[AU Crackship] Heather + Trevor (lolol)

[Heather Greenfield]

 Heather was in for a night of relaxation and quiet. The baby was three now, and Heather herself was twenty four. That was significantly older than she'd been when he was born, especially for her mental state. Of course, being only a few weeks along and having a vampire try to rip your body apart and tie you in knots sure did make you grow up fast. And then she'd had to go through raising Tommy alone because Harvey had - what had Connor said? Vanished into thin air? Right. Missing in action was what they said for all of the guild operatives, because until you had a body you were still alive somewhere. How hopeful of them. Unfortunately, Heather was much more embittered by the experience and she'd given up because it hurt too much to consider the alternatives.

She'd only remarried a year ago, so it had taken her two full years to accept the path that she'd been dropped onto. Not that it had been easy. She had a period where she didn't get out of bed at all, and fortunately for her, she had a friend who could take care of Tommy when that happened. She didn't understand what had even really happened, honestly. After she had been attacked, she'd seen Harvey for a few days, and then he'd just disappeared. At first she tried to hassle Connor, but it had only gotten her more trouble than it was worth. Evidently "everyone had problems they were dealing with". It wasn't that he didn't care about her, but Heather knew the risks when she married Harvey, and this was part of the deal. Threatening to blow the cover of the guilds didn't endear her to him any, but he understood her quarrel. Fortunately, he and Capricia were good enough friends of Ash Leone, who employed Heather, to make it clear that she needed some additional care from someone who could give it.

Ash tried to stabilize her moods, but what she really needed was someone who didn't have to make an effort to calm her down. Danielle had introduced her to Bianca Castille, a girl who had also lost the father of her child. Bianca happened to be a Smoke witch, and so she had that natural charisma that helped keep Heather's head up. The girls spent more and more time together, and through Bianca, Heather met her older sister Fiona, Fiona's boyfriend Tyler, and his older brother Trevor. Trevor, who was... the most handsome man Heather had met since she'd met her husband.

Trevor's life was every bit as complicated as Heather's, but he was slowing it down at a rapid pace - especially once they became involved. It took another year for that to even come about. Trevor usually wasn't the patient sort of time, and one look at his past "relationships" could tell you that. He and Laura had burned out like falling stars, though, especially with Lance meddling every step of the way. In the end, Laura and Lance had moved back to California to iron out some issues in their old stomping grounds, but by then Laura and Trevor had decided they just didn't work as anything besides friends. That was fine, of course, but Trevor was starting to get a little introspective - he was older, he had tasted happiness, and he was getting tired of chasing around wild women. It really ate at him that his brother had been dating Fiona for nearly three years at that point, too. Tyler, who couldn't decide between Coke or Pepsi.

Then he met Heather. He'd never thought he was the marrying type, but a year later, there he was, down on one knee. It was wild. Heather herself couldn't even believe it - that goes to show you how good she had figured him out by then. She didn't even say yes right away, and it wasn't because she didn't want to. It was because she didn't want Trevor to change his mind in twenty-four hours when he figured out that he had asked on a stupid impulse.

The sound of the front door opening drew her from her thoughts, and she sat up in bed and muted the TV. "Trev?" she called, her voice projecting into the hall from their bedroom. She was already pushing back the covers and getting up, but her husband was just as paranoid as she was and knew he had a short time to answer before she grabbed a gun. Unfortunately, Heather would never, ever break the habit of initial fear.

"It's just me!" he called. He took an immediate turn into Tommy's room to do a quick once over, then nodded to himself and started for the bedroom. "Were you awake or did I wake you up?" he asked, his tall form filling the doorway. He looked at the TV to see what she was watching, and snorted when he realized she'd been watching Glee. He hated that show. With a passion. He thought she did, too.

"It's okay, I was up. And I really do hate this show, before you say it. I just lost the remote and I got fucked into watching it," she said defensively. She went back to the bed and laid back down, knowing Trevor was probably hot and icky from work. He still hunted, but it was to a minimum. Tonight he just happened to be acting as back up for Danielle, who Heather trusted implicitly.

"Good night?" she asked, her voice carefully neutral. She didn't like it.

[Trevor Browning]

Trevor knew the trouble that Heather had gone through with her first husband, Tommy's dad, and if he were honest with himself, he knew he hadn't met Heather for the first time because Fiona had introduced them.  He'd met her in the dark, on a dirty sidewalk where she had tears and blood staining her cheeks, wings that she wasn't supposed to have and some massive injuries, right before he'd watched his current flame get beat to a pulp and then been tenderized himself.  He'd almost died that night, and he understood that he would have if not for the pretty blonde girl that had been at Ash's place.  He also understood that Heather would have either died that night, or been thrown into a life where she wished that she would have, if he and Laura hadn't been there to intervene and be beaten nearly to death.  He didn't think about it often, but when he did, it made him want to pull her in close against him just so that he could remind himself that it wasn't ever going to turn bloody like that again.  Now, he knew what he was protecting and what was important, and he was going to take care of it.

