When Nathan Met Adelheid

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Summary: Almost a decade ago, Nathan discovers Heidi's old identification, and learns that her name used to be something completely different. AND GERMAN.

Date It Happened: May 9, 1995

When Nathan Met Adelheid


Nathan and Heidi's House, outside NYC

There is a rather small, nondescript house in a neighborhood outside New York city, somewhere between her family and his so that travel isn't too inconvenient for either side. They planned it that way - /she/ being a little reluctant to move away from town life, and /he/ being a little too reluctant to leave the city entirely. True, he'd been military for some time prior to their marriage, but one can never really take the city out of the city boy.

Heidi's been learning that she really kind of doesn't mind the bustle at all.

In any case, they've been together for a little over a year now, which means that maybe it's time to get rid of a few things they don't need anymore. She's having thoughts of kids, and while there's nothing concrete just yet, it's way past time to clean up and get rid of some of her old things that really have no consequence, like, say, the piles of school work she kept, out-dated text books, boxes of paperwork from her dad's store that she's got for some reason. One thing caused Heidi to abandon her search for a moment, though, and that's a manila folder full of old identification. Something that she's not sure she'll be throwing away.

Sitting on the bed, sunlight streaming into the bedroom through a large window, she sorts through the paperwork and old state IDs. Notably, she'll have to burn it all for one reason and one reason alone - and that's the driver's license she's holding in her hand.

—-

It's a few rooms— well, floors, short of the kind of household Nathan was brought up in. Of course dad and mom keep saying that he and Heidi are welcome to move into the estate in Hyde Park, there's plenty of room, Heidi should get to know New York City up close, etcetera. Nathan wouldn't mind it, but then again, it was nice to have this separate for a little while longer.

All the same, he is indeed used to a much /larger/ home, so when he's doing that restless thing he does where he wanders around while looking over paperwork, he paces by the bedroom door at least twice. Finally, he actually notices that Heidi is doing something more interesting than reading or watching TV, and he detours inside. "Still working through all that?" he asks, tilting his head towards the To Burn pile, setting aside his own paperwork - carefully away from the documents needing to be thrown out - and wandering further into the room, peering at whatever it is Heidi is holding.

—-

She likes it here. It's neither crowded nor cramped… Maybe even a little larger than she's used to. Poor Nathan, making such a compromise for her. It's likely she'll say yes to moving into the mansion /eventually,/ but why not enjoy some time together first?

As Nathan walks in, blue eyes look upward, smile, and then Heidi quickly shoves a small stack of paperwork back into the folder. "Yeah, I just got caught up a bit," she says, setting said folder aside in a careless manner that wouldn't /at all/ indicate that it's something special. Except for the fact that it hasn't gone into the 'to burn' pile at all, but a 'this is nostalgia and I can't stand to get rid of it so I'll hide it' pile, which she's /just now created./ It could just be another 'to burn' pile, though, since the first one is so high already… Except that she sets her hand atop it, perhaps to prevent nosey husbands from taking it. "What have you been up to? Did you want to get dinner tonight?"

—-

Because she knows him so well. Nathan isn't very /good/, typically, at letting other people have secrets - not even unimportant ones! He really doesn't think too much of it, however, as he moves to sit down on the edge of the bed, nudging a few pieces of paper aside. "Work," he says, shortly. You guys did you know being a lawyer is hard? Especially with your own successful lawyer-type dad making sure you have /plenty/ to do. "How about we go to that Japanese place? Whatever it was called, K-something." Totally more of a sake bar than a restaurant, but they do food too. And this is where his curiousity gets the best of him, and he casually goes to pick up the folder to have a flick through.

—-

Yeah, Heidi is /so smooth./ She's totally fooled him into thinking that folder is TOTALY UNIMPORTANT. See? She's good at this sneaky stuff… She should be a lawyer herself! And just because I've said it twice already, /TOTALLY./ But no, her degree is not in law, nor in anything particularly useful, and because she's married into Nathan's family, she isn't exactly being pressed into getting a job for herself, which honestly makes her feel kind of guilty because she'd always planned on working and—

"That sounds great," she states. Obviously, not too cut up about not working.

