Paralyzed
by
Against the Evening Sky
AN: I've finally decided I can no longer ignore the beauty that is NateParker. I've been working on some short oneshots for them, so I might have to torture you all with more of my writing. ;) I'm sorry if this sucks. Forgive my blunders.
Also, I have yet to watch any of the third season, along with a couple episodes in the previous seasons, so my apologies for any differences from the actual series. Oh, and Sophie isn't gone. Deal with it. :D
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Somewhere in his terror he realized he should have seen this coming. They'd escaped too many jobs unscathed; too many risks had been taken that could so very possibly harm them. And now, with cold panic seeping into his conscious mind, he understood that all too well. They weren't invincible. Parker wasn't invincible, despite what she led everyone to believe. And they were paying for it…in her blood.
This was his fault.
It was his wake-up call, his alarm clock for life that rang threateningly, blaring in time to the sirens that had echoed through the empty streets.
He understood the statistics. The odds of coming out of everything they did unharmed were horrifying. But he just couldn't comprehend why this job had to go so horribly wrong. And why, why did Parker have to be the one punished for it?
It was only then—as he sat in that hospital bedside chair that he'd come to loath so very much—that Nathan Ford fully grasped just how much he despised the notion of "wrong."
Goddamn it, he loved her.
Her eyelids twitched.
He loved her.
His heart stopped, and she opened her eyes.
He fucking loved her.
"It's not your fault," she said. Her voice was small and cracking, but she was smiling. Parker squeezed the hand he hadn't realized had come to grasp hers.
And that was okay.