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Title: Retreat. Part 2.
Characters: Sylar/Heidi
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1, 178
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: "Nathan" wants his wife to take a break after a bad experience. AU 5YG 'verse.
Note: Gift!fic for fifmeister . I hope you like it! WIP. She rests and gets a letter...
Part: 1, 2, 3
She sat in her pyjamas, flicking through the channels. He had convinced her, god knows how, that she should rest for a few weeks and she had relented. The photographers and cameras had caught her smiling and waving broadly as she was rushed onto the aeroplane, the first glimpse of Heidi Petrelli after her harrowing ordeal.
She watched Big Bird telling the kids to be in before curfew with a detached nonchalance, eyes glazed. She was never this much of a push over before, she would have told him no or put up more of a fight. Maybe he was right, she did need a break, no one would begrudge her it. It’s not like she’d be here forever.
The house was large and warm with wood panelled walls and floors gleaming a deep mahogany. The smell of polish infused everything but it was comforting, reminding her of her father’s shop. She had the whole house to herself, only Bertha the cook and cleaner and the numerous security guards patrolling the grounds. She was deep in the forests of Virginia. But she was watched wherever she went, cameras in plain sight but possibly more hidden, tracking her unaware. She wanted her children with her but they had just been sent back to school a week ago, having flown down for a mouth to be with their mother. But Nathan had promised that he would be with her shortly. And then they would have quality time alone. It would be the first time in six years.
Heidi sighed and picked herself up from the sofa and padded barefoot to the hallway and jumped in shock when she saw a man in the suit riffling through her letters. Security.
“Is there a reason that you’re looking through my mail?”
“Yes Ma’am.” Came the gruff reply, eyes twitching to her face and away again.
“And what would that be?”
His head straightened up. “To check for any suspicious packages.”
Heidi frowned. “But that is done before they are sent to me, so there is no need for you to do it again is there?” It had been years since Nathan had become president but it still irked her that her personal privacy was so scrutinised. And the simple things like this seemed the most aggravating. She stared at him coldly.
Not a blink. “The President requested it personally Ma’am.” He looked at her with a titled stance. “Better safe than sorry.” Heidi raised her brows and he straightened up again.
She sighed, shaking her head. “Fine, so are those safe? No bombs?” She held out her hand.
“Yes Ma’am, they were checked before they were brought here.” With that he laid them on her palm and left with a quick nod. Heidi scowled at his back before moving towards the kitchen.
Over a cup of coffee she finished reading the letter from her mother and moved onto the sack of letters that she received every week. Hundreds of letters from charities, schools, companies asking for her assistance. Usually to open building that had been named after her.
That was how she had been kidnapped, attending an opening for a new school for children with abnormalities. Not powers, abnormalities. The protesters were expected of course and quickly brought under heel if rowdy because the government fought fire with fire, had their own employees with special abilities, people that were all to happy to protect their country from people who thought above their station.
She had been just a child really, long brown hair pulled into a messy ponytail. She had been at the front of the barricade, waving something in her hand as she frantically called her name. Heidi, Heidi.
She walked to her with a friendly smile. “Do you want me to sign that?” The girl was clutching a photo, but she couldn’t make out of who at first.
“I found him! See!?” She pushed the photo under her nose and Heidi felt her stomach drop. Sylar. She looked away quickly and up to her the with a frown.
“He’s dead honey, he’s dead.”
The girl shook her head, tears beginning to well. “No, he’s not. The bogeymen hides in the office, I’ve seen him. You have to take his mask off! He’s a monster, why can’t you see that? Why can’t anyone?”
Heidi felt her pity rise and took the picture from her hand and tore it up, not looking at it as she did. “You see? It’s just an image on paper sweetie, it can’t hurt you. See? All gone.” She hid the pieces in her pocket and flourished her empty hands.
But the girl just cried harder, looking at her with a sad sympathy. Heidi was then ushered away, a cloud of unease following her until it faded with the passing of the day.
