The Edge

Pairing; Toothless X Hiccup

Setting; Modern AU

Rating; M for Mature

Disclaimer; I do not own the HTTYD or any of the music that is used. Everything belongs to its original creator/artist!

18: Watched

=Trayden's POV=

[Monday, August 29th, 2016-2:45 pm]

Gods, I hated my father. I knew what he was doing, and I hated that it was doing precisely what he wanted it to do; control me. Ever since the night my dad showed up at The Edge and beat me up, he's been targeting the business to make me leave. The first time it happened was no more than a week after Harvey and his friends made up. I had the flu of all things after the 17th of July when Harvey told the story about the last four years since he's seen the gang. I woke up the day after with a higher fever, coughing, aches, pains, and so nauseous that I couldn't stand the smell of Harvey cooking our breakfast. Those five days were horrible, and the worst of the flu hit on day three, it tapered off by I fell asleep on the fourth day, then we used day five as a safe way to make sure I was over it. I was so happy to be better because I could get back to work with Harvey who had been filling in all my singing spots while I was out. However, upon returning to work, things began to change.

/Flashback/

Harvey and I were making our way downstairs to do the delivery truck, smiling and laughing about the fact we had Harvey's friends over to hang out on Sunday the 24th. Harvey and I got to meet Ford and Heather's son, Kyle, and then Daniel and Stephanie's daughter, Melanie who Ford and Heather were babysitting for the day. I was happy that my husband had his friends back in his life, he seemed a lot more content too. I had always known he missed them and hated they lost contact.

"You think we'll have kids?" I asked him as we opened the second door and entered the club.

"Well, for us to have them, it's a bit of a process to go through. And all that depends on which one we choose; surrogacy or adoption," Harvey replied gently. "Do you want children?"

"Eventually. I mean, we would have to make a lot of changes in our lives. Right now, we're a very active part of The Edge's nightly activities," I reminded.

"That was part of the processes I was referring to. It's not just deciding which method to use, Love. There is also figuring out the living situation, and the business, then all of the waiting to be approved, paperwork, so on and so forth," Harvey said.

"True. I'm in no rush, but you know, one day," I shrugged as Harvey nodded as he turned the alarm system off, and then we went to the entry doors to let in the morning crew for opening at 10 am. However, as I pushed open the door to let them in, I noticed they were all looking at something.

"What's wrong?" Harvey asked.

"I think you're going to want to see this, boss," one of the males said. Harvey stepped out and looked at what they were; I followed him and saw the same thing. I gasped and backed up understanding right away what it was, and I knew who put it there too. My father. On the sidewalk was a spray painting of the words; Homophobe Losers.

"Who would do something like this?" inquired a female server. I kept my mouth shut; I couldn't tell them it was my dad.

"Anyone who hates the lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender community," another informed as Harvey sighed, and I instantly felt terrible. My father had done this, to get back at me for what happened the night at the bar when Harvey put him in his place.

"No use drawing attention to it. I'll take care of this, the rest of you head inside to get started. Tray, why don't you handle the truck, and I'll come help when I'm done cleaning this," Harvey said. I nodded to him and walked inside with the others. I hoped this was the only time would happen because I didn't like how it felt to know my dad had vandalized the bar's property to extract revenge on me.

/End Flashback/

Sadly, that was not the only time it occurred. Two weeks following that gave Harvey eggs on the windows, and then more racial slurs against he and I. My father was targeting the bar to make me leave because he didn't want me to be happy. It was working too; I wasn't pleased with all of this going on, and each time it did, I watched Harvey get more and more upset about the cleanup. This had been going on all this time, now we're in the second week of September. My depression was back full force, and what was worse; Harvey still didn't know the truth about who was doing it because it never showed on camera. My father wasn't doing it, but he had friends who were. No matter what I did, I couldn't bring myself to tell my husband that all the expenses going into fixing the damage and vandalism were because of my dad.

I was being watched too; and I knew it because my dad's goons cornered me, telling me that it wouldn't stop until I did. That happened a week ago, and I knew what it meant. My father wanted me to leave Harvey, and The Edge. My dad didn't want me satisfied or happy. Harvey and I watched as the lines outside were smaller, and even inside didn't seem too full anymore. My father's attacks on The Edge were causing us to lose customers. Harvey put so much into this business, and my past was going to ruin it if I didn't do something. Unfortunately, I knew there was only one thing I could do. Runaway. Currently, Harvey and I were in the apartment getting ready for another night of work. How was I supposed to leave when Harvey and I were always together? I could say I was sick, and then go when Harvey went downstairs? Yeah, that could work.

"Tray, you ready?" Harvey called while I was in the bathroom. I needed something to make it seem like I was ill, but what? I could throw up, that would work. I moved near the toilet and stuck my fingers down my throat until I felt my lunch come up, I quickly pulled my fingers away and puked. "Babe?" he asked.

