This Too Shall Pass
Title: This Too Shall Pass
Author: le-diagon
Chapter: 1
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Hiro, Peter, Nathan, Claire, plus new original characters
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: Peter turns to the occult after the death of Nathan, Hiro befriends a mysterious ballerina from another time, Claire goes into hiding, Mohinder develops a dark habit.
Notes: Written to take place after Season one. Hope you like it!
It has been only days since the incident in Kirby Plaza. Next to no one knows what actually happened that night, but word of a failed terrorist attempt in New York City has circulated internationally. Those who know that this is false dare not speak the truth. All that is left to account for the occurrence is the mangled, unrecognizably burned corpse of Senator Nathan Petrelli. Today is his funeral.
The sky is dark and cloudy, threatens to rain, but holds out. The yellow leaves on the trees have all fallen and cover the ground like snow, as the autumn months proceed. Crowds of people stand around the coffin as it is lowered in the ground, about to be buried for all of time. At this time, there are those concerned for Nathan as he journeys beyond, knowing that in his lifetime, he was not always honest. There are those afraid for themselves, afraid if their deaths may come untimely like Nathan, and those afraid of what they do not know awaits beyond.
There are a few, especially worried not entirely about Nathan, but his brother, who seems to be taking Nathan's death the worst, and apparently blames himself for this wretched gathering. It seems unfair, even ironic, for him to feel responsible for the death of the one person, in all his life, that he unendingly, unconditionally and unquestionably loved sincerely. But blame is more of an opinion than a fact.
As the service has ended, the attendants leave to get into cars and drive away. Peter is walking off toward the limousine owned by his family, which his mother is sitting in, waiting. He walks slowly. A woman, about his age, catches sight of him and walks over to speak to him.
"Peter," she says from several feet away. He stops and looks behind and waits for her to come to his side. She looks him in the eye, contemplating words, for she knows the last thing he would hear is pity and condolences. After a short pause, she speaks, "If you, I mean...If there's any reason that, um...well, you know where to find me." He continues looking at her not moving, not saying a word. Deep inside, he wishes that there was something that she, that anyone could do for him, but nobody would understand. The fact is, however, there are things about this woman that Peter does not understand himself. She whispers a goodbye and walks away. Peter leaves to climb into the limousine with his mother.
- - -ONE MONTH LATER - - -
Hiro Nakamura falls into a field where cows are grazing. He sits up, brushes himself off, and stands up. He looks around and sees some commotion in the distance, and begins walking toward it. He gets closer and finds an open-air market where people are walking around buying, selling, and trading items like clothes, food and farm animals. Judging by their different clothes and that places like this hardly exist anymore, Hiro surmises that his is not in his own time. He walks behind a stand where no one can see him, and attempts to summon his power unsuccessfully. He tries again, but gives up after the third failure. He decides to find out where-and when-he is standing.
There is a large crowd of people in front of a small theater and finds himself looking upon a stage. A company of traveling performers are setting up for a play backstage as a pretty ballerina girl walks onto the stage. The men push and shout in excitement as the young girl begins to dance. Hiro watches as she dances with elegance and grace and the men in the audience continue to create bedlam. Hiro tries to get their attention to ask where he is.
"Excuse me, sir" he says, poking a man next him's arm. The man gives him a dirty look and Hiro is pushed away by the crowd. He pokes another man's arm, asking where he is, but the man ignores Hiro. "Oh dear" he whispers to himself. Hiro is pushed around even more now and shoved out the back exit of the theater where the company has assembled small tents as temporary dwellings for its members. He stops to look around, as the ballerina stumbles out the stage door, looking back and giggling at the hollering men she has left in her wake. Hiro turns around just as she does and they are face to face.
"Hello," she says with a thick British accent. "Who are you?" she asks, looking at him questionably.
"I am Hiro Nakamura." Hiro tells her proudly.
"That's an odd name, Mr. Nakamura." she says. "Wait- you're Asian aren't you? You're the first Asian I've ever met! Very pleased to meet you! I'm Amelia Rosewood."
"Yes, nice to meet you, too." he replies. "We are in Britain, then?" Hiro asks, judging from her accent.
"The one and only, ."
"And today is...?"
"August 24, 1504. A Thursday." She stares at Hiro who has assumed a look of utter shock on his face. She smiles. "You're just adorable, Hiro Nakamura! Come with me!" She grabs his hand and pulls him off toward her tent.
A man sits alone in his apartment, staring out the window. He lives in New York City. He has his job, as a salesperson in a small shop. There is his cheery, though slightly senile neighbor, who nearly insists he's the perfect man for her niece, no matter how many times he politely refuses to take her. And, there is the memory of his dead father whose footsteps he walked in, only to lose himself in the obsession. He grabs his coat and bag and leaves for work at The Moving Bookcase.
