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Chloe
21 July 2012 @ 12:47 pm
In this loneliest of summer hiatus, I find myself having feelings about the shows I’m missing (and some that were taken from me *sob*) and felt the need to share. I’ve never really done this before, but it’s probably high time. I’m feeling pretty secluded this summer as friends are in different states or very busy, and I’m working full time, so the internet is going to be my friend for today. Plus the people out in the ether tend to care more about the shows I care about than people in my actual life. Many are scifi, but a few aren’t. I wanted to touch on everything that my eyes passed over (hint: it’s a lot). In alphabetical order:





ALCATRAZ: I was disappointed this didn’t get a chance to grow into itself because it was axed after one season, but it didn’t really surprise me. Alcatraz is the kind of show that does get cancelled that early for a few reasons, one of which I honestly think is the leading lady’s haircut. Sarah Jones is a very pretty woman, but that haircut just made her look as if you couldn’t connect with her. I’m not really sure how a hairdo can do that, but I always felt like the character was aloof in a bad way. I know she’s supposed to be devoted to her job and not really sexualized, but it just really wasn’t working for me. I have to say I started watching because of the promos that included the AMAZING Sam Neill, one of my favorites of all time. He did not disappoint in the series, and his tight-lipped, time-swept romance with Parminder Nagra’s character was the most compelling part of the whole shebang. I’m mostly sad I won’t get to see more of them, but I kind of understand Alcatraz’s cancellation.





ARCHER: Yeah, it’s animated. Yeah, it’s dirty. Yeah, I didn’t think I was going to like it when my best friend told me I should watch it. But I blew through the entirety of its currently three seasons in about a week. I was very sick, so all I could do was lay in bed, staring at either a book or my computer and Archer was the only good thing about that week and a half. It’s fucking hilarious. I can’t even. Everything about it is perfect. It’s misogynistic, racist, classist, ever other negative -ist there is and probably invents a few. I’ve heard someone describe it as a spy parody if Charlie Sheen were James Bond, and I think that’s perfect. If you like the late-night programming on Cartoon Network, this will be a slam-dunk for you. I’m actually not someone that usually watches this type of show, but for some reason Archer is just side-splitting for me. Give it a try, it’s one of the best shows you’re not watching.


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THE BIG BANG THEORY: It’s time for Raj to have a serious love interest. It’s really not fair to his character. I know  we don’t want everyone paired off all the time, but in real life people tend to find significant others at least for a time, especially within the five years it’s been on. And I am ALL for the Shamy. I like Leonard/Penny too, but I like where it is for now.




BONES: And award for the biggest disappointment goes to Bones. As soon as I heard they were going to write in Emily Deschanel’s pregnancy, I knew I would hate this show. First of all, we’d just had a season of pregnant Angela and it was wearing thin on me. Second, there is no possible way Bones would get pregnant from a one-night affair. Everyone knows that can technically happen, but if we assume the actress and character are the same age that puts her at 35. Women try for years and shell out huge amounts of money to try to get pregnant at that age because it’s at the tail-end of childbearing age. Of course it’s possible, since Emily Deschanel was pregnant at 35, but I bet dollars to doughnuts it wasn’t after having sex one time. I call bullshit. Third, I read somewhere, before Bones blew up in my face, that they wanted to get Booth and Bones together but wanted to do it in a ‘natural way that was organic to them’. Bullshit. Utter bullshit. There was nothing natural about that. Good thing they love each other, because if not Booth would have run far, far away when Brennan told him she was pregnant with his child. God, that whole thing was so poorly handled, I can’t even. Ugh. Fourth, they could have hidden Deschanel’s pregnancy. They did it for Amanda Tapping on Stargate in BDUs, they could have done it for Bones with labcoats. Children ruin everything in terms of TV ships. I think children are an endgame in televisable romance; if Bones had ended with the birth of their child, okay, fine. But they wanted to keep going, and I understand the need to change things up after six seasons of the same, but we didn’t even get to see them kiss. let alone have time to enjoy them as a couple by themselves. Bones is a cheap whore of a TV show, and I hate it. STRONG NEGATIVE FEELINGS.




CASTLE: Finally. I am pleased. I felt like a lot of this past season was more of the same procedural without enough character development, but it paid off. I really would have liked more UST, or at least Beckett talking about her feelings with her therapist Worf because I think Beckett’s feelings are the ones that were holding everything up, the more hidden ones and therefore the more interesting ones. But I am very happy with where the show is right now. 



CHUCK: Wow, guys. Thanks for ripping out my heart, throwing it under a train, then stitching it back into my chest. It was a fitting ending, but very sad at the same time. Chuck/Sarah is the heart of that show, and the writers turned it on its head, but I believe they have a happy ending. My one regret is that I wish John had some more romance with either Kathleen or Gertrude, but I’m glad he got some at all. It’s sad to say goodbye to characters you love, but I’m even more glad that Chuck got the sendoff it deserved.




COMMUNITY: I ship Jeff/Britta, so life is a little hard for me in general in terms of this show. Jeff/Annie is okay, I don’t hate it, but Jeff and Britta totally deserve each other and I’m oddly intrigued by Annie/Abed. I think Troy/Britta will be interesting though, but I can’t help but feel a little skeevy about T/B and J/A since Britta and Jeff are considerably older than Troy and Annie. Not that when I was a high schooler/freshman in college I didn’t want 40 year old men, but still. Yes, Allison Brie is 29 in real life, but her character is like somewhere in the 19-22 range. Also, did Pierce this season and last bother anyone else? I think Chevy Chase does a great job, but his character is kind of the punching bag. I think he’s funny but I don’t like him, if that makes sense. He’s really dark and pitiful in a bad way. TroyandAbed continue to be the best part of the show. The comedy has gotten a little inside its own head, but I still like the show. Maybe just not with the fiery passion I once had.


COUGAR TOWN: My guiltiest of guilty pleasures. I’m embarrassed to even admit I’ve seen this once, much less have watched it regularly. Courtney Cox is a terrible actress and her character is incredibly narcissistic and clingy, but the supporting cast is what makes it. I’m not even going to encourage you to try it, nor will I say I want it to have another season. Shout out to Busy Phillips and Christa Miller as the best actors in a terribly vapid show that I still watch anyway.



DOCTOR WHO: I have honestly not been keeping up with it as much as I used to. Eleven is fine, but his companions don't really allow for as good storytelling as Nine and Ten had. I don't hate Amy and Rory, but I just don't find them compelling, I suppose. It has to be said, though, that I really like having another guy on the TARDIS, but Rory's a little too much of a pushover. I want some testosterone to fly. Also, I hate River Song. It probably has something to do with the fact that I'm still not over Rose and never want the Doctor to have a love interest ever again. I never liked River, and I thought Matt Smith and Alex Kingston had no chemistry at all. I was frankly quite surprised that the Doctor kissed River. He seemed very disinterested in her even as a person. Whatever. Hopefully the new companion will be more interesting.


EUREKA: It’s sad to see this perennial favorite go, but I think between the fans wanting it to go on forever and the dicks who just keep on giving at Syfy, the right decision was made. How many times have we heard “I wish this show had ended with season X before it X McXerson left and the writers did X to ruin the show”? I’ve certainly heard that reegarding The X-Files, Stargate, and even now Supernatural. I think it would have been increasingly difficult for the writers to come up with fresh, interesting plots. Jack and Allison are finally together and we got to see them be a them for a little while, and all the characters are kind of in a good place now. I think the fact that the writers got a season heads up and knew the end was coming allowed them to craft and ending worthy of one of the best shows Syfy has put out.




FRINGE: I have to say I’m a little upset that this show doesn’t get the recognition it deserves, but I also have to say that is because most people who watch TV these days are not intelligent viewers. That is to say they are all simply dunces. That’s seems the likeliest reason that this show isn’t popular. I like to describe it as a reboot of The X-Files with more science and less conspiracy. It’s quick, it’s warm, and it’s smart as all get out. I think that some of the concepts Fringe touches upon are just too sciency for the mainstream crowd (God, I’m a scifi hipster, aren’t I?). I tried to explain Fringe’s alternate universes to someone once and they had to stop me in the middle because they couldn’t follow. I understand everything just fine, except for maybe how Peter could disappear and then proceed to have never existed when he had to have existed for events to be what they were, but I can see how it could be confusing. That aside, I realize that Fringe can be pretty technical but its characters are compelling and its arcs are fantastic. It can do fast-paced, it can do romantic, and it can do really cool science. If you’re looking for a good scifi show, please give Fringe a try. We’re going into the last season, which I have mixed feelings about itself, but I’m sure with the advance notice it’s going to be a doozy. Check it out for the fantastic John Noble, if for no other reason.




GRIMM: Oh boy, this is probably my favorite new addition to my lineup. First of all, David Giuntoli. Second and third, David Giutoli. I could stare at that man for a year. But one of my TV fetishes is for someone to be secretly awesome and have me waiting for the big reveal when someone close to him or her finally gets to know just how awesome they are. And how awesome is it being a Grimm, the man monsters cower from? I can’t wait for them to be able to explain more things next season. This season was exposition and now we get to have some fun!



HAVEN: GOD. WHY? On the bright side, that “why?” means “why did they move this previously summer show to September?” and not “why did they cancel it?”. This baby hung on by a thread for its third season, and I’m trying to steel myself for this being the last season, but then they went and pushed the airdate to a full three months later than usual. I’m hoping Syfy, its network, did it because they think it has potential and want more people to see it when most TV airs, but it used to be grouped with Alphas (why does anyone like that show?) and Warehouse 13 as Syfy’s summer “Powerful Mondays”. They always promoted the fuck out of Alphas, which I clearly think is misplaced, and Warehouse 13 has traditionally been a fan favorite. I think Lost Girl may have replaced Haven in the line-up, but since WH13 isn’t airing yet, I haven’t paid attention to anything on Syfy unless I want to drink to a terrible B- movie starring B+ celebrities (more fun than you might think, trust me). So do they think it can’t hold up to those other crappy summer puffs? Maybe. Haven is based in a Stephen King universe, so it’s a little dark, but no more than I’d imagine Lost Girl is. Sigh. I hope Syfy isn’t giving up on Haven because it’s the best original show they have. I miss Nathan Wournos in my life, and I miss my biggest, baddest OTP Nathan/Audrey. Gotta say, I really can’t understand people who seriously ship Duke/Audrey. They have little chemistry and the story is all about Nathan and Audrey. All you have to do is look at my journal posts and maybe you’ll understand the depth of my love for these two. I would happily cancel one of my shows (and I’m serious about my shows) to ensure their happily ever after.
 
 
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Chloe
09 June 2012 @ 08:48 pm
scifiland issued a challenge to come up with your scifi dream team; you can cull characters from any fandom. I want just about every character ever, but since that was not feasible I limited myself to ten men and women from the ranks of science fiction. Part of the challenge was to choose a theme song for each character and give a justification and links. There are YouTube links under the names of each song for all of them except Untraveled Worlds (you can find other choruses singing it, but they are not professional). I linked the Last.fm preview here, but it's available on both iTunes and Rhapsody. I also made a .zip with all of the songs in it, and the whole piece is in there as well. 

Deputy Andy (Eureka)
Diamond Day by Vashti Bunyan



Just another diamond day
Just a blade of grass
Just another bale of hay
And the horses pass.
Just another field to plough
Just a grain of wheat
Just a sack of seed to sow
And the children eat.
Just another life to live
Just a word to say
Just another love to give
And a diamond day
I chose Andy because it never hurts to have an android on your team for brute strength and reference. Plus he's got a cheery disposition and is pretty easy on the eyes. The song reflects his sort of step-by-step, care-free existence. It's gentle, simple, and delicate with a sense of an intricate underlying format and pattern. The voice weaves through both the flute and guitar melody, and I kind of thought of these as different levels of Andy's processes.


Noah Bennet (Heroes)
Nothing Else Matters by Apocalyptica



instrumental

Noah Bennet is all you could ask for in terms of a foot solider - he's strong, good with weapons, blends into a crowd, charming, sneaky, subtle, and extremely intelligent with very little of that pesky thing called conscience. He's the epitome of an anti-hero. This version of the Metallica song has no words. It's simply a quartet of cellos, which I thought was a very fitting instrument for Noah; smooth and mournful, capable of so much depth of feeling and yearning. The melody rumbles along a sad path at the beginning, much like Noah's own past. It gains momentum and fervor as it progresses with an undercurrent of anger and betrayal - these are the events of the series. Eventually, it falls back into what it was in the beginning, lonely and bitter. The imagery in the music video is gorgeous, it's worth a look.


