Title: Dozen and One

Summary: Thirteen little add ons, one for each episode in season 3

Disclaimer: Don't own nothing per usual.

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She's cold.

She's not supposed to be here.

Those two thoughts occupy her weary, half conscious mind.

She can tell night has fallen, there's an owl hooting somewhere outside.

As her headache is slowly ebbing away, she conjures plans.

There's fire and shards and blood on her wrists.

Later, when Nathan leads her away, she's still cold.

And she wasn't supposed to be here.

Palm of your hand

She has a dog, a real honest to God dog.

Right now, he's fast asleep on a pile of blankets while she gets ready.

Nathan will be here, later. To walk the dog, officially.

But non officially, to make up for that night they never had.

Little does she know, for the night that might not ever come now.

Sacrifice

He'd do anything for her.

It's a strange thing to realise, in the middle of a cold forest.

Harry Nix dies, and he watches.

Later, at the Gull, he curses her for it.

Gloves

Jordan McKee keeps men at a distance.

She's safer that way, and they're definitely safer that way.

But when the Chief of Police saunters into the bar and takes an interest in her, safety is the last thing on her mind.

He grabs her wrist, and nothing happens.

No pain, no writhing, no swearing.

For a little while, she lets herself believe that fate might actually be on her side this time.

Night

He could spend all night watching her sleep.

The thought seemingly comes out of nowhere, overwhelms him a little.

So while she sleeps, he says those words he can't tell her while looking her in the eye.

„Goodnight, Audrey Parker"

Reflect

Lucy Ripley has a thing for old houses.

She believes that houses, like humans, have a soul that stays behind when the people leave.

This soul though, she can feel it.

In the mirrors, in the intercoms. In the teasing voice that follows them everywhere.

"You know so very little, Lucy Ripley. Just you wait and see."

Reveal

June Cogan has one clear memory.

One autumn day, long ago, a woman and her infant son came to their house.

She stayed a few days, then left her son behind and never came back.

Such pretty hair, such pretty eyes.

Sarah, her name was. The woman who vanished.

Straw

He finds her on the deck of the Gull.

The party is still going below, and he hadn't noticed she'd gone until he thought to buy her a drink.

She's clutching a pink monstrosity with a straw, high in sugar and alcohol.

He sits down beside her, and she offers it to him.

The sugar rushes to his brain, causing a head ache he doesn't feel.

She reaches for him, for the space where the bullet entered his chest.

„Doesn't hurt."

She pulls back, looking at her fingertips.

„Yes, it does."

Yearn

He tells her he's never coming back, to keep everyone safe.

But in truth, the urge to try never goes away.

He wonders what it would be like. Being with her. Living with her.

Knowing what he knows now, he almost dials Stuart Mosley's number. He almost gives in.

Run

Jordan has heard the legend of Lucy Ripley many times growing up.

About her ardent refusal to go into the Barn, about the strange man dead on the beach.

Jordan knows something nobody else knows.

She watched, 27 years ago, from the woods. Her father and his friends, holding a gun to her head while leading her to the Barn.

Later, he told her that that's what happened to bad girls trying to escape their fate.

Overdue

Three months.

They've flown by, Audrey thinks.

The thought of how she spent those months is enough to bring her to tears.

She could have been with him, he could have been here tonight.

He should be here tonight.

She dials his number, says what she's been wanting to say.

And she hopes it's not too late.

Dance

If she gets wiped tomorrow, then this will be the memory she wants to hold on to.

Safe in his arms, in the middle of a high school gym, dancing to a cheesy love song.

She wants it to last forever, this dance.

She wants another one after this.

Almost, in that split second before hell breaks loose, she wants to lay her head against his chest.

Tomorrow

There is no tomorrow.

Nathan stands shell shocked on the grass for hours, until the Teagues lead him away.

He looks at them, at their weary faces.

Vince loved Sarah, Vince lost Sarah.

Sometime, when tomorrow does come, he'll ask how he got through it.

But in Nathan's grieving mind, tomorrow doesn't exist.