Angst Bingo - Virginity
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theroadhouseTitle: The Father Confesses
Author:telaryn
Word Count: 603
Fandom: Leverage/BTVS
Characters: Nate & Father Paul
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit obtained.
Summary: After discovering that Faith is his biological daughter, Nate goes to confront an old friend about keeping the secret.
Author's Note: Written forangst_bingo, for the prompt "virginity". In "The Ties That Bind Job" 'verse, this story would be set within days of the initial tale.
The stillness of the church touched a place in Nate’s soul that he thought had died with Sam. In spite of his cynicism, and his inability to cede control of his life to God, there was peace here – peace Nate had never known anywhere else.
“This is a surprise.” Startled, Nate’s fingers tightened on the envelope he’d been turning obsessively in his hands.
“Hello Paul.” He tried smiling at his old friend, but the effort fell short.
The priest sobered, taking a seat in the pew, next to Nate. “That is the look of a troubled man. What’s going on?”
Feeling extremely vulnerable all of a sudden, Nate passed the envelope to the priest. “I met Faith,” he said, as Paul pulled out the contents and began to read.
His friend looked up sharply. “How? Nate…”
“You lied to me, Paul.” Sick at heart, Nate knew he was right. There was no way Paul hadn’t known what was going on once Nate had been shipped off to boarding school. “You knew Ellie was pregnant, and you knew the child was mine.”
The priest carefully refolded the DNA report proving his paternity, slid it back in the envelope, and passed it back to Nate. “What was I supposed to do, Nate? She swore me to secrecy when she found out. You were gone, and Jimmy had made it very clear you weren’t coming back.”
All of which was true. Nate had no good argument to refute it – but the part of his soul that still mourned everything God had cheated him out of when it came to Ellie and his daughter couldn’t let the matter entirely drop. “What about Belmont?” he asked, his voice thick with unshed grief. “You knew I recognized her.”
Paul smiled bitterly. “The damage was done by that point. Besides, you had the evidence right in front of you when you chose to break into the patient files, and you looked the other way. What was I going to accomplish by forcing you to take on something like that?”
True again. “She was my first love, Paul,” he said. The other man reached out and gripped his shoulder reassuringly. “I should have fought harder. I should have found the strength to defy my father.”
“You were sixteen years old, Nate. Ellie was fifteen.”
“It’s my fault she ended up dead of a drug overdose before she was thirty! You know how many times Gable bragged about making her his bitch. When I think about Faith growing up with that as the closest thing she had as a father…”
One day he would do the math and figure out exactly when he and Ellie had conceived their daughter. Now, all he could think about was the first time they’d made love – and how much promise life had seemed to hold that winter afternoon in the storeroom of McRory’s bar. How did it all go so horribly, terribly wrong?
“Does she want a relationship with you?”
Nate huffed out a quiet breath. “I think so. I’m making provisions for her regardless. A trust fund, and then of course she’ll inherit the bulk of my estate.” He glanced at his friend. “Maggie’s getting a third.”
Paul was quiet for a moment. “Do you have any feelings for this girl beyond your own guilt Nate?”
He smiled, reaching out to pat Paul’s thigh. “She’s a miracle, Paul. I know you don’t believe in them, but I don’t know any better way to explain it.”
“That’s good,” Paul said, returning Nate’s smile. “It’s something, at least.”
Nate tried to agree, but the words wouldn’t come.
Author:
telarynWord Count: 603
Fandom: Leverage/BTVS
Characters: Nate & Father Paul
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit obtained.
Summary: After discovering that Faith is his biological daughter, Nate goes to confront an old friend about keeping the secret.
Author's Note: Written for
angst_bingo, for the prompt "virginity". In "The Ties That Bind Job" 'verse, this story would be set within days of the initial tale.The stillness of the church touched a place in Nate’s soul that he thought had died with Sam. In spite of his cynicism, and his inability to cede control of his life to God, there was peace here – peace Nate had never known anywhere else.
“This is a surprise.” Startled, Nate’s fingers tightened on the envelope he’d been turning obsessively in his hands.
“Hello Paul.” He tried smiling at his old friend, but the effort fell short.
The priest sobered, taking a seat in the pew, next to Nate. “That is the look of a troubled man. What’s going on?”
Feeling extremely vulnerable all of a sudden, Nate passed the envelope to the priest. “I met Faith,” he said, as Paul pulled out the contents and began to read.
His friend looked up sharply. “How? Nate…”
“You lied to me, Paul.” Sick at heart, Nate knew he was right. There was no way Paul hadn’t known what was going on once Nate had been shipped off to boarding school. “You knew Ellie was pregnant, and you knew the child was mine.”
The priest carefully refolded the DNA report proving his paternity, slid it back in the envelope, and passed it back to Nate. “What was I supposed to do, Nate? She swore me to secrecy when she found out. You were gone, and Jimmy had made it very clear you weren’t coming back.”
All of which was true. Nate had no good argument to refute it – but the part of his soul that still mourned everything God had cheated him out of when it came to Ellie and his daughter couldn’t let the matter entirely drop. “What about Belmont?” he asked, his voice thick with unshed grief. “You knew I recognized her.”
Paul smiled bitterly. “The damage was done by that point. Besides, you had the evidence right in front of you when you chose to break into the patient files, and you looked the other way. What was I going to accomplish by forcing you to take on something like that?”
True again. “She was my first love, Paul,” he said. The other man reached out and gripped his shoulder reassuringly. “I should have fought harder. I should have found the strength to defy my father.”
“You were sixteen years old, Nate. Ellie was fifteen.”
“It’s my fault she ended up dead of a drug overdose before she was thirty! You know how many times Gable bragged about making her his bitch. When I think about Faith growing up with that as the closest thing she had as a father…”
One day he would do the math and figure out exactly when he and Ellie had conceived their daughter. Now, all he could think about was the first time they’d made love – and how much promise life had seemed to hold that winter afternoon in the storeroom of McRory’s bar. How did it all go so horribly, terribly wrong?
“Does she want a relationship with you?”
Nate huffed out a quiet breath. “I think so. I’m making provisions for her regardless. A trust fund, and then of course she’ll inherit the bulk of my estate.” He glanced at his friend. “Maggie’s getting a third.”
Paul was quiet for a moment. “Do you have any feelings for this girl beyond your own guilt Nate?”
He smiled, reaching out to pat Paul’s thigh. “She’s a miracle, Paul. I know you don’t believe in them, but I don’t know any better way to explain it.”
“That’s good,” Paul said, returning Nate’s smile. “It’s something, at least.”
Nate tried to agree, but the words wouldn’t come.
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Date: 2012-08-07 03:47 pm (UTC)