Author's Note: Gah! Alongside my Aidan Turner kick lately, I've been suddenly consumed with Fear The Walking Dead. I honestly didn't think I was going to be all that into it initially, hence why it took until now for me to even watch a single episode, but a friend of mine had me watch one and now I'm in loooove with Nick and Troy. Seriously, might be a new obsession. Be on the lookout for a crazy fangirl coming your way! Anyway, with that came this little idea. I'll be tending to it as often as I can. So check it out!
Pairing: Nick Clark/OC (past and present), Troy Otto/OC, and possible Nick/OC/Troy. (I just can't make up my mind!)
-Face Claim: Lily Collins
Rating: Fiction M- for language, adult themes/situations, fighting/violence/gore/death/rising dead, frightening situations/creatures, graphic material/content, underage drinking (don't do it!), drug use (don't do that either!), emotional trauma/situations, post-apocalyptic/dystopian world and situations, etc.
*Warning!: This story features a leading OC character, and will follow most episode events that take place in the series. I will be posting episode content, but I will also try to make sure it is not a simple retelling of the dialogue you have already seen. I know there isn't a huge array of stories for the fandom yet, but I'm giving it a go! See below for further warnings!
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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fear The Walking Dead (TV Series, webisodes, etc.) or its characters. It belongs to the wonderful authors, creators, directors, producers, and whoever else has a hand in its development! I also do NOT own anything trademarked/copyrighted, etc., material that may be mentioned here. I only own my OC('s) and my personal plot bunnies! Thanks for reading, and enjoy!
-Book I-
"All we desire, in all our bitterness, is to go to our ruin in our own way- with a little style, and a lot of noise."
-Thomas Ligotti, The Nightmare Network
She looked...delicate.
It was something about how small she was, perhaps, standing at barely four inches over five foot in height. Or maybe it was how fair her complexion was, a gentle ivory and cream complexion that was only dotted with a few freckles across her brow-line before sweeping over the bridge of her nose. It might have been the pert little nose, the blush pink lips. Those green eyes that shone like gemstones, even in her blatant uncertainty, framed with thick lashes the color of ink though; those were killer. Yes, she looked a picture of innocence, not unlike a dainty faerie-girl who could sprout wings at any time and simply flit and fly away.
But he knew better.
He had watched from the truck as they dragged her group through the gates, seen the way she struggled and fought to the very end. Where the other girl had only required two guards to restrain her and keep her from breaking free, she had needed three. The extra soldier hovering at her back hadn't gone unused either. Her shining eyes darted wildly all around, cataloging and observing, remembering for later if she had the chance to use it, he was almost positively sure. Despite their gleaming color, her eyes flickered like fire in their depths, blazing with a fury that might very well burn to the touch. He wasn't so sure that he wouldn't walk into her pyre, willingly. Covered in dried blood, she had painted the picture of a warrior rather than a mere girl. And as they removed the multiple blades hidden on her person, he concluded she was more vengeful Valkyrie than Fae.
Now, perched on the soft cushion of the chair in front of him, she resembled a delicate doll.
Her skin had been washed clean of dirt and grime, ridding her from the blood of the dead that caked it, and her hair hung down her back in damp, auburn and chestnut waves. She was dressed in a spare pair of khaki colored cargo's he had lifted from the storage closet and, much to his inexplicable and quite secret delight, one of his shirts. It was a deep, hunter green that made her eyes shine that much brighter, though it was too big for her, laughably so, and she had tied it off at the small of her back. She was trying valiantly to suppress the anxious energy that surged through her veins, and she was doing quite well despite the fact that he could almost see the tremors threatening to overtake her body. Surprisingly though, she only tapped her fingers upon the desktop, a scant few inches from the mug of tea he had placed there just before taking his own seat near hers, so close that their knees nearly brushed together after he stretched out his legs. She wanted to pull away, he could tell; it was in the way her teeth worried at her bottom lip, the way her eyes repeatedly darted to the offending body part.
But she refused to give in. And he smirked.
