Here's a quick update for ya'll!
Avery and Nate
Nate walks in to his apartment, seeing Avery sitting at the table, her back to him. He makes his way over towards her. Avery hears him walk towards the table and she quickly shoves the picture she was looking at into her folder. She wipes at her eyes, finishing just as Nate reaches her. Nate looks down at her, knowing something is up.
"Hey Nate," Avery says, looking at him in surprise, "I didn't know anyone else was here."
"I just got back," Nate replies, noticing her red eyes. "You all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Avery says, sending him a forced smile.
"What were you looking at?" Nate asks, nodding at the picture half hanging out of the folder.
"Uh…nothing," Avery says quickly, "I should go."
With that, Avery grabs her books and stands up, trying to make a quick escape. In her haste, she trips over the chair leg and her books go flying across the floor.
"Crap," Avery mutters, quickly gathering up her belongings. Nate walks over and helps her, putting the books and folders into a pile. He notices the picture lying on the floor and he picks it up, flipping it over and looking at it. Avery looks up and sees Nate is looking at her picture. Nate looks up at her and catches her watching him.
"Is this your mom?" Nate asks, holding up the picture.
"Uh…yeah," Avery replies, hoping he doesn't ask any more questions. Nate nods his head, looking back down at the picture.
"You know, sometimes it helps to talk about things," Nate points out, looking over at Avery again. Avery snorts.
"Right, 'cause that'll bring her back," she replies scornfully, staring at a spot on the floor. Nate glances back down at the picture.
"No, you're right," Nate replies, looking back up at her, not giving the picture back yet. He doesn't want her to leave just yet and he knows once she has it back, she'll take off. "But, bottling everything up inside won't help either. You end up going downhill. Fast."
"And you're such a professional at dealing with this," Avery says defensively, not wanting to talk about any of this. Nate regards her for a moment before continuing.
"I had a son," Nate replies, trying not to get lost in his own despair. Avery's head shoots over to him, not expecting this response. "He had cancer, like your mother."
Avery forces a swallow, watching Nate stare at a spot over her shoulder. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know what had happened, so instead waited to see what Nate would say.
"The company I worked for refused to pay for him to have an experimental procedure and he…uh…he, uh…well, it was one of the reasons why I was so involved in your mom's case," Nate continues, forcing himself to look over at Avery.
"Watching someone go through that? It can break your soul. Especially when saving them comes this close," Nate says, holding up is pointer and thumb a half an inch apart, "But burying it and keeping all that pain festering underneath? It'll destroy what you have with the people you still have left. Take my word for it."
Nate hands her the picture and stands up. Avery takes it from him and looks at it for a moment. She stands up, eyes never leaving the picture.
"We were best friends," she says quietly. Nate looks over at her, not sure if he had heard her correctly. "And then when I was ten, she got sick. I found myself growing up a lot faster than most. I had to take care of her. I kept up on the house and my schoolwork too. But she would always make sure I had time for myself."
Avery smiles to herself.
"She…uh…made me take martial arts. Said if my dad ever found out his daughter didn't know how to take care of herself he'd be pissed," Avery says with a ghost of a smile. "And, even though he wasn't around, she never once spoke badly about him."
"He would've been there if he knew," Nate says, trying to assure Avery, keeping his eyes on her.
"Yeah," Avery replies. "She…uh…"
"She what?" Nate prods when she doesn't continue.
"I never told anyone this," Avery says, looking up at Nate. "Grate said she didn't die of cancer."
"What?" Nate asks, furrowing his eyebrows.
"When he kidnapped me. He said she didn't die of cancer," Avery repeats, "He said he killed her 'cause he couldn't have her going to the police."
Nate watches for a minute, seeing her eyes begin to water. He was slightly confused as to why she was telling him this. Then, it hit him.
"She could've still been alive," he says softly, his eyes softening as well, "She could've still had time to get better."
Avery nods her head, a tear escaping and trailing down her cheek.
"Have you told Eliot this?" Nate asks, raising his eyebrows. Avery shakes her head. Nate puts a hand on her shoulder and looks in her eyes. "As much as it's going to hurt, you need to talk to your dad about all this. Don't do what I did and ruin the one good thing you've got going for you."
Avery looks at him and nods her head, wiping her eyes once more. She puts the picture back in her folder and looks back at him.
"Thanks, Nate," Avery says, giving him a sad, but genuine, smile which Nate returns. He turns as he watches Avery exit the apartment, shutting the door behind her.
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