Well, hey! This is my first attempt at a fanfic.
Will maybe possibly represent Audrey/Nathan/Duke accurately. Maybe?
Couple of OC's (I guess) and the slight change of the number of years back to the Colorado Kid article. 1960 sounded a whole lot better than 1983, so, please don't shoot me for my preferences. It's all in the name of good, clean fanfiction. I promise.
Spoilers, maybe? Info from Season 1 and up-to-the-episode of Season 2 could possibly appear. Fair game.
I don't own Haven, the good people at SyFy do. Characters you haven't heard of were born from my imagination.
Love to hear what all you think!
In one week, there were two drowning, one very strange electrocution - they were still looking into that one - a hanging, and a gunshot victim. All apparent suicides.
This wasn't even the worst week Haven ever had.
"Not even close," Nathan noted dryly, shoving the case file away.
Audrey Parker looked up from the worn old newspaper covering her face, regarding her partner with tired eyes. It was nearly 1am; Audrey was tired, listless, melancholy, and just about every other adjective used to describe someone up way later than they should be.
"You say something?"
"Nothing especially profound."
Audrey set the newspaper aside and smirked. "I could've told you that."
An almost half-smile crept onto Nathan's face, and Audrey considered that a battle won, and mentally patted herself on the back.
"What are we actually doing? I mean, I'm all for analyzing the deeper meaning here, but there doesn't have to a Trouble around every corner," Audrey said, standing up and stretching her arms high above her head.
"Okay, who are you, and where did you hide Audrey Parker?"
She wasn't amused, and Nathan could tell from her expression.
"Something about…who electrocutes themselves as a method of suicide?"
"Apparently this person."
"It's just…it's odd, that's all."
She sat back down. "Something on your mind, Wuornos?"
"This seems familiar," Nathan said.
"I bet even in Haven history repeats itself."
Something hit Nathan then - figuratively, of course - and he nodded to Audrey's paper. "What's the date on your Colorado Kid article?"
The newspaper's bold black headline read 'Who Killed the Colorado Kid?' and the accompanying picture showed a girl who was the spitting image of Audrey Parker. That girl was Lucy Ripley. Months of looking into her, Audrey Parker found out that she might very well be Lucy Ripley.
"1960," she repeated from the small faded letters in the upper left of the article.
Nathan's attention turned to his computer screen, his fingers quickly typing away in the database of old case files.
"I knew it looked familiar. Come here."
Audrey joined Nathan behind his desk, reading the words onscreen as Nathan read them aloud.
"Two drowning, one electrocution, one hanging and one gunshot victim. All in the span of a week, all apparent suicides. Exactly 50 years ago."
"Any suspects?"
"Suspects?" Nathan parroted. "Audrey, they were all apparent suicides."
"Right," Audrey glanced back to the paper that seemed to glare obviously at her from her desk. "Even in Haven, history repeats itself."