Samantha Carter (Stargate)
Snow (Hey Oh) by The Red Hot Chili Peppers



Come to decide that the things that I tried
Were in my life just to get high on
When I sit alone come get a little known
But I need more than myself this time
Step from the road to the sea to the sky
And I do believe it, we rely on
When I lay it on come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice
Hey oh, listen what I say, oh
I got your hey oh, now listen what I say, oh
When will I know that I really can't go
To the well once more time to decide on
When it's killing me, when will I really see
All that I need to look inside
The more I see, the less I know
The more I like to let it go
In between the cover of another perfect wonder
And it's so white as snow
Running through a field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there's nowhere to go
Sam was the first person I picked. She's got field, combat, first aid, and weapons training, plus she's a brilliant scientist and engineer. She's the perfect choice, enough said. Snow has always been one of my favorite RHCP songs, and I'd like to think it reflects Sam pretty well. It speaks of an internal struggle, and Sam is full of those: the struggle between woman and soldier, scientist and warrior, duty and honor. I've sort of truncated the lyrics (it's surprisingly repetitive in content but actually not in form), but I see the slow disillusionment of a career soldier as she decides that maybe now it's time to take more of her life for her own.


The (Tenth) Doctor (Doctor Who)
Untraveled Worlds by Chorus Angelicus



I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breath were life.
Life piled on life were all to little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are,
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Oh the Tenth Doctor. He was really my first Doctor, and his enthusiasm for exploration and adventure, plus his encyclopedic knowledge and his sweet TaRDiS make him an easy choice. He's not as dour as Nine and not as manic as Eleven, but he's got a dark streak a mile wide (which can be useful, if channeled the right way). The song is a setting of the Alfred, Lord Tennyson poem Ulysses, about the legendary explorer who rallies his men to go into one last adventure that serves to be their demise. I think this whole bravado, the idea of being omniscient and powerful beyond the ken of men reflects Ten's descent into darkness at the end of his tenure, and quite possible at this tail end of his lives in general. The tone is manically positive, but the outcome is nowhere near.


Jack Harkness (Torchwood)
Mount Wroclai (Idle Days) by Beirut



And I know when time
will pass by slow
without my heart
what can I do?
You're in the halls
the bell gives way to a larger swell
without my heart
what can I do?
And we grow fat
on the charms of our idle dreary days,
seen the shadows grow,
see an ominous display.
With no alarm
could we say we'd have expected this way.
Under stars have died,
give incent to play.


Jack is one resourceful, determined bastard, and I love him for it. It's so interesting to compare that care-free, gung-ho man we met in Doctor Who and the dark, mysterious man in Torchwood. The latter is so filled with darkness and secrets, but he gets shit done that no one else can even bear to ponder. This Beirut song illustrates his frustration with his continued existence and his disgust for the idleness of people and their ability to limit their vision to what they want to see.


Daniel Jackson (Stargate)
Stone Language by Geoff Zanelli and Klaus Badelt



instrumental

A language and culture expert with diplomatic experience is always a plus. Also he's funny, sarcastic, and nice to look at. The beginning of this piece is gentle and delicate, just like Daniel was, once upon a time. It grows into a strong, ethnic beat and eventually full-fledged vocalization as he grows as a person and sees both amazing and horrible things, but becomes all the stronger for them. The end has echoes of the beginning, but is a much more developed, powerful tune.


Helen Magnus (Sanctuary)
To the End of the Earth by Glenn Stafford



instrumental

Helen Magnus is amazing. She's a doctor, a scientist, an inventor, an activist, a leader, a mother, a fighter, an explorer. And those legs haha. Her song evokes a sort of sea-based exploration that I think fits her origins in 19th century England. It's a little earthy and raw with a healthy dose of mystery and sadness, two things that surround Helen like a shroud. The bass drone is like a constant thrumming of electricity and power, also two things Helen has in spades. Yes, this is a song from World of Warcraft. Go ahead and judge.


Dana Scully (The X-Files)
Believe by The Bravery



The faces all around me they don't smile they just crack
Waiting for our ship to come but our ship's not coming back
We do our time like pennies in a jar
What are we saving for?
There's a smell of stale feeling that's drinking from my skins
The drinking never stops because the drink absolves our sins
We sit and throw our roots into the floor
What are we waiting for?
So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breathe
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe
Something's always coming you can hear it in the ground
It swells into the air
With the rising
Rising sound
And never comes but shakes the boards and rattles all the doors
What are we waiting for?
I am hiding from some beast
But the beast was always here
Watching without eyes
Because the beast is just my fear
That I am just nothing
Now its just what I've become
What am I waiting for?
Its already done.
She's a doctor, can shoot a gun, and is one smart cookie. For every whole-hearted believer, we need a skeptic willing to drag their heels lest we march off the edge of the cliff. For me, the song represents her struggle between reality and Mulder's dream/nightmare land where all the shadows are grasping for your ankles. She slowly comes to realize that it is not, in fact, paranoid if they are indeed out to get you, yet she never really knows what to believe. Her brain tells her a certain category of things are just not possible, but she sees evidence she cannot explain all the time. Over time, the veil between her eyes and the world as it really is lifts just a little bit, and she finds herself more willing to embrace unorthodox explanations. But at what price? The end of the series is pretty bleak, relatively speaking, and she really has no one but Mulder in her life. It's the price of a hero. At least she gets a hot boyfriend, even if he is a little crazy.


Aeryn Sun (Farscape)
Hunter by Björk



If travel is searching
And home has been found
I'm not stopping
I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'll bring back the goods
But I don't know when
I thought I could organize freedom
How Scandinavian of me
You sussed it out, didn't you ?
You could smell it
So you left me on my own
To complete the mission
Now I'm leaving it all behind
I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter, I'm the hunter
I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter...


Aeryn is a finely-tuned killing machine and is indeed an anti-hero, my favorite type of hero. I would make her the leader of any strike force, and she, among some of the others, has lots of piloting experience. This Björk classic has a gentle, organic pulsing, suggestive of maybe a hive - fitting, considering her Peacekeeper origins. Aeryn is a hunter, deadly and precise. She was set adrift from the PK forces and initially tried to continue being that same PK whilst living apart, cut loose and free. She came to find their tactics brutal and found her own little pack with which to hunt, to search, to travel, just as the beginning lyrics indicate. No matter how soft she becomes, she will never shed all the habits of her former life, and this is good because those are the skills that keep her and those she loves alive.


Nathan Wuornos (Haven)
Night Squall by Balmorhea



instrumental

Let's be honest, I'm bringing him mostly for the eye-candy factor. But he is a cop, he is used to dealing with weird situations with aplomb, can shoot a gun, can probably hunt, fish, and camp. Plus he can't feel anything, which really has to come in handy sometimes, despite how very sad it makes him. Night Squall is one of my favorite songs ever, and I can see Nathan and Maine and the ocean reflected in its gentle rocking. Nathan and the sea are always moving subtly on the surface, but that covers a much more profound movement, change, and development underneath. Much like the sort of repetitive, sort of dynamic melody of the song, Nathan is comforting, dependable, something you could curl up against and trust to watch over you while you sleep. There is something that holds both the character of the cold, windy sea as it whips your hair and a warm fire in a cozy, dark cottage. Nathan's a cold fish on the outside, but it's really just a coping mechanism. Inside, he's warm and capable of so much love.


                                                HERE'S THE WHOLE .ZIP - tracks + my stupid little art    

 
 
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Chloe

I've recently been getting into Once Upon a Time, a new show detailing the lives of fairy tale characters who are unknowingly cursed to live in our world by the Evil Queen.  Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying it and it's different enough that it's no real problem. But after last night's episode, I started thinking about parallels between OUaT and my lifeblood fandom, Haven. I tried to keep spoilers to a minimum, but you've been warned.

1) There is a small town in Maine where something supernatural is going on. To be fair, Haven totally has rights to this, since it's based on a Stephen King novel and approximately 99.9% of his stories happen in Maine. But also to be fair, Maine is a completely gorgeous and magical place. I can't really blame OUaT. There also seem to be a disturbing number of memory issues in both towns. Both mayors have an unnerving degree of control over the town (Regina through magic and bitchery, the late Mayor Brody through his Trouble of extreme popularity).


 


2) A pretty blonde woman comes from Boston to solve the towns' respective situations. They were both raised in the foster system and had no real sense of family until information in the small town hinted at her origins. They both have aggressive, law enforcement jobs. They're both sort of loners, rough-around-the-edges on the outside and hesitant to let people in. They both initially stay at hotels, but then move in with a friend. Both have pasts that might not be all they seem. Both have car accidents at the town line and are saved by a dashing police officer.

                                               

                                               


3) There is at least one older male who knows what's going on but won't divulge the information to the heroine. OUaT has Mr. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin and Haven has the Teagues brothers and the Chief. I'm not quite sure what Mr. Gold's motivations are yet, whether he wants the town to stay the way it is or not. Similarly, what the Teagues and the Chief want is a little murky; I think they want to protect the town, but not helping Audrey seems counter-productive.

4) Heroine is offered a police job with the local PD because of her law enforcement background after demonstrating her skills to the...

5) ...hot, thirty-something loner police officer. Both Nathan Wournos and Graham (who apparently has no first name, now that I come to look. We should have seen 1x07 coming.) are both attractive, rather sardonic men. They always wear their badges in an obvious place, and at least for a time were the head of the PD. Pretty blonde is their deputy, their partner. They both cannot feel. Nathan can't feel physically, but both are emotionally disconnected from the world around them. Graham literally had his emotions ripped from his body, and Nathan is an intensely cautious and private person. They also have awesome, sexy jackets.




6) Hot, thirty-something officer is obviously attracted to pretty blonde. He cares what she thinks, wants a closer relationship. They make eyes at each other in the police station. She has seen him drunk. She is the person with whom he can feel. They kiss, expecting this to be the foundation of something more. Tragedy strikes, separating them with varying degrees of finality (i.e. in Haven they will find Audrey, in OUaT, probably not so much).




7) There are definite parallels between Regina Mills and Reverend Driscoll. They both want to control the town and do indeed wield power. They both have less than altruistic intentions. Let's hope they suffer the same fate.

I will update this list as I think of things. If you think of something, let me know!

 
 
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Chloe
17 October 2011 @ 12:08 pm

Pairing: Nathan/Audrey.
Rating: G (K)
Disclaimer: There'd be plenty of things that would be different if I owned Haven, despite its near perfection.
Spoilers: None.
SummarySea salt: Salt produced by the evaporation of seawater, the water of the ocean distinguished from fresh water by its appreciable salinity.

Betaed by the lovely lone_pyramid.



The first time he saw her swimming, it was sort of an accident. He'd gotten pulled away by the ME in the middle of their interrogation out on the pier. When Stan came to fetch him, Audrey had nodded Nathan away brusquely and he'd gone. He really should have known better. But tendrils of her fair hair flew about her face and she wore a thorny look that told him to handle things, she was on a roll.

It had turned out to be a roll right off the dock.

He saw it out of the corner of his eye as he crouched to examine the body. It was her badge, actually, that caught white light at her hip and spun it out. His eyes tracked over just in time to see a red-faced Burt Flanigan backhand Audrey. Nathan watched with mute surprise as her slender form pinwheeled backwards, her arms and legs akimbo. In the next instant, the smooth surface of the water swallowed her and her color whole. His functional boots were already carrying him toward the spot where she'd gone under when he spotted an indistinct smudge of fluttering gold moving up toward the sun. In a spray of salt water and swears, she surfaced.

Seething in silence, she awkwardly made her way to the ladder. It was an uncomfortably long, painful wait, though in reality it was only a minute or two; everyone was watching her and Flanigan, waiting for one of them to react. One soggy step at a time, Audrey hauled herself up the ladder. Her face was absolutely thunderous and her clothes clung petulantly to her small body. She froze, staring at the ground with a sort of empty, vaguely violent expression. Nathan watched her jaw flex a few times, and then it was as if a switch were thrown. She whirled on her heel, reaching for her handcuffs as she zeroed in on Flanigan. He at least had the good grace to look ashamed as Audrey spun him around and cuffed him with a little more force than strictly necessary. Shoving Flanigan toward Stan, she turned to Nathan. When she did, he wished she'd been rougher with the man; rage ghosted heat across his face as he spied the angry red mark on her cheek where she'd been struck.

A second later it occurred to him that he had some spare clothes in his truck. What with blood, weather, and run-of-the-mill shoe leather, he'd learned to be prepared. He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder and in a low voice explained and handed her the keys. With a quick look of silent thanks, she went to dress behind the Bronco. Once she was out of sight, the scene burst forth into action and noise again. Everyone gave him a wide berth. No one dared to laugh.

