A/N: I don't know if this is in character, but I tried my hardest. I'm still not quite used to writing Haven fan fiction since I'm always writing it for Supernatural, and I used to write it for Criminal Minds. I'm also used to writing my own characters for unpublished novels and short stories. My point being is, if it's not in character or something isn't on par with the show, let me know and I'll try to fix it for next time. Also, any grammatical errors, blatant mistakes, or erroneous spelling please tell me about. Thank you!
"I hate you for the sacrifices you made for me.
I hate you for every time you ever bled for me.
I hate you for the way you smile when you look at me.
I hate you for never taking control of me.
I hate you for always saving me from myself.
I hate you for always choosing me and not someone else.
I hate you for always pulling me back from the edge.
I hate you for every kind word you ever said..."
In This Moment
Nathan hastily pushed away his plate of half-finished pancakes that were drizzled in Full Circle's Organic Maple Syrup. "Going to the station; be back later." He picked up his plate, walking stiffly to the sink and placing it on the counter.
"Please, sit." Blue eyes begged him to stay, and those eyes – Audrey's eyes – beseeched him for gratitude rather than hatred and disgust. "I know –"
"No, you don't! Don't you get what could happen?"
"I need to know if you think I'm right or not."
Nathan leaned against the counter from behind, hands gripping the sea-foam-colored Formica. Grinding his teeth together, it took him a moment to get the words out. "Yes, I do."
"You think it was wrong?"
Nathan's head shook once, hanging to his chest, eyes clenching shut. "No." His head no longer hung, instead his nose pointed toward Audrey. "It was the right thing to do."
"Are you so sure about that?"
"Why?" Nathan grabbed a chair, spun it around, and straddled it, propping his face in on his folded arms.
"I might've just started a war!" Audrey always hated crying, but there were definite tears in her eyes – tears she was trying to hold back. Audrey didn't cry; she had to tell herself that repeatedly because crying was a form of weakness. What she didn't know was people only cried when they'd been strong for too long.
"You didn't. The war had already started; The Chief knew that."
"How can you be so sure?"
Nathan gently smiled. "Since when is Audrey Parker unsure of herself?"
She breathed out a laugh. "How can you be so sure?"
"Because I know you." Nathan's hand found hers.
"Because you know me?"
"I can feel you." He stroked her skin.
Nathan's left eyebrow twitched in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"You mean besides everything?"
"I'll ask again: what's wrong?"
"Is that the only reason why?"
Nathan flinched. "What?"
"Is that the only reason why you're asking?"
Nathan furrowed his brow. "Course not. Audrey, I –"
"Is the only reason why you care because you can feel me?" Standing abruptly from the table, she walked to the door and grabbed her coat. "I'm going to the station; I have work to do."
"Don't run." Begging would get him nowhere.
Audrey buttoned her coat. "Who's running?"
"Sit. We'll figure it out… together."
"Now look who's playing Audrey."
"Not trying to be you – just need you listening." Nathan stood from the chair, stepping toward her.
"I'll see you when I get back."
Nathan nodded and watched her go.