilst this fic is definitely intended as a ship fic, it didn't turn out as overtly shippy as I had originally intended; it’s not explicit and it focuses more on the potential in their relationship. However it was written with the ship in mind at all times, despite that.

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This was ridiculous.

Connie huffed, twisting her wrists in their bindings a little more, trying to get the right angle. There was a little give now, but not enough to get her hands free without breaking a couple of bones and dislocating a couple of joints. She’d rather not do that. Easy fix with some knitting polymer back at the ship or not, it wasn’t pleasant.

She couldn’t believe this had even happened. She was better than this, she didn’t get captured by untrained goons and thrown into the back room of some shady warehouse that smelt like centuries outdated petrol and god knows what else—noxious and distracting, painfully so. Yet here she was, in exactly that situation, with her wrists tied behind her back and her armour nowhere to be seen.

This wasn’t going to help her tenuous standing at the Project. Getting captured two times in as many missions was going to catch much too much attention from command.

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