#jean mitchell

[oocstephenkingtv]

Beatrice ‘Beattie’ Mitchell (Jennie Raymond) Haven 1x5 Ball and Chain (2010)

Audrey Parker: Are you going somewhere?

Beattie: On maternity leave. Life first, work second, right?

Audrey Parker: Yeah, of course.

[dukewuornos]

My first fic for Haven Month! 

Theme is: Christmas in July

It’s part of my Lexie DeWitt AU and more will follow. At least one little scene more :)

You can also read it on AO3!

Story time

“I still don’t understand this,” Lexie murmured as she hung up the last mistletoe.

“It’s not so hard to understand. It’s just a Christmas party in July.” 

Lexie rolled her eyes. “I’m not stupid. I know what it is.”  This town was weird, she had figured this out at her first day here. But there was people can make things freeze weird and people are throwing Christmas parties in July weird. These two things were on completely different scales. And Lexie knew which of them were weirder. The last one for sure. “But why?” 

Jean grinned. “Oh, I love a good storytelling. Sit, sit.” Jean gesticulated with her arms and pushed Lexie over to the bar stool. “It was 27 years ago when Audrey - so literally you-”

“Not me!” Lexie threw in.

“Ok, ok, not you, but there was a Trouble and everyone thought it was Christmas although it was only July. Audrey was the only one who knew that something was off and that that wasn’t right.”

“It’s not,” Lexie commented. “And this here -” Lexie pointed around herself, to all the Christmas decoration they had just put up everywhere. There was a glowing Santa on the deck to greet the customers. There were candles on each table and little Christmas balls and evergreens. There was a freaking banner with Merry Christmas Everyone over the bar and at least a dozen mistletoes because Duke had told her he loved to see the reactions when two people were caught under them - and he also made a challenge to drag Nathan under every single one. This was all made by her - and Jean - and some of the other staff of the Gull. “This is definitely not a Trouble right now - so why are we-”

“Sssh!” Jean silenced her with her hand in front of Lexie’s face. “Let me talk.”

Lexie sighed but nodded. She waved her hand in a “go on”-gesture and regretted it right away when Jean started to ramble. The words just sputtered out of her mouth in one go.

“Well, people were disappearing too. One after another and the people who remained couldn’t remember that this person had ever existed. People were vanishing all over town and at some point it was only Audrey who was left. She was all alone. Only her and the troubled person. But she managed to talk her down and there - happy end!” 

“Ok, first, you’re storytelling skills need improving. That was the worst story I have ever heard.” Lexie looked up from playing with a strand of her hair. “And second, it doesn’t explain in the slightest why we’re celebrating Christmas in the middle of July.” 

“Because of the snowglobe, duh!” 

Lexie furrowed her brow. “What snowglobe? You didn’t mention a snowglobe!”

“I didn’t?” Jean asked confused. “I definitely did in my head.”

“You didn’t with your mouth.”

Jean laughed softly. “Sorry. I thought I did.” 

Lexie made an annoyed sound.

“Well, just - after all of that no one could really remember what had happened but Audrey threw a Christmas party anyway. And since that, my dads have thrown one every year. I think in the first years it had been only the two of them but they made it bigger and now it’s this great party at the Gull that half of the town comes to.” 

“Half of the town doesn’t fit in the Gull,” Lexie commented bluntly. 

Jean rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.” 

Lexie nodded. “Yeah, I know. Everyone wants to be there. It’s the party of the year. So this all just happened because of Audrey?” Audrey. Lexie had heard that name far too often. She seemed like an angel. A saviour to this town and everyone expected Lexie to be the exact same thing. But she was far away from being some kind of hero.

“Yeah,” Jean said. “I mean, I don’t really know what has happened, but I guess this party, it’s not really happening because they want to have two Christmas parties in a year, they just do it to remember her. It’s more a memorial than anything else.”

“Even after all those years?” Lexie whispered, wondering if she would have such an impact on them as well. 

“I don’t think they will ever forget her.” Jean took her hand and smiled. “And I kinda get it.” 

Lexie looked down at their joined hands and smiled softly. Then she stood up and pulled Jean along. “Come on, we still have some last preparations to do before your fathers show up.”

[demisexualnathanvuornos]

"I'm Pregnant" [Haven s4 AU; Nathan/Audrey] 

Chapter 5/5: (Post-)Birth [1020 words; 212 hits; 8 kudos] (31.5.2019)   

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14423352?view_full_work=true (3178 words; 25.4.2018-31.5.2019) 

[demisexualnathanvuornos]

Audrey Parker+ baby Jean Mitchell (Haven 1x5 Ball and Chain)

[demisexualnathanvuornos]

Childless Fathers: Duke Crocker [Haven fic, Duke & Nathan; post 4x2 Survivors]

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11309937

[dukewuornos]

Haven Crew Fic #1

Prompt: “I wonder what would’ve happened if I never met you.” “You’d probably not be tied up right now, for starters.”

