not the fics I'm supposed to be posting
Recently, I had two very different conversations. One with
acejillian about how the Petrelli angle was so the Tam angle ( the crack conversation); one with
never_evil about how Michael and Nathan shop at the same place.(the evidence)
And then I wrote about it.
Title: All of Us
Fandom: Heroes/Firefly Crossover
Rating: PG
Summary: The Petrelli name still sounds like money and power, only now the money is exchanged on massive ships (Petrelli Class, they fight to get approved) and power means Alliance-tied.
A Heroes/Firefly Crossover
Another time, another place, and the Petrelli name still sounds like money and power, only now the money is exchanged on massive ships (Petrelli Class, they fight to get approved) and power means Alliance-tied. Nathan folds up his sleeves and reports to a room with no address and isn't allowed to tell anyone what he does, or with whom. It works out just fine for him, though, because he's used to keeping secrets (the Alliance, for instance, has no idea he's a spy).
His brother is still crazy. There was a time, a couple years back, when all Peter would talk about was the war. Why weren't they taking up arms. Why didn't they pour all their money into Browncoat-inventory, and do something for a change. How could Nathan bear to rub elbows and drink with the same men who were killing for Unification (because, Peter, the Browncoats are going to lose, and we have to stay standing). Then Peter was quietly recruited into an Alliance program because he developed some special qualities (Nathan, too, but he never mentions it - he's not an idiot) and he wanted to go into hiding instead.
Difficult, to hide one of the Core's favorite sons. They manage though, keeping him underground, in disguise. Most of the time, everything is shiny, but on occasion someone recognizes him and then he has to disappear all over again before rumors grow. It was an old woman, the last time, last week, with a small, shaky, wrinkled hand that pointed out to people, Isn't that that Petrelli boy?
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Nathan loosens his collar while he waits and runs a hand through his hair. On one side of him, Hiro stares up at the sky, anxious for the sight of the much expected Firefly-class ship. At his other side, Peter frowns. He doesn't want to go - blames the Alliance for being the Alliance, and Nathan for being Nathan - but there's not much of a choice for any of them.
Several slow minutes pass before finally - finally- the ship called Serenity falls into view, looking like a junkyard glued together and flying with all the elegance of a leaf on the wind. It touches ground and the doors slip open and the first person out is a young girl who dashes towards them, declaring with all earnest, “Rain water falls on the painting and smears all the colors. Can't see what was drawn.”
Peter's hands find her shoulders and steady her for a moment, before an exasperated voice calls out - “River!” And the second person out is a young man in a vest, looking like rumpled refinement. Hair slicked, hands clean, and clothes that remind Nathan of his own closet - there is no way this is the vagabond Malcolm Reynolds he's heard about. After another moment, things sort of click and Nathan remembers the Tam Family, who was less lucky than Petrellis. Simon Tam, the man who paid for his sister's freedom with his own, and River - the dangerous one. “River, come here,” Simon says and eases her from Peter's arms into the cradle of his own. “I'm sorry, she doesn't...” He glances up and frowns. “Nathan Petrelli?” He pulls River back, and narrows his eyes.
“What is it?” Asks another man, who entered the scene so quietly Nathan didn't notice him until now. The long, brown, over-used duster matches the weariness on his face and gives it away: this is Malcolm Reynolds, captain of Serenity. His fingers twitch slightly, and Nathan knows there's a gun or two beneath the folds of that duster.
“The Petrellis are major players in Alliance policy,” Simon explains.
“So were the Tams,” Nathan reminds them all.
But the young doctor has the captain's ear, and Reynolds gives him, Peter, and Hiro a careful, hard look. “I didn't come looking for no trouble, but if this is a set-up...” He doesn't finish his sentence, but Nathan was a soldier once, too, and he can recognize a man with death on his hands.
“It's not. My brother needs a quiet ride out of the Core and I was told you could provide that.” There's a better explanation, about underground efforts and the path of information, but secrets wouldn't be secrets if they were told to every mercenary on the street. He sets his jaw and drops an arm around Peter's shoulder because he can tell the younger man wants to talk out their situation to strangers and needs to keep him silent. He doesn't notice the gesture of restraint echoes the protective arm Simon keeps around River.
“Anything Alliance-related is gonna cost you double,” Reynolds declares after a moment.
“Give me your price and I'll give you my word.” Peter sighs, and Hiro flips open the top of his bag. The assistant found it on a planet somewhere, and instantly loved it - a picture of a dinosaur embroidered onto the inside of the flap. Hiro removes Nathan's accounting book from inside and makes a note of the settled-upon price.
Another man saunters down from the ship, exclaiming the need to stretch his legs and breathe in deep, but his eyes catch on Hiro's bag and he exclaims, “Oh, shiny.” River Tam giggles, Simon sighs, Reynolds shakes his head, Peter smiles, and Nathan closes his eyes, relieved for the moment.
This might work out.
