A/N- Hi! I have been on the site for some time, and decided to try writing a fic. Warning: this is completely AU. Emily and Aiden broke up sometime early on, Daniel is still a pawn and Emily and Nolan have been in a relationship since, "Masquerade" (Season two, Episode nineteen; around late October, early November 2012). That's the estimated date (possibly a little after) that this shot of the story takes place in. Most of season 2 and 3 don't exist. I plan on making this about fifteen(15) chapters, plus a prologue.
Disclaimer: I do not own Revenge, I do not profit from this, and all I own are characters that will show up later.
Third POV:
Nolan slammed the door of Emily's cottage. She had just risked her life, again. He had her promise not to meddle for a while, let everything cool down, and then start up again. He storms into her kitchen and sees her sipping a cup of tea.
"You could've knocked." Emily says simply, taking a small sip of the warmed liquid. She offers him a cup of his favorite brew, but he rejects it.
"And you could've gotten killed today, Emily." Nolan says curtly.
"Nolan, stop exaggerating. I've been through worse." Emily answers calmly, setting her cup down.
"Don't remind me. Emily, what were you thinking? Following Conrad, his posse, and brutes up on the roof. You were almost caught and you know what those things can do!" He yells at her.
"Nolan, you are forgetting I am a grown woman. I can make my own decisions." Emily says, setting her cup down and crossing her arms.
"Yes, I am very well aware you are a grown woman, but you don't always think things through a hundred percent of the time and your actions can cause harm to those who love you." Nolan refuses to let up on Emily.
"Just because we are in a relationship doesn't give you the right to control my every move!" Emily counters, but still keeping her cool.
"We are together, Emily, we make decisions together, I get that is hard for you, but we need each other's insight." Nolan retorts.
Emily is beginning to get ticked. "Yes, like I need your insights on how to handle these people." Emily says sarcastically, "You're forgetting that I have studied these people, I have morphed myself to blend in. While you're just alone with your electronics." Emily feels her hand come up to her mouth as she regrets what she had just said.
Nolan doesn't hide his hurt, "Am I just some toy for you to use? You dangle me around for your own amusement while you wait for your plan to roll into action?" He asks, "I thought you were better than this Emily. I thought there was a difference between you and the people who ruined your father's life, but you are no better than them. Heck, you're no better than Victoria!"
"I'm sorry, Nolan, I didn't mean what I…" She begins but Nolan cuts her off, "I don't want to hear it Emily." He storms out the door with Emily on his heels, "Wait, Nolan!"
"I'll talk to you when I won't say something I'll regret!" He yells as he slams his car door. Emily starts to go after the car but gives up when he speeds away. She decides to walk on the shoreline, to clear her head and to come up with a proper apology. Maybe Nolan is right, maybe she should start cutting back on her "revengenda".
"Are you alright, miss?" A voice comes from behind her.
"Yes, I am fine." She waves her hand to emphasize her point.
"Well, usually when you're crying, it's not for good reasons." He says, getting closer to her.
"My… friend and I just had a fight." She replies, speeding up her pace a little more. This guy has a weird look in his eyes and is making her feel uneasy.
"Let me walk you home. A young lady like you could get in deep trouble by yourself."
"My house is just right there, but thank you for the offer." Emily says, preparing herself to take off in a sprint. Before she knows, he quickly holds a chloroform enriched rag up to her nose. She struggles and tries not to breathe, but soon her body protest and she feels herself drifting off.
The man, Dwayne, smiles. This was too easy, and he didn't even have to damage the goods. He picks her up bridal style and takes her to his car, where he dumps her in his trunk. He drives off, making the call to prepare her cell.
"We are going home. " He tells the recipient and hangs up with a crooked smirk plastered on his face.
A/N-I apologize for any confusion, and that it is short! This is the beginning though, and all stories need a beginning, right? Let me know if you want this continued or if it is total garbage and want it discontinued.
~Nevicata
