The Start of Something (Monica/Hiro, PG)
Title: The Start of Something
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Monica/Hiro
Rating: PG
Type: Ficlet
Spoiler: General S2
Disclaimer: NBC owns Heroes. No profit being made people.
Prompt: Feb. 8th - Monica/Hiro: happy endings - the way your face lit up the entire sky.
Hiro strode pass the frozen inhabitants of French Quarter Bank, tightening his backpack. A colleague of his father's went to great trouble to put his journals into that vault. He was not just going to let it spill onto the marble floor...and into the hands of the masked man suspended in time by the doorway.
In a fraction of a second, Hiro was at the front door. He was about to remove the man's gun when he noticed something peculiar right behind the would-be robber. A hooded figure, horizontally mid-air, its sneakered feet a mere inch away from the criminal's back. Unfortunately, had the savior succeeded, they would've crashed into the bank's glass door. Transfixed with knowing who this person was, Hiro made the figure move slowly. Subtle curves appeared in loose pants and baggy sweatshirts. Hiro gulped. It was a girl! Or at least the stirrings inside Hiro hoped so.
Hiro's arms locked with the figure's, turning them to the sidewalk. Full speed returned to the duo, the force of it pushing them onto the pavement. The hood fell off revealing innocent eyes behind full lashes and a warm Mona Lisa smile. Definitely a girl. The clouds that floated during her concealment vanished, the bright sun showering down on her. "Megami." Hiro breathed. "You are...a hero?"
"No I'm Monica." The girl smiled. "I was trying to be one. A hero that is. You froze these people to save them, I suppose that would make you one too." Monica stared down at him. His glasses fogged up. He was cute and understood this secretive world she'd been immersing herself in. And he wasn't trying to cop a feel from his position under her. Under her?! Oh God... Monica leapt away from him. "Sorry,"
Hiro shook his head, silently saying she had nothing to apologize for. He winced and stood up. "I am Hiro. May I ask what is your power?"
Monica pulled out a lasso hidden under her sweatshirt, swinging it in the air. The loop went over the robber and Monica tightened the knot. "When I see an ordinary person do something extraordinary, I can do it exactly. I'm the ultimate copycat." Monica gasped as the criminal and Hiro were gone one moment and Hiro back again the next. Still took a lot getting used to.
"I took him to the police station." Hiro explained. "He was scared. Confessed to his plan. Probably their quickest arrest ever."
"If you don't count the arrests made with planted evidence." Monica quipped.
Hiro ceased making time stand still. The usual hustle and bustle in town reemerged. Hiro and Monica stood in front of each other, neither knowing what quite to say. It was too late to talk about the weather. Too early to talk about the fallen relatives in their closets. "I have to go." Hiro said solemnly. "I left my sister alone with my friend Ando. Nothing good could come of that."
He was there and then he wasn't. Then Monica heard something she could only describe as a yelp. Suddenly a lotus flower was in her palm. On it a brief, but carefully written message.
Joketsu,
I felt something
with you.
Please contact
me. We have a
lot to discuss.
--Hiro.Nakamura
@PrimetechPaper.com
Monica waltzed into the French Quarter Bank and cashed her Burger Bonanza check. It wasn't much, it never was, but it didn't phase her. Monica was becoming rich in ways that were intangible.
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Monica/Hiro
Rating: PG
Type: Ficlet
Spoiler: General S2
Disclaimer: NBC owns Heroes. No profit being made people.
Prompt: Feb. 8th - Monica/Hiro: happy endings - the way your face lit up the entire sky.
Hiro strode pass the frozen inhabitants of French Quarter Bank, tightening his backpack. A colleague of his father's went to great trouble to put his journals into that vault. He was not just going to let it spill onto the marble floor...and into the hands of the masked man suspended in time by the doorway.
In a fraction of a second, Hiro was at the front door. He was about to remove the man's gun when he noticed something peculiar right behind the would-be robber. A hooded figure, horizontally mid-air, its sneakered feet a mere inch away from the criminal's back. Unfortunately, had the savior succeeded, they would've crashed into the bank's glass door. Transfixed with knowing who this person was, Hiro made the figure move slowly. Subtle curves appeared in loose pants and baggy sweatshirts. Hiro gulped. It was a girl! Or at least the stirrings inside Hiro hoped so.
Hiro's arms locked with the figure's, turning them to the sidewalk. Full speed returned to the duo, the force of it pushing them onto the pavement. The hood fell off revealing innocent eyes behind full lashes and a warm Mona Lisa smile. Definitely a girl. The clouds that floated during her concealment vanished, the bright sun showering down on her. "Megami." Hiro breathed. "You are...a hero?"
"No I'm Monica." The girl smiled. "I was trying to be one. A hero that is. You froze these people to save them, I suppose that would make you one too." Monica stared down at him. His glasses fogged up. He was cute and understood this secretive world she'd been immersing herself in. And he wasn't trying to cop a feel from his position under her. Under her?! Oh God... Monica leapt away from him. "Sorry,"
Hiro shook his head, silently saying she had nothing to apologize for. He winced and stood up. "I am Hiro. May I ask what is your power?"
Monica pulled out a lasso hidden under her sweatshirt, swinging it in the air. The loop went over the robber and Monica tightened the knot. "When I see an ordinary person do something extraordinary, I can do it exactly. I'm the ultimate copycat." Monica gasped as the criminal and Hiro were gone one moment and Hiro back again the next. Still took a lot getting used to.
"I took him to the police station." Hiro explained. "He was scared. Confessed to his plan. Probably their quickest arrest ever."
"If you don't count the arrests made with planted evidence." Monica quipped.
Hiro ceased making time stand still. The usual hustle and bustle in town reemerged. Hiro and Monica stood in front of each other, neither knowing what quite to say. It was too late to talk about the weather. Too early to talk about the fallen relatives in their closets. "I have to go." Hiro said solemnly. "I left my sister alone with my friend Ando. Nothing good could come of that."
He was there and then he wasn't. Then Monica heard something she could only describe as a yelp. Suddenly a lotus flower was in her palm. On it a brief, but carefully written message.
Joketsu,
I felt something
with you.
Please contact
me. We have a
lot to discuss.
--Hiro.Nakamura
@PrimetechPaper.com
Monica waltzed into the French Quarter Bank and cashed her Burger Bonanza check. It wasn't much, it never was, but it didn't phase her. Monica was becoming rich in ways that were intangible.