Whoa, it's been a while. I'd like to thank everyone for the support so far and I really am sorry for the massive distance between updates. I already have a few ideas started for these guys (and let's be honest, I could write anything for them) so I do hope I can upload in the near future again. As always, none of these characters are mine and are rightfully Syfy's.

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Nathan asks Audrey to marry him the night Duke presents a new dish on the Gull's menu.

They're gazing at each other over a table for two, a beer in the hand of each of them. Audrey's wearing a dark red dress, politely picked out for her by Julia because despite the fact that she is able dress herself in the morning, picking a dress for a special occasion in a small town like Haven is like finding a needle in a haystack. Nathan's in a suit but his jacket's dangling off the back of his chair and his sleeves are rolled up as if he's uncomfortable in the white dress shirt. He looks almost identical to James, who's standing out on the balcony with a few of his work colleagues, apart from the forearm Guard tattoo Nathan still slightly regrets.

In other words, they look fancy. Even though Duke told them to not dress up. It's nothing huge and you guys don't have to come, he'd said. But they had, because the Gull is important to Duke and therefore important to them.

Nathan proposes exactly five minutes after Duke's announced the new dish.

"We should get married, Parker." His voice is quiet, Nathan-like, but there's an undeniable change in it that's been there since they saved the world.

"But then what would you ever call me?" she returns, and if Nathan wasn't already looking at her, he'd know she was smiling, the smile that doesn't hide anything. It's the one imprinted in his brain, in his heart. The weightless smile of someone who no longer has the universe to carry.

"Parker," Nathan answers as if it's common sense.

Audrey bites her lip before taking a sip of her beer. "I would love to, Nathan."

The lights overhead suddenly flicker into something brighter and every single patron in the Gull turn to look at them. Even James and his friends are inside, standing against the now closed French doors.

Duke's standing behind the bar, his hands formed in finger guns directed at the lights as if he knew exactly when they'd go off. The only time he's ever looked happier than right now is 6 months ago when his eyes had returned to their brown. "Yes," he says before anyone else can get a word in, his eyebrows raised in mock seriousness. "I planned this."

The corners of Nathan's eyes crinkle in confusion, flicking to his son's before settling back on Duke. "What?"

He brandishes a plate of the new dish as if he used to work on The Price is Right. "I made this for you guys. There's a reason it's called the Twenty Seven." Placing it back on the bench, he steps out and heads towards the table Nathan and Audrey are seated at. As he does so, Nathan's eyes scan the entire Gull, recognising people until there's no more people left to recognise. Every single person in this bar are important to both him and Audrey. Duke squeezes Nathan's shoulder. "Let me be the Crocker to your Wuornos for a moment." Nathan gets the Sherlock Holmes reference immediately and rolls his eyes as Duke continues to speak.

Duke holds up three fingers. "Three weeks ago, we were talking about the future with James on the Rouge. Audrey was at work but for some reason they rostered you off. I blame Sasquatch." He rolls his eyes in jest. "Anyway, since we're all now going to now unfortunately live to 90, we were talking about what we going to do for the rest of that time. You mentioned wanting to visit your dad more often, you wanted to go fishing more, you wanted to save more cats in trees. I'm definitely exaggerating here but it's enough to plead my evidence." This time Nathan rolls his eyes at the complete lack of regard for the English language. But Duke isn't finished yet so he doesn't say a thing. "You mentioned nothing about Audrey, which James and I thought was weird." The first finger bends, leaving two remaining. "A fortnight ago, you dodged me in the main street and I followed you, of course. I watched you head into a jewellery store and I thought, 'Huh, he's probably not getting me anything to apologise for cheating in paintball the other week and he wouldn't buy James anything fancy like this so it must be for Audrey'." Duke only has one finger left and he points it at Nathan. "One week ago, the realisation hit me like a tonne of bricks. I actually dropped a slab of beer when I realised that you were going to propose to her." A splatter of laughter echoes around the room and Duke shakes his head. "And while you're still going to give me a constant headache for the rest of my life, what better place to propose than when you're surrounded by all your family and friends?"

Nathan stands and gives Duke a shoulder squeeze. "Could I speak?" he asks wryly and Duke nods. "Three weeks ago, I asked Dwight to roster me off so I could spend the day with you and James. It was a lovely day, really." He winks at his son, who's already grinning. "Two weeks ago, I made sure we crossed paths and blew you off so that you would follow me. The best way to make a Crocker do something is to ignore them. One week ago, I asked everyone what they were doing on the incoming Friday night and they told me they were coming here. For a dish reveal." Nathan's smirk is all over his face.

"Trap," Duke says after a moment. "I walked right into you making me think I was cleverer than I actually am."

"It was a test," Nathan admits and Audrey can no longer hold in her quick laugh. It bubbles out and Duke looks at her with an eyebrow quirked before turning his attention back to the matter at hand.

"Tests really aren't my thing, Nathan." He pauses and then adds, "I don't really know if I've ever passed one well." His face scrunches up as if he's thinking about it.

"Consider this one being the first test you aced, then." Nathan grins. "I told Audrey I was going to propose to her three and a half weeks ago. I just needed to sort out all the logistics. The people, the ring, the place." He points at Duke. "You were part of the people, and you played your role perfectly."

"I did?" Duke shakes his head and holds up his finger in typical Duke fashion. "Wait, wait, wait. My role? For what?"

"Duke, I want you to be my best man."

It's like the floor comes up and punches Duke in the stomach and for a tiny millisecond Duke wonders if someone's Trouble has caused it. "Best man?" he manages to get out.

"Oh, Duke," Audrey says fondly around a mouthful of food. She gestures at him with her fork. "Yes, best man, for the upcoming wedding. You know, between me and Nathan?"

Duke straightens. "Right. Well, my answer is obvious so I don't have to say it." He crushes Nathan into a hug and pats Audrey on the head. "And finally, you two. I mean…" He lets his breath out as loudly as possible and rolls his eyes. Nathan laughs into Duke's shoulder and Audrey leans back in her chair and stands, ducking out of the way of Duke's hand long enough to pin it behind his back. Letting go of Nathan, he holds up his hands in a show of surrender. "Truce, truce," he laughs. Audrey's own laugh escapes her again and she shakes her head as the milling patrons join the trio and offer their own congratulations.

It's not until everyone's gone home after many ingested alcoholic drinks and possibly a few drinking games amongst conversations and it's just Duke, Nathan, James and Audrey inside the Gull that Duke asks something that's been on his mind all night.

"Please tell me you didn't let baby Wuornos in on this before me?"

Nathan and Audrey share an amused look but James jumps in before either of them can form a sound. "They had to. I mean, I'm their son?" It comes out like a question and James blames the celebratory beers he's been knocking back all night.

"Son schmun," Duke grumbles, taking a slow slip of his multi-coloured cocktail. "I've known you since before he was born."

Audrey snorts. "Not techn-"

James' shushing cuts her off. "Just let him have it tonight," he says, grinning. Duke's head is getting closer to the table and the arm that's resting on it the more they look at him. "He's had a big day."

The playful stroking by Nathan and son on his hair is what does Duke in and within seconds he's out, his content snores the soundtrack to a night gone according to plan.

Nathan's, though, of course.

A/N: Also, still feel free to send me prompts or whatever about this happy time after Haven finished, because nothing bad happened, right?

Shannon x