[outlander psl au]
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The ground was saturated with so much rain that Peggy thought she might be washed away, but just because the plains were soaked didn't mean that the drills stopped. The soldiers didn't know it yet, but the landings were going to arrive sooner than anyone wanted and that meant no one can be untrained, lest they end up paying with their lives on those beaches. Today, when the fog rolled in, her superiors informed her that she would be running orienteering with her men, eliciting a sharp 'sir, yes, sir' from Peggy before she took the maps to her own private tent in order to brief the Lieutenants.
Leaning over to study the map, her stubborn engagement ring catches her eye. It had managed to escape from where she had tucked it away, just like all her thoughts about Fred. Their engagement was a terse and stressful thing. When she had announced that she was going into the field with the SSR, he had threatened to leave her. It had been her mother that had convinced Fred to wait Peggy out, insisting that once the war was over, things would change.
As much as Peggy was fond of Fred, she was beginning to see the splinters in their engagement turn to wider cracks, chasms so wide that you could lose sight of the love you once shared and guided you towards that engagement. Carefully, she pushed the ring back, securing it with one of her brassiere straps. Snapping her compass shut, she gave the objective and the orders. "I'll be out in the field to keep an eye on each platoon. The first to reach the objective will not run additional miles," she promised.
"The others will be doing laps around the base, respective to their finishing position." Folding up the map, she handed one to each of her four Lieutenants. "Let them look at it for a few hours, then to the navigator." With a few more orders, she allowed them to prepare as she herself got ready. She tugged on knee-high rain boots, an overcoat, and despite the misty fog in the air, she double-checked that her hair and makeup was in good shape.
Several hours later found Peggy in the thick of drills, listening to the shouts of men in the distance as they worked their way towards her and the objective. Standing there with a brolly, she glanced at her pocketwatch and decided mentally that she would see the first platoon in no more than forty-five minutes. Clasping the watch shut, the echo of it was drowned by another sound -- one that didn't belong. The sound of twigs and branches crunching made Peggy reach for her pistol, simply to be ready.
"Phillips?" she called out, thinking perhaps something had happened and she needed to recall her men. She saw the silhouette of what appeared to be a man in the fog and she found herself inexplicably drawn towards him, mainly because it simply didn't make any sense. "Who's there?" she asked, when it was clear that the man she was seeing didn't bear resemblance to anyone on base. This close, she could see that his hair had a strange look to it, not to mention his clothes. "Has there been an accident?" What could have happened to render the man in such a state?
(Peggy also did not need to allow her conscious thoughts to become aware of how handsome the man was, despite the fact she feared she was already a lost cause, given the way she was filled with a renewed warmth and how her gaze lingered)
They were inside a ring of large stones, which she vaguely recalled the locals warning her about. She had paid little mind, marking them perfunctorily on the map before moving on, but now she had to wonder if the talk of strange rituals wasn't at least a little true. Forty-five minutes. She had forty-five minutes until the men arrived, surely she could deal with this surprise in that time.
Leaning over to study the map, her stubborn engagement ring catches her eye. It had managed to escape from where she had tucked it away, just like all her thoughts about Fred. Their engagement was a terse and stressful thing. When she had announced that she was going into the field with the SSR, he had threatened to leave her. It had been her mother that had convinced Fred to wait Peggy out, insisting that once the war was over, things would change.
As much as Peggy was fond of Fred, she was beginning to see the splinters in their engagement turn to wider cracks, chasms so wide that you could lose sight of the love you once shared and guided you towards that engagement. Carefully, she pushed the ring back, securing it with one of her brassiere straps. Snapping her compass shut, she gave the objective and the orders. "I'll be out in the field to keep an eye on each platoon. The first to reach the objective will not run additional miles," she promised.
"The others will be doing laps around the base, respective to their finishing position." Folding up the map, she handed one to each of her four Lieutenants. "Let them look at it for a few hours, then to the navigator." With a few more orders, she allowed them to prepare as she herself got ready. She tugged on knee-high rain boots, an overcoat, and despite the misty fog in the air, she double-checked that her hair and makeup was in good shape.