That was a big deal for him, because as independent and carefree as he seemed to be when he was moving around, hunting things and having one fling after another, he was a needy bastard.  He needed people to care about, protect and who depended on him and cared about him, too.  Having Tyler around the last few years helped, especially since the kid didn't pull some ridiculous thing where he needed to go do his own thing far away where Trevor wasn't wanted, and he wasn't some badass trying to prove anything.  Tyler had come looking for Trev, and now that he'd found him, the younger brother was willing to settle in and make a life with the only family he really had nearby.  Trevor could respect and appreciate that, and once he and Laura and nearly burned each other up, he'd made it a point to try to slow his life down before he got himself killed and left Tyler all alone.  Then, he'd met Heather for the second time around, who was sweet and scared and all alone herself, who didn't deserve to ever be sitting on a sidewalk bloodied and crying ever again.  Yes, he was slowing down.

That didn't mean he'd stopped, though.  He'd gone so far as to find himself on bended knee, which he hadn't been sure was in the cards for him a few years before, and though he still hunted, it was a more professional, legitimate business now.  He got paid and he could support a family.  His family. 

Mrs. Heather Browning was still afraid because some fears didn't ever go away, and Trev didn't blame her.  She had a fondness for human men in the business of hunting scary things, and for that Trevor was sorry, but he had every intention of proving that history didn't repeat itself.  He'd made sure that if Heather was going to be afraid, she was also going to be able to defend herself, at least until help arrived.  There was a very good security system on their house and she knew how to use the guns that were hidden around the place.  Tommy, who was all of three years old, showed a surprising understanding that guns were not toys, and though his parents kept dangerous objects out of his reach, the boy didn't try for them, either.  When Trev came home at night, he made it a point to assure Heather that it was him coming home, because he knew that she would be worried.  He didn't blame her.

He did blame her for watching Glee.  "What an excuse!  Here, I got it," he told her, flicking the channel using the button on the TV because he was nearby.  If he'd been in bed, he might have been a lazy-ass, too.  He stopped it on what was probably a Law and Order marathon (he was pretty sure that TNT was actually the Law and Order channel now, and the name change was just caught up in paperwork hell somewhere), but really had no intention of watching it.  Actually, he had his sights set on the shower because it had been a hot, sweaty night, but watching Heather crawl into bed made him reconsider.  That she'd been holding a gun the moment before didn't hurt (he was slowing down, but badass women were still a turn-on), and his eyes lingered on her a little longer than they should have when she was asking about his night.  Whatever, he'd always been a little easily distracted when it came to hot women.

"Uh, Danielle worked my ass off, as usual, but it wasn't that bad," he told her, voice maybe a little gruffer than it already usually was as he tried to pull his thoughts out of the gutter.  "She could have handled it without me, I'm pretty sure, so the two of us had no problem."

He wasn't actually sure whose idea it had been for him to work as Danielle's back-up more often, Ash or Danielle's, but he couldn't deny that it was an ego boost.  Danielle didn't deal with morons or anyone who wasn't legitimately good at what she needed them for.  She had high standards, and that he met them said something about him.  He was okay with it, though he was pretty sure that Heather wasn't.  Given what had happened to Harvey, it wasn't surprising that she worried, but let's face it, Trevor didn't exactly have a skill set that would make him a living outside of hunting, especially that could keep him close to home.  He had to work with what he knew.

He started pulling his clothes off in a typical man fashion, which meant that he peeled them away and tossed them aside as though he wasn't going to have Heather reminding him that they had a hamper for a reason as soon as he allowed her the chance, and even though a shower would still be nice, he was considering other things.  He made this obvious my crawling onto the bed with his jeans still on to kiss his wife and remind both of them that everything was okay.  "It was an easy night, baby.  Are you tired?"

[Heather Greenfield]

 Heather nodded when he said Danielle could have handled it herself. Danielle could handle a lot on her own, but the Vida was helping Trevor to fight smarter, not harder. Though his father and he had hunted for a living, it wasn't in their blood like it was the Vida lineage, and Danielle was teaching him to be more... natural, if that was possible. It was working, too. Trevor may be exhausted, but the odds of him being bested were lessening. Still, he was just a human, so he had to be careful.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, starting to get up again. She'd sat back down on the bed as soon as she realized it was her husband, but him just dropping his nasty clothing all over the floor was cause for concern. "I just vacuumed in here," she protested. He stopped her from getting up by crawling across the bed to give her a kiss, which she received and returned. She ignored the Law and Order on the television - she'd been watching it earlier before she lost track of the remote - and smiled at him.

"I am," she informed him. "I've had a busy day of being a housewife." That included errands, cleaning, laundry, small household repairs, and chasing around an energetic three-year old who was of the mind that he would sleep when he was dead. She paused. "So, did you check any of those jobs out I found for you?"

And there was the forty-thousand dollar question. Trevor was good with his hands, and he was smart. There were a multitude of places he could work - not even just hands on like construction or mechanics (which he had done), but he could do more. He didn't need a college education for a lot of it, either. She'd found a potentially good job at the Hilton, which was what she'd left on the counter. They were hiring for security there, and she had a tip from another waitress that Trevor would be a good candidate. They were hiring for a bartender position, too, so he could always do one or the other - or both.

"Go take your shower, we'll talk about it in a minute," she told him, pushing at him. At, because she couldn't actually push him anywhere he wasn't already going to go. He was significantly stronger than she was, and that was that.