Haven Fic: Sing to Me of the End of the World - Chapter 1/4 [Nathan/Audrey]
Author: siricerasi
Fandom: Haven
Characters/pairings: Nathan/Audrey
Rating: T
Spoilers: Through 3.01
Story Summary: The rest they can deal with later. Tonight it's enough that they're both here.
Chapter: 1/4
Word count: 831
Warnings: Reference to violence
Chapter Summary: She doesn't say a word once they get to his car, other than to state, "I don't want to go home."
Author's Notes: Written for my hc_bingo prompt "loss of home/shelter"
Set post-3.01, because Audrey really needed some squishing. This story is actually FINISHED, so I will update in a timely manner *cough* I actually wrote it right after the episode aired, but then episode 2 happened and it got kind of lost. Trying to rekindle my Nathan/Audrey love, so edited this and here we are.
Songs for this story are a mix of Flyleaf's "Arise" and Barcelona's Get Up.
behind that weathered door, i thought it would be safest
my head is dizzy now, i thought we'd overcome
we might not make it home tonight
She doesn’t say a word once they get to his car, other than to state, “I don’t want to go home.”
Nathan just nods. Of course she doesn’t. Neither does he. Her room is still a wreck, shattered glass on the floor, half-made dinner everywhere. A reminder of what they’d almost had, they might’ve been.
If they were normal. If they didn’t have some fate or curse or responsibility or whatever the hell this is hanging over them.
He takes her to his place instead, blasts the heat in his car as high as it goes because she’s still shivering. It hurts just to look at her, messy hair and pale face and blood and bruises. She’s still holding a towel to her wrist; the paramedics had only let her go when Nathan had promised to clean her up.
By the time they reach his place she’s shaking even harder, and he starts to worry she’s going into shock. Wonders if maybe he should’ve ordered her to the hospital, for whatever good it would’ve done. She makes no move to open the car door, doesn’t even seem to realize they’ve stopped. He circles around and opens it for her, sees her start, the flash of fear in her eyes.
“Audrey,” he murmurs, touching her hand. Her mouth opens and closes, eyes glistening. Her fingers are freezing. “Come on, let’s get you inside.” She nods dully, mutters something under her breath.
His foot creaks as he steps onto his porch and she freezes, eyes wild with panic, heart racing against his palm. He feels his own heart break a little. “It’s just me,” he soothes, tightening his arm around her waist. “Relax, Audrey. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, okay?”
Normally she’d give him a look, roll her eyes and walk away. Instead she presses closer, so close he can hear her frenzied breathing. “Come on,” he murmurs, half-dragging her to the door. “It’s alright, Audrey, it’s just me, you’re safe. Come on.”
He gets her inside, eventually, presses her shivering body onto the couch. She huddles into her jacket, rocks back and forth and stares at nothing. Nathan can only watch for a few moments before the worry chokes him and he has to turn away, to do something to help her before he breaks down.
He grabs a few blankets and a first aid kit, wraps her up where she sits, almost catatonic again.
“I need to see your hand,” he tells her quietly. She glances up at him like she’d just noticed he’s there, nods tightly. When he’s cleaned off the blood and bandaged the cut, he gently wipes at her face, trying to avoid the bruises. She winces anyway, and he murmurs, “Sorry.”
“’sok.” She’s calmer now, seems to breathe a little more evenly every time he touches her. But she’s still shivering with cold, still so pale. He tucks another blanket around her, feels his stomach wrench as she leans into his touch with a tiny whimper. Hesitantly, he rests his arm back around her shoulders, and when she shifts closer and lays her head against his chest everything finally, finally settles back into place. She’s here, she’s safe, and his world will go on.
They sit in silence for a few minutes while she just breathes, and he listens, and he’s never been happier in his life. When her eyelids start to flutter, though, he pulls back a little and asks, “You want something to eat? Drink? I could make pancakes.” The words slip out before he can stop them, and he wants to kick himself at the look of fleeting panic that crosses her face.
But her voice is relatively steady when she mumbles, “I’m just tired,” with a shake of her head. He figures actually giving her first aid should count as enough of a win for the night, and nods.
“Bed’s that way, c’mon.”
“’m not stealing your bed, Nathan,” she protests, words slurred with exhaustion. He can’t help smiling a little.
“It’s not stealing if I’m offering, Parker. And there’s no way in hell you’re staying on the couch. Come on.”
If she’d been more awake and less beat up she probably would’ve put up more of a fight, but she wasn’t so she didn’t. He even gets her to change into some of his old sweats - You’re not getting blood on my bed, Parker - and under the covers before she freezes, eyes wide and flush with panic.
Nathan stills. He sees her chest starting to rise and fall more quickly, can hear her almost panted breaths. “Audrey,” he murmurs. “Hey, Audrey, look at me.” He reaches out carefully to touch her shoulder. “You’re gonna be okay,” he promises. “I’ll keep watch tonight, alright? Trust me. No one’s getting near you.” She swallows, nods slowly and settles into the pillows. Nathan places his gun pointedly on the nightstand and she visibly relaxes, closing her eyes.