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Title: Shop Alike, Save Alike
Fandom: A Heroes/Prison Break Crossover
Rating: G
Summary: Nathan says, "Let me guess. You have a brother.
Shop Alike, Save Alike
A Heroes/Prison Break Crossover
“Look nice,” his mother said, as if he went around looking like a slob most days. But he chalked it up to his mother being his mother and just nodded to appease her.
Now, he waits in a plush chair while a thin-lipped woman in high heels holds up suits for his evaluation. He waves away two blue ones because he has enough of those - an orange one, because it's hideous - a red one, because it's not tame enough for the dinner party he's going to... eventually, he's just sending everything back and wondering why he didn't let Heidi do this when she offered (he hadn't wanted to burden her, though).
She goes away and he sits alone in the expensive store for a moment. The list of things he could be doing starts to grow in his mind, filling his limbs with a heavy impatience, and he is two seconds from standing up and leaving when the doors open and shut and another man steps inside.
Younger, intense eyes, and Nathan wants to sigh because he sees similar passion in Peter's eyes, and that starts him wondering what the younger Petrelli is doing now. Hopefully not trying to take on the world again, but... probably trying to take on the world again.
“Is someone coming back...”
“Yeah,” Nathan says.
“Good.” The man reaches into a pocket and pulls out a map - blueprint - something, meticulously drawn, and studies it hard. He's well-dressed, though, and poised; he belongs here, in this store, though the expression which grows across his face is nothing but troubled.
After a moment, older brother instinct wins out and Nathan asks, “Are you okay?”
“Fine. Thank you.” When Nathan fails to be appeased, the man glances up and sighs. “I'm Michael Scofield.”
“Nathan Petrelli.”
“Nathan,” Michael repeats, dropping his head. “Thank you, honestly. I'm just having... do you ever feel like you've bitten off more than you can chew, but you have to manage it anyways?”
That spreads a smile across Nathan's lips. “Let me guess. You have a brother.”
“Yeah.” And Michael almost smiles, too.
“You do manage, when you have to,” Nathan promises him, and means it.
“You think?”
“I know. Taking care of family is not the easiest job in the world, sometimes you do things you don't want to, and people don't always understand why things have to be the way they are, but... it works itself out. I'm sure you guys will be fine.”
Michael glances back up. “Yeah. Thanks.” He looks at his paper again and nodded to himself, confidently.
The woman clicks her heels back into view with one last model - a calmly-colored, tapered suit over a blue shirt and striped tie. “I'll take it,” both men say at once, and she's just glad they have another one in the back.
acejillian about how the Petrelli angle was so the Tam angle ( the crack conversation); one with
never_evil about how Michael and Nathan shop at the same place.(the evidence)
And then I wrote about it.
Title: All of Us
Fandom: Heroes/Firefly Crossover
Rating: PG
Summary: The Petrelli name still sounds like money and power, only now the money is exchanged on massive ships (Petrelli Class, they fight to get approved) and power means Alliance-tied.
A Heroes/Firefly Crossover
Another time, another place, and the Petrelli name still sounds like money and power, only now the money is exchanged on massive ships (Petrelli Class, they fight to get approved) and power means Alliance-tied. Nathan folds up his sleeves and reports to a room with no address and isn't allowed to tell anyone what he does, or with whom. It works out just fine for him, though, because he's used to keeping secrets (the Alliance, for instance, has no idea he's a spy).
His brother is still crazy. There was a time, a couple years back, when all Peter would talk about was the war. Why weren't they taking up arms. Why didn't they pour all their money into Browncoat-inventory, and do something for a change. How could Nathan bear to rub elbows and drink with the same men who were killing for Unification (because, Peter, the Browncoats are going to lose, and we have to stay standing). Then Peter was quietly recruited into an Alliance program because he developed some special qualities (Nathan, too, but he never mentions it - he's not an idiot) and he wanted to go into hiding instead.
Difficult, to hide one of the Core's favorite sons. They manage though, keeping him underground, in disguise. Most of the time, everything is shiny, but on occasion someone recognizes him and then he has to disappear all over again before rumors grow. It was an old woman, the last time, last week, with a small, shaky, wrinkled hand that pointed out to people, Isn't that that Petrelli boy?
------
Nathan loosens his collar while he waits and runs a hand through his hair. On one side of him, Hiro stares up at the sky, anxious for the sight of the much expected Firefly-class ship. At his other side, Peter frowns. He doesn't want to go - blames the Alliance for being the Alliance, and Nathan for being Nathan - but there's not much of a choice for any of them.
Several slow minutes pass before finally - finally- the ship called Serenity falls into view, looking like a junkyard glued together and flying with all the elegance of a leaf on the wind. It touches ground and the doors slip open and the first person out is a young girl who dashes towards them, declaring with all earnest, “Rain water falls on the painting and smears all the colors. Can't see what was drawn.”