A few minutes later she emerged, dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of his sweatpants rolled up around her calves and bunched at her waist. Watching her, he felt a sharp stab of arousal. She was bundled up in his clothes, and it was dangerously simple to picture her in front of his fireplace rather than awkwardly scuffing the dirt with wet work shoes while everyone pointedly ignored her. He was the only one even looking in her direction. As if she felt his eyes, she glanced up through strands of wet blonde hair and gave him a quick smile. She hugged herself as she tried to look busy over the corpse, and he thought he could imagine the spectre of another hot blush bloom across his cheeks.




The second time he saw her swimming, she'd taken him by the hand and led him down the beach.

It had been one of those days where the sky stayed a steely gray. Humidity swirled heavily, making the air seem more solid than usual. No rain ever came, but the anticipation of it seemed to suspend time. As if nothing could be done with the day until it was known for sure.

The beauty of being a cop in a small town was that crime didn't happen every day. It had been a slow Tuesday, as if the weather's indolence had bled the will of the town's petty criminals. And so they'd left work a little early, ignoring the meaningful glances of the people between them and the door.

She'd snatched his keys and shooed him into the passenger seat. Once he'd folded his long legs into the truck, she didn't say a word; regardless, it only took him a few minutes to figure out where they were headed.

October was right around the corner, but Maine didn't seem to care. The air felt heavy in Nathan's lungs as soon as he stepped out of the truck. Just a few steps away, the dull sand stretched away into the distance. It wasn't exactly a beach day; they had the whole place to themselves.

Without meeting his eyes, Audrey tugged off her sensible black shoes. She sighed in pleasure as her toes dug into the sand. He watched her chest fill with the air, tangy with salt and decaying seaweed as she stared out at the water. White teeth gently captured her bottom lip. Haltingly, she shifted her gaze. First it went to where his hands were tucked into his pockets; then it slid up to his chest where she regarded his buttons for a long minute until finally settling on his face. After a moment her eyes dipped back down to his hand. She tentatively reached toward his, and when their skin touched he drew in a sharp breath. He would never get used to it.

Truth be told, he didn't want to.

Cool fingers slid into his and it was all he could do not to sigh in relief. She was just temporary medicine treating the symptoms of his affliction, but he never minded taking her treatment.

With slow, deliberate steps they made their way across the sand. It amazed him how well Audrey had taken to the sea. Coming from a place like Ohio (or at least having the experiences of a native Ohioan), he wouldn't have expected her to like it much. Haven was undoubtedly a sea-town; the culture was of lobstermen, lighthouses, and storm squalls. She'd taken to it like a fish to water. It only made falling in love with her all the easier.

Minutes ticked by in silence. Silently, her hand slipped from his as she picked her way across small pebbles to the water. Glancing back to him, she sent him a grin as she trotted into the low-curling tide. He couldn't help but smirk as she yelped and ran back toward him with the waves, coming into his chest. Muscle memory and fiery affection had him unconsciously wrapping his arms across her back. After a moment, his sense of equilibrium told him something was wrong. Before he knew it she was tugging him with her into the waves.

With all of her strength, she attempted to pull him under. The small stones underfoot shifted with his changed weight. He managed to keep his nose above water, but their momentum resulted in her slipping under the surface. He could only feel her hands; one in his, the other anchoring her to him by his forearm. Hotspots bordered by icy cold in the outline of her fingers. Swimming like this was not, he decided, his favorite activity – she felt too light in his arms, not there enough. He wanted to feel every gram of her body. That way he knew she was real.

Spluttering, she surfaced, and darkened blonde hair lay like a fine net across her elfin features.

Grimacing and chuckling, she attempted to pull the strands from her face. On an impulse, he reached out and touched her hand. She stilled and her smile slowly faded. Heat rushed to his fingertips; he could feel her cold digits sapping his warmth. She felt tacky under the pads of his fingers as the salt dried on her clear skin. One of his hands nestled under her ear, gently tilting her head up. The other gingerly pried the hairs off of her face, smoothing them back and away from her forehead. Ghostly hairs clung to his wet hands. Once he'd finished, her eyes fluttered open to meet his. With a wry smile, he took her hand and led her to a sheltered spot up by the dunes.

Still keeping hold of her hand, he settled himself into the soft sand. As she crossed her legs and lowered herself down, she switched hands, falling down in a sort of half-graceful pirouette. His arm ended up across the back of her shoulders. When she tucked herself into his side, they settled into a wet huddle like roosting plovers. The sand stuck in heavy clumps to their sodden clothing.

By themselves, his fingers combed through her hair. Their progress was hindered by the salt drying her hair in knots. She sighed and let her head fall onto his shoulder. Kissing the top of her head, he allowed his gaze to join hers contemplating the sea.


 
 
Current Location: Duke
Current Mood: indifferentindifferent
Current Music: What the Water Gave Me - Florence + the Machine
 
 
Chloe
29 September 2011 @ 04:47 pm
Pairing: Garland/Lucy
Rating: G (K)
Disclaimer: There'd be plenty of things that would be different if I owned Haven, despite its near perfection.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: At first, she was just a godsend (though that really was a disservice, because Lucy Ripley was never just anything).
Notes: This might seem like it counters canon, but I have this situation in my head where it all works out. First of all, I prefer to think that Garland sort of saved Nathan's mother from Max Hansen, and she's the woman he married. I thought this was canon until I realized that there is actually no information about Nathan's mother except that she died. Garland could have been married and he and his wife adopted Hansen's son, but I think my way is more romantic. :D

I figure Garland and Lucy investigate the Troubles and have a little fling. In the course of their investigations, they meet Max Hansen, his girlfriend/wife, and his son, Nathan. They make friends with Nathan's mother, and Garland supports her when they put Hansen away for murder. Lucy leaves soon after, leaving Garland to be with Nathan's mother. So in my head none of this goes against canon, unless I'm missing something. Betaed by the lovely lone_pyramid & gagewhitney. (642 words)




At first, she was just a godsend (though that really was a disservice, because Lucy Ripley was never just anything). In the beginning, when she had poked around crime scenes making startlingly acute observations, he let her. His chief didn’t believe him at the time that the Troubles were slowly returning; Garland suspected it was more because he didn’t want to. Lucy, though… Lucy knew, just like he did in his bones. Thirty years and countless long nights ago he was a scared boy who'd found himself holding sandcastles together against the battering waves by sheer force of will. It was a feeling he could never forget, and it was settling in again, tingling and jabbing all the way. It left him breathless, frightened, and more than a little exhilarated.
 
But this time he had her. 
 
Her, with her soft, mousy brown hair and tender beryl eyes. It wasn’t enough that she helped others with their… afflictions. She was his lightning rod, drawing his scattered energy to a fixed point. More than anyone else she understood what it was like to have a part of oneself over which one had little power. Her hands were so soft between his when he began to lose control. For something so small, they held an incredible amount of gravity.
 
“Hey,” she began, knocking gently on the doorframe. He looked up from a file to find the object of his thoughts before him, unassuming in a thin, rose cotton dress. Damn, that woman was quiet.
 
“Hey.” Closing the folder, he sat up straighter and placed it on top of the pile he’d been working on all afternoon.

She shook her bangs out of her face. “I thought you might want to grab some dinner,” she continued, hip tipped into the jamb. She held a lock of hair in front of her with both hands, fingers fidgeting and running over the last few inches. Bangles around her delicate wrists jingled as he waited for her to continue. Others described her as calm and composed, but hours of (quite willing) observation told Garland that she was anything but. Always thinking and moving. “I have some theories on the McClendon case I thought you might want to hear.”
 
Getting up, he dusted off his pants. Lately he’d found himself more self-conscious around her. Which was ridiculous. They were partners, of a sort. Closest thing he had since the chameleon. “Sounds good. What do you feel like?” he asked, moving to the hat-stand to retrieve his jacket. Autumn was swift on the heels of summer.
 
“Have you ever tried Vietnamese food? I heard there’s a new take-out place in Camden. We can call it in and it’ll be ready by the time we get there.”
 
He fought to keep a straight face – she always had him trying new things, pushing his boundaries and his buttons. That was Lucy. Another word others used for her was kind, but he knew the truth. Under the sweet, shy façade lurked a wickedly pushy companion. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
 
“All right.” He shrugged into his khaki jacket. When she didn’t immediately reply, he glanced up. The look she cast his way told him he clearly hadn’t done a good enough job hiding his thoughts. A few moments passed and all he could do was give his best impression of a deer in headlights. Another beat and she grinned broadly, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “Come on, you stick-in-the-mud, let’s go.”
 
Unable to hold back a grin of his own, he allowed his palm to hover over the small of her back. He knew he was treading on thin ice. Every touch threatened to melt the weak crust and dump him into the water below. Intellectually, he knew it’d be cold as hell. But some things were just inevitable.


 
 
Current Location: Duke
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: Hey Snow White - The New Pornographers
 
 
 
Chloe
29 September 2011 @ 04:32 pm

Pairing: None.
Rating: G (K)
Disclaimer: There'd be plenty of things that would be different if I owned Haven, despite its near perfection.
Spoilers: I suppose for "Spiral".
Summary: The word "salt" has many meanings, straight and idiomatic, in the English language. Series of one-shots. Epsom salt: Magnesium sulfate. Magnesium is alkaline - when used as a fertilizer for hydrangeas, it encourages a change in petal color from blue to pink. Hydrangeas are one of the few plants capable of this change.
Betaed by the lovely lone_pyramid and gagewhitney(536 words)




After the death of his father, Nathan’s childhood home felt different.
 
 
The first time he’d noticed such a change was the summer after his first year in college. The solid, wood clapboard colonial could fit inside his political science lecture hall at least twice. Spending so much time around buildings of stone or brick had made his family home seem almost primitive. The realization that his existence until then was so relatively small had been a sobering one.    It had only given him one more reason to visit home as little as possible. The only motivation he’d had to come at all was the fact that it was filled with artifacts of his childhood, and by extension, his mother.
 
 
 Now, for the first time in years, he ambled over the slate stones leading to the front door.  All these years later, Mom’s pride and joy – large, fluffy bushes of hydrangea – still bordered the path. In his memory, vases of cut blooms stood on tables, on counters, and always on her dresser. Sometimes she mixed them with the best of her white peonies, but they were always there.
 
Lazily, he approached the nearest bush and cupped a spherical cluster of flowers with reverence. They were, and had always been, that unmistakable Cape Cod blue. Vibrant, almost a primary of pastels with just a touch of violet. The ground in Haven was uniformly acidic, so close to the ocean. But one year, Mom had gotten it into her head that she wanted to try for pink flowers. The trick, she’d said, was to make the soil more alkaline. Vera had explained the science of changing a hydrangea’s color as she packed Epsom salts around the plants' roots. Nathan had sat Indian style, half understanding (his love for her and her musical voice making up for the rest), cradling a toy spade in his lap. Despite the fact that the plants had never borne pink blossoms, he’d always remembered it as a good day.
 
Vera, like all residents of this place, should have known better than to fight nature. In a port town, you quickly learned to appreciate the alternate beauty and cruelty of the sea. But earth and flesh could be just as heartless and unforgiving. He’d lost her as sure as the land lost ground to the incoming tide. Nature took what she took.
 
With a sigh, Nathan allowed the Vermeer flowers to droop toward the stone path. They were doing well, and he thought they added a quaint touch that would come in handy once he was ready to sell. Most of the memories he’d made in this house were with the Chief – awkward, stilted, full of rejection and more than a little hurt. Nevertheless, he felt a twinge at the idea. He knew it wouldn’t be feasible to live here himself. It was far too large for one person, though he suspected the Chief had stayed for the same reason he was reluctant to let it go.
 
Gently rubbing a chalky blue petal between his fingers, Nathan decided to consult Laverne.  She’d always had a green thumb. Maybe a few of these plants would stand a better chance for pink blooms in his own garden.



 
 
Current Location: Duke
Current Mood: okayokay
Current Music: A Boy and a Girl - Eric Whitacre
 
 
Chloe
29 September 2011 @ 04:26 pm
Pairing: Nathan/Audrey
Rating: PG (K+)
Disclaimer: There'd be plenty of things that would be different if I owned Haven, despite its near perfection.
Spoilers: Yes, specifically for "Ain't No Sunshine" & "Fear & Loathing".
Summary: God, that discussion in the car was awkward. Audrey must have had some thoughts on Nathan being able to feel. Mid-episode tag to 2x02 "Fear & Loathing". Betaed by the lovely lone_pyramid & gagewhitney. (922 words)



Houses and trees slipped by as they sped to find Jackie Clark. Nathan had, thankfully, stopped talking and the Bronco descended into blissful silence. Audrey’s eyes tracked mailboxes, snapping to the next one every few seconds as the defensive knot in her stomach slowly eased. The motion was almost hypnotizing.
 