It's at this point that she's sure she's pulled the wool over Nathan's eyes, and so she pulls her hand off the folder in order to reach for the next one in the stack. As soon as he has it, though, Heidi makes a futile grab for it and misses, squeaking a noise of complaint as he starts to leaf through it. There's something in there she doesn't want him to see.

—-

…was that a squeak? Nathan slants a glance Heidi's way, eyebrow raising. He barely even has to think before he holds the folder out of reach when she goes to grab it - thanks, Peter, for existing and honing Nathan's 'keep away' reflexes. "What was that?" he asks, not even bothering to mask his amusement, as he goes back to leafing through it, now /definitely/ curious. Looks like old kinds of identification and photocopies of, which is confusing, because unless Heidi went by a different name or something due to being an escaped convict, there can't be anything other than maybe a few not-so-awesome photos or something, because that would be ridicul—

Hold on, go back. Nathan fishes out an old driver's license, squinting at it.

—-

"/Nathan!/" she states plaintively, making another half-hearted grab for the folder, even if she knows the damage is probably already done. Following this, she glares, a very serious frown on her face - /very serious/ as he leafs through the old nostalgic reminders of her past without any sort of RESPECT. It's too late. The damage has been done. She's /doomed./

"Give. Me. That," she snaps, finally sitting forward on the bed to pluck the old license out of his hand. Maybe he didn't see the name, /maybe/ he was just looking at the picture. It's not one of her better ones, after all, and no one likes their ID photos anyway. Smiling, hair pulled back, totally rolled out of bet that day for one purpose - to get her photo taken. In the picture, she was probably 18 or 19, but it's the name she looks to, hoping it's miraculously rubbed off or something.

Eyes narrowing at her husband, she says, "What."

—-

/Heeheehee/. Nathan allows the license to be taken from him, because he's seen all he needs to see, if the smug little smile has anything to say about it. And it certainly wasn't the photo. "Nothing," he responds, neatly putting the folder back where he had picked it up from. He clears his throat. "/Adelheid/."

—-

Oh /god./ No. No! Heidi presses her lips together, going bright red - a stuning contrast to black hair! For a long time, she just doesn't say anything, unsure about whether she's too embarrassed or angry to speak. This was supposed to be one of those things he /never knew/ because she knew he'd totally use it against her, /DAMMIT./ "That's—!" She sniffs angrily, taking a deep breath, then letting it out, before she adds, "/not how you say it./"

Looking back at the identification, Heidi picks up the folder and drops it back inside. Maybe he'll forget. It's a weird name, after all… He'll have to ask her what it said in a few days, and /she won't tell./ Then again, he's a lawyer. He probably remembers everything.

—-

He doesn't remember everything. For instance, Nathan has forgotten her birthday at least a few times when they were first together, and he conveniently sometimes forgets to put away the laundry when she mentions it needs putting away. But /this/. Oh no. He's not going to forget this. He's obviously smiling, now, because Heidi is generally a rather together person and seeing her blush bright red is damned entertaining.

"Then how /do/ you say it?" Nathan asks, leaning back on his hands against the bed. "Ah-DEL-hide, or… Addle-heed…" This is /fun/.

—-

He's getting way too much enjoyment out of this. It's like her best-kept secret, something she rarely even told her friends. She even went out of her way to make sure her /teachers/ knew her name was 'Heidi,' because the name was so different that she used to get teased for it back when she was a lot younger. It was traumatic, /okay!?/ It's a pretty name, but kids are cruel.

"It's German. /Ah/-del-heit," she says, surrendering, sighing. It's not like she can take it back or make him forget. He's right, though - very seldom has Heidi been this ruffled. "I had it changed when I was twenty."

—-

"/Ah/-del-heit," Nathan repeats, this time with… well, not perfect pronounciation, but accurate enough. Not Addle-heed, in any case. He's still smirking, despite the fact that Heidi is clearly flustered - or 'because of'? who knows! - but he still reaches out a hand to take hers in an attempt to pull her closer. "Why'd you change it?"