When the vomiting stopped, I took a few breaths and coughed. Okay, that sucked tremendously, now to play off the rest. "I don't think I'm gonna come in tonight, Harv. I don't…feel so good,"

"Let me in so I can make sure you're okay," Harvey said.

"It's unlocked," I told him as I was sitting on the floor, panting a bit and looking miserable when he walked in.

"Did it just start?" Harvey inquired as he crouched down beside me and felt my forehead, then cheeks. "You don't have a fever. What's bothering you?"

"My stomach," I replied with a hand over it. "And I'm tired," I added.

"Alright. You stay up here and get some rest, I'll take care of the club tonight and check on you," Harvey said. I nodded to him as he kissed my forehead and helped me up after flushing the toilet, then led me to the bedroom so I could lie down. Once in bed, Harvey brought me a water bottle, and then he said he'd be back in a few hours to see how I was doing. When Harvey left the apartment, I got up and packed my old backpack up with some clothes, then my personal care items. I moved through the sliding glass doors exit. Downstairs, I snuck out and headed down the street. I wasn't sure where I would go, but I knew that The Edge would be okay now that I was gone.

=Normal POV=

The Edge closed for the night as Harvey was tiredly making his way up the stairs; it had been so busy that he had to get behind the bar to help out Vinny and Robert, then he gave a hand in serving. All that plus each hour having to go up and sing with Trayden sick and unable to do it. Harvey broke up two fights, one involving the police have to remove two customers. Harvey wanted to see if Trayden was feeling better, then take a shower and get some much-needed sleep. Walking through the apartment door, Harvey flipped on the lights and looked around. Trayden wasn't in the living room, bathroom, or kitchen, so he must still be sleeping. Harvey made his way to the bedroom and opened the door quietly. After all, it was nearing 2 am, and Tray could be out for the night. Harvey used the flashlight on his phone to look around, and then he got worried.

Trayden wasn't in the bedroom.

Harvey flipped the lights on and looked around the room, and then he checked everywhere else. The car was still in the driveway, and Trayden was nowhere to be found. Harvey quickly called Trayden's cell phone, but there was no answer. It went right to voicemail, and soon after that, Harvey found Trayden's phone on the bedroom desk by the laptop with a note that said; Harvey. I'm sorry, but this is the only way to make it stop. All my love, Tray. Fear took over as Harvey wasn't sure what to do. What did Trayden's note mean?! Make what stop? Harvey was scared, and he did the only thing he could think to do; call the police and report his husband missing. Harvey grabbed his mobile again and dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" asked the male dispatcher.

"My husband is missing; he left a note about making it stop, and his pho-," Harvey began instantly until he stopped because the dispatcher cut him off.

"Okay, easy there. I need you to slow down and tell me what's going on," the man informed. Harvey took a deep breath before trying to collect his thoughts.

"My husband is missing. I left our apartment around 4 pm; he was upstairs sick and resting. I just got back upstairs, and he's gone. H-He left a note saying he was sorry but this was the only way to make it stop. His cell phone is here too…" Harvey explained.

"Alright. Have you tried calling anyone he knows to see if he might be with them?" the dispatcher offered.

"My husband doesn't talk to anyone, but our business staff and all of them were with me during the time he was alone. I-I don't even know when he left," Harvey said.

"What is your husband's name, sir?" the man inquired.

"Trayden Haddock," Harvey replied.

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do. I'm going to send two officers to your apartment to get information; we'll find him, Mr. Haddock," the dispatcher assured.

"Okay," Harvey replied. "The apartment is on the second floor of The Edge Bar & Nightclub. I-I'll be down there to let them inside," he added calmly.

"I'm sending them now; they should arrive in five to ten minutes," the person informed.

"Thank you," Harvey said, and then the call ended as Harvey tried to calm down a bit before going downstairs to let the officers in when they arrived.

[Three Days Later; 9/1/2016]

Trayden had been missing for three days, and by this point, Harvey had Andrew managing The Edge in his absence, and they all knew what happened. Sullivan and Victoria were over at Harvey's place trying to calm him down. Jamie, Samuel, and Seth knew what was going on too. However, the friends did not because Harvey asked to keep the situation quiet. Seth was with the group today as it was Sunday; their weekly hangout.

"What's up, Seth? You look like hell," Zack mentioned when Seth arrived after getting a cup of coffee from the counter.

"Family problems," Seth admitted; he knew Harvey said not to involve anyone else, but these people were friends, and if they knew then they would likely come out to show their support for Harvey. Seth sighed seeing their confused and curious faces. "Not with me. Trayden has been missing for three days, and Harvey's a mess. My parents, Harvey's and me have been over there as often as we can while the police are looking for Trayden,"

"What do you mean he's missing?" Heather wondered.