"Are you ready to tell me your story now?" His words were soft spoken, a near croon that echoed through his chest, laced with understanding and comfort.
He really, really had to know.
She flicked her eyes upward, her gaze immediately latching onto the icy blue eyes peering back at her after deserting the staring contest she had held with the mug cradled in her hands. It was warm, soothing, and she almost ached to take a sip of the tea within.
"There's nothing wrong with it," He murmured lowly, pointing idly at the cup. "You can drink it."
Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, and her eyes dropped down to eye the liquid before snapping up to his again. She didn't trust him, that much was obvious. That would have to change.
Moving slowly in his determination not to startle her with his touch, he reached forward. The intensity of his clear blue eyes only deepened when his long fingers brushed against hers, a gentle pass over the skin, before he carefully slipped the ceramic from her grip. The two never dropped or broke their gazes as he did so, despite the hitch of breath in her chest and the quiet gasp that escaped her lips, even as he lifted the cup to take a single sip first. He hummed as he did so, an arrogant wink accompanying the lopsided smile he gave her. She eyed him critically for a moment, those green emeralds sweeping over his face, critiquing it for any signs of pain and distress.
Still, her caution did not stop her from eagerly taking her own sips of the honeyed liquid the very moment he passed it back to her.
He watched her, shifting in his seat subtly as her tongue snuck out, cleaning them of the sweetened nectar. Her name dropped from his lips lowly, a husky sound that he prayed she didn't notice; though, judging by the faint pink that flushed her cheeks, she had. Her gaze flicked over him once more, taking in the cut of his jaw, the worn journal that was opened to a fresh page on the table next to his hand, the way his ocean blues tracked every single move she made.
"If I answer your questions, will you-" She coughed, her voice rising just a click above a whisper when she spoke again. "Will you answer mine?"
Perched on the edge of his seat, he found himself nodding before he really had the chance to think about it. He wanted to know her. Needed to.
She nodded, her tongue wetting dried lips as she peered up at him from beneath her lashes. "Where should I...start?"
He nearly groaned, the thrill of victory flooding his veins as he leaned into her personal space, flashing that reassuring smile that seemed to always put others at ease.
"The beginning, doll." He murmured, conspiratorially. "I want to know everything."
Cataclysm
Information/Warnings
Updates: As often as I can! I just cannot get enough of Nick and Troy. Seriously, Daniel Sharman and Frank Dillane have done such an awesome job with their characters. So, I'll be trying to keep up with this as often as possible, along with reposting through Brimstone and Consumed.
Format/Flashbacks: The above scene obviously is set in the future. Each chapter after that will go back to the start of the series, with some brief interludes back to the characters' conversation that was started here. Once the events catch up, they will continue in a presently set timeline.
AU/OOC: I'm adding an original character, who has her own family and background to work into the story, along with her interactions with the Clark's Pre-Outbreak. I'll also being embellishing on a few of the canon characters, using information from online/wikia to fill out some blanks, and adding my own ideas in. Most events will happen with canon accordance, but some might fall out of line, along with the addition of completely new material to include my character.
Shipping: Give me names, lovelies! You'll learn the original character's name next chapter. I'm on the lookout for names with her and Nick, her and Troy, and the three of them together!
Trigger Warnings: Some sensitive material may be mentioned in the future, and while I know some of it should be known with common sense (if you know the characters/show), others I might put out a warning at the beginning of the chapter for.
Review Responses: I've answered reviews on updates in the past, but I'll be changing that. Guest reviews will be answered on updates, and account reviews will be PM'ed!
Special Content: A friend of mine has an account or two here, SassyShots, and she created a Tumblr to feature cool things for her stories. Picture edits, aesthetics, playlist suggestions and the like. I'm going to see if she would mind featuring some content for Cataclysm, and other stories I have here! Feel free to check her Tumblr out at SassyfiedScribbles, and to check her awesome stories out on her account here! You can find her username in my list of favorite authors if you're interested!
No Beta to be had here, I'm doing this on my own! Any mistakes that get to you, please message me!