Milliways Enterance OOM Prt 2
He could've slept through the trip to City Hall.
The FBI issue vehicle hit a bump just as they were passing under the 110, waking him up in time to see the familiar brick facade of the Parker Building.
His heart sank into his stomache as he lowered his head, trying not to look at the rest of the world going about it's business when the door opened and closed. For a petite woman, Hanson was strong.
The door opened, the door closed, and-
(Wo)Woah! It's a cop
There it was again.
He couldn't shake it. Whatever this was wasn't going away. It was like that time in camp when he'd insisted that there were woodchucks living under their cabin, and nobody believed him until Taylor woke up with one on his chest...
Matt's head twisted around as the security guard buzzed them in, running the wand over both he and Aubrey as she flashed a badge, clearly very familiar with this.
They taught a class in interrogation at the academy. It was a class Matt had paid a hell of alot of attention to (Easy enough with such convincing aids)
Step One. Attempt to establish a relationship.
That lasted ten minutes before Hanson told him point blank that she didn't believe a goddamn word he was saying and he couldn't convince her otherwise.
Step Two. Good Cop, Bad Cop
Hanson's partner had vanished. Either that or she was watching behind the glass. Two-way glass had always kind of unnerved him. You never knew who was watching on the other side, or what they were saying.
Two Hours later they were at an impasse. Matt wanted to drop his head onto the table, shake whatever this was out of his brain along with the whole situation.
"...I don't know how else to explain this." Matt drew in a breath, "...I heard a little girl calling for help. I responded."
Hanson sighed, "And you found a little girl inside a wall. Then somehow managed to pull the name Sylar out of your ass, a name that only a few people in this building know."
"Yes-I-"
Matt found himself at a loss as far as what he could say, "...Look. I only wish I knew what's going on. It's like-"
Here comes the crazy.
"...I'm hearing these voices in my head."
His gaze twisted to the FBI agent, both hopeful and worried at once. On the one hand hearing voices is a bad thing. On the other-
On the other side of the coin there's Aubrey Hanson. FBI agent with a slight "Mulder" streak that her colleagues continuously give her hell about. And I thought I was a crackpot
But the cop kept staring.
"....And do the voices tell you to do things?" Hanson waved her hand, "-Dress up as a clown, kill the president-"
Matt shot her a look filled with venom, "...No. It's more like-" Here was his theory played out, "...Thoughts."
It was like something out of the Twilight Zone he knew. He fully expected her to call him crazy, then revealing the twist ending that somehow-All their spoken dialogue was somebody's thoughts. Or that somehow this was all planned, like a comicbook.
Or worse. A TV show.
"....What am I thinking right now?"
Matt blinked, "-Huh?"
"What am I thinking now?" She folded her hands across her chest, staring him down, "If you're really a mind reader. Tell me what I'm thinking right now."
And how the hell am I supposed to do that? Focus intently? Think at her head? Imagine a blank wall? My science fiction's a little behind the times.
He was no Jedi.
"...You're thinking I'm crazy." That was easy, "...Or that I'm...stupid." He laughed, wanting to die a little inside, "...Wasn't that easy?"
This was too much. It brought back painful memories of Sixth Street Elementary, being called onto the carpet by his teacher of the week. Matthew Parkman, why can't you just try harder? Matthew Parkman, what's the matter with you?
(C'mon) C'mon Parkman. I need this more then you do. Nobody respects me-
It was too much for Hanson, who let out a sigh, "...Nobody respects you, thinks you're important-" Matt snorted, " I know what that's like."
He hadn't expected to find such a common bond with someone who was FBI, just like that.
Aubrey stared.
Can you really-can you hear this?
".....Yes." It sounded kind of offbeat, like someone was shouting across a canyon, but it was There.
I'm hearing people's thoughts
He wasn't imagining it. It hadn't stopped, this was-It was-
"How'd you like to come and work for us?"
Matt's world stopped spinning, "-What?"
"...How'd you like," Aubrey's eyebrow was raised, face expressionless, "...To come and work for us?"
Matt studied Aubrey as if she'd just grown wings.
"....What?"
"...Come with me and I'll explain." She motioned for him to stand, " I'd like you to talk to the little girl."
Matt stood, straightening his uniform as he frowned at his new companion before jamming his hands in his pockets and following her through the door.