"Three days ago, Harvey went downstairs to work at 4 pm, but Trayden stayed upstairs because he was sick and had thrown up. Harvey returned around 2 am, and Trayden was gone. Harvey found a note from him saying 'Sorry, this is the only way to make it stop.' Harvey called the police, and they've been looking for Trayden since then," Seth explained.

"Oh, my Gods. Why would…Trayden just leave?" Roslyn asked.

"We don't know. Harvey told the cops that they hadn't had any fights, everything home life was fine, so was work aside from some minor vandalism problems by people who were bashing the gay community," Seth shrugged. "As far as Harvey thought, they were happy, but Trayden just up and left; leaving his phone at home,"

"We should go there, try to help all we can," Ford suggested.

"I agree," Ashley nodded.

"Let's go right now," Zack told them. The group paid for whatever they had already gotten, then left the place to get to the city for their friend.

[Harvey & Trayden's Apartment]

Seth reached the apartment door and knocked on it twice. Sullivan answered it with a sigh, then stepped aside to let them in. "How is he?"

"Miserable, worried, confused," Sullivan admitted. "I take it you told them?" Seth nodded. "That's good. Harvey could use the extra love and support right now," he closed his eyes. Getting in the apartment more, they saw an officer sitting on the couch next to Harvey, then Victoria on the other side.

"Mr. Haddock, is there anything you can think of as to why he would leave? Problems at home, work?" the officer asked.

"I already told you no. Trayden and I were fine; we never fought. I was happy, so was he, or at least I thought he was. The business is going great," Harvey replied.

"Does your husband have a history of running away?" the man wondered.

"No, but he does have a history of depression. Trayden was kicked out and disowned by his parents for being bisexual when he was sixteen," Harvey said.

"And you mentioned there being vandalism the last month or so; people bashing the lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender community. Could that have anything to do with why he left, son?" Victoria inquired.

"I don't know, maybe? Trayden seemed fine, Mom; that's why none of this makes sense to me. Why would he leave a note like he did?" Harvey asked.

"Harvey, what exactly did the note say?" Ashley asked now.

"Exact words were; Harvey. I'm sorry, but this is the only way to make it stop. All my love, Tray," Harvey repeated.

"All that vandalism started after the issues with his parents, didn't it? You were stressed out and getting frustrated with seeing everything. What if Trayden was too? Maybe he felt like it was his fault, so he left to make the attacks on the bar stop," Ford offered.

"We thought that might be the case too," Sullivan said now. "But there's no way to connect Drake Nyght and the vandalism together,"

"Ashley. You have that look on your face, the one where you have an idea," Harvey mentioned.

"I'm just thinking about something. Have you considered that Trayden knew it was his father doing it all, and that Trayden thought leaving was the only way to stop it?" Ashley asked as Harvey looked at her quickly. "Drake threatened you in the bar that night, said you would regret keeping Trayden away from him. Drake kicked Tray out of their house for being bisexual after suffering years of abuse and neglect, so to me, it seems like Drake doesn't want Tray to succeed, or be happy,

"Are you suggesting that Tray left to make his father stop attacking the bar?" Zack blinked.

"That's what I'm gathering from Trayden's note to Harvey. It doesn't say anything about being unhappy, that he still loves Harvey but he's sorry for leaving, but it's the only way to make it stop. The most significant problem was the vandalism that was frustrating Harvey, and it started after Harvey stuck up for Trayden that night. Drake said Harvey would regret getting in the way. Just adds up to me that Trayden left to make his father stop attacking The Edge," Ashley shrugged.

"Even with all that, though, we don't know where to find him. Trayden was homeless for four years, he knows how to hide," Victoria sighed closing her eyes. Ashley moved in front of Harvey now, crouching down and putting her hand on his.

"Harvey, look at me," Ashley said as Harvey removed his hands from his face, and he looked at her. "You love Trayden, right?"

"With my everything," Harvey nodded.

"And you know everything about him?" Ashley pressed.

"Yes," Harvey replied.

"Then close your eyes and think about everything he has told you; likes, dislikes, favorites, everything. You know more about Trayden than everyone here. More than the cops, more than his parents, yours, and even us. Trayden is YOUR husband, Harvey, and you're the only one who can find him. So think hard, and tell us where he is," Ashley encouraged. Harvey sighed, then took a deep breath as he closed his eyes and began thinking about everything Trayden and he ever talked about. Suddenly, his eyes widened.

/Flashback; April 2014/

"Harvey," Trayden said as they were sitting on the couch together.

"Hm?" Harvey looked at him with a smile.

"What's your favorite place in the world? Like, where would you go to just escape for a while that nobody else knows?" Trayden wondered. Harvey thought about it for a moment.