Several hours later found Peggy in the thick of drills, listening to the shouts of men in the distance as they worked their way towards her and the objective. Standing there with a brolly, she glanced at her pocketwatch and decided mentally that she would see the first platoon in no more than forty-five minutes. Clasping the watch shut, the echo of it was drowned by another sound -- one that didn't belong. The sound of twigs and branches crunching made Peggy reach for her pistol, simply to be ready.
"Phillips?" she called out, thinking perhaps something had happened and she needed to recall her men. She saw the silhouette of what appeared to be a man in the fog and she found herself inexplicably drawn towards him, mainly because it simply didn't make any sense. "Who's there?" she asked, when it was clear that the man she was seeing didn't bear resemblance to anyone on base. This close, she could see that his hair had a strange look to it, not to mention his clothes. "Has there been an accident?" What could have happened to render the man in such a state?
(Peggy also did not need to allow her conscious thoughts to become aware of how handsome the man was, despite the fact she feared she was already a lost cause, given the way she was filled with a renewed warmth and how her gaze lingered)
They were inside a ring of large stones, which she vaguely recalled the locals warning her about. She had paid little mind, marking them perfunctorily on the map before moving on, but now she had to wonder if the talk of strange rituals wasn't at least a little true. Forty-five minutes. She had forty-five minutes until the men arrived, surely she could deal with this surprise in that time.
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Date: 2018-01-24 04:51 pm (UTC)Still, she takes a long breath to give herself courage, stepping inside once Erskine summons her. As predicted, he's rather recalcitrant about letting her do this, no matter how much Peggy is ready to huff and fight, and while he sees her point, he keeps going on about the dangers. No matter how many times she insists that she'll bear the cost, that's what he relies on.
"I thought we might hit this sticking point," she says, as stubbornly as ever, "which is why I brought someone to defend my point and to reinforce the fact that I can bear it," she insists, opening the door to gesture for Steve to come inside.
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Date: 2018-01-26 03:56 am (UTC)"She's determined, she's smart and she's loyal to her country and to the Allies. I don't think you'd find anyone more selfless than Peggy Carter. She puts country before self. If you're going to have someone be the volunteer for this program, I think she's the best."
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Date: 2018-01-27 05:30 pm (UTC)"Doctor, I don't have a cadet to recommend to you," she says bluntly. "I know the Colonel believes otherwise, but I know what you want. I think that physically, they're all prime specimens, but many lack the heart of what you want and need. I'm expendable and if you take out one of the Colonel's men, that hurts the project. Test it on me, then we'll find you someone better," she says.
She wants to reach back for Steve's hand for support, but also wants to stand strong. Breathing out slowly, she keeps her gaze forward. "Sir, please," she insists.
"You approve of these risks?" Erskine asks, which is a question that seems to be directed at both her and Steve. "What do you think about her doing this? She could die," he points out bluntly.
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Date: 2018-01-28 03:05 am (UTC)"I can't tell you what to do, Doc, but I know she's the best woman I've ever met. I think she's capable."
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Date: 2018-01-28 11:03 pm (UTC)"I am," she agrees.
"And if I agree, you're willing to withstand any side effects?"
While Peggy is nervous about them, that's something she's buried and doesn't intend to let stop her. Lifting her chin up, she nods her head. "I am," she repeats, but this time, there's a firm determination within the words. Hands behind her back, she squeezes her fingers into her palm, the same one she'd been wishing were in Steve's hand.
Erskine affords one last look between them. "It's not what I would have wanted, but you're right. I need a trial. Tomorrow, Agent Carter. Don't eat or drink anything tonight, you're going to need to be ready. If you change your mind, you only need to let me know."
For a moment, Peggy's shock is so dominant that it doesn't register that he's agreed. She's been expecting anything but, so to have it happen is beyond her wildest expectations. It's why she ends up standing there so blankly.
