Title: “A Healthy Heartbeat”
Author: Shaitanah
Rating: PG
Timeline: Series 2 and onwards
Summary: Nathan comes to terms with his power. [A tiny bit of Nathan/Kelly implications if you squint; spoilers up to and including Episode 2x01]
Disclaimer: Misfits belong to Clerkenwell Films, E4, Howard Overman, etc.
A/N: GAIZ!!! I’ve written smth! I’ve actually written smth! It took me pretty much a week and it sucks, but STILL!
A HEALTHY HEARTBEAT
Nathan doesn’t think about it when he dies. It happens a little too fast. His hand slips out of Simon’s and he falls, and between that and the short, searing burst of pain there is a thoroughly disappointing hybrid of a thought: Ouch! and Fuck! and ButIhaven’thadsexwithKellyyet!
Nathan is not good with words. Not the nice words, at least. So he doesn’t say “thank you” when they dig him up, doesn’t even think it – hey, they had to do something for him, since, well, they sort of let him die. Then again, he knows he has a power now and he could have lived some eighty more years without even knowing it, so perhaps they do deserve a thank-you. And damn it all if it isn’t the coolest power ever!
The second time Nathan dies a slow and bloody and painful death. And everyone’s watching. Again.
For a moment Nathan wonders if it’s going to work this time as well as last time. Because it would sure as hell be a lame death–
Okay, maybe it would have been cooler just to dodge bullets or something because this fucking hurts.
But apart from that, it’s not so bad. Nathan thinks that blacking out for yet another supposedly last time is like drinking too much. Maybe even easier. You wake up a little disoriented, but you don’t have to fight the hangover all morning.
Nathan tells himself dying is not scary, it just takes some getting used to. Especially if he ignores the inward mistrust of pipes, fences and everything sharp and pointy. Especially if he tries not to think about guns and explosions and the end of the world that only cockroaches will survive. Cockroaches and him, that is.
And, okay, that everyone you love will die thing was not so pleasant. Why did Barry have to be so sentimental?
Nathan puts up a façade that works for him and does his best to focus on the bright side.
A dozen deaths later the pain still hasn’t subsided, but Nathan looks at Kelly, imagines her being, like, ninety years old – and calmly tells himself that it wouldn’t be the first time he had sex with an old hag.
That’s the bright side, yeah?
November 13–18, 2010
Title: “Burnt Orange”
Author: Shaitanah
Rating: G
Summary: The things Nathan will not say to the others. At least out loud.
Disclaimer: Misfits belong to Clerkenwell Films, E4, Howard Overman, etc.
A/N: No idea where this is coming from. I’ve tried writing smth else, but apparently my father of all writer’s blocks is adamant on letting only the Misfits stuff through. Which still kind of blows, and not in the fun way.
BURNT ORANGE
Probation workers
Stop getting killed, you twats!
Curtis
As sick as the idea of anyone of them being a superhero might seem, Curtis is pretty much a superhero material, what with turning back time and all. And he wouldn’t look too stupid wearing tights and a cape.
Nathan wouldn’t trade powers with him, though. The time thing is all about making choices, which is, well, not Nathan’s thing. Not really.
Alisha
If he had to do eeny, meeny, miney, moe between Alisha and Kelly, Alisha would win.
But Nathan would still pick Kelly – and not just because Curtis would knock his block off otherwise.
Simon
Then there’s the weirdo. Lately Nathan even talks to him. Maybe not exactly talks, that would imply they actually had something to talk about; but Nathan firmly believes Simon needs to get laid – and he tells him that at every opportunity. That’s some progress, right?
What he neglects to tell him is that he actually knows that his name isn’t Barry. So what? Not his fault that the weird kid looks like a Barry. As far as Nathan is concerned, he’s Barry to the bone.
Names don’t really matter. It used to be negligence; now it’s more or less a friendly nickname, if you will.
Kelly
The scary thing is that there is nothing he needs or needn’t tell her because she will hear it anyway.
