So we're starting near the end of Magic Hour pt 2 here. Just go with it.

Alive. He's alive, he's alive, he's alive. It was all Audrey could think as she stared down at her partner. Her eyes met his and instantly her entire body relaxed.

"Hey Parker," he forced out, his voice gruff. "Where's the funeral?"

She laughed and ran her hand along the side of his face, feeling the warmth return to his skin. He was alive and so was she and now she could be with him and love him and…

She froze.

No.

Jordan. He was with Jordan.

She pushed up and moved away from Nathan, letting Jordan take up the place beside him. He wrapped his arms around her. Audrey stood in the doorway and wrapped her arms around herself, holding the bitterness inside her.

'I saved your life!' She wanted to scream. After all the times that he had saved her, now it had been her turn. And for what? For him to be happy with Jordan? That's not how romance novels turned out. Then again this was real life, not some crappy teen story. Still, didn't their relationship mean anything? He'd saved her from the very beginning. He'd pulled her from her car before it went over the cliff. Then he'd found her after she'd been trapped by the chameleon. He'd embraced her that night, held her close with tears in his eyes. Actual tears, like the ones she could feel rolling down her face. That was probably some of the rawest emotion she had ever seen from Nathan Wuornos. They had been vulnerable together. Continually, he had saved her from demons: both Haven's and her own.

Audrey tore her gaze away from the pair, unable to watch the two reunite any longer. She looked up at Duke. Surely he'd heard her confessions of love just moments ago, but he wasn't giving her any trouble about them. Instead, he gave her a loaded look, showing her that he understood.

Noelle burst up from her bundle of blankets and rushed toward her sister. The two talked lowly, until Moira fell silent. This seemed to spur Nathan into motion.

He sat up and turned to look at his partner. "Parker, where's Tommy?"

She frowned. "He got away while we were tracking down Moira."

"We have to find him." Nathan tried to stand, but Jordan held him down.

"Stop, you need to rest!"

He pushed her away as he got up and moved over to his partner. "He's the—"

"Bolt Gun Killer." Duke interrupted, finishing the sentence that fell heavily into the space around them. "We know."

"We need to go after him." His eyes bore into Audrey's and after a second, she nodded.

"Alright," she sighed, surreptitiously wiping the last few stray tears from her eyes. "Let's go." She reached out to place her hand on his shoulder, but caught Jordan's worried gaze behind him and she stopped.

Nathan followed her gaze and turned around. "Jordan, I'm sorry, I've got to go."

"But…" She huffed. "Don't you think you should take a break? You were just dead, for Christ's sake."

"And now I'm not. It's important that I handle this." He walked over and framed her face with his hands. "I'll be alright. Why don't you head home?"

"Will I see you later?"

Audrey held back a groan. She was really getting tired of Jordan.

Nathan whispered something to her and then pulled away. "Parker, come on." He called as he walked past her in search for the door. Jordan gaped after him.

Audrey looked at Duke and shrugged. "Can you get these two to a safe location please? To the Gull or something?"

"Yeah, I've got this." He replied. "You go take care of him." At first, it sounded like he was wishing her luck in finding Tommy. But the soft look in his eyes told her that he was actually referring to Nathan.

Audrey grinned slightly at his support and then walked out of the house. She found Nathan standing beside Tommy's car, GPS in hand. She reached out and slammed the trunk closed, forcing herself to ignore Nathan's bloodstains left behind on the grey interior.

"I made the connection with Tommy's GPS history. A lot of addresses in here. Gunna take all night to cover them all." Her partner stated.

She squared her shoulders, ready to face Nathan's killer. "Well we better get going." She pushed past Nathan and slid into the driver's seat of the black car. Nathan swiftly followed suit, walking around the car and sliding into the passenger seat.

"Alright, let's start with the most recent and work our way back." He stated, selecting the address on the GPS.

The blonde nodded and pulled the car out onto the street. There were a few minutes of silence until Nathan spoke up.

"So about today…"

Audrey shook her head. Her mind was full of the image of him lying on the ground, riddled with gunshot wounds. She almost hadn't been able to save him. "I'm just glad you're okay."

Nathan ran his hands over his chest, looking down at his bloodstained shirt. "Not the first time I've been shot."

"Not the first time I've watched you die, either." She mused, remembering the day that she had relived several times over. She snuck a glance over at her partner and frowned.

It was twice now that she'd watched him die and then seen him alive again. Somehow, it was as if she felt the pain of his wounds even though he couldn't feel them himself. Maybe Jordan was right—she shuddered at the admission. Maybe Nathan wasn't quite ready to launch into battle with Tommy yet. What if the Bolt Gun Killer got away though? Would he leave town or would he hide somewhere?

The GPS barked out a direction but when Audrey stopped at the intersection, she made an executive decision to turn the opposite direction.

Nathan's eyebrows furrowed. "What are you doing?"

"We're making a stop first."

"What? Where?" He questioned frantically. "Parker, we need to catch Tommy."

"We will. But I can't take you anywhere looking like that."

He opened his mouth to complain but when they turned on to a familiar street, he realized where they were going and fell silent.

A few minutes later, Audrey pulled into a gravel driveway and stopped the car. He fished his keys from his jean pocket and unlocked the front door. Audrey followed him inside, flicking on the lights and tossing her tan jacket onto the back of the long leather couch.

"Why are we at my house?"

She pointed to his chest. "You need to change. Where's your bedroom and your linen closet?"

Nathan read the seriousness in her face and followed her directions. He led her down a small hallway, pointing first to the closet and then walking into his bedroom. The room was simple—a collection of browns and blues, very clean and organized.

"Okay, will you just… sit for a minute? Please?" Audrey gave him a pleading look and stepped back out into the hallway. Once out of his line of sight, she collapsed against the wall and felt a sob rip through her chest.

He's alive, she reminded herself. Everything was going to be alright.

She collected herself and then snapped into action. She found a small dark washcloth in the closet and ran it under hot water in the bathroom across the hall.

He was her partner. She would take care of him because it was all she could do.

Audrey marched back into the bedroom to find Nathan sitting calmly on the edge of his bed. He had taken off his jacket, revealing his stained shirt.

"What's this all about, Parker?" He stood and reached out to her.

She breathed deeply and then replied. "You're covered in blood, Nathan, let's just get you cleaned up and then we can go after Tommy, okay? I just need to know that you're in one piece. And stay that way. I can't lose my partner. Not again."

Audrey stepped forward and stood in front of Nathan. She was a few inches shorter than him and had to tilt her head back slightly to watch the expression on his face drift from confusion to compassion. She set the wash cloth down on the bedside table. Then she reached out and started unbuttoning his shirt. She was sure not to let her skin touch his, so as to not hurt him more. When she pushed the shirt from his shoulders, however, she couldn't keep her thumb from brushing his collarbone.

He gasped and a shiver ran through his body.

She tried to convince herself to cut off contact again, but found herself unable to do so. Touching him, feeling the life beneath her fingertips, grounded her. She secured one hand around his bicep as she examined his chest. There were two wounds on his upper chest. The holes had closed up, thanks to Moira, but she could see the puckered scars. Caked in streaks down his chest was a layer of dried blood.

"Oh, Nathan." She murmured.

He looked down and shrugged. "It didn't hurt, at least."

Audrey let out a painful chuckle. "Yeah, that's good, I guess." She used her grip on his shoulder to turn him around. "Are there exit wounds?"

A bit confused? Yeah. Don't worry. All will make sense soon enough...