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So, it’s unclear how many times Mara went through the barn and came out with a new personality.

However, it is canon that one of the personalities was bisexual.

So this leads to an idea.

What if one of her personalities was a trans woman?

Commentary with Gabrielle Stanton, Executive Producer (and writer for this episode) and Matt McGuinness, Executive Producer.

As we see Tommy pull a dead body out of his car in the previouslies, MMG wonders if they “had a real body in there” and decides probably not from the way it hits the ground.

As we see Audrey and Nathan in the morgue, MMG comments that’s a set they built and GS adds, “We finally realised we have enough dead bodies on this show that we could use a coroner’s office.”

The woman we see grabbed at the ATM and who is then scalped by the bolt gun killer is also Emily Rose’s stand in.

MMG mentions they “had a lot of drama” over how grisly they could be on showing the scalping. They agree that the final product is not very grisly at all and GS says that the first cut was “quite grisly-er”.

Nathan: “Stay there.” Duke: “With the dead body?”

Gabrielle Stanton, Executive Producer and writer for this episode: “That was actually an ad lib, but it was good so we left it in. Eric likes to ad lib and he likes big sweaters. We try to accommodate his requests for both.”

Matt McGuinness, DVD Commentary for 3.04 - Over My Head: “I like when Eric’s snarky and funny, and you’re not quite sure what he’s about.”

I love this description of Eric and his acting talents :)

This is her in season 2. You can see that her hair is a wig and it looks quite fake. Something just doesn’t feel right about her.

However,

this is her in her last appearances. Her hair looks real now and the eyebrows match her hair more. Her entire posture and look just looks right.

Sam Ernst, Haven Panel, New York Comic Con, October 2011, following some debate about exactly how Duke’s Trouble might work.

A plate sat on the counter, piled high with chocolate brownies. Gooey, almost oozing with chocolate, dusted with icing sugar and tempting. So tempting. Duke’s baking was always better than anything from Rosemary’s and they called to him, crying out to be eaten.

Nathan’s willpower had never been strong when it came to eating sweet things and he couldn’t resist taking one and eating it, careful not to drop any telltale crumbs. Surely Duke wouldn’t miss just one.

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Or - the fic where Nathan gets accidentally stoned

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Chapters: 3/14 Fandom: Haven (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Duke Crocker/Nathan Wuornos Characters: Duke Crocker, Nathan Wuornos, Audrey Parker Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Pancakes, Kissing, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Referenced prostitution, Canon Compliant-Duke’s past, Humor, Trouble related sickness, Lack of Communication, Nonverbal Communication, Case Fic, Telepathy, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

What happens when two fans obsess over what might’ve happened in an alternate version of #Haven. And Duke’s white shirt.

A screenshot was shared. Fic happened. Then this. 😊 “The Wedding Invitation” https://archiveofourown.org/works/13533867

@grey-haven had an idea based on this photo. We kicked it around a little and she wrote it. The quote is from the fic. Set in a Trouble-free alt universe inspired by “The Trouble with the Troubles. ”

So I didn’t have time to write anything for the prompt this week, so here’s something that kinda fits, from an older, unfinished story.

Prompt:  “I’m not saying you can’t shoot him. I’m just saying you can’t shoot him here.”

Duke came by at one, as promised, with meals and ridiculously complicated coffees.  Nathan had to work to keep a neutral expression; for something that apparently contained a large portion of whipped foam and was sprinkled with ground chicory, it was surprisingly good, and the sheer volume of sugar in it would probably be just as effective as the caffeine in keeping him awake for the next few hours.  Duke ate with them, taking up space on the couch and listening to them talk, occasionally interjecting a comment when he knew something about someone they were discussing.

It wasn’t exactly a break, but it was refreshing anyway; Audrey certainly looked the better for it, and they dove back in with renewed energy when Duke headed back out an hour later, with the firm threat that if they didn’t pack up by eight, he was going to come back and drag them out himself.

Nathan was pretty sure he wasn’t actually serious, but he did plan to make sure they went home at some point.

He should have taken Duke at his word; at eight thirty, he walked back in looking irritated.

“Any progress?” he asked, and Audrey looked up, startled- she’d been plotting out houses on a town map, trying to find any kind of commonality between their victims.

“Not yet,” she replied, and Duke stepped closer and plucked the pencil out of her hand, which was a far bolder move than Nathan would have dared to try.  Of course, he’d been with Audrey all day, had seen the steadily increasing frustration as she fought to come up with a solution and failed.

“Then you’re not losing out by stopping.  Come on, it is time to wrap up, you’ve been here since seven this morning, you need to take a break, eat something, and think about something else for a little while.  And then you need to sleep, and I guarantee you, if you shoot me it is not going to get you back to your work any faster, it will just create new distractions, so please stop reaching for your gun.”  Duke gave Audrey’s hand a pointed look where it had definitely twitched in the direction of her sidearm, and Nathan actually almost laughed, which probably meant he was in need of more than a few hours sleep himself.

“Come on, Parker, no shooting civilians in the office, know I wouldn’t be able to overlook that.  Not even for you,” he said, closing the file he’d been going over.  “You want to shoot him, you at least have to follow him outside, and at that point you may as well let him feed you first.”

“Thank you, Nathan, for your very helpful support,” Duke said, glaring over his shoulder in Nathan’s direction, though there was a hint of a smile well-hidden around his mouth.

“Don’t want to have to move everything into the other office while we wait for a crew to come in and clean the carpets,” Nathan replied, shrugging and standing up, reaching for his jacket- Duke was wearing a sweater over the shirt he’d had on earlier, so it’d apparently gotten colder.

“I do not have to take this kind of abuse,” Duke said, and he was obviously having trouble hiding his amusement, now, one corner of his mouth quirking up, the laugh lines around his eyes deepening.

“And yet, here you are anyway,” Nathan said, walking over to pull Audrey’s chair out, offering her a hand.  “Come on, Parker.  Change of scenery might do us some good, let’s go.  He’s not going to stop until we do.”

“We could arrest him,” Audrey grumbled, but she accepted Nathan’s hand and stood up, only a little wobbly after sitting in one position for the better part of the last few hours.

“That means paperwork, and I do not want to do any more paperwork,” Nathan replied, as Duke grabbed Audrey’s jacket from off the back of her chair and draped it over her shoulders.  And it maybe felt wrong to be joking, to be having to work to hide a smile, when they had no idea how to keep this from happening again, when there were still twenty seven innocent children in the morgue and a hundred adults who didn’t know who they were, but it also felt necessary, felt like a strained muscle being carefully stretched.

They weren’t any good to anyone if they worked themselves into insensibility, if they drowned themselves in tragedy.