Sides. Wars. A battle in Haven raging just beneath the surface. On one side, the Troubled.
On the other ––
(The Rev, collapsing. Hole in his chest. All his empty soul leaking out.
Parker, gun smoking.
Colleen, trusting hand inches from the husband who could kill her with a touch. Saying: for better or worse.
When it's worse. And worse. And worse. But they still get through it together.)
His phone chimes, breaking the circling thoughts. Anchors him back in an intention that feels like months ago. Years. A lifetime.
Looking at her, hands in her pockets. She's given her whole self to this place. This job. These people.
She never hesitated to pick a side.
It jerks him back into action, searching for a piece of paper and a pen in his pocket, scribbling the address that had popped up on his phone's screen as the car's engine starts and the sound of her boots is muffled in the crunch of tires on gravel.
He's no good at hiding things from her, but he tries for a moment, anyhow, blocks the address with his body, looks over his shoulder at her before turning more fully. Phone and pen tucking into his back pocket as they watch the SUV turn down the drive and disappear past the dark green trees.
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Sides. Wars. A battle in Haven raging just beneath the surface. On one side, the Troubled.
On the other ––
(The Rev, collapsing. Hole in his chest. All his empty soul leaking out.
Parker, gun smoking.
Colleen, trusting hand inches from the husband who could kill her with a touch. Saying: for better or worse.
When it's worse. And worse. And worse. But they still get through it together.)
His phone chimes, breaking the circling thoughts. Anchors him back in an intention that feels like months ago. Years. A lifetime.
Looking at her, hands in her pockets. She's given her whole self to this place. This job. These people.
She never hesitated to pick a side.
It jerks him back into action, searching for a piece of paper and a pen in his pocket, scribbling the address that had popped up on his phone's screen as the car's engine starts and the sound of her boots is muffled in the crunch of tires on gravel.
He's no good at hiding things from her, but he tries for a moment, anyhow, blocks the address with his body, looks over his shoulder at her before turning more fully. Phone and pen tucking into his back pocket as they watch the SUV turn down the drive and disappear past the dark green trees.