He settles in to watch.
the twilight is bruised and there you lie
Fandom: Haven
Characters/pairings: Nathan/Audrey
Rating: T
Spoilers: Through 3.01
Story Summary: The rest they can deal with later. Tonight it's enough that they're both here.
Chapter: 1/4
Word count: 831
Warnings: Reference to violence
Chapter Summary: She doesn't say a word once they get to his car, other than to state, "I don't want to go home."
Author's Notes: Written for my hc_bingo prompt "loss of home/shelter"
Set post-3.01, because Audrey really needed some squishing. This story is actually FINISHED, so I will update in a timely manner *cough* I actually wrote it right after the episode aired, but then episode 2 happened and it got kind of lost. Trying to rekindle my Nathan/Audrey love, so edited this and here we are.
Songs for this story are a mix of Flyleaf's "Arise" and Barcelona's Get Up.
behind that weathered door, i thought it would be safest
my head is dizzy now, i thought we'd overcome
we might not make it home tonight
She doesn’t say a word once they get to his car, other than to state, “I don’t want to go home.”
Nathan just nods. Of course she doesn’t. Neither does he. Her room is still a wreck, shattered glass on the floor, half-made dinner everywhere. A reminder of what they’d almost had, they might’ve been.
If they were normal. If they didn’t have some fate or curse or responsibility or whatever the hell this is hanging over them.
He takes her to his place instead, blasts the heat in his car as high as it goes because she’s still shivering. It hurts just to look at her, messy hair and pale face and blood and bruises. She’s still holding a towel to her wrist; the paramedics had only let her go when Nathan had promised to clean her up.
By the time they reach his place she’s shaking even harder, and he starts to worry she’s going into shock. Wonders if maybe he should’ve ordered her to the hospital, for whatever good it would’ve done. She makes no move to open the car door, doesn’t even seem to realize they’ve stopped. He circles around and opens it for her, sees her start, the flash of fear in her eyes.
“Audrey,” he murmurs, touching her hand. Her mouth opens and closes, eyes glistening. Her fingers are freezing. “Come on, let’s get you inside.” She nods dully, mutters something under her breath.
His foot creaks as he steps onto his porch and she freezes, eyes wild with panic, heart racing against his palm. He feels his own heart break a little. “It’s just me,” he soothes, tightening his arm around her waist. “Relax, Audrey. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, okay?”
Normally she’d give him a look, roll her eyes and walk away. Instead she presses closer, so close he can hear her frenzied breathing. “Come on,” he murmurs, half-dragging her to the door. “It’s alright, Audrey, it’s just me, you’re safe. Come on.”
He gets her inside, eventually, presses her shivering body onto the couch. She huddles into her jacket, rocks back and forth and stares at nothing. Nathan can only watch for a few moments before the worry chokes him and he has to turn away, to do something to help her before he breaks down.
He grabs a few blankets and a first aid kit, wraps her up where she sits, almost catatonic again.
“I need to see your hand,” he tells her quietly. She glances up at him like she’d just noticed he’s there, nods tightly. When he’s cleaned off the blood and bandaged the cut, he gently wipes at her face, trying to avoid the bruises. She winces anyway, and he murmurs, “Sorry.”
“’sok.” She’s calmer now, seems to breathe a little more evenly every time he touches her. But she’s still shivering with cold, still so pale. He tucks another blanket around her, feels his stomach wrench as she leans into his touch with a tiny whimper. Hesitantly, he rests his arm back around her shoulders, and when she shifts closer and lays her head against his chest everything finally, finally settles back into place. She’s here, she’s safe, and his world will go on.
They sit in silence for a few minutes while she just breathes, and he listens, and he’s never been happier in his life. When her eyelids start to flutter, though, he pulls back a little and asks, “You want something to eat? Drink? I could make pancakes.” The words slip out before he can stop them, and he wants to kick himself at the look of fleeting panic that crosses her face.
But her voice is relatively steady when she mumbles, “I’m just tired,” with a shake of her head. He figures actually giving her first aid should count as enough of a win for the night, and nods.
“Bed’s that way, c’mon.”
“’m not stealing your bed, Nathan,” she protests, words slurred with exhaustion. He can’t help smiling a little.
“It’s not stealing if I’m offering, Parker. And there’s no way in hell you’re staying on the couch. Come on.”
If she’d been more awake and less beat up she probably would’ve put up more of a fight, but she wasn’t so she didn’t. He even gets her to change into some of his old sweats - You’re not getting blood on my bed, Parker - and under the covers before she freezes, eyes wide and flush with panic.
Nathan stills. He sees her chest starting to rise and fall more quickly, can hear her almost panted breaths. “Audrey,” he murmurs. “Hey, Audrey, look at me.” He reaches out carefully to touch her shoulder. “You’re gonna be okay,” he promises. “I’ll keep watch tonight, alright? Trust me. No one’s getting near you.” She swallows, nods slowly and settles into the pillows. Nathan places his gun pointedly on the nightstand and she visibly relaxes, closing her eyes.
He settles in to watch.
the twilight is bruised and there you lie