Because You’re Amazing: A Wayhavan Chronicles Fanfic
So I don’t typically share my fanfiction. But I really wanted to express my love of The Wayhavan Chronicles and share it with the fandom so I figured “first time for everything”. I wrote this bit with my Detective in mind (A Heterosexual Male) but I also kept it fairly vague so feel free to project your own Detective’s into this scenario. But know that the piece assumes a romance with Nat.
I also recommend playing The Book 2 Demo before reading if you haven’t already (my fellow Suavewell romancers should hopefully spot why haha)
All that aside I sincerely hope you enjoy!
Sputtering a cough, I feel myself come back to consciousness as my eyes slowly pan across the warehouse. The massive pile of debris and junk scattered across the ground doesn’t make it easy but I manage to pinpoint several of the now unconscious thralls littered among the mess. Fighting the pain throbbing in every corner of my body, I check the gun gripped in my hands.
They had taken us completely by surprise, no time to strategize or regroup. The DMB trap we had set off moments earlier certainly didn’t help. Despite everything though I can’t help but feel a small twinge of pride; months ago when I had first met Unit Bravo I wouldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes but it would appear that my training is paying off. Though I have no doubt Elidor is getting tired of seeing me in the medical ward. I hear the familiar labored groans of my team from all sides of me as Ava limps into my peripheral vision.
“Everyone check in” Ava says in between breaths “Farah!”
“I’m fine! I’m fine! At least….I think” Farah half-jogs to us, grimacing in pain as she clutches her shoulder. Impressively, she still manages a cocky smirk.
“Morgan!”
The intimidating agent gives no response as she joins us, as if the large gash on her side was simple not there.
“Nat!”
We wait expectantly for Nat’s voice but it doesn’t come.
“Nat respond!” Ava calls out, her composure barely holding.
The four of us desperately strain our ears for anything. Ava’s gaze meets mine; panic etched on her expression and my heart drops to my stomach.
Oh no.
My feet seem to move on their own as I frantically rush to the last spot I saw her, but between the dim lighting and the seemingly endless sea of debris the task is all but impossible.
“Over here! I hear her!”
Farah points to a spot several feet to my left and I immediately start pulling rubble as fast as I can.
“No, no, no, no, no!”
The rest of the team moves in to help me as I burrow deeper into the mess. I scrape and cut my hands further but I don’t care. The only thing that matters is finding her.
After all the times she’s saved me, I can’t fail her here!
After what feels like an eternity, I finally see her: she’s covered in bruises, her eyes are closed, but she’s breathing. We move more of the debris and I gasp in shock: she is pinned down by a massive metal beam, and there’s no way I can move it on my own.
“Get the hell out of the way!”
Morgan practically shoves me aside as she and Ava grip the two ends of the beam and lift. It’s slow, methodical work; even with their supernatural strength. Farah stays by my side the entire time, her hand on my shoulder and presence giving me some comfort. Eventually, the two toss the beam away and I’m by her side in a moment.
“Nat! Nat, can you hear me?!”
She doesn’t respond, her breathing is faint. I lean closer to her and take her limp hand in my own, my voice barely a whisper.
“Nat, I’m going to need you to wake up for me now okay? We need to get out of here now. Please?”
I look up at the rest of the team; Farah is openly crying, Ava’s face is twisted in a mix of abject shock and for the first time ever, Morgan seems afraid.
“Dammit Nat! Wake up!” my shout echoes across the warehouse.
Tears blur my vision and the reality begins to set in: I’m never going to see those beautiful brown eyes again.
…..and then I feel her squeeze my hand.
She sputters a cough as she slowly attempts to sit up.
“Sorry….to have worried you.”
I hear Unit Bravo’s sighs of relief as I embrace her fully, the anguish and shock of the possibility of losing her had been all too real this time. But it was all going to be okay. We were both going to be okay. And as that wonderful news sinks in, I can’t help but laugh in the joy of it all.
“Detective, why are you laughing?” she asks me confused.
I look her in the eyes, grinning ear to ear.
“Because you’re amazing.”
Her expression shifts from bewilderment to realization and then to adoration as she gives me the brightest smile I have ever seen.
“Detective, let’s get her up.”
I’m suddenly aware again of Unit Bravo as me and Ava slowly help her up.
And then we feel the ground shake.
The five of us freeze in place, knowing full well its meaning. It’s coming back again.
“Nat, can you stand?” Ava asks
“It’s fine.” Nat replies slowly stepping away from me “I’m almost healed.”
The ground shakes again and Unit Bravo springs into action; bodies tense, eyes toward the hole in the broken wall, ready for action. I stand next to Nat, pulling my gun from its holster and loading a fresh clip.
“Detective” Ava says “You saw what happened here. This will be hard even for us. You should leave now.”
“Agent Du Mortain, if you think I’m leaving the four of you to fight this thing alone then you clearly haven’t been paying attention.” I reply, aiming my gun forward at the looming threat.
A small chuckle escapes Ava as her eyes flick back in front of her. For the briefest of moments, I take my eyes away from the rumbling and back to Nat.
“Don’t worry,” I say softly, “Everything is going to be okay.”
She turns to meet my gaze and for one moment, despite the danger, we are the only people in the world.
“I know Detective, because we’re here together.”