An Haven AU where Audrey had gone into the barn and Lexie comes into town 27 years later.

“I wonder what would’ve happened if I never met you,” Lexie murmured, trying to get to the pin in her pockets to open up these cuffs.

“You’d probably not be tied up right now, for starters.”

Lexie grinned and tilted her head. “I’m not so sure about that. I’m tied up pretty often.”

To Lexie’s amusement the dark haired woman in front of her blushed for a few seconds, then averted her gaze. “Uh, it seems I found a virgin.”

“I’m not-” Black ponytail claimed loudly but she shut her mouth as fast as she had opened it. “I’m not a virgin,” she mumbled quietly.

Lexie decided to let the topic fall even if it was entertaining. “So why are these guys after you? What do they want from you?” Lexie knew a lot of bad guys from her line of work. They mostly had a big mouth and nothing else. These guys had been different, almost professional.

“They think I am something I am not.”

“Very mysterious,” Lexie commented annoyed. This little town had been a pain in the ass since she arrived here. Actually she had been pretty relieved when her car had been fixed and she could finally leave again. And then she almost ran this girl over with her car. And was suddenly knee deep into this whole mess. “I hate small towns. It’s almost as if the people have this huge secret that they can’t share with an outsider. It’s just crazy.”

“Well, this town actually has a secret.”

Lexie rolled her eyes. “See? Completely stupid.”

“Listen, this is not important right now. We need to get out of here. I’m pretty sure that they aren’t only after me anymore. You are way more valuable.”

“What are you talking about? I’m a barkeeper. I’m not even from this town. They don’t know me.”

Now black ponytail sighed. “Believe me they know you. And they are not nice people. Normally I would sit this out until my father found me, he is chief of the police, but now that you are here, the risk is too high. We really need to get out of here.”

This girl was completely crazy, Lexie was sure of it, but she was right in one thing. They needed to get out of here. Whatever these guys’ deal was Lexie was sure that she didn’t want to find out. “One step ahead of you,” Lexie said when she finally heard the quiet click of her cuffs when they opened. She rubbed over her wrists and walked over to black ponytail. With free hands it was a lot easier to open her cuffs. “So your dad is a cop?”

“He is not really my dad but yes, he is the chief, and he will be pretty happy to see you.”

“Me?” Lexie furrowed her brow. This town got crazier every second.

“Well, you saved my life, didn’t you? He will be happy about it.” Black ponytail smiled awkwardly.

Somehow Lexie had the feeling that wasn’t all that there was to it but she dropped it nevertheless. “First we need to get out of this dark hole and then you can tell everybody how I saved your life.” Luckily they didn’t encounter any of these guys and they were quicker back into town than Lexie would have thought. Black ponytail lead the way, she seemed to know where she wanted to go and Lexie just followed. Once or twice she had thought just to ditch her and find the way back to her car on her own but somehow she was intrigued. She wanted to know what this was all about. What this secret was this girl had talked about. And more importantly why Lexie was so valuable to those men.

So Lexie caught up and walked now next to her. “So where are we going? To your not-dad? To file a report?”

Black ponytail nodded. “He’s at the Gull right now.”

The Grey Gull was the only thing that Lexie had gotten to know in this town except of the hotel. “A drinking chief. What a cliche.”

“No, my father works there.”

Lexie looked up, confused. “He is chief of police and a barkeeper?”

Black ponytail laughed loud. “No, my other father. Actually my real father.”

Lexie shook her head. Small towns. Always those complicated family trees. And still, Lexie found herself still following her. “I am Lexie by the way. Lexie DeWitt.”

Black ponytail smiled fondly and held out her hand. “Jean Williams.”

[mightyuncomfychair]

Ya know who else hot the short end of the stick? JEAN! Both her birth and entire screen time were just more of Duke's death flags. IMO it would have been nice if the second she was given away Croatoan found a way to steal her and either threatened to turn her into the perfect Crocker or used her to get Duke to do what he wanted, literally anything but just knowing that she's out there. It would have been great cause then we could pretend Duke doesn't die and gets to raise his daughter (with his two partners and son, of course). This is why we can't have nice things 😮‍💨.

[demisexualnathanvuornos]

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Duke Crocker and identity fic (486 words; 29.12.2019-25.1.2020)