—-

It's at this point that she gives Nathan the 'what, are you /nuts/' smile, or at least looks at him like he's at least a few sandwiches short of a picnic. The bright red in her cheeks is fading a little, though she still feels warm, distinctly uncomfortable thanks to this particular secret being laid bare. She allows Nathan to bring her closer, though she's not so willing to kiss and make up. "That was my private file, you had no right to go digging through it."

Not quite the answer he wanted, eh? But now that he /knows,/ what's the harm in saying? "Why do you think?" She asks. "Because of idiots like you who can't keep their mouths shut. I hate it. I've been Heidi since I was like, six years old anyway."

—-

"Well you shoulda been quicker," Nathan says, coolly, not at all bothered by her repimand. "It's not /that/ bad. It's just, you know. German." He had been attempting to smooth out that smirk into something more friendly that won't ensure he's sleeping on the couch tonight, but he can't help it, it twitches back to life and he tightens that hold on her hand just a little bit so she can't attack him with both hands available. Because it's always the quiet ones. "You're Heidi, I get it." Pause. "Adelheid."

—-

"I— " …she has no response to that. She could have fought more, but in the end, she knows he would have seen it anyway. She could have taken the folder to the next state, and he still would have found it. Maybe she was just saving herself from prolonging the inevitable, namely Nathan being a stinky jerk face. Oh, she can see that smirk, and she's /very, very/ annoyed. But Heidi already knows that he's about to say something stupid by the way his hand grips hers. She shifts a little on the bed, and when he calls her /THAT NAME/ again, she kicks his shin. Hard.

—-

He forgot about the legs! His jerks away in belated defense, but it's too late, the kick connecting. "/Ow/! Christ." NO MORE HAND HOLDING. Nathan releases her hand in favour of scooting /away/ from his wife… oh but he's still smirking. Because no matter how this ends, or how large a bruise he's going to get, /he's won/, because /he knows/ and will never unsee it, especially now. "Does it really bother you?" he asks, a genuine question despite himself.

—-

See, because Heidi obviously has more brains than Nathan. Kicking is much more effective, anyway, and she's not going to feel bad about it later, either. AT ALL. Because he deserved it, and people ought to get what they deserve! "You really have to ask?" she demands. Now that her hands are free, she aims a smack for his shoulder, though it lacks the ferocity that the kick did. She's calming down incrementally - slowly. "It's a terrible name. I have no /idea/ what my parents were thinking. I can't stand it."

—-

Nathan barely blinks at the shoulder smack - that's pretty standard. It's like a 'I hate you even though I love you' swat, or at least, that's how /he/ interprets it. And he can live with that. "It's not terrible," he argues. "It's just German and so, just a little ridiculous." Now, he opens his arms. Kiss and make up time! Right?

—-

He's crazy, Heidi decides. He must have hit his head or something, if he expects her to just take all that and then fall into his arms all docile-like and forget about this ever happening. "Uh, /no!/" she says, picking up that dreadful folder and getting to her feet. "You can't tell me that my name is ridiculous then ask for loving. Doesn't work that way." Didn't she just say it's not her name anymore? Okay, maybe she's got a soft spot for it, and kind of /sometimes/ misses it. Sometimes. It was unique, in any case. "'Heidi' is German, too. Is that ridiculous?"

Yep, she's going to make this tough. "Like /you/ don't have any horrible secrets. When I find out, I'm going to— You'll be sorry, Nathan." She's joking. Mostly. Of course, this is near a decade before she'll discover his /real/ secret, which won't turn out so great, but… No one can predict the future! …That Heidi knows of.

—-

Okay well. Admittedly, Nathan wasn't quite expecting it to be that easy. A long shot, but he had to make it. His arms drop back down to his sides. "You're doing that thing," Nathan says, now raising a hand, finger pointing up. "The female dichotomy thing." You know, are we really surprised he married his first real girlfriend? "Where you're allowed to hate the name but /I'm/ not, nor am I allowed to like it."

…ahaha, as for horrible secrets… Nathan doesn't actually react, outwardly. Barely does he even bat an eye. But oh does he appreciate this brand of irony. "I'm sure I will be /very/ sorry."

—-

It's kind of amusing to Heidi just /how deep/ Nathan can dig this hole for himself. Were she less patient, less /understanding/ of his idiosyncrasies and brashness, this marriage wouldn't have lasted a week. But she doesn't just tolerate them, she loves him for it. "You're doing that thing where you stick your foot in your mouth," she points out matter-of-factly, though it's pretty clear by this point that she's not angry.

