I know this is a highly controversial AU but it does give me pause and at this point I think we've got fic for all the other possibilities. Please leave me feedback and suggestions on what you'd be interested in seeing. Or just how much you hate it.

"You're still here."

Parker rolled over onto her back and sighed. "I'm still here."

"I didn't think you would be."

She took a beat. "I thought about it."

They took a moment to acknowledge all the things they weren't saying.

"Why'd you stay?"

She swallowed, her voice still pensive and wounded from the events of last night. "Because you're worth it."

He basked in the magnitude of this statement for a moment. She was overwhelmed, betrayed, out of her element. And yet she still thought he was worth it.

"No more secrets," he swore aloud.

Her voice was small. "Please."

"No more secrets," he repeated, kissing her neck and shoulder. "No more secrets. No more secrets."

He kissed her until all of the lies were behind them, until his lips were chapped with honesty, until the truth set them both free. And then he made her breakfast.

...

Auggie was really getting married. To Parker.

Annie caught the voicemail at 2 am, in a hotel bathroom, with Simon Fischer sleeping in the next room.

To her surprise, she cried.

She sat on the edge of the claw-foot tub with hot tears rolling down her cheeks for no good reason. This was her best friend. She should be ecstatic.

She lay down in the dry tub, exhausted. She must have cried herself to sleep. When she woke, Simon was scooping her up, stroking her hair, kissing the salty tears from her face, pleading with her to tell him what was wrong.

She could've given him the phone. Let him hear the voicemail, with Auggie's voice, excited and unafraid, telling her to disregard any prior voicemails in which he expressed second thoughts about marrying Parker because it was really happening and they'd worked it out, and he couldn't wait to talk to her in person if they could just get a beer soon, whenever she got back to town. The man who left that voicemail was one who'd never have to pretend to be anyone's husband ever again, because he'd be someone's husband in real life.

But Annie didn't give Simon the phone. Instead, she locked it and left it on the beside table and leaned into him until the rhythm of his breathing calmed her enough to sleep.

To be continued...

I just felt like this was a good stopping place. Much, much more to come, as Auggie now has no arrest, no therapy, no reassignment to Joan's desk. Maybe even a chance to unravel the issue of Gemini before it's too late, a chance he didn't have before.