Haven Fic: Connive [Jordan & Dwight]
Author: siricerasi
Fandom: Haven
Characters/pairings: Jordan McKee + Dwight Hendrickson
Rating: T
Word count: 512
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Through 3.10 (Burned)
Story Summary: CONNIVE: to engage in secret scheming; conspire
Author's Notes: Written for hc-bingo prompt "undeserved reputation". Because I feel bad for Jordan, no matter how creepy she was in this ep.
Jordan keeps it together as she stalks out of the station, down the steps to… she doesn’t have a car here. Of course she doesn’t.
“Jordan.” It’s Dwight, sitting in his truck like he was waiting for her, and then she loses it. Feels her legs start shaking as she turns away, then Dwight’s voice again. “Jordan, just get in the car.”
She does, because she doesn’t know what else to fucking do.
She leans her head back against the sit, feels his eyes on her even with hers closed. “What happened?” he asks quietly. She finds herself smiling, mirthlessly.
“Things… didn’t go well.”
“Yeah, I figured that part out. Nathan told me what happened.” That name… that name sends her over the edge.
“Then why are you asking me?” she snaps, pulling on the car door, but Dwight’s already locked it and she’s too bone-weary to try any harder.
“A little girl, Jordan?” His voice cracks the slightest bit and she remembers his daughter with a pang of guilt. “I knew you were committed, but this?”
She’s not sure if she wants to kill him or herself, bows her head to rest against the dashboard. “Grady is dead,” she states, like it somehow explains everything. There’s still a hole in her chest from that, one that nothing seems to fill. “I watched Adam stab himself in the gut because Ginger told him to. I have lost too much to let this…” To let one person ruin so many lives. To let the Troubles go on forever.
(She’s already lost Nathan, though, so what does any of it matter?)
“Audrey’s not Lucy,” Dwight says quietly. “If she knows that she can stop the Troubles by going into the barn, she’ll do it. She wants to help the Troubled as much as you do. None of this was necessary.” Yeah, she’d already figured that out. Actually, she’d known it all along. But she’d had orders, from people who know a hell of a lot more about this town than she does.
Still, she knows Audrey. She’s seen Audrey risk her life to help the Troubled. And Nathan… Nathan trusts Audrey. Maybe Jordan should’ve done the same.
“We weren’t going to hurt her,” she whispers to Dwight, because it seems important somehow. Dwight sighs.
“No, just use her.”
Jordan glares up at him, can hear something of Nathan is his voice. “We all use each other in this town,” she states coldly. Even Nathan. Especially Nathan. For all that he’s condemned her, he was using her just as blatantly to get at the Guard. Audrey had used Moira to bring him back. They all use each other; Jordan just doesn’t have a badge, doesn’t hide behind rules and excuses to explain her actions. She knows exactly who she is, what she’s doing, why she’s doing it. (Except trusting Nathan, wanting Nathan, loving Nathan…)
Dwight doesn’t answer that, just turns the key in the ignition. “I’ll take you home.”
(She doesn’t know why, she doesn’t know how, but she knows he’s only using her too.)
Fandom: Haven
Characters/pairings: Jordan McKee + Dwight Hendrickson
Rating: T
Word count: 512
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Through 3.10 (Burned)
Story Summary: CONNIVE: to engage in secret scheming; conspire
Author's Notes: Written for hc-bingo prompt "undeserved reputation". Because I feel bad for Jordan, no matter how creepy she was in this ep.
Jordan keeps it together as she stalks out of the station, down the steps to… she doesn’t have a car here. Of course she doesn’t.
“Jordan.” It’s Dwight, sitting in his truck like he was waiting for her, and then she loses it. Feels her legs start shaking as she turns away, then Dwight’s voice again. “Jordan, just get in the car.”
She does, because she doesn’t know what else to fucking do.
She leans her head back against the sit, feels his eyes on her even with hers closed. “What happened?” he asks quietly. She finds herself smiling, mirthlessly.
“Things… didn’t go well.”
“Yeah, I figured that part out. Nathan told me what happened.” That name… that name sends her over the edge.
“Then why are you asking me?” she snaps, pulling on the car door, but Dwight’s already locked it and she’s too bone-weary to try any harder.
“A little girl, Jordan?” His voice cracks the slightest bit and she remembers his daughter with a pang of guilt. “I knew you were committed, but this?”
She’s not sure if she wants to kill him or herself, bows her head to rest against the dashboard. “Grady is dead,” she states, like it somehow explains everything. There’s still a hole in her chest from that, one that nothing seems to fill. “I watched Adam stab himself in the gut because Ginger told him to. I have lost too much to let this…” To let one person ruin so many lives. To let the Troubles go on forever.
(She’s already lost Nathan, though, so what does any of it matter?)
“Audrey’s not Lucy,” Dwight says quietly. “If she knows that she can stop the Troubles by going into the barn, she’ll do it. She wants to help the Troubled as much as you do. None of this was necessary.” Yeah, she’d already figured that out. Actually, she’d known it all along. But she’d had orders, from people who know a hell of a lot more about this town than she does.
Still, she knows Audrey. She’s seen Audrey risk her life to help the Troubled. And Nathan… Nathan trusts Audrey. Maybe Jordan should’ve done the same.
“We weren’t going to hurt her,” she whispers to Dwight, because it seems important somehow. Dwight sighs.
“No, just use her.”
Jordan glares up at him, can hear something of Nathan is his voice. “We all use each other in this town,” she states coldly. Even Nathan. Especially Nathan. For all that he’s condemned her, he was using her just as blatantly to get at the Guard. Audrey had used Moira to bring him back. They all use each other; Jordan just doesn’t have a badge, doesn’t hide behind rules and excuses to explain her actions. She knows exactly who she is, what she’s doing, why she’s doing it. (Except trusting Nathan, wanting Nathan, loving Nathan…)
Dwight doesn’t answer that, just turns the key in the ignition. “I’ll take you home.”
(She doesn’t know why, she doesn’t know how, but she knows he’s only using her too.)