Characters: Heidi, Simon
Written during Medie's Because We Are Awesome Drabble-a-thon
"Mom! Mom! Come look!"Heidi's heart jumped into her throat when she heard her oldest son Simon yell. Was he hurt? Was something wrong? She ran into his bedroom, grateful she could walk again. Reaching the room, she immediately realized she didn't have to worry. Simon was sitting by his window, a huge grin on his face. She crossed the room. "What is it? What's wrong?" "You've gotta see this," Simon grinned. He then turned to the window and his eyes unfocused. "Simon, if this is some sort of joke, it's not..." She stopped the minute rain began to pour outside. Before she could say anything, it stopped as quickly as it began. "I...Simon, what's going on?" "Just watch." The rain started again, and then stopped. Heidi sank onto her son's bed, the breath knocked out of her. "How...?" But she knew the answer. She knew before she even asked the question. "Nathan was telling the truth," she whispered. Angela had convinced her Nathan was a crazy alcoholic when he tried to tell her he could fly. She had left without ever hearing him out, terrified he would hurt her or their boys. But watching her son start and stop the rain, she knew there was something to what he had tried to tell her. "Mom, are you okay?" She blinked, realizing Simon was standing next to her. She pulled him into a hug as a smile spread across her face. "Yeah, honey. I am." She knew what she had to do for herself and her boys.
She didn't expect the pains of sadness she felt. She thought she would relish the freedom college brought. But for the past two weeks since her dads left her there, Molly curled up in her bed and cried.She couldn't understand it. She liked her roommate. She had made several friends. However, when night came so did the tears. Damn it! She was eighteen years old. She was too old for this, but how could she stop it? "I'm not giving up and going home," she whispered to herself in the dark. "So if I can't go home, then why not bring home to me?" She closed her eyes and concentrated on her dads. Within minutes, she could see Matt and Mohinder as clear as if she were there. Mohinder bent over his desk, studying a stack of notes. His desk lamp was the only source of light in his study. A careless dark curl flopped into his eye as he read. Molly smiled. Mohinder was forever forgetting to sleep when he worked on something. The scene changed and she found Matt at the station. Apparently he had pulled the night shift again. He walked down a hallway, a folder under his arm. 'Going to interrogate somebody?' Molly wondered. Matt stopped in the middle of the hallway. He stared straight ahead for a moment, and then smiled. 'Molly.' She jumped when she heard his voice in her head. He always knew when she was looking for him. 'Good night, Molly.' She let the image disappear and opened her eyes. Her heart felt lighter. She no longer felt the urge to cry. Sighing, she turned onto her side. It felt good to know she could find them, no matter where she was.
Aw, hell, what was he waiting for? He took her face in his hands and touched her lips with his. Softly at first, then the intensity grew. Her supple lips parted to welcome him. He took the opportunity.After a while, they parted. Nathan grinned, unable to stop himself, while Heidi blushed. "Yeah," he said. "Good night."
One moment...and the whole world can change. Claire knew that all too well.
One moment, she was sneaking out to the Homecoming Game. Butterflies danced in her stomach as she thought about her upcoming coronation. Then her best friend died right in front of her.
All of a sudden, life was a roller coaster ride Claire could stop. Her family was gone. Her friends were gone. Her life was gone. All she had was herself...and maybe, just maybe Peter Petrelli, if she could find him.
One moment, one choice. Claire took a deep breath and ran.
Written for Medie's Kissin' a Fool Challenge
When she looks at him, Janice still sees the sweet, shy man she fell in love with. She sees the good heart lying beneath all the armor he's built around himself. She sees the man who will face the dark and fight it with everything he has. She believes in this man.
For a moment, he doesn't seem to believe in himself. There's only one thing she can do to show him she does.
She gently cradles his face in her hands, touching her lips to his. The kiss deepens, and Janice feels her heart flutter, like the first time she kissed him.
She pours every ounce of belief into this kiss and prays he feels it, too.
Reluctantly, she pulls away. Her eyes meet his. 'I believe in you, Matt,' she thinks. No words are needed. She knows he heard.
Written for Larah 33
"Pete, you've gotta hold still."
Nathan grimaced as he watched his five-year-old brother squirm inside his big coat.
"But I gotta go bad," Peter protested.
"I know, I know." Nathan gripped the zipper on Peter's coat and pulled as hard as he could. It remained where it was, refusing to budge.
Nathan let out a frustrated groan. Where the hell was the maid today? No teenager should have to put up with this. He was supposed to be out with his friends having the best snowball fight of his life. Instead, he was stuck watching his baby brother. And now this...a stubborn zipper on a winter coat. It so wasn't fair.
Peter's bottom lip began to tremble. "Don't be mad."
Nathan's head shot up. He hated when his brother knew what he was feeling. "No, Pete, not at you." He grabbed the zipper again. "I'm mad at this zipper." He pulled. Nothing. Rocking back on his heels, he studied the situation.
"Nathan, I really gotta go," Peter begged.
Nathan patted him on the shoulder. "Desperate times call for desperate measures." He smiled reassuringly and stood up. He made a beeline for the garage, knowing exactly what he needed. He returned with a pair of gardening shears. Peter's big brown eyes widened.
"Now, hold still," Nathan instructed. Grabbing the bottom of the coat, he cut through the material. Within a few seconds, Peter was free. Elated, the younger Petrelli raced for the bathroom.
Nathan looked down at the coat hanging limply from his hand. His mother was going to kill him for tearing up an expensive piece of clothing. He looked in the direction of the bathroom and realized he didn't care. Some things were more important.
Character: Matt Written for Heroes 100
I can't tell her. I want to. I want her to know everything. But I can't do it.
"Janice, I can read your mind." Oh, yeah, that sounds sane.
I have to, though. I love this woman; I can't leave her in the dark. I have to share this.
I take a deep breath, ready to spill the beans. Then I hear her.
Knows what? But I can't pick up anything else. It's like she's shut down.
So I lock my own secret down. Until I know hers, I can't share mine.
Written for Heroes 100
I don't think I can do this. It isn't a part of me. It's never been a part of me. It was always the drug, right? But then I saw Peter do it, and he said he can only do things if he's around someone else. God, can I do this?
I take Hiro's advice, closing my eyes and concentrating. Block out everything, Isaac. It doesn't help. I see nothing but the backs of my eyelids. And then...something happens. My eyes snap open and the room is gone. I'm painting. I can't stop. Maybe the power is mine after all.