Subject: Haven fic opening scene
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Posted on: 2014-07-16 01:01:00 UTC

I realize no one else probably knows these characters, or this fandom, but the basics are this: Every 24-25 years the Troubles return to the town of Haven. The Troubles are like supernatural abilities that you don't want, can't control, and are very likely to cause great suffering and/or death to you or those around you (unless you are very lucky and get one that only cause inconvenience to yourself). Troubles come in every possible flavor from your sweat contacting someone else turning them into a mummy to all food you touch turning into wedding cake.

Nathan's Trouble is that he can't feel pain, pressure, hot, cold-basically any info he should get through his nerves is absent during the Troubles. He's Chief of Haven PD.

His partner is Audrey Parker, who is immune to the Troubles, so Nathan can feel her touch. Duke Crocker is a smuggler and bar owner, who helps them deal with the Troubles. He's a pretty decent guy as an adult. He and Nathan are frenemies at the time this is set (late season 2). Duke used to torment Nathan when they were kids, the most notable event being Duke inciting a bunch of kids to see how many tacks they could stick into Nathan's back before he noticed the blood dripping off him. Then sending him to talk to a girl he had a crush on when he didn't notice.

Warning this story has some mild cussing and talks quite a lot about bullying. This is the opening scene for a Haven fanfic. It is under two pages on Gdocs (barely).

Later they will realize that someone has a Trouble that is affecting bullies and their victims, so I am fully aware that they are somewhat out of character in this scene. Evaluate Duke from the perspective that something is influencing him to be increasingly penitent/desiring to be punished for his past actions, and Nathan is being influenced toward carrying out the revenge he couldn't when he was a kid, though the influence on him is not as strong (possibly because of Audrey).

I am generally not great at SPaG. Commas especially kill me.



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"I'm sorry, Nathan." Duke pressed a folded stack of papers into my hand.

"What?" It wasn't like Duke to apologize for anything.

"For everything on that list. I'm sorry I did those things to you. I was wrong, an ass, a jerk. When we were kids I made your life miserable. Obviously, I can't take it back, and I'm not asking forgiveness or understanding, but I wanted you to know that I know what I did."

"That sounds rehearsed." Why had I let Parker convince me to come to the Grey Gull?

"It's not like there's a Hallmark card that says, 'Sorry I bullied you when we were kids.' But I thought it might, you know, help if I admitted to it." Duke retreated to the end bar stool with a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey.

I looked at the papers. He'd listed shitty things he'd done to me as a kid. I glared at his back. How the hell had he even remembered all this? I had even forgotten some of these.

Parker came around the table and leaned over my back to read, her chin pressing against my shoulder made a sharp focal point against the normal blankness of my body. It had a grounding effect that I didn't really want.

After reading over the entire list--and it took a long time as Duke had detailed his transgressions in a tiny script over several pages--I realized that he left off the thing that started it all. I jumped up, fast enough to knock Parker off balance, and marched over to Duke. The bottle was nearly empty, and I wondered if it had taken me that long to read the list, or if he was drinking that fast. A glance, and maybe it had taken me that long, because the three of us were alone.

I pushed the list across the bar to him, barely holding in check a vengeance-demanding anger like I'd not felt since we were ten years old. "You left off the first time."

Parker came up behind me and stared at Duke, waiting for him to answer. Guilt, anger, and something else flashed across Duke's face, but he said nothing.

Parker touched my bare arm, and that grounding effect hit me again, pulling me back from anger that I suddenly saw was out of proportion to the time. I'm not that kid anymore. Dimly, it even entered my thoughts that I know now that Duke's father was a bastard and Duke, as a kid, fit certain unpleasant profiles that cops look for when the parent's are that kind of asshole.

"What happened, Nathan?" Parker's question pulled me even further toward my normal control.

She moved her hand and the veil of righteous anger fell over me again. "He broke his hand punching me." Duke still refused to make eye contact. Guilty bastard.

"Just like that? One punch and his hand was broken?"

"No, I jumped on him after he punched me. I was out for months recovering from the sledding accident and learning how to function with my Trouble. I had only been back at school for two days." That moment had started years of bullying that still hurt, even if we were something approaching friends now. "Before that I thought Duke was my friend."

Duke muttered, "Didn't break my hand punching you," as he added it to the list anyway.

It hit my nerves like it was every excuse he had ever used to weasel his way out of trouble, and, by Godknow you broke it."

“You stepped on it. I deserved it, though.”

He was lying. I could see it in his face. I should have known this was just another trick. I resisted the urge to look in the mirror to check my back for tacks. “Why me?”

Duke poured another shot of whiskey and drank it in one gulp. Then he stood up and leaned into my space; poked a finger at my chest. “Because you were an easy target. Because face it, I enjoyed talking people into doing what I wanted them to do. I still do.”

I wasn't looking down, so I couldn't tell if he was actually touching me or not, and it made me even madder. I knocked Duke’s arm away, but something was slowing me down, telling me that this wasn't right, and it kept my fists at my side. Then Duke threw a punch at my gut, doubling me over with the suddenness of it. I saw spots and heard my breath whistling, but felt no pain to slow down my reaction. I came back up, tackling him to the ground, wanting nothing more than to hurt him, because he could feel it. Suddenly Parker was there, hands on my face, and I felt that. It pulled me back. I was still mad, but the veil was gone.

Duke hadn't even struggled since we went down, and that had to be a first in one of our fights. I cuffed him and hauled him up. He shook his head and said, "Now see. This is a problem, because I really planned on getting my ass kicked tonight, then crawling off alone. You arresting me is just all kinds of messing with those plans."

"I'm not going to hit you." And just like that, I'm thirty-five again. In control, the anger of my ten-year-old self lost to the years.

Duke started to speak a few times, but finally, his shoulders slumped and his chin fell to his chest. "Fine. I'll go quietly. I deserve to be locked up after everything I've done."

I shook my head, but put him in the truck. He'd surely sleep whatever this was off and be back to his normal obnoxious self by morning.





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