Peter's hands find her shoulders and steady her for a moment, before an exasperated voice calls out - “River!” And the second person out is a young man in a vest, looking like rumpled refinement. Hair slicked, hands clean, and clothes that remind Nathan of his own closet - there is no way this is the vagabond Malcolm Reynolds he's heard about. After another moment, things sort of click and Nathan remembers the Tam Family, who was less lucky than Petrellis. Simon Tam, the man who paid for his sister's freedom with his own, and River - the dangerous one. “River, come here,” Simon says and eases her from Peter's arms into the cradle of his own. “I'm sorry, she doesn't...” He glances up and frowns. “Nathan Petrelli?” He pulls River back, and narrows his eyes.
“What is it?” Asks another man, who entered the scene so quietly Nathan didn't notice him until now. The long, brown, over-used duster matches the weariness on his face and gives it away: this is Malcolm Reynolds, captain of Serenity. His fingers twitch slightly, and Nathan knows there's a gun or two beneath the folds of that duster.
“The Petrellis are major players in Alliance policy,” Simon explains.
“So were the Tams,” Nathan reminds them all.
But the young doctor has the captain's ear, and Reynolds gives him, Peter, and Hiro a careful, hard look. “I didn't come looking for no trouble, but if this is a set-up...” He doesn't finish his sentence, but Nathan was a soldier once, too, and he can recognize a man with death on his hands.
“It's not. My brother needs a quiet ride out of the Core and I was told you could provide that.” There's a better explanation, about underground efforts and the path of information, but secrets wouldn't be secrets if they were told to every mercenary on the street. He sets his jaw and drops an arm around Peter's shoulder because he can tell the younger man wants to talk out their situation to strangers and needs to keep him silent. He doesn't notice the gesture of restraint echoes the protective arm Simon keeps around River.
“Anything Alliance-related is gonna cost you double,” Reynolds declares after a moment.
“Give me your price and I'll give you my word.” Peter sighs, and Hiro flips open the top of his bag. The assistant found it on a planet somewhere, and instantly loved it - a picture of a dinosaur embroidered onto the inside of the flap. Hiro removes Nathan's accounting book from inside and makes a note of the settled-upon price.
Another man saunters down from the ship, exclaiming the need to stretch his legs and breathe in deep, but his eyes catch on Hiro's bag and he exclaims, “Oh, shiny.” River Tam giggles, Simon sighs, Reynolds shakes his head, Peter smiles, and Nathan closes his eyes, relieved for the moment.
This might work out.
----
Title: Shop Alike, Save Alike
Fandom: A Heroes/Prison Break Crossover
Rating: G
Summary: Nathan says, "Let me guess. You have a brother.
Shop Alike, Save Alike
A Heroes/Prison Break Crossover
“Look nice,” his mother said, as if he went around looking like a slob most days. But he chalked it up to his mother being his mother and just nodded to appease her.
Now, he waits in a plush chair while a thin-lipped woman in high heels holds up suits for his evaluation. He waves away two blue ones because he has enough of those - an orange one, because it's hideous - a red one, because it's not tame enough for the dinner party he's going to... eventually, he's just sending everything back and wondering why he didn't let Heidi do this when she offered (he hadn't wanted to burden her, though).
She goes away and he sits alone in the expensive store for a moment. The list of things he could be doing starts to grow in his mind, filling his limbs with a heavy impatience, and he is two seconds from standing up and leaving when the doors open and shut and another man steps inside.
Younger, intense eyes, and Nathan wants to sigh because he sees similar passion in Peter's eyes, and that starts him wondering what the younger Petrelli is doing now. Hopefully not trying to take on the world again, but... probably trying to take on the world again.
“Is someone coming back...”
“Yeah,” Nathan says.
“Good.” The man reaches into a pocket and pulls out a map - blueprint - something, meticulously drawn, and studies it hard. He's well-dressed, though, and poised; he belongs here, in this store, though the expression which grows across his face is nothing but troubled.
After a moment, older brother instinct wins out and Nathan asks, “Are you okay?”
“Fine. Thank you.” When Nathan fails to be appeased, the man glances up and sighs. “I'm Michael Scofield.”
“Nathan Petrelli.”
“Nathan,” Michael repeats, dropping his head. “Thank you, honestly. I'm just having... do you ever feel like you've bitten off more than you can chew, but you have to manage it anyways?”
That spreads a smile across Nathan's lips. “Let me guess. You have a brother.”
“Yeah.” And Michael almost smiles, too.
“You do manage, when you have to,” Nathan promises him, and means it.
“You think?”
“I know. Taking care of family is not the easiest job in the world, sometimes you do things you don't want to, and people don't always understand why things have to be the way they are, but... it works itself out. I'm sure you guys will be fine.”
Michael glances back up. “Yeah. Thanks.” He looks at his paper again and nodded to himself, confidently.
The woman clicks her heels back into view with one last model - a calmly-colored, tapered suit over a blue shirt and striped tie. “I'll take it,” both men say at once, and she's just glad they have another one in the back.