Work Text:
Natalie leaned against the wall under her window and breathed in slowly from Henry’s apple bong. Why not? It was supposed to help right? She closed her eyes as the drug started to take affect. As she opened them they slowly started to focus on a figure lying on the bed watching her. He was smirking.
“Wow. I definitely thought you’d chicken out.” He seemed to find her funny. “You’re turning into Mom quicker then I thought you would.”
Natalie frowned, she knew his face. She just couldn’t quite place it. “I’m not her, I’m not Mom.”
The look on his face was priceless, Natalie giggled. It finally occurred to her. Gabe. Who else could be haunting this house?
“I see you.”
His smirk came back.
“So I see.”