Author: le-diagon
Chapter: 1
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Hiro, Peter, Nathan, Claire, plus new original characters
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: Peter turns to the occult after the death of Nathan, Hiro befriends a mysterious ballerina from another time, Claire goes into hiding, Mohinder develops a dark habit.
Notes: Written to take place after Season one. Hope you like it!
It has been only days since the incident in Kirby Plaza. Next to no one knows what actually happened that night, but word of a failed terrorist attempt in New York City has circulated internationally. Those who know that this is false dare not speak the truth. All that is left to account for the occurrence is the mangled, unrecognizably burned corpse of Senator Nathan Petrelli. Today is his funeral.
The sky is dark and cloudy, threatens to rain, but holds out. The yellow leaves on the trees have all fallen and cover the ground like snow, as the autumn months proceed. Crowds of people stand around the coffin as it is lowered in the ground, about to be buried for all of time. At this time, there are those concerned for Nathan as he journeys beyond, knowing that in his lifetime, he was not always honest. There are those afraid for themselves, afraid if their deaths may come untimely like Nathan, and those afraid of what they do not know awaits beyond.
There are a few, especially worried not entirely about Nathan, but his brother, who seems to be taking Nathan's death the worst, and apparently blames himself for this wretched gathering. It seems unfair, even ironic, for him to feel responsible for the death of the one person, in all his life, that he unendingly, unconditionally and unquestionably loved sincerely. But blame is more of an opinion than a fact.
As the service has ended, the attendants leave to get into cars and drive away. Peter is walking off toward the limousine owned by his family, which his mother is sitting in, waiting. He walks slowly. A woman, about his age, catches sight of him and walks over to speak to him.
"Peter," she says from several feet away. He stops and looks behind and waits for her to come to his side. She looks him in the eye, contemplating words, for she knows the last thing he would hear is pity and condolences. After a short pause, she speaks, "If you, I mean...If there's any reason that, um...well, you know where to find me." He continues looking at her not moving, not saying a word. Deep inside, he wishes that there was something that she, that anyone could do for him, but nobody would understand. The fact is, however, there are things about this woman that Peter does not understand himself. She whispers a goodbye and walks away. Peter leaves to climb into the limousine with his mother.
- - -ONE MONTH LATER - - -
Hiro Nakamura falls into a field where cows are grazing. He sits up, brushes himself off, and stands up. He looks around and sees some commotion in the distance, and begins walking toward it. He gets closer and finds an open-air market where people are walking around buying, selling, and trading items like clothes, food and farm animals. Judging by their different clothes and that places like this hardly exist anymore, Hiro surmises that his is not in his own time. He walks behind a stand where no one can see him, and attempts to summon his power unsuccessfully. He tries again, but gives up after the third failure. He decides to find out where-and when-he is standing.
There is a large crowd of people in front of a small theater and finds himself looking upon a stage. A company of traveling performers are setting up for a play backstage as a pretty ballerina girl walks onto the stage. The men push and shout in excitement as the young girl begins to dance. Hiro watches as she dances with elegance and grace and the men in the audience continue to create bedlam. Hiro tries to get their attention to ask where he is.
"Excuse me, sir" he says, poking a man next him's arm. The man gives him a dirty look and Hiro is pushed away by the crowd. He pokes another man's arm, asking where he is, but the man ignores Hiro. "Oh dear" he whispers to himself. Hiro is pushed around even more now and shoved out the back exit of the theater where the company has assembled small tents as temporary dwellings for its members. He stops to look around, as the ballerina stumbles out the stage door, looking back and giggling at the hollering men she has left in her wake. Hiro turns around just as she does and they are face to face.
"Hello," she says with a thick British accent. "Who are you?" she asks, looking at him questionably.
"I am Hiro Nakamura." Hiro tells her proudly.
"That's an odd name, Mr. Nakamura." she says. "Wait- you're Asian aren't you? You're the first Asian I've ever met! Very pleased to meet you! I'm Amelia Rosewood."
"Yes, nice to meet you, too." he replies. "We are in Britain, then?" Hiro asks, judging from her accent.
"The one and only, ."
"And today is...?"
"August 24, 1504. A Thursday." She stares at Hiro who has assumed a look of utter shock on his face. She smiles. "You're just adorable, Hiro Nakamura! Come with me!" She grabs his hand and pulls him off toward her tent.
A man sits alone in his apartment, staring out the window. He lives in New York City. He has his job, as a salesperson in a small shop. There is his cheery, though slightly senile neighbor, who nearly insists he's the perfect man for her niece, no matter how many times he politely refuses to take her. And, there is the memory of his dead father whose footsteps he walked in, only to lose himself in the obsession. He grabs his coat and bag and leaves for work at The Moving Bookcase.