AN: Hello Haven fans! I'm Sable and this is my first foray into Haven fanfiction. Browsing through the Haven category on this site, I've found far fewer Daudrey shippers than I thought there'd be. First, let me lay something down. I adore Nathan. Really, he's one of my favorite original characters to have ever come out of Syfy. Nathan is the solid foundation of the show. I don't think it would be the same without him, and I think if there will ever be any romance for Audrey, it's going to be with him. However, Duke is far more appealing to my own personality, and thus I have become a Daudrey, DukexAudrey, shipper. :) I hope to find more of my kind out there!
This piece is what I call a perfect half-shot. It's exactly five hundred words and will not be continued. For my first attempt at Haven-verse, I wanted to do something simple but intimate, so I chose to dive into this only-implied-at scene. I hope you enjoy and drop a review! Thank you!
-Sable
First Sight
One second she was walking along, minding her own business, thinking that she was going to experience her first Haven storm, and in the next she felt the explosion hit her, the force gripping her heart like a vice.
Her body was useless, completely short-circuited by shock and panic. In the brief moments before losing consciousness, she was aware of cold water rushing up at her. There was darkness as the water closed over her head.
Her eyesight was flickering out when she saw something explode into the water above her. Dark skinned arms, a white shirt billowing in the water, and then she was gone.
Those arms wrapped around a frighteningly unresponsive body and powerful legs kicked them both to the surface. It would have been easy for him to lose his head and panic, but he had always been good in the water.
Staying calm and breathing evenly, he managed to drag his 'catch' up onto the dock. He checked her breathing and found that she had already spit up whatever water was in her lungs by her self.
His hands, swift and sure, checked the vigor of her pulse and smoothed the damp hair back from her face.
She was a stranger, but seemed somehow familiar. When she didn't seem all that eager to wake up, he gathered her up and stood. She was lighter than he'd thought she'd be.
The storm was just beginning to lighten up as he carried her into the only bedroom on his ship. He stripped her soaked clothes from her body, swiftly, without skin to skin contact and trying not to look, but without any encumbering vestiges of shyness.
The gun and badge didn't surprise him- she had the cop look. The FBI insignia did, though, and he wondered if the law wasn't finally catching up with him. But he set her gun and badge on the table beside the bed, wrapped her in his blanket, and thought no more of that.
Her phone, when he checked it (not nosy, thorough), was as dead as she would have been if he hadn't been there to fish her out of the water.
Her badge identified her as Audrey Parker, and that was, for the moment, all he knew of her beside a vaguely familiar face, an incongruously feminine figure (should FBI agents have curves?), and a seriously professional ID picture.
He turned off all the lights save for the tall lamp that sat in the corner behind his only chair. With a blanket wrapped around his feet and a good book, he settled in to watch over his newest find for the rest of the night.
He didn't get much reading done and found himself still watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her (modestly covered) chest as dawn first began to brightened the sky.
He went out to make tea, ensuring that she would wake alone, in an unthreatening environment, with her weapon nearby and one of his shirts on hand.
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