The scariest thing is that he actually doesn’t mind.
November 22, 2010
Author: Shaitanah
Rating: PG
Timeline: Series 2 and onwards
Summary: Nathan comes to terms with his power. [A tiny bit of Nathan/Kelly implications if you squint; spoilers up to and including Episode 2x01]
Disclaimer: Misfits belong to Clerkenwell Films, E4, Howard Overman, etc.
A/N: GAIZ!!! I’ve written smth! I’ve actually written smth! It took me pretty much a week and it sucks, but STILL!
Nathan doesn’t think about it when he dies. It happens a little too fast. His hand slips out of Simon’s and he falls, and between that and the short, searing burst of pain there is a thoroughly disappointing hybrid of a thought: Ouch! and Fuck! and ButIhaven’thadsexwithKellyyet!
Nathan is not good with words. Not the nice words, at least. So he doesn’t say “thank you” when they dig him up, doesn’t even think it – hey, they had to do something for him, since, well, they sort of let him die. Then again, he knows he has a power now and he could have lived some eighty more years without even knowing it, so perhaps they do deserve a thank-you. And damn it all if it isn’t the coolest power ever!
The second time Nathan dies a slow and bloody and painful death. And everyone’s watching. Again.
For a moment Nathan wonders if it’s going to work this time as well as last time. Because it would sure as hell be a lame death–
Okay, maybe it would have been cooler just to dodge bullets or something because this fucking hurts.
But apart from that, it’s not so bad. Nathan thinks that blacking out for yet another supposedly last time is like drinking too much. Maybe even easier. You wake up a little disoriented, but you don’t have to fight the hangover all morning.
Nathan tells himself dying is not scary, it just takes some getting used to. Especially if he ignores the inward mistrust of pipes, fences and everything sharp and pointy. Especially if he tries not to think about guns and explosions and the end of the world that only cockroaches will survive. Cockroaches and him, that is.
And, okay, that everyone you love will die thing was not so pleasant. Why did Barry have to be so sentimental?
Nathan puts up a façade that works for him and does his best to focus on the bright side.
A dozen deaths later the pain still hasn’t subsided, but Nathan looks at Kelly, imagines her being, like, ninety years old – and calmly tells himself that it wouldn’t be the first time he had sex with an old hag.
That’s the bright side, yeah?
November 13–18, 2010
Title: “Burnt Orange”
Author: Shaitanah
Rating: G
Summary: The things Nathan will not say to the others. At least out loud.
Disclaimer: Misfits belong to Clerkenwell Films, E4, Howard Overman, etc.
A/N: No idea where this is coming from. I’ve tried writing smth else, but apparently my father of all writer’s blocks is adamant on letting only the Misfits stuff through. Which still kind of blows, and not in the fun way.
Probation workers
Stop getting killed, you twats!
Curtis
As sick as the idea of anyone of them being a superhero might seem, Curtis is pretty much a superhero material, what with turning back time and all. And he wouldn’t look too stupid wearing tights and a cape.
Nathan wouldn’t trade powers with him, though. The time thing is all about making choices, which is, well, not Nathan’s thing. Not really.
Alisha
If he had to do eeny, meeny, miney, moe between Alisha and Kelly, Alisha would win.
But Nathan would still pick Kelly – and not just because Curtis would knock his block off otherwise.
Simon
Then there’s the weirdo. Lately Nathan even talks to him. Maybe not exactly talks, that would imply they actually had something to talk about; but Nathan firmly believes Simon needs to get laid – and he tells him that at every opportunity. That’s some progress, right?
What he neglects to tell him is that he actually knows that his name isn’t Barry. So what? Not his fault that the weird kid looks like a Barry. As far as Nathan is concerned, he’s Barry to the bone.
Names don’t really matter. It used to be negligence; now it’s more or less a friendly nickname, if you will.
Kelly
The scary thing is that there is nothing he needs or needn’t tell her because she will hear it anyway.
The scariest thing is that he actually doesn’t mind.
November 22, 2010
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