A/N: Hey guys. I apologize for the wait on this chapter, school and works been a downer. I know it may be a little out of character and I apologize, I'll try and get it fixed if I can figure out how. I'd love to hear what you guys think; reviews are always fantastic and very much loved!
Disclaimer: I do not own Haven.
Nathan knew he had Dave when he mentioned being able to bring Audrey back. It became clear that Dave had no intentions of letting Audrey go into the barn when he showed up.
"No one knows how to bring back the barn, how could you-" Dave stopped shaking his head, his expression suddenly unsure. There was almost something sad in it. Nathan thought he looked like he had lost something in gaining this piece of information. Was it just defeat? The fact that Nathan had found out something the Teagues brothers weren't able to uncover before him? Nathan wasn't really sure, but the moment of wonder lasted only a moment before Nathan pushed on. He didn't have time to waste like this.
"No one you knew was driving," Nathan said cryptically giving Dave a taste of his own medicine. He wasn't sure if he should tell Dave everything. He wasn't sure how the man would react and he knew he could trust the Teagues; to an extent. How far that trust would extend Nathan wasn't sure, but he wasn't ready to test the waters yet. He wasn't yet that desperate.
"Look, just trust that I can bring it back ok?" He asked imploring Dave to listen to him. If he couldn't be was just going to have to figure out how to get Dwight to help him. He knew there would be no question from the giant of a man. He was sure if anyone could get him out in no time, it was Dwight.
"Alright, stay here," Dave finally conceded. Nathan did a mental jig; he hadn't actually expected any of that to work. He had half expected Dave to tell him he was crazy and that there was nothing Nathan could do to bring the barn back. That he would chastise him and make him lie down and shut up. But this was Haven... or rather, they were from Haven. They both knew better than most that strange things happened all the time, usually when you least expected it.
He had a good feeling. Dave was good at convincing people to do what he wanted, he had done it to Nathan once or twice and the man hadn't even blinked. He had mindlessly followed what he had been told at one time. Feeling good, than heaved himself back up into a standing position and started looking around his room. His clothes had to be there somewhere. There was no way he was going to go running out of the Hospital in just a pair of pants and a Johnny shirt, not when he was going to be willingly let go.
As he was bent over looking in the drawer of his table, he heard the sound of footsteps. "That was quick," he said as he stood up in defeat and turned around. His face fell a little when he noticed that the footsteps weren't Dave, but were in fact that of the raven haired nurse who had only a short time ago been pushing him back towards his bed and making him sit down. "What are you doing up again?" she almost growled it, and Nathan found himself wanting to see Dave coming through that door with his discharge papers more than anything in the world at that moment. "Leaving," Nathan finally answered as he noticed the nurse wasn't letting up. He didn't have time for this Goddamnit! He didn't give her any time to respond to that, and returned to his search for his clothing.
"You. Need. To. Rest." Nathan heard her say, this time she sounded closer. He turned to see a hand resting on his exposed shoulder and rolled his eyes and shrugged it off. He could only assume it was some sort of doctor thing, which they attempted skin to skin contact in order to try and make some sort of connection with their patients. Of course, this didn't work on him. Strangely, she should have known that. He was sure the fact that he had idiopathic neuropathy was in his file, it had to be, along with all his MRI's and everything else that would prove the fact that he felt nothing.
"So what do you say? Lay down?" she asked, there was almost a purr in her voice now and Nathan's face scrunched up and stared at her hand, seeing it rubbing his shoulder. Even though he couldn't feel her hand there, the whole situation made him feel uncomfortable, he shot his hand out to grab hers, throwing it off his shoulder and turned to stand tall before her again. "Don't touch me," he growled. He was mad and it showed, though the look of surprise on her face made Nathan's brow furrow. She didn't seem to be surprised by his outburst. It looked like there as something else, what that might have been, he wasn't sure. It didn't matter though because it only took a moment and the expression was gone and she just looked mad again, her hands placed firmly back on her hips.
"You aren't leaving. You're going to stay here until I decide you are better, and the more you fight the longer I keep you," her tone was firm and Nathan almost found himself rolling his eyes. Some people would just never understand that he really didn't need to be treated like other people, he was different, he was troubled. He just wished he was in Haven so all that would be all too clear. People who worked in the hospitals knew about him and his trouble and he got away with so much, he wasn't sure what to do about these Camden people. They just didn't get it. It just made him want to get out of there even more.
"Here we- oh." Dave's voice came through the door. Nathan looked towards him seeing that he was holding what he imagined were his discharge papers in one hand, held up like he had been waving them around when he walked in, though the man's eyes were glue to the doctor. "Great," Nathan said, breaking the older man's surprised trance and walking around the nurse and reaching to snatch the papers from Dave's hand. "You can't leave," the nurse's voice seemed to have gone up a few octaves, though Nathan was unsure why. He didn't even bother to comment and he moved to the table and started to fill out the papers with the pen he had snatched from Dave's other hand.
He was just about done when suddenly the papers were ripped away from him and before he could react, the sound of paper being ripped filled the room. Nathan didn't think there was ever a time in his life he hated someone more than Duke Crocker, until now. He couldn't even get himself to react; he blinked a few times before fisting his hands and slamming them on the table. "The Hell are you doing?" he roared, she was wasting his time and the more time he wasted was more time he spent away from his Audrey and his son. The son he only just found out about.
"I told you. You aren't leaving," and with that, she left the room, again closing the door behind her. Nathan stared at Dave, his mouth hung open. "Why do I feel like we're suddenly hostages?" Dave asked pulling at the collar of his button down, he looked uneasy and Nathan shook with fury. "Better question is why would she want us hostage?" Nathan mused, unable to drag his eyes from the door.