Behind the Curtain | A Haven Fanfiction
Title: Behind the Curtain
Characters: Nathan Wuornos, Audrey Parker
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 1x04 "Consumed"
Summary: Drabble; set during Consumed. "As you look at her in that dress, you realize for the first time that she's not just a cop; she's a woman. And a beautiful one at that."
Word Count: 793
Disclaimer: I don't own Haven.
You uncomfortably shift the sports jacket you're wearing, despite the fact that you can't actually feel the strange article of clothing. There's just something about suit jackets that makes you incredibly uncomfortable. You would much rather be sitting at home on the bench on your porch, wearing an aged flannel shirt and drinking a beer. Instead you're wearing some of the nice, pressed clothes that so rarely make it out of the back of your closet and heading for a fancy restaurant opening.
Or at least, that's where you'll be heading after you pick up Parker. You turn the Bronco onto the road leading up to the bed and breakfast, thinking about the evening ahead. Parker suspects something will happen at the Second Chance opening and you're inclined to agree with her. After all, everything that's been happening across town all connects back to the bistro. Or at least almost everything. You're hoping that being there tonight will help prevent another incident, or if you can't prevent it then at least you can catch whoever is doing it.
You park the truck outside the bed and breakfast and see that Parker isn't waiting for you on the porch like she usually is. Climbing out of the Bronco you walk up to her room door and knock. "Who is it?" you hear her shout from inside.
"Parker, it's me," you call back.
"Oh, Nathan. Just a second, I'm almost ready." You smirk to yourself and step back to lean against the porch railing, waiting for your partner. After a few minutes you hear her footsteps coming to the door and it opens.
She walks through the doorway and for a moment you're stunned. Gone are the usual button-down shirts and pressed slacks. Instead she's wearing a simple navy blue dress that makes her pale skin glow like moonlight. Her golden hair is draped around her face in tight curls. Minute pearls hang from her ears and her only other adornment is the glossy clutch in her hand. She glances up and gives you a shy, demure smile when your eyes meet.
And you're struck by the sudden realization, that she's not just a cop; she a woman. A beautiful one at that.
Except you can't think about her that way. You've developed some sort of partnership since she's been in town, maybe even a tentative friendship, and that's not the sort of relationship that merits romantic thoughts. Besides, you're pretty sure that dating is the furthest thing from her mind. She's in Haven to look into the woman who might be her mother, not to go on an awkward date with the monosyllabic cop who can't feel anything. And you don't think about her that way either, do you? No, of course not.
Parker shifts her weight from one leg to the other and gives you a strange look. "You're staring," she says. "Does it look that bad?"
"No," you say and then blush at how quickly you spoke up. Clearing your throat, you try again. "No, you look - " Beautiful, radiant, spectacular, like a dream... "Nice."
For some reason that makes her laugh and roll her eyes. "You don't look so bad yourself, Wuornos," she replies. Pulling her coat around her body, she says, "So what do you say we go catch ourselves a food rotting Troubled person?"
You follow her to the truck - determinedly not looking at the length of milky white and clearly toned leg visible beneath the hem of her coat - and idly wonder just how much more there is to Agent Audrey Parker that you don't know about yet.
Characters: Nathan Wuornos, Audrey Parker
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 1x04 "Consumed"
Summary: Drabble; set during Consumed. "As you look at her in that dress, you realize for the first time that she's not just a cop; she's a woman. And a beautiful one at that."
Word Count: 793
Disclaimer: I don't own Haven.
You uncomfortably shift the sports jacket you're wearing, despite the fact that you can't actually feel the strange article of clothing. There's just something about suit jackets that makes you incredibly uncomfortable. You would much rather be sitting at home on the bench on your porch, wearing an aged flannel shirt and drinking a beer. Instead you're wearing some of the nice, pressed clothes that so rarely make it out of the back of your closet and heading for a fancy restaurant opening.
Or at least, that's where you'll be heading after you pick up Parker. You turn the Bronco onto the road leading up to the bed and breakfast, thinking about the evening ahead. Parker suspects something will happen at the Second Chance opening and you're inclined to agree with her. After all, everything that's been happening across town all connects back to the bistro. Or at least almost everything. You're hoping that being there tonight will help prevent another incident, or if you can't prevent it then at least you can catch whoever is doing it.
You park the truck outside the bed and breakfast and see that Parker isn't waiting for you on the porch like she usually is. Climbing out of the Bronco you walk up to her room door and knock. "Who is it?" you hear her shout from inside.
"Parker, it's me," you call back.
"Oh, Nathan. Just a second, I'm almost ready." You smirk to yourself and step back to lean against the porch railing, waiting for your partner. After a few minutes you hear her footsteps coming to the door and it opens.
She walks through the doorway and for a moment you're stunned. Gone are the usual button-down shirts and pressed slacks. Instead she's wearing a simple navy blue dress that makes her pale skin glow like moonlight. Her golden hair is draped around her face in tight curls. Minute pearls hang from her ears and her only other adornment is the glossy clutch in her hand. She glances up and gives you a shy, demure smile when your eyes meet.
And you're struck by the sudden realization, that she's not just a cop; she a woman. A beautiful one at that.
Except you can't think about her that way. You've developed some sort of partnership since she's been in town, maybe even a tentative friendship, and that's not the sort of relationship that merits romantic thoughts. Besides, you're pretty sure that dating is the furthest thing from her mind. She's in Haven to look into the woman who might be her mother, not to go on an awkward date with the monosyllabic cop who can't feel anything. And you don't think about her that way either, do you? No, of course not.
Parker shifts her weight from one leg to the other and gives you a strange look. "You're staring," she says. "Does it look that bad?"
"No," you say and then blush at how quickly you spoke up. Clearing your throat, you try again. "No, you look - " Beautiful, radiant, spectacular, like a dream... "Nice."
For some reason that makes her laugh and roll her eyes. "You don't look so bad yourself, Wuornos," she replies. Pulling her coat around her body, she says, "So what do you say we go catch ourselves a food rotting Troubled person?"
You follow her to the truck - determinedly not looking at the length of milky white and clearly toned leg visible beneath the hem of her coat - and idly wonder just how much more there is to Agent Audrey Parker that you don't know about yet.