Haven Fic: Sing to Me of the End of the World - Chapter 3/4 [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: 3/4
Word count: 418
Warnings: None
Chapter Summary: He makes pancakes for breakfast, because he'll be damned if he'll let some psycho kidnapper ruin those for him. For them.
Author's Notes: Pancakes. Because reasons.
five days after black and red collide.
the motion sickness past, i'll be the first to stand.
(sing, sing, arise)
stand in the sun, we'll dry your eyes
He makes pancakes for breakfast, because he’ll be damned if he’ll let some psycho kidnapper ruin those for him. For them.
She slips into the kitchen without him noticing, not until he catches sight of her leaning against the wall out of the corner of his eye. There’s a fading panic on her face that settles in his chest, constricts his throat.
“Morning,” he states, flipping a pancake. She gulps a few breaths as Nathan just tries to keep his hands steady, tries not to think about how on edge she is, how he should have been there when she woke up, how he really needs to hit something.
She ghosts a smile, stutters, “I… you weren’t… I didn’t know…”
Nathan drops the spatula and approaches her slowly. “Just making breakfast,” he tells her. “Still right here.” Relief and guilt flash across her features and he has to resist the urge to run his fingers along her face, try to erase the marks that mar her perfect face. She nods wearily. “How’s your hand?”
She shrugs, holds up the offending arm and let him check it. “Doesn’t hurt much,” she sighs. Nathan just raises an eyebrow.
“Take it from me, that doesn’t mean a lot.” She flinches and he smiles to take the edge off.
“I’m sorry,” she stutters. “I didn’t-”
“Relax, Parker. Smile. It was a joke.”
She rubs her free hand across her eyes instead. “I need to shower,” she mumbles. “And… and go to… I need my clothes.”
It’s killing him, her uncertainty. Her reticence. He’s used to Audrey Parker saying what she wants, no hesitation. She never been afraid before, not like this.
He hates it.
He takes her chin in his hand, pretends to check the wound on her cheek. She shivers at his touch but doesn’t pull away, lets him skim his fingers lightly across her skin. She’s still so pale, so cold.
“Go shower,” he murmurs. “I asked Duke to bring some of your clothes over.” Her eyes widen a little at that and her mouth quirks. Nathan shakes his head, can’t help feeling a thousand times lighter at her smirk. “He’s your landlord,” he huffs. “Don’t read too much into it. I still don’t trust him.”
“You trusted him enough to pick my outfit for today,” she drawls. Her eyes are softer, he realizes. The panic has receded, and some of the shadows under her eyes were wiped away with sleep.
Nathan finds himself grinning, stupidly. “Just go shower, Parker.”
hold on to the world we all remember fighting for
there's some strength left in us yet
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: 3/4
Word count: 418
Warnings: None
Chapter Summary: He makes pancakes for breakfast, because he'll be damned if he'll let some psycho kidnapper ruin those for him. For them.
Author's Notes: Pancakes. Because reasons.
five days after black and red collide.
the motion sickness past, i'll be the first to stand.
(sing, sing, arise)
stand in the sun, we'll dry your eyes
He makes pancakes for breakfast, because he’ll be damned if he’ll let some psycho kidnapper ruin those for him. For them.
She slips into the kitchen without him noticing, not until he catches sight of her leaning against the wall out of the corner of his eye. There’s a fading panic on her face that settles in his chest, constricts his throat.
“Morning,” he states, flipping a pancake. She gulps a few breaths as Nathan just tries to keep his hands steady, tries not to think about how on edge she is, how he should have been there when she woke up, how he really needs to hit something.
She ghosts a smile, stutters, “I… you weren’t… I didn’t know…”
Nathan drops the spatula and approaches her slowly. “Just making breakfast,” he tells her. “Still right here.” Relief and guilt flash across her features and he has to resist the urge to run his fingers along her face, try to erase the marks that mar her perfect face. She nods wearily. “How’s your hand?”
She shrugs, holds up the offending arm and let him check it. “Doesn’t hurt much,” she sighs. Nathan just raises an eyebrow.
“Take it from me, that doesn’t mean a lot.” She flinches and he smiles to take the edge off.
“I’m sorry,” she stutters. “I didn’t-”
“Relax, Parker. Smile. It was a joke.”
She rubs her free hand across her eyes instead. “I need to shower,” she mumbles. “And… and go to… I need my clothes.”
It’s killing him, her uncertainty. Her reticence. He’s used to Audrey Parker saying what she wants, no hesitation. She never been afraid before, not like this.
He hates it.
He takes her chin in his hand, pretends to check the wound on her cheek. She shivers at his touch but doesn’t pull away, lets him skim his fingers lightly across her skin. She’s still so pale, so cold.
“Go shower,” he murmurs. “I asked Duke to bring some of your clothes over.” Her eyes widen a little at that and her mouth quirks. Nathan shakes his head, can’t help feeling a thousand times lighter at her smirk. “He’s your landlord,” he huffs. “Don’t read too much into it. I still don’t trust him.”
“You trusted him enough to pick my outfit for today,” she drawls. Her eyes are softer, he realizes. The panic has receded, and some of the shadows under her eyes were wiped away with sleep.
Nathan finds himself grinning, stupidly. “Just go shower, Parker.”
hold on to the world we all remember fighting for
there's some strength left in us yet