My unicorn got run over by a tractor

Audrey was avoiding him. Considering their last conversation had been over a box of murder weapons and a note from Duke's dad telling him to murder her . . . that was at least a little bit fair.

It was also pissing Duke off.

He tried telling her that he wasn't going to do it. The only decent thing his father had ever done for him was arrange for him to get his boat before he died, so yeah, Duke was happy not to live up to that legacy.

Or any legacy, in fact, that required him killing people in cold blood.

She dodged him with a blase joke. Duke was very familiar with that particular defense mechanism. Hell, it was one of the reasons he liked her so damn much (loved her, apparently, judging by what had slipped out in that last conversation). That didn't stop it from getting on Duke's nerves when she aimed it at him.

Nathan spent all his time vacillating between hating Duke and trying to save him. Now Audrey could barely even look at him. With Octavia gone and Evi dead, Duke was rapidly running out of people in Haven who were even nominally on his side.

Maybe he should just give up. Head back down south. Try and patch things up with Octavia. He still had no idea what he'd say to her, how to get past the things he knew now about her, but — well, his past wasn't all that much better, was it. He was a liar, a cheat. A petty thief at the end of a long, long, long line of murderers. There were more descriptions of kills in his father's journal than Duke wanted to think about, going back hundreds of years. Every generation, a new period of active troubles. Every generation, a new Crocker to try to kill them all.

He hopped into the shower, trying to clear his head, but it didn't help. Just made him wet and conflicted. He was just slipping his old whistle back over his head when a voice came out of the shadows.

"Very impressive, Duke."

Duke froze, every muscle in his body locking up.

No.

"Like what you've done with my place."

He stood in the middle of Duke's galley, looking around like he belonged there. Like he belonged anywhere but at the bottom of the grave they'd dumped him in, after fishing his corpse out of the water.

Duke swallowed. "Dad?"

( This was not a happy reunion )

---

( A Jersey boy walks out of a cafe. . . . )

[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome. Adapted from 2x12, "Sins of the Fathers", with special guest hatesparadise! ONE MORE POST TO GO.]

It took a little while for Duke to convince Evi to come with him to the station. He'd spent the last few days playing nice with her. Letting her think that, with Octavia gone, she really was starting to win him over again. Keeping an eye out for any hints about what, exactly, she had planned with the Rev. And when the day of the boat show came around, and most of the local fuzz would be out closing down streets for the parade that came with it, he let her follow him down to the station.

( Just another of his many mistakes )

( Haven folk popping into Hell was beginning to become a habit )

[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome. Adapted from 2x09, "Lockdown", with special guest star my_own_advocate. CW for contagion and TV-style quarantine. Also, violence and minor character death. Haven is a trip, yo]