The FBI issue vehicle hit a bump just as they were passing under the 110, waking him up in time to see the familiar brick facade of the Parker Building.
His heart sank into his stomache as he lowered his head, trying not to look at the rest of the world going about it's business when the door opened and closed. For a petite woman, Hanson was strong.
The door opened, the door closed, and-
(Wo)Woah! It's a cop
There it was again.
He couldn't shake it. Whatever this was wasn't going away. It was like that time in camp when he'd insisted that there were woodchucks living under their cabin, and nobody believed him until Taylor woke up with one on his chest...
Matt's head twisted around as the security guard buzzed them in, running the wand over both he and Aubrey as she flashed a badge, clearly very familiar with this.
They taught a class in interrogation at the academy. It was a class Matt had paid a hell of alot of attention to (Easy enough with such convincing aids)
Step One. Attempt to establish a relationship.
That lasted ten minutes before Hanson told him point blank that she didn't believe a goddamn word he was saying and he couldn't convince her otherwise.
Step Two. Good Cop, Bad Cop
Hanson's partner had vanished. Either that or she was watching behind the glass. Two-way glass had always kind of unnerved him. You never knew who was watching on the other side, or what they were saying.
Two Hours later they were at an impasse. Matt wanted to drop his head onto the table, shake whatever this was out of his brain along with the whole situation.
"...I don't know how else to explain this." Matt drew in a breath, "...I heard a little girl calling for help. I responded."
Hanson sighed, "And you found a little girl inside a wall. Then somehow managed to pull the name Sylar out of your ass, a name that only a few people in this building know."
"Yes-I-"
Matt found himself at a loss as far as what he could say, "...Look. I only wish I knew what's going on. It's like-"
Here comes the crazy.
"...I'm hearing these voices in my head."
His gaze twisted to the FBI agent, both hopeful and worried at once. On the one hand hearing voices is a bad thing. On the other-
On the other side of the coin there's Aubrey Hanson. FBI agent with a slight "Mulder" streak that her colleagues continuously give her hell about. And I thought I was a crackpot
But the cop kept staring.
"....And do the voices tell you to do things?" Hanson waved her hand, "-Dress up as a clown, kill the president-"
Matt shot her a look filled with venom, "...No. It's more like-" Here was his theory played out, "...Thoughts."
It was like something out of the Twilight Zone he knew. He fully expected her to call him crazy, then revealing the twist ending that somehow-All their spoken dialogue was somebody's thoughts. Or that somehow this was all planned, like a comicbook.
Or worse. A TV show.
"....What am I thinking right now?"
Matt blinked, "-Huh?"
"What am I thinking now?" She folded her hands across her chest, staring him down, "If you're really a mind reader. Tell me what I'm thinking right now."
And how the hell am I supposed to do that? Focus intently? Think at her head? Imagine a blank wall? My science fiction's a little behind the times.
He was no Jedi.
"...You're thinking I'm crazy." That was easy, "...Or that I'm...stupid." He laughed, wanting to die a little inside, "...Wasn't that easy?"
This was too much. It brought back painful memories of Sixth Street Elementary, being called onto the carpet by his teacher of the week. Matthew Parkman, why can't you just try harder? Matthew Parkman, what's the matter with you?
(C'mon) C'mon Parkman. I need this more then you do. Nobody respects me-
It was too much for Hanson, who let out a sigh, "...Nobody respects you, thinks you're important-" Matt snorted, " I know what that's like."
He hadn't expected to find such a common bond with someone who was FBI, just like that.
Aubrey stared.
Can you really-can you hear this?
".....Yes." It sounded kind of offbeat, like someone was shouting across a canyon, but it was There.
I'm hearing people's thoughts
He wasn't imagining it. It hadn't stopped, this was-It was-
"How'd you like to come and work for us?"
Matt's world stopped spinning, "-What?"
"...How'd you like," Aubrey's eyebrow was raised, face expressionless, "...To come and work for us?"
Matt studied Aubrey as if she'd just grown wings.
"....What?"
"...Come with me and I'll explain." She motioned for him to stand, " I'd like you to talk to the little girl."
Matt stood, straightening his uniform as he frowned at his new companion before jamming his hands in his pockets and following her through the door.