That night she had been kidnapped amidst the panic of running security men and sirens.
Heidi’s eye caught sight of a stamp on an envelope, a prison stamp. Gulping the rest of her coffee down she opened it and pulled out the letter. Her face grew red and then gradually paler as she finished it. She laid it down and stared at the trees through the window, her brows lowered over her eyes in deep thought.
Three women and one teenager were now waiting to be executed:
Meredith Gordon. Abnormality: Pyrokinesis.
Maya Herrera. Abnormality: Poison Emission (escapee.)
Sarah Ellis. Abnormality: Persuasion (escapee.)
And Molly Walker. Abnormality: Clairvoyance.
They had wanted her help they said, they only wanted the people they loved back. And Meredith Gordon had now requested her visit. Pleaded.
Heidi sat at the table, her stomach repeatedly turning over as she waited for her husband to arrive. After a seconds thought she folded the letter up and ran up to their bedroom and hid it in her jewellery box. He didn’t have to know, it would probably come to nothing anyway. That Gordon woman had sprouted nothing but false accusations about her husband, in the warehouse, and she seemed persistent to carry on.
Nathan would ever hide a daughter from her.
*
Soft fingertips traced down her back, writing words onto her skin. Mine, mine, mine…
“Nathan?”
“Hmm?”
Heidi looked at the large wooden box by her bedside as he pressed up closer from behind. “You’re happier with me now aren’t you?”
“When haven’t I been?” He kissed her shoulder and pulled away when she didn’t answer. “That was a rhetorical question.”
“You’d never cheat on me again?” Large hands pulled her over quickly and he looked down her with a frown.
“Again? Heidi there wouldn’t be an ‘again’ because there never would have been a first time.” He cupped her cheek, tilting his head. “What’s brought this on?”
Meredith thinks you have a daughter together and abandoned them. The words crammed into her throat but she swallowed them down. She smiled and shook her head. “Watching too many soap operas.” She lifted her head and kissed him.
He stared at her with a lingering doubt but she soon dissolved it.
Characters: Sylar/Heidi
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1, 178
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: "Nathan" wants his wife to take a break after a bad experience. AU 5YG 'verse.
Note: Gift!fic for fifmeister . I hope you like it! WIP. She rests and gets a letter...
Part: 1, 2, 3
She sat in her pyjamas, flicking through the channels. He had convinced her, god knows how, that she should rest for a few weeks and she had relented. The photographers and cameras had caught her smiling and waving broadly as she was rushed onto the aeroplane, the first glimpse of Heidi Petrelli after her harrowing ordeal.
She watched Big Bird telling the kids to be in before curfew with a detached nonchalance, eyes glazed. She was never this much of a push over before, she would have told him no or put up more of a fight. Maybe he was right, she did need a break, no one would begrudge her it. It’s not like she’d be here forever.
The house was large and warm with wood panelled walls and floors gleaming a deep mahogany. The smell of polish infused everything but it was comforting, reminding her of her father’s shop. She had the whole house to herself, only Bertha the cook and cleaner and the numerous security guards patrolling the grounds. She was deep in the forests of Virginia. But she was watched wherever she went, cameras in plain sight but possibly more hidden, tracking her unaware. She wanted her children with her but they had just been sent back to school a week ago, having flown down for a mouth to be with their mother. But Nathan had promised that he would be with her shortly. And then they would have quality time alone. It would be the first time in six years.
Heidi sighed and picked herself up from the sofa and padded barefoot to the hallway and jumped in shock when she saw a man in the suit riffling through her letters. Security.
“Is there a reason that you’re looking through my mail?”
“Yes Ma’am.” Came the gruff reply, eyes twitching to her face and away again.
“And what would that be?”
His head straightened up. “To check for any suspicious packages.”
Heidi frowned. “But that is done before they are sent to me, so there is no need for you to do it again is there?” It had been years since Nathan had become president but it still irked her that her personal privacy was so scrutinised. And the simple things like this seemed the most aggravating. She stared at him coldly.
