Hey guys, so I became obsessed with this show The OA during the lockdown Pandemic. I absolutely was not expecting to enjoy it as it is strange and different, but I fell in love! I am a fan of Jason Isaacs in anything tbh, I mean who didn't fall in love with him when he was Captain Hook or Lucious Malfoy?! A villain with a heart-type of character he plays so well. While I don't think Hap as a true villain, a man obsessed and determined that turns him into the angel of death basically. The show may have ended (too early for my taste) but that is why we have fanfics! This story will go into some pretty extreme stuff, sex, violence, captivity, depression, aggression, forced acts, and of course lots of smut. I literally wrote over 200 pages front to back in a notebook before deciding to type it up. I find I get more out of me writing it than once I type it, I can add more detail, like a rough draft. I'm not done with this story I have an idea in mind with how I want it to end, but it may change, it's a weird show and I give all credit to Brit Marling and Zal Batmanglij, all characters in the show belong to them.
This story will pick up after Prairie first tried to run away and Hap hit her in the back of the head. I will pick and choose from the 2 seasons adding to my story. I love the dynamics of Prairie and Hap, so clearly there will be a love triangle happening with Homer, Prairie, and Hap! I will be changing from POV almost every chapter because I feel like we need to see both viewpoints!
Enjoy~ E
The Beginning
Hap watched over her frantically, he had just placed her down on his bed. Her body had felt so light in his arms when he carried her. He was so nervous that he didn't even feel excited to be holding her close to him. How he wished since he first met her to have her in his arms. No, he only felt anxious. He hadn't meant to hit her that hard, but he wasn't thinking straight when she pushed him down the stairs and ran. She ran almost right off into the mine. When he had caught up to her she had been standing right on the edge, so close to falling, she would've died and he wouldn't have been able to save her. But it seems by his actions he might have been the cause for her death…
He had worked fast stopping the bleeding and the back of her head at the moment. It had been about 10 minutes before he felt her pulse return, he felt his chest relax and a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding in and released. Relief flooded his face seeing her chest rise and fall slowly, for two reasons; she was important to his research, with finding out what happened after we died if there was an afterlife. The second reason, she was important to him…a selfish reason. He knew that, but still, he couldn't help but feel a pull towards her…a draw he couldn't fight.
From the first moment, he had heard her play, touching her hands when they shared a meal, seeing her smile when she listened to his heartbeat. The way she was comfortable around him, a stranger. She willingly went with him, and she went with a smile. For the first time, it hurt him having her come back with him, unlike the others he brought back. Very little guilt he felt when taking them back, but with her…he had almost stopped her from coming.
She had trusted him…and he had betrayed her…he watched her unconscious in his bed. Making sure she wasn't going to die. Thankful no one was there to witness how he looked…guilty. It had always been easy for him to push that guilt away before her, his work was his drive, his obsession. Ever since that day in the OR when he'd heard that sound, it was his life, to understand what was beyond after we died, if there was something more. Nothing had stopped him from pursuing that, but when he looked at her, her beautiful face he felt that crumble, a part of him just wanting her... only her not his work.
Hell, he'd treated her different since the beginning, she touched a piece of his humanity he thought long had died. Allowed her to be upstairs, to feel the sun on her face, smell the fresh air. Watched as she held a knife that could've easily tried to kill him, but to his surprise, she made him a sandwich, she'd refused to eat unless the others as well would get the same food. He had easily caved and left her to make sandwiches for them all, just so she could eat. Showing the others how weak he was to her. And it should've stopped there, he knew better than to continue.
But he allowed her back upstairs to cook and clean for him. He felt such an ease with her presence like nothing he had ever felt before. When he would get frustrated with his work all he had to do was to just look up and see her and his frustration would ease by just watching her. She was beautiful, long blonde hair that reminded him of moonlight, creamy ivory skin, soft pink lips, starlight blue eyes that he swore could see the real him.
She never flinched from his touch, and he used every excuse to touch her. Whether it be to help her walking, guiding her around the kitchen, up and down the stairs, or by brushing by her. Small touches he only allowed himself to give in to. Even now with her lying in his bed he was touching her, he had his hand on her ankle, rubbing his thumb across her dirty skin, wishing even now to touch every inch of her.
Prairie felt the pullback to consciousness, her ears ringing, headbanging. Squinting her eyes she opened them slowly, there was a blinding light hurting her sensitive eyes. She lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the light.
'Why is it so bright?' She thought.
Groaning and turning her face away from the brightness, she was met with a sharp pain from the back of her head making her cry out softly in pain. Closing her eyes again.
"Take it easy, easy Prairie," a familiar voice told her.
She next felt a gentle hand lifting her head before a cooling feel ran through her body. An ice pack she realized. It helped soothe the burning pain, helping her gain more focus.
"I didn't mean to strike you that hard…you were gone for about 10 minutes Prairie…" the voice spoke to her.
The feel of the ice pack dulling the ringing in her ears and the drumming in her head trying again slowly opening her eyes. She expected to see the familiar darkness of being blind but was surprised when instead she was able to see a dark shade of grey on everything. It was strange…
"I thought I had lost you…" the voice spoke softly.