The thought flashed, sudden and unbidden. Like a bolt of lightning, it darted from the ether to conscious thought with great force. It was gone as soon as it came, but still left her blinking against the jagged trails of truth it had burned into her vision.
 
She was just a bit jealous.
 
Not jilted lover jealous, but on a scale from the-person-in-front-of-you-just-bought-Rosemary’s-last-cupcake to betrayed-husband-ready-to-pull-a-gun, she was further toward the middle than she’d care to admit.
 
For the first time in years, Nathan could feel. The change was so apparent, even given his subtle moods. He’d always been sedate, watchful, and just a little bit elegant.  Like an old circus tiger pacing his gaily painted wagon cage. His motions were the same thing, over and over within the confines of his town. He’d gone through these actions for so long his movements were perfect – not too little, just enough – and he executed them with practiced ease; one side to the other, gazing steady and baleful thought the bars. But when he was still, when only his eyes flickered to track her movements, Audrey could catch a glimpse of the intelligence and dulled magnificence beneath. As much as she wanted to break open the door and let him run, it wasn’t within her power. The most she could do was hold those eyes and try to make him understand that she knew he was meant to be a creature of the sun, the plains, the hot dust. And now he, all of a sudden free, sat nobly at her side. An animal with an easy sort of latent power, loyal to her because she’d shown him kindness.
 
But this meant other people could reach out and touch him, if he would let them. The thought made Audrey grind her teeth, just a little bit.
 
To further complicate matters, she felt immense joy. His eyes were so alive now, holding the wild, exultant abandon of an animal freed from captivity. He smiled more readily, laughed more easily, and fiddled with EVERYTHING. Of course she sympathized. But when she’d caught him rolling a small hank of her hair between his fingers as he stood behind her left shoulder, it took a large portion of her control not to bark. The closest she could come to pinning down her feelings was a sense of dismay. She was upset that he chose then, after he had regained his sense of feeling, to touch her.
 
Audrey absolutely understood that he had been hesitant to touch her before, fearful of indicating she had any sort of obligation. It was unnecessary yet welcome – she’d spent most of her childhood unable to make choices for herself. But then, before, it was their thing. She doled out little touches and he sometimes snuck them when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. It was far too soon to make any sort of concrete statement, but she supposed they were flirting, just a little bit. And while she was breathless with elation for him, their dynamic had shifted. It wasn’t just them, the outsiders, against the world anymore. He felt more human, acted more human, and connected with these people he’d known all his life in a way she could only envy.
 
She didn’t really know what to make of that look in his eyes as he talked about her kiss (she’d felt the hitch in his breath as he barely avoided stumbling over that word. It made throat feel thick). Whatever it was, it was for damn sure it toed the line between them. Nathan wasn’t just feeling physically. In his stilted, socially maladjusted manner (a language in which she was all too fluent), he was trying to open up to her emotionally. Her chest felt tight, in a good way, at the thought. A breath out became a sigh and she felt his eyes flick to her briefly. The guy sure knew how to pick a time.
 
Honestly, really, Audrey couldn’t be happier for him. Mostly. But as he slipped out of his cage to reenter mainstream humanity, she was left sitting in the open door, swinging her legs over the edge. It wasn’t really a place she’d ever quite belonged. The only thing she could do was watch his back and hope he’d turn around, realize she wasn’t right behind him like she always was.
 
Nathan had had a lot of shit luck in his life. She fervently hoped that this gift was some sort of karmic balance for all the good he’d done. But this was Haven, and she knew better. So did he. He wasn’t thinking about it yet, but there was a tempered excitement in his eyes when his stubble scraped his fingertips. Excitement moderated by the knowledge his sense could leave just as quickly as it’d come. Audrey wanted this for him – she thought almost nothing she could do would ever bring that much light into his eyes. Yet at the same time she was mentally preparing herself for the inevitable. A tiny jag of smug pleasure went through her and she bit her lip, feeling horribly guilty.
 
When that time came, as it probably would, she hoped he wouldn’t lose that glow. Again, she knew better.




 
 
Current Location: Duke
Current Mood: determineddetermined
Current Music: White Winter Hymnal - Fleet Foxes
 
 
Chloe

WARNING: this blurb contains spoilers for 2x11. If you haven't watched it by now, you're a bad Haven fan.

The kiss. It must be addressed. Now, I don't interpret this as a wholly romantic gesture - Audrey has been paying Nathan NO attention this season, and it would be weird if she just jumped him all of a sudden. The way I see it, she was overcome with gratitude and in that moment realized just how good a person Nathan really is. He's always going to have her back and they just get each other in a way no one else really does. She did the one thing that would mean as much to him as his actions meant to her. The previews for the season finale seem to suggest she's actually attracted to him, which is a welcome relief/surprise/development. I mean, I figured she was drawn to him, but his feelings have always been more explicit than hers, so it's nice to get a little acknowledgment. 

After this, I feel like their dynamic has to shift - whether she meant it romantically or not, she knows what he wants. I tried to pick songs that that reflected their subtle, close relationship unfurling into a quiet intimacy as they face what the Troubles and Haven throw at them next. I have a feeling it's only going to get worse before it gets better.

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To Be Alone With You - Sufjan Stevens

I'd swim across Lake Michigan,
I'd sell my shoes,
I'd give my body…
to be alone with you.
 
You gave your body to the lonely;
they took your clothes.
You gave up a wife and a family;
you gave your ghost.
to be alone with me.
 
I've never known a man who loved me.

Brackett, WI - Bon Iver

And here we are rebuilding roads
right by roosting towns.
It’s just like the love –
 the one that's never been enough.
 
Every summer is a hot token
to the cold, cold take of lust.
Every autumn singes
with the business of sadness.
 
So I’m counting on your fingers
‘cause you've reattached the twitch...
If you (go) want opinion,
I will die along the ditches.

Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear

Think of all the ways;
momentary phase,
just like yesterday.
I told you I would stay.
 
Would you always
(maybe sometimes)
make it easy?
Take your time.

He Lays in the Reins - Iron & Wine featuring Calexico

One more drink tonight as your gray stallion rests
where he lays in the reins,
for all of the speed and the strength he gave.
 
One more kiss tonight from some stable girl;
she’s like grace from the earth
when you’re all tuckered out and tame.
 
One more tired thing, the gray moon on the rise
when your want from the day
makes you to curse in your sleep at night.

Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou) - Sufjan Stevens

(instrumental)

Inside a Boy - My Brightest Diamond

Inside a boy I found a universe.
And in his eyes are a thousand stars
on a dark sky.
 
We are clouds, we are whispers
like fawns and shape-shifters.
Our edges can never be found out;
no, our edges keep moving further out.
 
In his arms I'm unwinding.
Under his kiss, I'm falling into love.
 
We are stars colliding…
Now we crash like lightning into love.

Erotica (Remix) - Madonna

I'll give you love, I'll hit you like a truck.
I'll teach you how to...
 
Erotic.
Put your hands all over my body.

Green Eyes - Coldplay

I come here to talk;
I hope you understand.
 
Honey, you are the sea
upon which I float.
And I came here to talk,
I think you should know.
 
You’re the one that I wanted to find.
 
I came here with a load,
and it feels so much lighter since I met you.
You should know that I could never go on without you.
 
Honey, you are a rock
upon which I stand.

Run - Air

Stay with me.
 
Stay in bed.
 
Stay like this,
on the hills
of my chest.
 
Don't wake up;
I feel strange
when you go.
 
Stop the night;
hold me tight,
holy girl.
Saltwater Queen - The Battle of Land and Sea

With a look of satin put round her face;
with the Devil peering close by on the street;

she whispers and cries in harmonies
for her saltwater king.
 
Are you my boy with demons in your sleeve?
They're trouble, placing razors and pins
underneath your feet.
 
You whisper and cry in harmonies
for your saltwater queen...

October - Eric Whitacre

(instrumental)

Scenic World - Beirut

I lie down like a tired dog
Licking his wounds in the shade.
 
When I feel alive,
I'll try to imagine a careless life;
A scenic world where the sunsets are all
breathtaking.

 
 
Current Location: Duke
Current Mood: indifferentindifferent
Current Music: The Shrine/An Argument - Fleet Foxes
 
 
Chloe
25 September 2011 @ 08:59 pm

Not twenty minutes to spare. Here is my Haven-themed Big Bang. I'm slavishly devoted. My fics were betaed by the lovely gagewhitney

lone_pyramid, so hopefully they're intelligible. 



3 fanmixes (75)
3 fics (15)
2 gifs (10)

TOTAL = 100

EIDERDOWN (Nathan/Audrey, Nathan POV)


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WE SPEAK IN THUNDER (Nathan/Audrey, post 2x11)

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GOLD HAIR & LIGHTNING (Nathan!Priest AU)

         This requires a little explanation. I had a very vague dream of Nathan holding the Eucharist over his head. Which is weird, since I'm not religious at all (at all). But this is my attempt to make sense of that one image that stuck with me upon waking.

          Nathan Wournos is a priest in sixteenth century Germany. His mother died when he was a young man; it affected him greatly, and he turned to God. When the mythical Troubles return to plague his small village of Haven, he loses the ability to feel and takes it as a sign from God to forsake the touch of women. He devotes his life to the priesthood, but over the years finds it difficult to keep faith when so much suffering surrounds him… until a mysterious, blonde woman appears and seems to be the answer to his prayers. She seems to possess a preternatural ability to help the victims of the Troubles. She’s pushy, unorthodox, and above all, he can feel her touch. Despite his best efforts, he falls hard for Audrey Parker and she for him. He loves her determination, her moxie, her heart. But others have noticed Audrey as well. Accusations of witchcraft fly, and the local reverend leads a mob to rid Haven of her insidious magic. Nathan’s protests and pleas fall on deaf ears; Audrey makes the ultimate sacrifice for the people she has come to love as her own. Her act of selflessness has lifted the blight of the Troubles from Haven. Nathan can feel once more, just when it hurts the most.  

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ABSOLUTION (Nathan/Audrey) 922 words

Houses and trees slipped by as they sped to find Jackie Clark. Nathan had, thankfully, stopped talking and the Bronco descended into blissful silence. Audrey’s eyes tracked mailboxes, snapping to the next one every few seconds as the defensive knot in her stomach slowly eased. The motion was almost hypnotizing.
 
The thought flashed, sudden and unbidden. Like a bolt of lightning, it darted from the ether to conscious thought with great force. It was gone as soon as it came, but still left her blinking against the jagged trails of truth it had burned into her vision.
 
She was just a bit jealous.
 
Not jilted lover jealous, but on a scale from the-person-in-front-of-you-just-bought-Rosemary’s-last-cupcake to betrayed-husband-ready-to-pull-a-gun, she was further toward the middle than she’d care to admit.
 
For the first time in years, Nathan could feel. The change was so apparent, even given his subtle moods. He’d always been sedate, watchful, and just a little bit elegant.  Like an old circus tiger pacing his gaily painted wagon cage. His motions were the same thing, over and over within the confines of his town. He’d gone through these actions for so long his movements were perfect – not too little, just enough – and he executed them with practiced ease; one side to the other, gazing steady and baleful thought the bars. But when he was still, when only his eyes flickered to track her movements, Audrey could catch a glimpse of the intelligence and dulled magnificence beneath. As much as she wanted to break open the door and let him run, it wasn’t within her power. The most she could do was hold those eyes and try to make him understand that she knew he was meant to be a creature of the sun, the plains, the hot dust. And now he, all of a sudden free, sat nobly at her side. An animal with an easy sort of latent power, loyal to her because she’d shown him kindness.
 
But this meant other people could reach out and touch him, if he would let them. The thought made Audrey grind her teeth, just a little bit.
 
To further complicate matters, she felt immense joy. His eyes were so alive now, holding the wild, exultant abandon of an animal freed from captivity. He smiled more readily, laughed more easily, and fiddled with EVERYTHING. Of course she sympathized. But when she’d caught him rolling a small hank of her hair between his fingers as he stood behind her left shoulder, it took a large portion of her control not to bark. The closest she could come to pinning down her feelings was a sense of dismay. She was upset that he chose then, after he had regained his sense of feeling, to touch her.
 
