Summary: Takes place in the cannibal!verse. A woman traveling through that tiny hamlet, just keeps getting into one problem after another.
Author's Note: Written as a request for snow_white79 who wanted her supervisor to meet the gang in this verse.
Apparently she's a really nasty person. (Anne, not Snow!)
Disclaimer: I don't own these people and it's all in fun! :)
Anne drove through the countryside, leaving the Pitts behind, hoping she made good time before she hit Philly. She had a smile on her face as she recalled how easy it was to talk the guy down on the price of the car she had just purchased. And the whole time his young wife, who happened to be six months along with child, was saying they needed more than that so they could pay the exorbitant amount for the birth center.
Not having medical insurance was a sad, sad thing Anne mused.
But not her problem.
'Well, cry me a river of tears, baby!' Anne mocked as she pressed down on the gas pedal. The Audi Quattro was a rare breed indeed and Anne had just basically stolen it from the couple.
As she always said, there was a sucker born every minute and the couple could surely have held out a while longer and gotten twice what it was worth.
Thinking about the young couple invariably led her to think about her place of employment.
There was a sucker born every minute there too. From all the way to the top, where they had fallen for her bull hook, line and sinker to all the way to the bottom, where she enjoyed keeping people most of the time.
Yep, she mused, one born every minute.
Anne's attention was caught off guard as she saw the blaring lights from the police vehicle as it was pulling her over.
They weren't current.
Well, no problem, she still had the temporary registration. She would just explain it to the nice policeman who happened to be coming her way now.
And wasn't he a beautiful sight!
"Yes officer? It's about the tags, isn't it?" Anne started sweetly before the officer could say anything. The name on his tag said simply BEN.
"Actually, I took the time to run the plates ma'am," the handsome officer said and, "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take you in."
"What?!" This isn't...oh no, it couldn't be!
Was it stolen?
Was the joke on her?
"It seems that this car hasn't been smog legal for at least two years," Ben said.
"You can see that sort of thing when you run the plates?" Anne asked.
"Yes ma'am. Sorry but you're going to have to come with me until someone can see this in town."
"You're kidding me?" Anne chuckled.
"And if it does need new smog equipment, that could take about a week to order...being that this is an Audi..."
"I don't have a week. I need to be at work tomorrow. I just came out to Pittsburgh to purchase the car," Anne said quickly in a panic.
"Sorry ma'am. Now I'll have to ask you to step out of the car."
"Fuck that!" and with that Anne floored the gas pedal, surely leaving skidmarks behind in her wake.
After all, it wasn't even registered to her yet. He had only run the plates. By the time they could run the plates again, it would have new plates.
Besides, she could get a lawyer later to straighten out this mess. Just as she was thinking about what her next plan of action was, she braked the car when she caught sight of a rabbit hopping across the road.
As she turned the wheel - was it turn into the skid or away from the skid - her frantic mind raced, she slammed into a ditch.
Quickly exiting the car and looking down the road, she couldn't see the police car coming after her.
That was strange.
Just then a truck pulled up.
"Having a little car problem?" the man asked her.
What was with this town? The men were gorgeous!
"Yes, I seem to have landed in this ditch. I noticed the winch on your bed. Could you pull it out for me?" Anne asked sweetly.
That voice usually worked with everyone.
"Sure, won't take long," the man said as he exited the truck. "It's a good thing I came by, Ranger Ben was just down the road. He won't be here for awhile. He's giving a ticket to some motorist who had the audacity to throw their litter out the window."
Anne watched as the handsome man loaded her car onto the winch and pulled it out quite effortlessly.
"I better drive you back to the homestead. We can check your car over and make sure its safe to drive back home. Looks alright to me. It's a fucking Audi. You could drop it off a cliff and it'll still drive straight. And this here is the best Audi they ever put out. An '89 right?"
"Yes," Anne beamed.
"Alright. Maybe Debbie'll cook you dinner while you wait," the man smiled.
He had a beautiful smile!
Anne watched as the man took his red cap off, beat it against the side of his jean clad ass and put it back on his head. "Name's Brian by the way."
"Anne," she flirted back, using all her best come hither moves.
Brian looked at her and laughed and motioned toward the cab of the truck. "Get in."
Back at the homestead, near the garage and barn
"So is the car okay Brian?" Anne asked with a shy smile.
"She'll drive just fine," Brian smirked. "Pity is, you won't be driving out with her."
"Come again?" Anne asked, dread starting to lace her voice.
"That's also something you won't ever be doing either, Anne," he said as he pulled an axe out from behind his back.
"No!" Anne screamed as she ran from the man.
She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, of course stumbling in her not so sensible shoes.
"I always love me a chase," Brian smiled wickedly.
Brian ran after Anne as she took off through the tall grass surrounding the homestead. She came along a growth of trees and tore through there, trying to hide wherever she could.
She doubled back to the homestead hoping to have thwarted the man. She saw her new car and dared to peer inside.
Anne quickly got into the driver's seat and started the car. She put it in Drive and pulled out.
Sure enough, she did drive straight!
Anne took off out of the place as quickly as she could, making it into town in record time. She wasn't going to go to the police station.
That was for certain.
Barney Fife would probably take her back to the madman's ranch to get the whole story straight.
She found a nice boarding house and knocked on the door loudly.
"Please answer!" she begged.
Suddenly the door opened and two women stared out after her. "Can we help you? Are you alright?" a blonde woman asked in concern.
"Please...help me...there's a madman chasing after me...with an axe!" Anne panted out.
"Brian," both girls said at the same time.
"Wow, the asshole's getting slow in his old age wouldn't you say Lindsay?" the shorter woman asked the blonde woman.
"That's strange for him. Well get in. Tell us all about it," the woman named Lindsay said.
Mel was about to close the door when she looked out into the street. "Is that your Audi? That's a Quattro. That's a nice car. I always wanted one of those."
"Yes, I just bought it. I haven't even had a chance to sign my name to the pink slip," Anne nervously chuckled.
Mel and Lindsay both looked at each other.
"Come in for tea hon," Mel said kindly. "It'll make you feel better."
Mel quietly laughed as she closed the door behind the distraught woman only one thought going through her mercenary little head.
There was one born every minute.