Heroes: Fic and (wallpaper) pic!
So, for heroes_holidays, I have created the following!
First, a wallpaper, meant to fit two prompts: Hiro and Ando frienship fic or pic and Isaac and Hiro friendship fic/pic. It's 1024 x 768, tell me if you need it resized!
Also, a ficlet!
Title: Leave Only Footprints
Author: acaciaonnastik
Pairing/Characters: OFCs, Hiro Nakamura, Ando Masahashi, Nissan Versa
Rating: General Audiences
Recipient: darkfire_blade, for the prompt Hiro and Ando and their car fic or pic ^_-
Summary: A study of a friendship, through someone else's eyes. Well. Not exactly eyes.
The past is entombed in the present, the world is its own enduring monument; and that which is true of its physical is likewise true of its mental career. The discoveries of Psychometry will enable us to explore the history of man, as those of geology enable us to explore the history of the earth.
-Joseph Rodes Buchanan
Rachel Clark had been an archaeology student, and a good one; it was kind of surprising how much the habits she'd learned from it (like meticulous neatness) came in handy when you were trying to be discreet about ransacking rooms. Or, in this case, someone's car.
They'd found the blue Nissan Versa with the right plates exactly where they'd been told they would, and her appreciation of the absence of unexpectedness was all Company. These days, "unexpected" tended to mean "potentially fatal". The lock had presented her partner with no difficulties, and the car was... almost completely empty. Apparently the people renting it were in the habit of carrying their personal effects with them. There were a few touches, though- some fast-food wrappers in the little trash drawer, a comic book, that was about it.
Then she tugged off her gloves, shut her eyes, and began running her fingers lightly over the steering wheel, the dashboard, the radio, every surface she could find.
Oh, yes... they were definitely on the right track, the oddly spicy taste of someone very special was very, very strong. She held to that thread to keep from being distracted by all the other people who had rented that car before him, and sent her mind questing deeper, and soon even the spice was overwhelmed by the rest of it. There was a sadness so deep no tears would come, curled around a hope for the future that Rachel hadn't felt since the day she'd really come to understand how much history repeated itself. There was joy as pure as any she'd ever sensed, warm and smelling of sunlight, and she couldn't quite tell where that ended and the laser-harsh intensity of purpose began. And there was another presence, very distinct, very much without the other's heat, but amplifying the joy and blunting the edge of every pain-
A do-over. I like that.
It was almost overwhelming already, and she'd barely gotten beyond the surface impressions. She went deeper anyway.
The image of a katana flashed through her mind- it had loomed large in mood and talk- and that odd helical symbol she'd be prepared to swear she'd seen before. She thought she caught a glimpse of another spicy presence, but couldn't be sure. Entire conversations replayed in seconds, flickering back and forth between the sound, which wasn't a language she spoke, and the sense, which was the language everyone understood. I was afraid for you. I miss her. I'm so sorry I ever left- I forgive you- I will not let it happen again. I love you, friend.
This had to be too much. Rachel tugged her fingers away with the sound of gunfire echoing in her ears, and made damn sure to put her gloves back on before she started replacing items just where they'd been. Even through those, she got a last lingering taste of comfort (creamy and sweet) using the door handle to get out.
"It's definitely th- him," she told her partner, as she committed to her notebook everything she could put into words, in case it ever faded. "We should probably look into swords next. And that RNA sign."
Her partner was not unobservant. She almost certainly noticed that there were tears on Rachel's face, but she didn't comment.
First, a wallpaper, meant to fit two prompts: Hiro and Ando frienship fic or pic and Isaac and Hiro friendship fic/pic. It's 1024 x 768, tell me if you need it resized!
Also, a ficlet!
Title: Leave Only Footprints
Author: acaciaonnastik
Pairing/Characters: OFCs, Hiro Nakamura, Ando Masahashi, Nissan Versa
Rating: General Audiences
Recipient: darkfire_blade, for the prompt Hiro and Ando and their car fic or pic ^_-
Summary: A study of a friendship, through someone else's eyes. Well. Not exactly eyes.
The past is entombed in the present, the world is its own enduring monument; and that which is true of its physical is likewise true of its mental career. The discoveries of Psychometry will enable us to explore the history of man, as those of geology enable us to explore the history of the earth.
-Joseph Rodes Buchanan
Rachel Clark had been an archaeology student, and a good one; it was kind of surprising how much the habits she'd learned from it (like meticulous neatness) came in handy when you were trying to be discreet about ransacking rooms. Or, in this case, someone's car.
They'd found the blue Nissan Versa with the right plates exactly where they'd been told they would, and her appreciation of the absence of unexpectedness was all Company. These days, "unexpected" tended to mean "potentially fatal". The lock had presented her partner with no difficulties, and the car was... almost completely empty. Apparently the people renting it were in the habit of carrying their personal effects with them. There were a few touches, though- some fast-food wrappers in the little trash drawer, a comic book, that was about it.
Then she tugged off her gloves, shut her eyes, and began running her fingers lightly over the steering wheel, the dashboard, the radio, every surface she could find.
Oh, yes... they were definitely on the right track, the oddly spicy taste of someone very special was very, very strong. She held to that thread to keep from being distracted by all the other people who had rented that car before him, and sent her mind questing deeper, and soon even the spice was overwhelmed by the rest of it. There was a sadness so deep no tears would come, curled around a hope for the future that Rachel hadn't felt since the day she'd really come to understand how much history repeated itself. There was joy as pure as any she'd ever sensed, warm and smelling of sunlight, and she couldn't quite tell where that ended and the laser-harsh intensity of purpose began. And there was another presence, very distinct, very much without the other's heat, but amplifying the joy and blunting the edge of every pain-
A do-over. I like that.
It was almost overwhelming already, and she'd barely gotten beyond the surface impressions. She went deeper anyway.
The image of a katana flashed through her mind- it had loomed large in mood and talk- and that odd helical symbol she'd be prepared to swear she'd seen before. She thought she caught a glimpse of another spicy presence, but couldn't be sure. Entire conversations replayed in seconds, flickering back and forth between the sound, which wasn't a language she spoke, and the sense, which was the language everyone understood. I was afraid for you. I miss her. I'm so sorry I ever left- I forgive you- I will not let it happen again. I love you, friend.
This had to be too much. Rachel tugged her fingers away with the sound of gunfire echoing in her ears, and made damn sure to put her gloves back on before she started replacing items just where they'd been. Even through those, she got a last lingering taste of comfort (creamy and sweet) using the door handle to get out.
"It's definitely th- him," she told her partner, as she committed to her notebook everything she could put into words, in case it ever faded. "We should probably look into swords next. And that RNA sign."
Her partner was not unobservant. She almost certainly noticed that there were tears on Rachel's face, but she didn't comment.