Audrey absolutely understood that he had been hesitant to touch her before, fearful of indicating she had any sort of obligation. It was unnecessary yet welcome – she’d spent most of her childhood unable to make choices for herself. But then, before, it was their thing. She doled out little touches and he sometimes snuck them when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. It was far too soon to make any sort of concrete statement, but she supposed they were flirting, just a little bit. And while she was breathless with elation for him, their dynamic had shifted. It wasn’t just them, the outsiders, against the world anymore. He felt more human, acted more human, and connected with these people he’d known all his life in a way she could only envy.
 
She didn’t really know what to make of that look in his eyes as he talked about her kiss (she’d felt the hitch in his breath as he barely avoided stumbling over that word. It made throat feel thick). Whatever it was, it was for damn sure it toed the line between them. Nathan wasn’t just feeling physically. In his stilted, socially maladjusted manner (a language in which she was all too fluent), he was trying to open up to her emotionally. Her chest felt tight, in a good way, at the thought. A breath out became a sigh and she felt his eyes flick to her briefly. The guy sure knew how to pick a time.
 
Honestly, really, Audrey couldn’t be happier for him. Mostly. But as he slipped out of his cage to reenter mainstream humanity, she was left sitting in the open door, swinging her legs over the edge. It wasn’t really a place she’d ever quite belonged. The only thing she could do was watch his back and hope he’d turn around, realize she wasn’t right behind him like she always was.
 
Nathan had had a lot of shit luck in his life. She fervently hoped that this gift was some sort of karmic balance for all the good he’d done. But this was Haven, and she knew better. So did he. He wasn’t thinking about it yet, but there was a tempered excitement in his eyes when his stubble scraped his fingertips. Excitement moderated by the knowledge his sense could leave just as quickly as it’d come. Audrey wanted this for him – she thought almost nothing she could do would ever bring that much light into his eyes. Yet at the same time she was mentally preparing herself for the inevitable. A tiny jag of smug pleasure went through her and she bit her lip, feeling horribly guilty.
 
When that time came, as it probably would, she hoped he wouldn’t lose that glow. Again, she knew better.



EPSOM SALT (Nathan) 536 words

After the death of his father, Nathan’s childhood home felt different.
 
 
The first time he’d noticed such a change was the summer after his first year in college. The solid, wood clapboard colonial could fit inside his political science lecture hall at least twice. Spending so much time around buildings of stone or brick had made his family home seem almost primitive. The realization that his existence until then was so relatively small had been a sobering one.    It had only given him one more reason to visit home as little as possible. The only motivation he’d had to come at all was the fact that it was filled with artifacts of his childhood, and by extension, his mother.
 
 
 Now, for the first time in years, he ambled over the slate stones leading to the front door.  All these years later, Mom’s pride and joy – large, fluffy bushes of hydrangea – still bordered the path. In his memory, vases of cut blooms stood on tables, on counters, and always on her dresser. Sometimes she mixed them with the best of her white peonies, but they were always there.
 
Lazily, he approached the nearest bush and cupped a spherical cluster of flowers with reverence. They were, and had always been, that unmistakable Cape Cod blue. Vibrant, almost a primary of pastels with just a touch of violet. The ground in Haven was uniformly acidic, so close to the ocean. But one year, Mom had gotten it into her head that she wanted to try for pink flowers. The trick, she’d said, was to make the soil more alkaline. Vera had explained the science of changing a hydrangea’s color as she packed Epsom salts around the plants' roots. Nathan had sat Indian style, half understanding (his love for her and her musical voice making up for the rest), cradling a toy spade in his lap. Despite the fact that the plants had never borne pink blossoms, he’d always remembered it as a good day.
 
Vera, like all residents of this place, should have known better than to fight nature. In a port town, you quickly learned to appreciate the alternate beauty and cruelty of the sea. But earth and flesh could be just as heartless and unforgiving. He’d lost her as sure as the land lost ground to the incoming tide. Nature took what she took.
 
With a sigh, Nathan allowed the Vermeer flowers to droop toward the stone path. They were doing well, and he thought they added a quaint touch that would come in handy once he was ready to sell. Most of the memories he’d made in this house were with the Chief – awkward, stilted, full of rejection and more than a little hurt. Nevertheless, he felt a twinge at the idea. He knew it wouldn’t be feasible to live here himself. It was far too large for one person, though he suspected the Chief had stayed for the same reason he was reluctant to let it go.
 
Gently rubbing a chalky blue petal between his fingers, Nathan decided to consult Laverne.  She’d always had a green thumb. Maybe a few of these plants would stand a better chance for pink blooms in his own garden.





FORWARD MOMENTUM (Garland/Lucy) 642 words

At first, she was just a godsend (though that really was a disservice, because Lucy Ripley was never just anything). In the beginning, when she had poked around crime scenes making startlingly acute observations, he let her. His chief didn’t believe him at the time that the Troubles were slowly returning; Garland suspected it was more because he didn’t want to. Lucy, though… Lucy knew, just like he did in his bones. Thirty years and countless long nights ago he was a scared boy who'd found himself holding sandcastles together against the battering waves by sheer force of will. It was a feeling he could never forget, and it was settling in again, tingling and jabbing all the way. It left him breathless, frightened, and more than a little exhilarated.
 
But this time he had her. 
 
Her, with her soft, mousy brown hair and tender beryl eyes. It wasn’t enough that she helped others with their… afflictions. She was his lightning rod, drawing his scattered energy to a fixed point. More than anyone else she understood what it was like to have a part of oneself over which one had little power. Her hands were so soft between his when he began to lose control. For something so small, they held an incredible amount of gravity.
 
“Hey,” she began, knocking gently on the doorframe. He looked up from a file to find the object of his thoughts before him, unassuming in a thin, rose cotton dress. Damn, that woman was quiet.
 
“Hey.” Closing the folder, he sat up straighter and placed it on top of the pile he’d been working on all afternoon.

She shook her bangs out of her face. “I thought you might want to grab some dinner,” she continued, hip tipped into the jamb. She held a lock of hair in front of her with both hands, fingers fidgeting and running over the last few inches. Bangles around her delicate wrists jingled as he waited for her to continue. Others described her as calm and composed, but hours of (quite willing) observation told Garland that she was anything but. Always thinking and moving. “I have some theories on the McClendon case I thought you might want to hear.”
 
Getting up, he dusted off his pants. Lately he’d found himself more self-conscious around her. Which was ridiculous. They were partners, of a sort. Closest thing he had since the chameleon. “Sounds good. What do you feel like?” he asked, moving to the hat-stand to retrieve his jacket. Autumn was swift on the heels of summer.
 
“Have you ever tried Vietnamese food? I heard there’s a new take-out place in Camden. We can call it in and it’ll be ready by the time we get there.”
 
He fought to keep a straight face – she always had him trying new things, pushing his boundaries and his buttons. That was Lucy. Another word others used for her was kind, but he knew the truth. Under the sweet, shy façade lurked a wickedly pushy companion. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
 
“All right.” He shrugged into his khaki jacket. When she didn’t immediately reply, he glanced up. The look she cast his way told him he clearly hadn’t done a good enough job hiding his thoughts. A few moments passed and all he could do was give his best impression of a deer in headlights. Another beat and she grinned broadly, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “Come on, you stick-in-the-mud, let’s go.”
 
Unable to hold back a grin of his own, he allowed his palm to hover over the small of her back. He knew he was treading on thin ice. Every touch threatened to melt the weak crust and dump him into the water below. Intellectually, he knew it’d be cold as hell. But some things were just inevitable.


NATHAN IS ALIVE (2x06) These are literally my first two attempts at .gifs. Please don't laugh too hard.

THE KISS (2x11)



 
 
Current Location: Duke
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear
 
 
Chloe
        So this whole endeavor was borne of a vague dream where I saw Nathan Wournos holding the Eucharist over this head. Which is strange, since I'm not relgious at all (at ALL). But it was summer, and I got to laze around in bed a bit and I started wondering about how that image could make sense. Thus, this extreme AU. I began pautting songs into a playlist as a storyline coalesced in my head (thought I STILL don't know what to do with Duke - suggestions welcome!). I intended all summer to write for it, but it just hasn't happened yet. Once school and LSAT calm down, I'd like to revisit it in written form. But here it is in all its crazy glory. It's a little instrumental-heavy, but I'm okay with it since a lot of songs just wouldn't sound right for something set in this time period. It's called "classic(al)" music for a reason.

       Nathan Wournos is a priest in sixteenth century Germany. His mother died when he was a young man; it affected him greatly, and he turned to God. When the mythical Troubles return to plague his small village of Haven, he loses the ability to feel and takes it as a sign from God to forsake the touch of women. He devotes his life to the priesthood, but over the years finds it difficult to keep faith when so much suffering surrounds him… until a mysterious, blonde woman appears and seems to be the answer to his prayers. She seems to possess a preternatural ability to help the victims of the Troubles. She’s pushy, unorthodox, and above all, he can feel her touch. Despite his best efforts, he falls hard for Audrey Parker and she for him. He loves her determination, her moxie, her heart. But others have noticed Audrey as well. Accusations of witchcraft fly, and the local reverend leads a mob to rid Haven of her insidious magic. Nathan’s protests and pleas fall on deaf ears; Audrey is prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice for the people she has come to love as her own. Nathan watches helplessly as she's torn from this world and takes the Troubles with her. The town finds it difficult to rejoice, and Nathan regains his ability to feel just when it hurts the most.



 

     +.zip 17 tracks & art here     


Thunderbrew - David Arkenstone & Jason Hayes
 
    instrumental    
 



Maid with the Flaxen Hair - Richard Stoltzman/Slovak Radio Symphony Orchestra

  instrumental
 


 
The Fire - Imogen Heap

instrumental


Runaway Horses (Poetry Written With A Splash Of Blood) - Philip Glass

instrumental



Amy's Theme - Murray Gold

instrumental



Fly - Ludovico Einaudi

instrumental



Run - Air

 Stay with me.
 
Stay in bed.
 
Stay like this,
on the hills
of my chest.
 
Don't wake up;
I feel strange
when you go.
 
Stop the night;
hold me tight,
holy girl.

 


The Sweetheart of the Sun - Choral Arts Ensemble

  She stood breast-high amid the corn; golden light,
clasp’d by the golden light of morn
like the sweetheart of the sun.
 
Round her eyes her tresses fell,
but long lashes veil’d a light
that had else been all too bright.
 
Thus she stood amid the stooks,
praising God with sweetest looks:
 
Sure, I said, Heav’n did not mean
where I reap, thou shouldst but glean.
Lay thy sheaf adown and come;
share my harvest and my home.




 
The Lightning Strike (What If the Storm Ends?) - Snow Patrol
 
 What if this storm ends
and I don't see you
as you are now ever again?
 
The perfect halo
of gold hair and lightning
sets you off against the planet's last dance.
 
Just for a minute, 
the silver forked sky
lit you up like a star that I will follow.
 
Now it's found us,
like I have found you.
I don't want to run,
just overwhelm me.
 
What if this storm ends
and leaves us nothing
except a memory,
a distant echo?
 
I want pinned down,
I want unsettled.
 
I want to see you
as you are now,
every single day that I am living.
 
Be the lightning in me that strikes relentless.
 
 


The Last Snowfall - Vienna Teng

 If this were the last slow curling
of your fingers in my palm,
if this were the last I felt you breathing,
how would I carry on?
 
This is not the last snowfall,
not our last embrace.
But if I were that kind of grateful
what would I try to say?

  


    
Seasons of War - Jason Hayes
 
instrumental 



Death Scene - Craig Armstrong

instrumental



Kobol's Last Gleaming - Bear McCreary

Omnia illa et ante fiebant,
omnia illa et rursus fient.

All of this has happened before,
And all of this will happen again.


Death of Toshiko - Ben Foster and Murray Gold

instrumental



Orchids - Sarah Fimm
   
We share a light.
 
But I long to love you like flowers do,
just to feel your sweet perfume.
I want you.
 
Will we never get to be?
 
The seeds lie, unaltered.
But on some planet, on some other moon
we bloom still.
I love you.
  


 
Like a Song - Lenka
 
       Time, make it go faster;
or just rewind to back when
I'm wrapped in your arms
 
You left a light on inside me,
my love.
 
I can remember the way that it felt
to be holding on to you.
 
I can't forget you when you're gone;
you're like a song
that goes around in my head.
And how I regret…




Requiem in D Minor (Lacrimosa) - Mozart

Lacrimosa dies illa,
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus:
Pie Jesu Domine:
Dona eis requiem. Amen.
 
