Length: 6,875 words (2/3) Rating: T for language and distressing themes TWs: nightmares, PTSD, non-graphic descriptions of pain
“You doin’ okay?”
Kate chews the end of the pen as her mouth goes dry, then swallows hard and wets her lips. “I’m not sure how to answer that.”
Her mom shrugs a little. “Honesty’s always a great start.”
“Well, I'm honestly not sure how to answer that,” she barely avoids snapping.
“Katie…”
The words explode out of her before she’s even processed them.
“I left New York to come home for a week of tornado research, and instead I’m looking at a month of itchy medical shit, and a couch that’s older than I am, and—and stupid fucking reruns,” she finishes, breathing a little too heavy, and chucks her pen at the TV. “And that’s not fair.”
Length: 4,158 words (1/3) Rating: T for language and intense themes TWs: non-graphic injuries, panic attack, vomiting
“I get it,” she interrupts and tries not to glare at the knee brace, or at the few inches of scar that it doesn’t quite cover. “Sapulpa until further notice.”
Cathy pats her hand. “Try not to sound too excited about another month with your mom.”
Kate takes a breath to steady herself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. Being back here has just been…”
“Hey,” she soothes and squeezes Kate’s hand now. “I get it, and I wish this place would stop puttin’ you through the wringer. But maybe the downtime will do you some good,” she suggests. “Take a break from chasin’. Give Oklahoma a chance to make amends. Who knows—you might just fall in love again.”
Suddenly the door opens and Tyler shoves through with a coffee cup in each hand. “Two creams and two sugars for you,” he says and offers one to Cathy, “and black for me.” He lifts his own cup to his lips but stops mid-motion when he finally realizes what he’s interrupted; starts to speak, changes his mind, tries again, then his expression softens. “Hey, Kate,” he greets just above a whisper.
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(An alternate ending, three parts, title from “Out of the Woods” by Taylor Swift.)
Chapters:
1/1
Fandom:
Twister (Movies 1996 2024), Twisters (2024)
Rating:
Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships:
Kate Carter/Tyler Owens (Twisters)
Characters:
Kate Carter (Twisters), Tyler Owens (Twisters)
Additional Tags:
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Literal Sleeping Together, Nightmares, Storm Chasing, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon
Summary:
The doctor who had come to give Kate her discharge papers had been very clear: until she was fully recovered — four weeks at minimum — she was to do very little physical activity, lift nothing over five pounds, and she was expressly forbidden from even thinking about chasing a tornado.
The hospital should have added phone calls with Tyler Owens to the list.
“Jo can see something in his eyes though, in the look he’s giving Kate, that says it’s so much more. It reminds her of the time Bill had done the same for her— Confronted her with the past in the face of losing her to it. Helped her learn to live with it, to let it go. ”
oneshot Rating: Mature Fandom: Twisters (2024) Relationships: Kate Carter/Tyler Owens Characters: Kate Carter, Tyler Owens Additional tags: sexual content, just a smidge of Kate’s PTSD Summary: Kate and Tyler wait out a tornado in a storm cellar, for once.
Kate gave the radar feed on her tablet a double-take. She’d been poring over research, engrossed in the different properties of polymers similar to sodium polyacrylate that would be, in theory, less detrimental to the environment but still able to tame a tornado. Suddenly, it was three hours later than when she’d started and her stomach was grumbling. Ignoring her hunger, she took the tablet in hand, pinching to zoom in on the area over Sapulpa. “Shit,” she swore under her breath.
At the workstation across from hers, Tyler didn’t hear her, engrossed in editing yet another video for the Tornado Wranglers channel. They were alone in the barn, their unofficial headquarters, at least for the rest of the season.
Here’s yet another Tyler x Kate fic - can’t stop myself ♥️🌪️
ANNUAL DERECHO
Kate’s anger came in tractable forms Tyler had easily categorized during their three months together. Most frequently when Tyler pissed her off, he’d easily disarm her with his warm charm or an earnest declaration. Occasionally, her quiet melancholy could metastasize into a subtle ire that she contained by seeking solitude. He knew this, and gave her the space she required to shake it off. These were rare occurrences, though, within her generally sunny and energetic mien.