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Date: 2018-01-31 04:48 am (UTC)“You’re not going to be disappointed, doctor,” Steve says, stepping in and speaking. He wouldn’t normally step in for Peggy but it seems like she needs it right now and he doesn’t want to let her down.
“I really think she’s going to be the best person for the job, man or woman.”
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Date: 2018-01-31 05:13 pm (UTC)Turning in order to find Steve, she gives him a surprised look. "I think a part of me expected that not to work," she confesses.
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Date: 2018-02-02 06:05 pm (UTC)He pauses for a moment. "I didn't even need to admit I'd had it already."
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Date: 2018-02-02 11:48 pm (UTC)"Though, maybe we could talk," she adds, some of the uncertainty creeping in. "You could describe how the process works, simply so I can be prepared."
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Date: 2018-02-03 05:00 am (UTC)He gives her a bit of a furtive look. "I figure this is still top secret, right?"
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Date: 2018-02-04 02:57 pm (UTC)"I suppose we can debrief in my room," she says, keeping her voice steady and even, because she imagines that if she does that, then he might not read anything into it (despite the quiet little fantasies about it that have been starting up).
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Date: 2018-02-06 12:34 am (UTC)Steve clears his throat a little. "I don't know much about secret ops in this war but I do know that HYDRA started here. We're still dealing with them in my era."
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Date: 2018-02-07 01:13 am (UTC)Gesturing to the hall, she's ready to lead him on. "Well, there won't be anyone in my quarters. As one of the few women here, they don't really know what to do with me, so I've a little privacy."
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Date: 2018-02-07 04:23 am (UTC)"How did you end up working with the US anyway?"
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Date: 2018-02-07 09:05 pm (UTC)"The projects were for many of the Allied countries, but the Colonel wanted help for Project Rebirth, which is how I came to be attached to the US," she explains, gesturing for Steve to come inside with her.
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Date: 2018-02-08 01:01 am (UTC)He steps inside and takes a chair, trying to give Peggy her space. "Must be hard, being the only woman out here."
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Date: 2018-02-08 03:06 am (UTC)Her hand absently goes to the ring around her neck before she forgets that it's not there. "What was the procedure like?" she asks, getting straight to the point.
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Date: 2018-02-11 04:04 am (UTC)How long will that hell on earth last, she has to wonder. "How long will it be, that hell?"
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Date: 2018-02-14 03:57 am (UTC)"It's just for a few minutes. It's maybe a half hour, tops. Once that part's done, you'll be feeling better than you ever have in your entire life. You will never get sick again, pain doesn't matter as much, injury barely slows you down. You become unstoppable," Steve explains. "It's worth the pain, I think. It's worth it so you can do what you can for the Allieds and for your country."
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Date: 2018-02-14 05:43 pm (UTC)"Steve," she says, halting. "Will you be there with me for the procedure? Good or bad?"
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Date: 2018-02-18 04:52 am (UTC)He wanted to assure her that he'd be there so that she knew she had at least one ally.
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Date: 2018-02-18 05:08 pm (UTC)"One would think that you would want to go back to your own time," she points out. "That I should be helping you to get there, rather than you trying to help me with my goals."
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Date: 2018-02-23 03:59 am (UTC)"I don't even know how I got here, Peggy. How can I expect to go back? How do I know it wasn't a one-way trip? You've been good to me here and you've allowed me to be useful when you could have had me locked up in Leavenworth instead in order to keep the Allieds safe. You trusted me. I'm going to repay that by letting you lean on me in this so you know you're not alone," Steve says.
"It's the very least I could do."
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Date: 2018-02-23 08:14 pm (UTC)"I..." She swallows back the words, the truth, not sure that she should tell Steve anything about the things she's started to feel. She tells herself that it's ridiculous, that it's just a fancy. "I don't know how to tell you how much I appreciate that. How much I appreciate you," she says, stressing that word without taking her eyes off him.
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