That day is one of weeping,
on which shall rise again from the ashes
the guilty man, to be judged.
Therefore spare this one, O God,
merciful Lord Jesus:
Give them rest. Amen.


       Some notes, for fun:

Yes, there are some I marked instrumental that do have words. I don't have the lyrics; if you can find them, I'd be happy to put them up!

Most of these are from some dorky hobby of mine or other. We've got one from Doctor Who, one from Torchwood, on from BSG (which I actually don't watch. Imagine that, something I don't watch. I think I don't just so I can say there's something scifi related to which I'm not addicted), two from World of Warcraft, and two that I've sung with Duke Chorale because I'm a choral music geekwad.

"Maid with the Flaxen Hair" comes standard with the download of the iTunes programs these days. Pretty sure I'm 1) the first person to listen to it, and 2) the first person to find a use for it.

 
 
Current Location: Duke
Current Mood: draineddrained
Current Music: Dear Miami - Roisin Murphy
 
 
 
Chloe
28 August 2011 @ 07:45 pm

  My love for Haven knows no bounds. Cannot...contain.

This is intended to be from Nathan's point of view. It loosely follows their relationship, progressing into what might be him losing Audrey to whatever fate befell Lucy Ripley. The last song is sweet, but really doesn't fit into the mix as a whole - thus, a bonus! It's sort of silly, but I like it. This mix was made pre-2x11. Not that that really makes a difference, but I do feel like their relationship and dynamic has shifted a bit. So this is more general canon and vague extrapolation. Lots of outwardly unrequited feelings for Nathan.

+ .zip and art here

Recessional - Vienna Teng

    I never thought I would find her here:
flannel and satin, my four walls transformed.
But she's looking at me, straight to center,
no room at all for any other thought.
There's a reason I don't want this but I forgot.
 
She sleeps on my shoulder,
hair falling forward, mouth all askew.
She dreams through the noise, her weight against me,
face pressed into the corduroy grooves.
maybe it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move.
 
and the words: they're everything and nothing.
I want to search for her in the offhand remarks.

well anyway, she says, I'll see you around...

    

My Body Is a Cage - Peter Gabriel

It's a hollow play,
but they'll clap anyway.
 
You're standing next to me.
 
I'm living in an age
whose name I don't know.
Though the fear keeps me moving,
still my heart beats so slow.
 
My body is a cage
that keeps me from dancing with the one I love,
but my mind holds the key.
 
Set my spirit free.
Set my body free.




Something to Live for - Yann Tiersen & Shannon Wright

Warm like the sun,
you give me your hand
and say come in.
Take a breath,
a funny face.
You say come in.
All has changed from here;
I welcome it in.
All has changed.
 
I've found someone to live for.
 
No, I can't believe
what I've seen.
No, I just can't believe.



I Get By - Honest Bob & the Factory-to-Dealer-Incentives

          And every time I see your face I want to touch it,
and I know I'll never touch it.
 
I said that I was fine, I lied.
But I can stick around and see you smile from the side.
 
And every time I see your neck I want to kiss it,
and I know I'll never kiss it,
I get by.
 
I've been in my head too long
 
Everybody tells me that I'm fine.
Everybody tells me not to mind

but I don’t believe them.

          


If I Had a Heart - Fever Ray

                  This will never end
‘cause I want more.
 
If I had a heart I could love you.
If I had a voice I would sing.
After the night when I wake up,
I’ll see what tomorrow brings.
 
Crushed and filled with all I found underneath and inside
just to come around.
More, give me more.

                   

  Inertia Creeps - Massive Attack

         Recollect me, darling, raise me to your lips.
Two undernourished egos, four rotating hips.
Hold on to me tightly, I'm a sliding scale;
Can't endure, then you can inhale.
Clearly,
out of body experience interferes.
And dreams of flying; I fit nearly.
Surrounds me though I get lonely.
Slowly.
 
Inertia creeps.
She comes,
moving up slowly.
 
Been here before.
Been here forever.
 
There be no sound in my eiderdown.
Awake I lie in the morning's blue.
Room is still,
nylon burns the bedspread with two.
Gravity's zero, see me stall.
It can be sweet, though incomplete, though.
And the frames will freeze .

          


He Lays in the Reins - Iron & Wine (featuring Calexico)

 One more drink tonight as your gray stallion rests
where he lays in the reins,
for all of the speed and the strength he gave.
 
One more kiss tonight from some stable girl;
she’s like grace from the earth
when you’re all tuckered out and tame.
 
One more tired thing, the gray moon on the rise
when your want from the day
makes you to curse in your sleep at night.

 

 The Lightning Strike (What If The Storm Ends?) - Snow Patrol
 
What if this storm ends
and I don't see you
as you are now ever again?
 
The perfect halo
of gold hair and lightning
sets you off against the planet's last dance.
 
Just for a minute, 
the silver forked sky
lit you up like a star that I will follow.
 
Now it's found us,
like I have found you.
I don't want to run,
just overwhelm me.
 
What if this storm ends
and leaves us nothing
except a memory,
a distant echo?
 
I want pinned down,
I want unsettled.
 
I want to see you
as you are now,
every single day that I am living.
 
Be the lightning in me that strikes relentless. 


 

Play Crack the Sky - Brand New

They call 'em rogues. They travel fast and alone.
One hundred foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong.
What they call love is a risk,
'cause you will always get hit out of nowhere by some wave
and end up on your own.
 
The hole in the hull defied
the crew’s attempts to bail us out
and flooded the engines and radio.
 
Your tongue is a rudder;
it steers the whole ship.
Sends your words past your lips,
or keeps them safe behind your teeth.
 
The vessel groans,
the ocean pressures its frame.
To the port I see the lighthouse
through the sleet and the rain.
I wish for one more day to
give my love and repay debts,
but the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west.
 
The water's so cold,
{we} won't have to fight for long.
 
(This is the end.)
This story's old, but it goes on and on until we disappear.
(This is the calm.)
Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath.

 (After the storm.)
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean.
(Rest in the sea.)
I know that this is what you want; a funeral keeps both of us apart.
(Washed up on the beach.)
You know that you are not alone, I need you like water in my lungs.
 
This is the end.


 October - Eric Whitacre

instrumental 




Water Night - Eric Whitacre

Night, with the eyes of a horse that trembles,
is in your eyes of a secret water.
 
Eyes of shadow-water,
eyes of well-water,
eyes of dream-water.
 
Silence and solitude,
two little animals moon-led,
drink in your eyes,
drink in those waters.

 
Night brings its wetness to beaches in your soul.


 Trouble (bonus) - NeverShoutNever!

I'm in trouble,

I'm an addict,
I'm addicted to this girl.
She's got my heart tied in a knot,
and my stomach in a whirl.
 
But even worse,
I can't stop calling her;
she's all I want and more.
I mean damn,
what's not to adore?
 
Because she's so
out of my league
Is she out of my league?
Let's hope not.  


 
 
Current Location: Duke
Current Mood: distresseddistressed
Current Music: He Lays in the Reins - Iron & Wine (featuring Calexico)
 
 
Chloe
11 August 2011 @ 08:32 pm
Batch of "Keep Calm and ___" poster parodies. I couldn't decide which Haven one I liked more, so I made both. I'm not sure how I feel about that weather vane, but no other object epitomizes Haven. I could have made like fifty of these, they're pretty fun. :D




 

 

 
 
Current Location: Home
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: Ritornare - Ludovico Einaudi
 
 
Chloe
Title: Professional Aptitude
Fandom: Haven
Pairing: None, necessarily.
Rating: PG-13 (T)
Disclaimer: There'd be plenty of things that would be different if I owned Haven, despite its near perfection.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: No respect. Drabble. Part of a nine-part series of one-shots for a scifiland challenge. They're unrelated drabbles, but written and published as a group. Prompt: BAMF. (619 words)


          City-slickers never understood how this sort of thing could happen, but a small-town New England cop could see it easily. Around these parts, most folks had guns, plain and simple. Hunting was a popular pastime, as was the shooting range over in Tarker’s Mill. But really, the most popular reason for having firearms began with a capital ‘T’ and ended with ‘roubles’. Even though most of the time people didn’t want to acknowledge the strange, unfortunate occurrences in town, they made this concession despite the fact it was probably the one thing that would do nothing to keep them safe. But it made them feel safer and he understood the need. So long as they owned them legally, firearms weren’t much of an issue.

          Usually. Of course, every statistic has examples that prove it wrong, and this particular example went by the name of Davis Bruce.

          The station got a call around ten of ten saying that Davis had walked into Rosemary’s brandishing his pistol. Typical Monday morning. They hadn’t had time to talk to Bruce yet, since at the moment he was currently still waving his handgun around with a slightly wild look in his eyes, but something about this reeked of the Troubles to Nathan. First, the gun.

          “Davis, it’s me, Nathan Wournos,” he opened, only to have the barrel now pointed at him. He responded by putting his hands up in the air. “Why don’t you put down the gun, and we can talk”.

          “Enough talking!” the man cried, one hand going to his thinning brown hair. The muzzle of the gun flagged as he continued. “I have to do this,” he pled, eyes beseeching, “Don’t you understand?” He looked sad and brought the gun back up.

          “Mr. Bruce,” the high alto of his partner warned from over his shoulder. “I’m going to have to ask you to put down the weapon”.

          “Who asked you, Fed?” he catcalled. His gaze shifted to her. “You don’t understand. You outsiders never can”. The barrel of his gun shifted to her as well. “Good for nothing, that’s what you are”.

          “Davis,” he cautioned, “she’s an officer with Haven PD and deserves the same respect any member of this town does.” There was little doubt he’d said the wrong thing as Bruce swung the pistol back toward him, anger evident.

          “No! She’s—"

          BANG

          The assembled crowd gasped. The next thing he knew, Bruce was on the ground, cradling his hand and in obvious pain. The gun skittered to a stop at Nathan’s feet. He looked over his shoulder to where Parker, tiny Audrey Parker, stood with a fierce look on her face, the barrel of her gun still smoking.

          She’d shot the damn thing right out of his hand. He felt immensely proud.

          Another deputy had gone to cuff Bruce while making sure he was going to be okay. Applause began to ring out, bouncing loudly off the linoleum floor. When she realized the danger was over, she lowered her gun and blushed, self-effacing. People came up to her and patted her on the back as she made her way toward him. He didn’t say anything, and they walked out into the afternoon sun together where they scuffed to a stop near his truck. After a moment of silence, he began.

          “That was—“ he began. She cut him off.

          “Hot, I know,” she teased, pushing a tendril of hair from her face. He chuckled and responded with a grin.

          “I was going for ‘impressive’, but ‘hot’ works too. I guess the FBI does have some moves”. She slapped him lightly on the chest, then brushed off her blouse.

          “That’ll teach him some respect,” she muttered. “‘Outsider’ my ass”.
 
 
 
 
 
Current Location: Home
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: Harbor - Vienna Teng
 
 
Chloe
Title: Like Parched Dirt Absorbing Rain
Fandom: Haven
Pairing: Nathan/Audrey
Rating: R (M)
Disclaimer: There'd be plenty of things that would be different if I owned Haven, despite its near perfection.
Spoilers: None, really, though you probably should have seen "Ain't No Sunshine" so it doesn't seem like I'm making a big mistake haha.
Summary: He couldn't even remember why he shouldn't want this. A respite from reality. Drabble. Part of a nine-part series of one-shots for a scifiland  challenge. They're unrelated drabbles, but written and published as a group. Prompt: LIFE. (662 words)


          “Parker, what are you doing?” He knew nervousness (and probably arousal) was written all over his face, but she didn’t pay it any mind.

          “Testing a theory,” she replied calmly with downcast eyes, tracing his pecs (he was shirtless, when did that happen?) with the tip of her finger. Shots of electricity followed her digit along his chest and he was finding it difficult to breathe. Calm was the last thing on his mind.

          “Um, wha–” was as far he got. The small woman gave him a gentle push backwards and somehow they were on his bed and her lips were attached to his throat. It took all his strength to bite back a groan as her tongue flicked, rasping against some stubble he’d missed this morning (easy when you couldn’t feel it). Her warm, scantily clad body was lying half on him, a leg hooked over his, a hand resting lightly on his chest but somehow still exerting enough hot, heavy pressure to complicate his air supply. He took a shallow breath and opened his mouth to say something, only to be silenced preemptively by her fiery finger on his lips. Seconds later, she replaced it with her own explosive lips and Nathan saw stars.