Turning her head to the side of her, towards the sound of the voice Prairie felt her heart stop. She was able to see the face of the voice…Hap. The man who had imprisoned her, Scott, Rachel, and Homer. She felt instant shame when she looked at him because she first noticed how he was attractive. Dark short black hair, piercing forget-me-not blue eyes, long defined nose, thin lips. A face that could easily charm a woman. His voice fit his face nicely, she had imagined the first time she first heard his voice in the train station that he was handsome. And now seeing him now for the first time she was correct…he was handsome.
"I'm glad you are recovering" he spoke in a soft tone.
Blinking fast making sure she was truly seeing him she ran her eyes around her surroundings but what still only seeing a dark grayish void…like light trying to pierce the darkest night but unable to fully shine through…only when her eyes fell on him was she able to see him. He was looking at her, worry on his face.
"What happened?" She asked in a strained hoarse voice.
Closing her eyes again so she wouldn't be looking at him, she soon felt his hand on her wrist, measuring her pulse.
"When you had run for it, you stood on the edge of the mine…I-I panicked and hit the back of your head… too hard and you died, you were dead for 10 minutes," Hap told her.
Focusing back to that moment Prairie remembered what had happened…her dream, her NDE. She had seen Khatun again, given the choice to once again stay or go back. Seeing her father for the first time again, confirming he had really died all those years ago…swallowing a bird…
"Prairie what did you see? What type of experience did you have?" Had asked her running his hand over her forehead pushing pack her hair.
"Take me back downstairs…I'm tired" she pleaded not wanting to see him.
She felt him remove his hand on her forehead only to place it on her cheek lightly.
"I can't do that; you need time to recover. I need to monitor you" he told her.
Fear crept in her, panic arising. She couldn't be up here with him…being able to see him…no she needed to be back downstairs with her friends…she couldn't be separated from them...
"No please…. take me back. I can't be away from them…I haven't been away from them in so long. I need them!" She pleaded feeling her throat constrict holding back the tears that prickled her closed eyes. But it was no good, she felt the tears fall down her cheeks.
"Prairie please calm down. This isn't good for your injury. Calm down" Hap pleaded softly to her.
His thumb came up wiping away the tears gently from her face. A tender act from her capture the man who had almost killed her. Even still a part of her wanted to give in to the gentle act, to expect his touch, to lean into his hand welcoming the comfort. But she couldn't.
"Please…. Hap" she begged.
His hand strayed on her cheek before slowly moving to rest on the side of her throat, she felt her pulse quicken at the act.
"Not yet, Prairie, you need to recover first, then we need to talk about what saw, I need to make sure you are okay…before letting you out of my sight again. "
Not what she wanted to hear, she didn't want to be held up here with him, sure not being locked up downstairs wasn't ideal, but now she was locked up here with him…she didn't have homer here with her…she hadn't slept alone by herself in a while. Despite the protest from her injury, she pushed past the pain rolling to her side, away from his touch, with her back towards him.
Hap had left her alone after she had turned away from him, clearly not happy with having to stay up here with him. A painful rejection that he couldn't fully push away from his mind. He understood why she wanted to be away from him, but he couldn't understand her wanting to go back downstairs, instead of being able to sleep in a nice warm bed. Walking into his office area he sat down in his chair looking at his screens, he saw Rachel sitting in the corner or her bed, knees to chest hugging herself. Scott was sitting in the floor, back against his wall playing with a leaf from his plants. A few of his plants knocked over, in frustration perhaps.
Turning finally his eyes over it the last individual, Homer was lying in bed facing the glass wall he shares with Prairie. Hand on the glass as if trying to reach out to her. Taking off his glasses he pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling frustration and tiredness consume him. He turned away from his screens, a growing seed of jealousy had been in the back of his mind with that boy. He knew one of the main reasons she wanted to return back downstairs was to be near Homer. She'd rather be trapped in a box than up here with him…
Leaning back in his chair feeling the weight off all the emotions of that day hitting him like a wave. It was stupid to grow an attachment to her, but he couldn't help it. He felt their lives were destined to do something extraordinary together. They would transcend what people thought of death and the afterlife.
"Damnit Prairie" cursing out loud only to himself.
This wasn't a smart thing to do, to keep her up here, close to him. he was breaking every rule; getting attached. He should've taken her back downstairs once she woke up, hell she practically begged to go back down. Why did he refuse her? A question he once again knew the answer to, selfishness. How could he stop himself from his dark desires he had kept at bay with having her downstairs, away from him.
"Fuck" He cursed at himself out loud.
Prairie couldn't fight the sleep that came to her. Heavy eyes beckoning her to sleep, and she welcomed it. To allow herself to feel comfortable lying in a soft bed, with pillows, and blankets. She would give in to the weakness, she needed to sleep, to gain strength back, to heal from her injury so she could return back to them, back to Homer. She had to tell him everything, she needed to know if she could see him as well. She prayed with every bit of her soul she would be able to see him, the boy she loves.
Sinking lower into the bed, trying to not think too hard that she was enjoying it, enjoying sleeping in his bed…she knew it was his. It smelled just like him, mint, pine trees, and a faint lingering smell of tobacco. She would never admit it out loud but she enjoyed the smell, it was calming, giving her a false sense of comfort. Soon she fell asleep to the memory of being able to see him…he had looked so happy to see she was alright…falling asleep to the thought of his piercing blue eyes, unaware those eyes were watching her.