Heidi sits back down on the bed, pulling one leg up and folding it under her. "Fair enough," she responds, since he's right - she's being a little unreasonable, but as she pointed out to herself before - and it still holds true - the damage is already done. She's already made a big deal out of it. "Do you? Like it, I mean. Not that it matters, since it's not my name. But, you know. Curious."

—-

It's a good thing she does, because honestly, if Nathan /noticed/ the holes he dug himself, he certainly doesn't care. But at least here, he recognises when to let up. "I do like it," he answers, with a mild smile - still minutely teasing, but at least a little more gentle and genuine. "I like 'Heidi' more, but I don't see what's so bad." Now! /Now/ he goes in for loving, starting with an attempt to kiss her cheek.

—-

Aw, okay. This is better. Much easier to deal with when her face isn't red, at any rate, so this time, Heidi actually takes the compliment. "Well, fine, you can like it, but I still don't." Heidi isn't changing it back, either. Not that she had a hard time changing it in the first place, but she'd rather have something she can tolerate on her official records. Heidi is a pretty name. Adelheid sounds - to her anyway - too /not female./ It's not exactly masculine, since it doesn't sound like any name at all, really, but it's not really her at all.

Giving in, she rolls her eyes and lets Nathan kiss her, though another sigh escapes as she wraps her arms around him. "Promise you're not going to /tell/ anyone," she says.

—-

"No, I'm definitely keeping this one to myself," Nathan says, because why on earth would you want to share something so excellent? No, this is /his/ secret weapon, to be used only sparingly. He puts his arms back around her, smoothing a hand up her arm. "I'm your husband, it's my job to know everything."

—-

"Okay, good," is all Heidi can think of to say. The folder is still in her hand even as they embrace; she's trying to figure out whether there's any point in getting rid of it now. She kind of enjoyed looking through it, even if her name used to border on ridiculous. Perhaps if she was raised in Europe, it'd be a lot easier to handle! "Would you still marry me if my name was Adelheid?" —and she says it so /well./

—-

"Adelheid," Nathan repeats, because he /has/ to. The accent makes it fun to say! "Well… I didn't marry you because you're called 'Heidi', now did I." He's good at the 'kiss' part, not so much at the 'make up', part. Perhaps he's assumed we're skipping ahead, here.

—-

"You are such an ass," she mutters into his shirt, giving him a squeeze before letting go and taking a step back. Holding the folder in front of her, Heidi looks at it before tossing it back onto the bed in the 'keep' pile. "I'm going to get ready if we're going out," she adds, starts to leave the room, stops, looks back. /Points at the folder./ "You keep your nose out of there."

—-

/What/? What did he do?! Nathan actually looks a little bewildered this time as she draws away. He was COMPLIMENTING her! Kind of. Not really. He holds up his hands in surrender. "I won't touch," he says.

—-

He didn't do anything! …this time. She's just changing the subject, honestly, and is desperately hoping that somehow between the time she leaves the room and finishes her shower, Nathan will spontaniously forget he ever saw that license. Not likely, unfortunately, but she can hope. And… Vow that they'll never give their kids weird names. That's about all she /can/ do.

—-

[OOC] Nathan dies. MONTY.
[OOC] Heidi :D
[OOC] Nathan says, "She broke that vow."
[OOC] Heidi says, "No, you did!"
[OOC] Nathan says, "NUH UH"
[OOC] Heidi says, "UH HU"
[OOC] Heidi says, "Nathan: I LIKE THE NAME MONROE! :D :D :D :D :D Heidi: …WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS"
[OOC] Nathan diiies.
[OOC] Heidi says, "…I'm putting that in the log."

—-

But he /will touch/. Nathan immediately goes to open the folder when he hears that she's gone to shower, pulling out the drivers license. Perfect. Now to hide it somewhere and later get bored at the firm and make a bazillion photocopies to paper the house with for her birthday or similar. For a guy who likes to get laid, he really does make it difficult for himself.

THANKS FOR READING, EVERYONE! :D

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