          His hand fluttered to her side in a half-hearted attempt to push her away. At that moment she slipped him some tongue and he was gone. His hand twisted itself in her thin cotton shirt, feeling her heat leech through. A fingernail scraped down the middle of his chest leaving dry sparks in its wake. Down being the operative word. When his hormone-addled brain realized her intention, he jumped, catching her face in both of his long hands. “I told you,” she answered his unspoken question, looking down coyly. “I’m conducting a little experiment”. She snatched his eyes with hers. Then she smirked, and that damned fingernail grazed under his chin. “Relax”. Impossible.

          No matter that he still had her head captured between his palms. Maintaining eye-contact, she simply began laying searing kisses down toward her goal. He could only take her smoldering gaze for a few seconds before his head tipped back in defeat and he fisted his hands in her hair. He couldn’t even remember why he shouldn’t want this.

          Fingers that were more deft than he could have imagined toyed with the waistband of his boxers (he’d lost his pants too, apparently) and slid them down tantalizingly slow. By this time she’d shimmied down his body so that he could now feel her moist, hot breath across his abdomen. This time he did groan. It turned into a full-fledged moan as her hand grasped him through the folds of his thin clothing. He risked a glance down at her and was greeted by icy orbs than somehow only made him feel hotter. She looked up at him from under her lashes as she bit her lip. Taking a small breath, she opened her mouth but never said anything. Instead, she lowered it to his flesh, licking—

          Vggggggg. Legs akimbo, Nathan fumbled for the cell phone vibrating gratingly on his side-table, sliding off the bed in the process. And now it was on the floor, out of arms reach. He took a second to lean against the box spring, scrubbing a hand over his face. Breathing still heavy, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto his mattress. That was one way to wake up. The phone had stopped buzzing, and he hauled himself up to retrieve it.

          Of course. PARKER was the name scrolling across his screen and he knew if he looked in a mirror he’d see a flush. Wasn’t that just perfect? He flipped the phone open and hit the redial button, checking his breathing as he waited. Her voice was way too cheery for, what was it - 5:49 AM, he decided. If he’d only had a few more minutes… Welcome back to real life, he thought wryly.


 
 
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Chloe
Title: Gilded Pines and Candy Floss Sky
Fandom: Haven
Pairing: Written with Nathan/Audrey in mind, but not really.
Rating: G (K)
Disclaimer: There'd be plenty of things that would be different if I owned Haven, despite its near perfection.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Brown suede and peach light. Drabble. Part of a nine-part series of one-shots for a scifiland challenge. They're unrelated drabbles, but written and published as a group. Prompt: APART. (570 words)


          At 4:47 AM, Nathan Wournos was the only one on the road. The pines of the Maine countryside slipped by peacefully, glowing with the early morning fairy light of blues and violets. He was on his way to Bangor, taking some low-priority evidence out to settle a zoning dispute involving felled trees and fences. Pretty boring case and pretty boring work, but it had to get there somehow. Usually he got Lyle Grant to drive them out, since he had a sister in the city, but the man was sick and Connie Lucchese was on maternity leave for the next three months. It was probably work beneath a police chief, but he was grateful for the quiet time in the early hours just to decompress. When you were responsible for an entire town, it was difficult to get any rest anywhere but outside it. Even then, you were always worried about what was happening when you weren’t there. He’d figured this out in the past half hour and change, as this was the first time he’d gone outside Haven in probably months, but most definitely since he’d taken his position. As much as it had pained him, that was why he’d left Audrey behind. He couldn’t very well have asked her to do this menial chore (well, he could have, but that wasn’t his style), and it by no means required two officers. So he’d left his trusted deputy (he snickered a bit at the idea of Parker in a Stetson) behind to man the fort. He had the utmost confidence in her, but was still reluctant to go. He figured this is what it must feel like to leave your child home with a babysitter for the first time, no matter how highly recommended they’d come.

          Truly, his car felt empty without the quick blonde. He even spared a glance at the passenger seat and felt a knock in his chest when his eyes confirmed what his brain already knew. Just light brown suede cut by swaths of peach light. It was the first time he’d left Haven since becoming chief, but it was also the first time since Audrey had blown into his life. The first time they’d really spent any sort of serious time apart, actually. Not that they had any sort of claim on each other, but aside from being partners, they were friends. And when you only had one, you were pretty much best friends by default. Last night, before parting ways, he’d told her of his plans to leave early in the morning. He wanted to be back ASAP to deal with any more bullheadedness from the two parties involved in the property quarrel (he didn’t see what the big deal was if it was just a copse of trees, but he supposed it made a difference when you paid taxes on those trees). She’d scoffed at his concern as being unnecessary, telling him she could handle a couple of hot-heads, but that still hadn’t changed the fact that he needed to go. Alarm set for four, he’d woken up to gray light filtering in through his blinds and his phone buzzing off the night-table. He flipped it open to see a text from Parker “i’ll handle the alamo, you just find the hand that fits the glove”. And even in this early morning respite, all he could think about was driving south again.

 
 
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Chloe
Title: Victories (Modest and Maritime)
Fandom: Haven
Pairing: Nathan/Audrey
Rating: G (K)
Disclaimer: There'd be plenty of things that would be different if I owned Haven, despite its near perfection.
Spoilers: I suppose if you haven't seen "Ain't No Sunshine", you might be surprised.
Summary: Aunt Norma's baked sea scallops. Drabble. Part of a nine-part series of one-shots for a scifiland challenge. They're unrelated drabbles, but written and published as a group. Prompt: YOUR CHOICE. (636 words)

       
          For some reason, he had been nervous. Honest-to-God nervous. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t had Parker over for dinner - they did it often enough, eating together while working on a case. Most of the time it was lunch or take-out, but they’d both prepared meals for each other in their kitchens (usually his, even when she was cooking).

          What was different was that it was the first time since he realized he could feel her.

          He hadn’t had any plans to tell her tonight (though the voice in his head kept reminding him that he really had to), so why was he feeling trepidation? Settling down across her at the wide cherry table, he could see some of what he was feeling playing on her face. Except he did know why she was feeling that way, probably even a little nauseated. She had made the mistake of telling him that she didn’t really like shellfish. He’d responded by telling her that was absolutely preposterous for a resident of Maine and that he’d make her a dish he promised she would love. Right now, she looked about ready to bolt. Of course he’d made some chicken just in case she really didn’t like it, but he was nearly positive she would change her mind after taking one bite.

          It wasn’t that he was that confident in his cooking abilities, he was just that confident in his Aunt Norma’s recipe for baked scallops. It wasn’t just good, it was secret-until-she-died-and-willed-a-copy-to-all-her-family good.

          “What is it?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

          “Just try it”. She gave him a look that said she wasn’t taking any of his crap. He was better than that, and wasn’t above playing games. She brought out the childish side in him. “Take a bite and I’ll tell you”.

          She shot another look at him, but picked up her fork. For a moment, she seemed to reconsider and put it down. Opening his mouth, Nathan was prepared to cajole her, but she downed half her glass of white wine and picked the fork back up before sound made it past his lips. She, rather viciously, speared a scallop and all but glared at him as she shoved it all into her mouth. She chewed defiantly, never breaking eye-contact. He simply raised his brows and waited.

          For some reason, he really wanted her to like it, even though she’d unequivocally stated that she would not. There were those nerves again. He supposed that he was just nervous in general around her, hoping that he wouldn’t slip up and have her figure out his secret before he was prepared to tell her. He knew that was only part of it.

          He needn’t have feared. The exact moment she realized her mouth was filled with delight was visible, as her own eyebrows rose to match his. Slowly, she nodded as she finished chewing the morsel and her gaze slipped down to her plate. There was silence as she swallowed, and when she looked up, she was a bit sheepish. He simply looked at her until she was ready to admit defeat.

          “Where did you learn to cook like that?” she asked finally, then added, “Not that your cooking isn’t always delicious, just...for me to even get down a clam...”

          “Scallop,” he corrected. She looked like she didn’t know what the difference was, and he didn’t bother. “When you lose a sense, you try to compensate,” he summarized. “Plus, I have a very talented dead relative”.

          She was already working on another mouthful. “This is absolutely heavenly,” she said around lemony bread-crumbs and parsley. Nathan smirked.

          “You won’t thank me later, though”. She lifted a brow at his cryptic statement. He continued. “Never order them in a restaurant again. You’ve been ruined for life, I promise you”.
 
 
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Chloe
28 July 2011 @ 10:52 pm
Title: Transposition
Fandom: Haven
Pairing: Nathan/Audrey
Rating: G (K)
Disclaimer: There'd be plenty of things that would be different if I owned Haven, despite its near perfection.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: A place without snow was a place without wonder. Drabble. Part of a nine-part series of one-shots for a scifiland challenge. They're unrelated drabbles, but written and published as a group. Prompt: INSPIRATION. (1364 words)


          Maine didn’t get many tourists middle of December, so it was a treat to see the look on their faces when they realized just what they’d signed up for. Nathan had grown up measuring snow drifts by feet and yards, but he knew that a lot of places could only measure in inch. Singular. Personally, he liked he snow. Sure, it made roads a little treacherous, but everyone driving them knew how to handle it. If they didn’t, they stayed home. The harsh winters of New England made him feel as though he deserved the spring. And if he was honest, he thought it was kind of... pretty. Like the world had been frosted. He had fond memories of his mother, who would help him make a snowman after every squall. But today he was standing in the snow with another woman, and she was utterly enthralled.

          Coming from, well, anywhere south of Connecticut, she’d never seen this much snow in her entire life. He’d gone to pick her up this morning, his old pickup chugging up the slow, encrusted slope to the inn. When his truck had leveled out over the peak, he was greeted with a dumbfounded Parker standing on the porch.She was still wrapped in her light blue tartan bathrobe, holding out a hand from under her shelter to catch the slow-moving flakes. Audrey had been in Haven for a few months, but last night was the first big storm since she’d come. It was easy not to notice just how high the slowly accumulating snow was until a storm-full was deposited on top of you. She’d spluttered when the tally had reached twenty inches for the month so far, but there was just nothing like another eight feel (pshaw, only eight feet, he’d thought) dumped into your lap.

          The sound of his tires crunching the snow seemed to break her from her reverie. When she realized it was him, he saw her glance quickly at her wrist, only to find that she wasn’t wearing her watch. She looked a little embarrassed. crossing her arms against the cold as he alighted from his truck.

          “Howdy, there, pardner,” he drawled with a grin that he knew said gotcha. “You coming in today?” he asked, for the first time realizing that she could be feeling under the weather (no pun intended).

          Looking down, she scuffed a slipper into the deck. “Yeah,” she replied, not looking up and sounding what he thought was rather sheepish. “I just woke up this morning, looked out the window, and...” she trailed of, gesturing around her to the crystal landscape. “I mean, I knew it was going to snow, but this is like a blizzard”.

          That made Nathan chuckle. “Oh, no. You’ll know when it’s a blizzard,” he returned with a grin. Her eyes grew wide as she shook her head and muttered something like ‘and I decided to stay...?’. She hitched a thumb toward the door.

          “I’m sorry, give me five minutes and we can go”. She edged toward the door. “Come on in, it’s pretty chilly out there.” Fine by him, he wasn’t in a hurry. The snow made it difficult to commit crimes anyway.

          He trudged up the short set of stairs and caught the door as it swung behind her. Inside was a cheery sitting room he’d sat in on occasion, and today he chose the sage green armchair as Audrey disappeared to change. His fingers drummed on his knee out of habit, and he tried to decide how he felt about the faded yellow curtains with little pink flowers hanging along the windows looking out on the porch. People said women took a long time to get ready (granted, he’d never lived with one other than his mother), but they’d obviously never met Audrey Parker. He’d been lucky, he supposed - Jess had always been low-maintenance too.

          Too? Was he comparing Parker to Jess now? Whoa boy. As he backed off those strange thoughts, he felt a little pang thinking about the woman who’d opened him up more than he ever had been since the reemergence of his condition. Other than Parker.

          Damn, there he went again.

          He wondered what Jess was up to. If he was completely honest with himself, he had known they wouldn’t work out - he didn’t think he could be with anyone until the Troubles departed again, hopefully taking his affliction with them. Who knew how long that would be? He wasn’t holding his breath. Be he was eternally grateful for the mysterious woman’s patience and kindness. And just because he couldn’t feel her curves under his hands didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate them. Most of all, he’d had fun with Jess. He firmly believed she had been just what he needed, at the time. She had had her reasons for leaving, and he couldn’t blame her. On some level, if he weren’t personally affected by the Troubles, he would love to high-tail it and run, forget Haven and the bad memories it harbored. But he knew he could never do that. He had a duty. But some days, he was just so damn tired.

