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Promise What You Will, by vegarin
Fandom Category: Haven
Pairing: Audrey/Nathan
Fic Title: Promise What You Will
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vegarin
Link: http://vegarin.livejournal.com/59920.html
Rating/Warning(s): pg-13
Genre: post-s1.
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Summary: "Who am I, Nathan?" Audrey and Nathan on a road trip. Post-s1 fic, so please don't read if you haven't watched the season one finale, because this has major spoilers and won't make a lick of sense otherwise. Audrey, Nathan, a road trip and the biggest identity crisis ever. Read it, and you'll love it!
He chooses a longer, more scenic route because he knows she needs the time. She's staring out the window at the endless grey beaches and the dark, imposing ocean, her eyes clearly unseeing. He has never been good with words, and they don't come easily to him, at least not the right ones.
And what could he say now? He has no answers to give, only questions.
When they pass by Arcadia National Park, he offers, "I ran away once when I was twelve. This is where I ended up."
There is a short pause before she turns to him. "Really?"
"Yep. I was convinced that I was better off on my own and hitchhiked all the way down here. Spent two days camping out at this very beach."
Her smile feels more genuine now. "So hard to believe - Nathan Wuornos a teenage rebel. What happened?"
He shrugs. "What you'd expect to happen. The Chief found me and grounded me for the rest of the year."
Chief. Dad.
Nathan remembers the look on Dad's face when he first saw Nathan at the Portland police station, the relief fleeting across his face before it once again settled into the more familiar one of stern reprimand. His hands on the wheel turn into tight fists. Nathan's never wanted to see through that pain, that grumpy, stubborn reticence. He's never tried to.
Nathan supposes he's paying for that willful blindness now.
There's sudden warmth on his hand. Her hand covers his, gentle and incisive, and he swallows the lump in his throat. Sometimes there is no need for words.
The warmth of her hand seeps into his and he can breathe again.
Pairing: Audrey/Nathan
Fic Title: Promise What You Will
Author:
vegarinLink: http://vegarin.livejournal.com/59920.html
Rating/Warning(s): pg-13
Genre: post-s1.
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Summary: "Who am I, Nathan?" Audrey and Nathan on a road trip. Post-s1 fic, so please don't read if you haven't watched the season one finale, because this has major spoilers and won't make a lick of sense otherwise. Audrey, Nathan, a road trip and the biggest identity crisis ever. Read it, and you'll love it!
He chooses a longer, more scenic route because he knows she needs the time. She's staring out the window at the endless grey beaches and the dark, imposing ocean, her eyes clearly unseeing. He has never been good with words, and they don't come easily to him, at least not the right ones.
And what could he say now? He has no answers to give, only questions.
When they pass by Arcadia National Park, he offers, "I ran away once when I was twelve. This is where I ended up."
There is a short pause before she turns to him. "Really?"
"Yep. I was convinced that I was better off on my own and hitchhiked all the way down here. Spent two days camping out at this very beach."
Her smile feels more genuine now. "So hard to believe - Nathan Wuornos a teenage rebel. What happened?"
He shrugs. "What you'd expect to happen. The Chief found me and grounded me for the rest of the year."
Chief. Dad.
Nathan remembers the look on Dad's face when he first saw Nathan at the Portland police station, the relief fleeting across his face before it once again settled into the more familiar one of stern reprimand. His hands on the wheel turn into tight fists. Nathan's never wanted to see through that pain, that grumpy, stubborn reticence. He's never tried to.
Nathan supposes he's paying for that willful blindness now.
There's sudden warmth on his hand. Her hand covers his, gentle and incisive, and he swallows the lump in his throat. Sometimes there is no need for words.
The warmth of her hand seeps into his and he can breathe again.