"Westerly, Rhode Island. It's beautiful from what I remember on vacations with my family," Harvey replied. "What about you, babe?"

"Archia Park. During my time being homeless, I spent a lot of it there. Past the Night Fury statue on the hill, there is this entrance to a cave behind some bushes that you can't see when you walk by. It's between two trees that cross one another. It's cool in the summer, warm in winter, even a park bench too. It was the perfect place to hide out," Trayden said.

/End Flashback/

Harvey rose to his feet quickly while grabbing his keys off the table. "Son of a bitch; I know where he is!" After that, Harvey rushed out of the apartment.

"Follow him," Sullivan said quickly as everyone got up and hurried out to trail Harvey who suddenly knew where to find his husband.

[Archia Park; The Night Fury statue]

Harvey parked his car, then hurried to the spot he remembered Trayden talking about. Harvey told the others to be quiet. "Tray?" Harvey asked. "Trayden. Are you in there?" At first, there was nothing, and then a moment later, there was a response.

"H-Har…v-vey?" came a choked up response. Harvey silently thanked the Gods as he pushed past the bushes and hurried inside to see his husband sitting against the wall on the ground with his knees pulled to his chest. Harvey could see that Trayden was crying hard, but quietly. "H-How did…you find me?"

"I remembered what you said about coming here to hide out when you were homeless. Why did you leave, Tray? Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" Harvey asked as he hurried to Trayden's side to hold him tightly. Thankfully, it wasn't dark at all in the cave.

"I-I couldn't…stand to see all your hard work…with The Edge be wasted because…my father…was sending people to vandalize it," Trayden cried. Harvey froze a moment, so Drake was behind it! "T-They…cornered me, and said…it…wouldn't stop until I left. I was scared because they…were following me. As long…as I'm alive…I'll never be free of him, I'll never be safe! I just wanted to be happy, and I can't because of him!" Trayden sobbed now holding himself tighter.

"Trayden, stop. It will be okay. You're safe with me, as I've always promised you would and will continue to be. I don't care about what happened to the bar! I can clean it and rebuild if necessary. That is just business! You are my husband, and I care a lot more about you than The Edge! I wouldn't have that place without you because you stood by me through it all. And I will stand by you through this," Harvey informed quickly.

"Just let me die, Harvey," Trayden whimpered out as Harvey's eyes widened. "I'm so tired of it all; things will never be okay, and it's easier if I'm dead. You deserve better than…me," Trayden lowered his head as Harvey noticed the light reflecting off something on the ground by Trayden. Harvey got a closer look to see that it was a knife, and there was blood on it. Harvey quickly checked Trayden's arms, and he gasped with worry seeing the cuts there. "Please…I just want to die. I don't wish to…to be here anymore!" Trayden yelled out as he began to cry more, rocking himself back and forth, slamming his head into the rock wall.

It broke Harvey's heart to see his husband at such a low state, and it was because of Drake. Harvey swallowed his fear as he grabbed Trayden tightly, and held him so he couldn't hurt himself any further. "Ssh. Ssh, it's alright. I'm here now. Harvey's here now; your best friend and husband. It's going to be okay, just settle down, my love," Harvey soothed while rocking Trayden with his figure. Trayden continued to cry hard as the others had come inside to hear what the commotion was all about, and they saw the state Trayden was in. Before anyone could try to ask what was happening, Harvey just gave them a look that said; don't ask, and for them to remain quiet. Out of respect, the friends and family did so. For nearly fifteen minutes, Trayden sobbed hard just wanting to die, and Harvey would tell him that Drake was not worth it for Trayden to give up his life. Finally, Trayden's sobs turned to whimpers, then he was quiet with his eyes closed. Harvey checked Trayden to see he had fallen asleep on him. "Call an ambulance," he told the police officers who had come when Harvey said he knew how to find Trayden.

"B-But why, son? Is he hurt?" Victoria asked.

"Weren't you listening to him the past twenty minutes? Trayden has been hysterical in tears and wanting to die all because of his father. Trayden's been cutting," Harvey informed quietly.

"Are you saying you want him on a suicide watch?" Zack asked.

"Of course, I don't! But what choice do I have? For nearly a half hour, he's been crying and begging to die! And he was cutting himself. Thor only knows what could have happened if he wasn't found! Trayden has had depression for years, but it's never been this bad. I want him to be alright and alive. Right now, I don't trust that as soon as he wakes up to try and run again, or attempt to kill himself. I'm his husband; I have power of attorney, and my decision is for him to be admitted to the hospital for a suicide watch, to get evaluated, and stabilized," Harvey stated. This was the last thing Harvey ever wanted to do, but he knew that Trayden desperately needed the help and to be closely watched.