          Loud clomping coming toward him across the hardwood floor snapped him back to reality. With a grin, he realized Parker was wearing the snow boots he’d given her. She grabbed her new parka (new, though it’d seen a lot of action lately) and he went over to hold the door for her while she zipped up.

          Nathan thumbed through the keys on his ring, walking toward his truck on autopilot. After a few moments, he felt like something was off. He looked up and was greeted by the spectacle (that was definitely the right word) of Audrey Parker...frolicking. While they had been inside, fat flakes had begun to fall more thickly, and, even in her heavy boots, she was spinning. Tongue out, arms outstretched, she was attempting to catch the falling precipitate with joy written all over her face. Without any say-so from his brain, his body froze. Eyes wide, he began to guffaw. She spun to a stop in front of him, nearly pouting at his laughter resolved into a grin. He held her gaze for a moment longer and she honest-to-God snorted, dissolving into giggles. He laughed with her, their breath mingling in clouds of glitter that hung about them. She recovered enough to speak.

          “It’s just...so much snow,” she huffed with a grin of disbelief. For a second, her eyes took on a far away look and she twitched her nose. “I think the snot has frozen inside my nose”. He chuckled. “No, really,” she insisted.

          “It probably has. The forecast said negative twenty-five with windchill”. She goggled at him for a moment, then shrugged.

          “Does your car get really wet inside, after you get in with an inch of snow on your shoulders, or does it just freeze?” He rolled his eyes.

          “It does get a little wet, but it tends to dry out quick with the blower on.” She nodded vaguely, not looking at him.

          “Good”.

          As he watched, she tore off for the nearest snow bank and hurled herself into it with a little whoop of glee. Nathan just shook his head, scratching the corner of his mouth now sporting an amused grin. Parker’s head poked up from the feet-deep hold she’d made.

          “Uh, Nathan?” she queried, not at all sounding sure of herself.

          “You need help, there?” he deadpanned. He knew from experience that getting into those holes was a hell of a lot easier than getting out of them. At her helpless look, he grabbed her mittened hands and hauled her out.

          Feeling lighter, they slogged back to the Bronco in the collecting snow. Briefly, he recognized his lightness as being joy. Joy, mixed with a little hope. The look of wonder he’d seen on Parker’s face as she spun in the snow was the reason he stuck around, the reason everyone did. There was a freshness, and innocence about snow that was entrancing. The world got a blank slate, and somehow everything was just a bit easier to face.
 
 
 
 
 
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Chloe
28 July 2011 @ 10:44 pm
Title: Potential Energy
Fandom: Haven
Pairing: Nathan/Audrey
Rating: PG-13 (T)
Disclaimer: There'd be plenty of things that would be different if I owned Haven, despite its near perfection.
Spoilers: Yes, I suppose for "Ain't No Sunshine" specifically.
Summary: Just because he couldn't feel the heat, didn't mean it wasn't affecting him. Drabble. Part of a nine-part series of one-shots for a scifiland challenge. They're unrelated drabbles, but written and published as a group. Prompt: ICE CREAM. (839 words)


          Family homes had air-conditioning, but a few years ago he’d seen the Chief give a new recruit a scathing look when asked why the station didn’t have it. “It’s Maine, rookie,” was all the explanation he’d offered, and it had made Nathan chuckle. It did seem kind of silly to invest in AC when it was only needed maybe a month out of the year. It was a small town, they weren’t made of gold. Since taking over as chief, Nathan was increasingly and more painfully aware every day.

          He’d kept the same office, not wanting to go to the trouble of carting all of his things just across the hallway. Much easier to just move the nameplate (same one, no need to make a new one) to his door and use the old office to house three new desks for newbies; much needed space. Besides, he still couldn’t shake the pervasive presence of the Rev, sitting in his father’s worn office chair. One of his first actions as chief was to chuck that chair. Bad juju if he ever saw it.

          Currently, however, he was less than thrilled with his choice. Parker was reclined in her chair with her petite feet resting on her desk. Her ivory shirt was unbuttoned in the heat, sweat glistening on her collarbone. Not that he minded her company. Normally. But today it was 102° with near 100% humidity (or so he was told), and she was languishing.

          It was rather erotic.

          The way she sighed, tying up her hair; how she dabbed her slick neck; how she closed her eyes to ward off lethargy had him transfixed. The fact that he felt none of her discomfort made it rather surreal, much like watching a movie. Her slim fingers toyed with her open collar as she searched the file in her hand for any reason whatsoever to escape into the blissfully cool interior of his beat-up Bronco. He followed an elegant fingernail as it traced the edge of her collar. She had been engrossed in her reading, but she sensed his eyes on her.

          “Nathan? Are you okay?” She blew out a puff of air, lifting a hank of hair that had been dangling in front of her eyes. Closing her eyes, she continued. “This heat is making it difficult to focus, isn’t it?”

          She didn’t realize her mistake, and he didn’t correct her. He couldn’t feel the heat, but it most definitely was impairing his ability to focus. It most certainly was.

          That was it, is was time to take action.

          “I’ll be right back,” he said getting up and jogging out the door. She looked after him in confusion, but made no attempt to move. When he came back ten minutes later, she was staring, unseeing, at the wall next to the door. Her eyes snapped to him, then shot to his hands.

          He almost laughed as realization dawned across her elfin features and she immeadiately perked up.

          “Ice cream?” she asked with a mixture of disbelief and excitement.

          “Yep. Didn’t you notice Alfred’s cart at the end of the street this past week?” She wasn’t listening as he handed over the scoop of ice cream he’d bought for her.

          “Strawberry,” she said with a smile as he extended the cone to her. “My favorite. You remembered”. When she reached out to pluck it from his fingers, her hot skin rasped against his. She was so hot he almost dropped her treat. She shot him a funny look at his clumsiness, but it quickly changed to desperate gratitude. “Thanks, Nathan. This is just the thing.”

          He fervently hoped it would do something to assuage her state of overheating, because when he’d dashed out, he was at the end of his rope. He made his way back over to his own desk with his scoop of vanilla, settling into his seat. He finished off his confection in a few bites, then looked up to see if his partner was enjoying hers.

          It was his undoing.

          Her tongue lapped at the pink sphere, sending jolts of arousal down Nathan’s body. He watched, helpless, as a pastel rivulet ran over her knuckles, only to be caught with tongue, teeth, and lips. As she licked her hand, he couldn’t help but imagine his skin under her mouth, rather than hers. What would her ice-cream cooled mouth feel like on his collarbone, shoulder, at his ear whispering slightly dirty things he’d only be too happy to oblige? Her hot little hands touching every square inch of his skin? Danger, Will Robinson.

          He swallowed dryly and realized she had paused in her...ministrations and had raised a quizzical brow. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He cleared his throat hastily.

          “Yeah, I’m fine”. He switched tacts. “Just spaced out for a second,” he returned with slight smile. She looked at him partly in concern, partly with skepticism.

          “All right...”

          Audrey wasn’t stupid by any stretch of the imagination, but sometimes she could be oblivious, and he was damn grateful.

 
 
 
 
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Chloe
28 July 2011 @ 09:15 pm
Title: Full of Grace
Fandom: Haven
Pairing: Nathan/Audrey
Rating: R (T)
Disclaimer: There'd be plenty of things that would be different if I owned Haven, despite its near perfection.
Spoilers: Yes, specifically for "Ain't No Sunshine" and after, especially "As You Were".
Summary: 'Friend' was such a paltry word. Drabble. Part of a nine-part series of one-shots for a scifiland challenge. They're unrelated drabbles, but written and published as a group. Prompt: FEAR. (494 words)


          “Are you okay?” she, it, had asked, concerned. Or perhaps it was more nervously.

          “No,” he replied, very nearly ready to sob, “I’m not,”

          He’d most definitely thrown caution to the wind when he’d cupped her lovely face and brought them together in a kiss. The kiss he would deny he’d thought about more and more lately. He just had to make sure, even though the nothingness in between his hands had been enough. He thought he was doing an admirable job of keeping his voice level, despite the sheer panic flooding his veins with adrenaline. This was one of the times he was just a little bit grateful for his condition. There were plenty of signs that betrayed distress through body language, but they were contingent upon things like feeling your heart clench, feeling cold sweat along your spine, feeling short of breath. In short, feeling. But muscle memory was enough to pull the trigger when fear turned to wrath.

          He was sure his eyes were a little wild, but he could only devote so much of his attention to appearances when his world was spinning. Traces of memory threaded through his muscles, and he could almost (but not quite; never quite) feel the alternately cool and warm wash of chemicals sending conflicting messages to his brain. He’d shot her. Audrey. But it wasn’t her. The anger subsided, sated for a moment, and the terror clawed its way to the top. He felt lightheaded as he fell to his knees beside the imposter whose eyes were rolling like a frightened horse. “You killed my friend,” he barely ground out. ‘Friend’ felt like such a paltry word to describe the one person who made him feel anything approaching human again. How could he do this… living, without her?

          “How-- how did you know it was me?” it asked weakly, heaving shallowly.

          He hated that this thing would be the first he would tell, but a surge of rage pushed him to the edge. In that instant, Nathan almost understood those super-villains who revealed their plans in time to be foiled. But there would be no foiling today – he was a good shot any day, but especially with fury as a crosshairs. “Audrey,” his whisper worshipped. “I can feel her touch. I can’t feel yours”. He felt a harsh despair settle over his chest, making it difficult to breathe. It writhed on the ground in its death throes like a moth pinned to a board; a deceptive moth that wore the beautiful countenance of a butterfly it could never hope to be.

          The next few seconds saw his heart change rhythms several times – anger, disgust, frustration; then joy and again unadulterated fear. “She’s alive…?” he queried, almost unseeing, unbelieving. “Where is she? WHERE IS SHE?”. Powerful dread, as he ran down the corridor, that he’d be too late. Fright that all this rain had drowned the butterfly. But under it, closest to his heart, hope.

 
 
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Chloe
28 July 2011 @ 09:10 pm
Title: Sums Over History
Fandom: Haven
Pairing: None
Rating: G (K)
Disclaimer: There'd be plenty of things that would be different if I owned Haven, despite its near perfection.
Spoilers: Yes, if you haven't finished the whole season.
Summary: He didn't really have any regrets. Drabble. Part of a nine-part series of one-shots for a scifiland challenge. They're unrelated drabbles, but written and published as a group. Prompt: DEATH. (527 words)


          If he’d been in a position to take a good look at himself, he’d know that having his own house was rather ridiculous. Both he and the Chief were single men, living alone. And really, both of their houses were large enough for a small family unit. But it was hard enough to make a name for yourself in law enforcement when you were the son of the police chief, much less while living under the same roof. Nathan could honestly advise anyone that working for your father was a bad idea on so many levels. No one, however, would dare accuse Garland Wournos of nepotism – their tensions were well-known (and well-heard) up and down the Haven coastline. Quite the opposite: Laverne had been known to implore each to be more understanding of the other, at one time or another. She claimed it aggravated her gout to see the men she loved fighting, but Nathan knew it was more for his benefit than hers.

          Looking back now, it was difficult to see what he could have done differently. He saw Laverne (and others, in the department or otherwise) regard him with something akin to pity, but not quite. More like compassion with a healthy dose of regret. Regret for fences left unmended. Nathan understood intellectually the need to make peace, and in another life he could see himself wishing that he’d had a better relationship with the man who had (selflessly, he’d grant) raised him. But he was also a realist. Sometimes people just didn’t get along. They’d had professional, personal, and ethical differences; in the end, that was a lot of difference. The hurdles of trying to live together had never seemed worth it.

          But part of him, the part that was now sorting through his father’s effects, wished that it could have at least been less hostile. It had been mulish and stubborn of him not to recognize that, like Nathan, all Garland did was for the safety of Haven. But unlike the residents of Haven who were just so sorry, he wasn’t. Despite what he may have muttered under his breath for the last twenty years, Garland Wournos had been a good man who had given him as normal a childhood as possible in this seaport. There was a laundry list of things for which Nathan would always be grateful, even if he never said them out loud, and he was okay with that. Because one thing they both had in common was an inability to express positive emotion with each other. And even if no one else understood, he was certain his dad knew. Nathan had known. Regardless of the yelling, there was a certain amount of inalienable respect built on some sort of love. As he sifted through bits of his childhood, he felt closer to his father than he had in years. Part of it was that the man wasn’t there to defend himself, but Nathan found himself sort of almost glad they’d lived apart. It gave him this chance to see the man unfiltered, and without the paternal bluster he was shaping up to be a decent sort of guy.


 
 
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