Not a blink. “The President requested it personally Ma’am.” He looked at her with a titled stance. “Better safe than sorry.” Heidi raised her brows and he straightened up again.
She sighed, shaking her head. “Fine, so are those safe? No bombs?” She held out her hand.
“Yes Ma’am, they were checked before they were brought here.” With that he laid them on her palm and left with a quick nod. Heidi scowled at his back before moving towards the kitchen.
Over a cup of coffee she finished reading the letter from her mother and moved onto the sack of letters that she received every week. Hundreds of letters from charities, schools, companies asking for her assistance. Usually to open building that had been named after her.
That was how she had been kidnapped, attending an opening for a new school for children with abnormalities. Not powers, abnormalities. The protesters were expected of course and quickly brought under heel if rowdy because the government fought fire with fire, had their own employees with special abilities, people that were all to happy to protect their country from people who thought above their station.
She had been just a child really, long brown hair pulled into a messy ponytail. She had been at the front of the barricade, waving something in her hand as she frantically called her name. Heidi, Heidi.
She walked to her with a friendly smile. “Do you want me to sign that?” The girl was clutching a photo, but she couldn’t make out of who at first.
“I found him! See!?” She pushed the photo under her nose and Heidi felt her stomach drop. Sylar. She looked away quickly and up to her the with a frown.
“He’s dead honey, he’s dead.”
The girl shook her head, tears beginning to well. “No, he’s not. The bogeymen hides in the office, I’ve seen him. You have to take his mask off! He’s a monster, why can’t you see that? Why can’t anyone?”
Heidi felt her pity rise and took the picture from her hand and tore it up, not looking at it as she did. “You see? It’s just an image on paper sweetie, it can’t hurt you. See? All gone.” She hid the pieces in her pocket and flourished her empty hands.
But the girl just cried harder, looking at her with a sad sympathy. Heidi was then ushered away, a cloud of unease following her until it faded with the passing of the day.
That night she had been kidnapped amidst the panic of running security men and sirens.
Heidi’s eye caught sight of a stamp on an envelope, a prison stamp. Gulping the rest of her coffee down she opened it and pulled out the letter. Her face grew red and then gradually paler as she finished it. She laid it down and stared at the trees through the window, her brows lowered over her eyes in deep thought.
Three women and one teenager were now waiting to be executed:
Meredith Gordon. Abnormality: Pyrokinesis.
Maya Herrera. Abnormality: Poison Emission (escapee.)
Sarah Ellis. Abnormality: Persuasion (escapee.)
And Molly Walker. Abnormality: Clairvoyance.
They had wanted her help they said, they only wanted the people they loved back. And Meredith Gordon had now requested her visit. Pleaded.
Heidi sat at the table, her stomach repeatedly turning over as she waited for her husband to arrive. After a seconds thought she folded the letter up and ran up to their bedroom and hid it in her jewellery box. He didn’t have to know, it would probably come to nothing anyway. That Gordon woman had sprouted nothing but false accusations about her husband, in the warehouse, and she seemed persistent to carry on.
Nathan would ever hide a daughter from her.
*
Soft fingertips traced down her back, writing words onto her skin. Mine, mine, mine…
“Nathan?”
“Hmm?”
Heidi looked at the large wooden box by her bedside as he pressed up closer from behind. “You’re happier with me now aren’t you?”
“When haven’t I been?” He kissed her shoulder and pulled away when she didn’t answer. “That was a rhetorical question.”
“You’d never cheat on me again?” Large hands pulled her over quickly and he looked down her with a frown.
“Again? Heidi there wouldn’t be an ‘again’ because there never would have been a first time.” He cupped her cheek, tilting his head. “What’s brought this on?”
Meredith thinks you have a daughter together and abandoned them. The words crammed into her throat but she swallowed them down. She smiled and shook her head. “Watching too many soap operas.” She lifted her head and kissed him.
He stared at her with a lingering doubt but she soon dissolved it.