"Sweet Revenge" - gen - Niki, Micah
Title: Sweet Revenge
Author: HopefulNebula
Rating: Eh, PG to PG-13, not for anything the main characters do, but for their circumstances.
Summary: Who said only using your powers for good had to be boring?
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes, blah blah blah. I guess I technically own the others, but I really don't want them. You can have them.
Spoilers: Takes place sometime immediately after "How to Stop an Exploding Man."
Characters: Micah, Niki, mention of D.L., two important but unremarkable others
This is my first attempt at writing either of these characters.
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"If you keep that up, you're gonna bust a hole in the wall," Micah groaned.
"Yeah, well, so will they," Niki replied. Micah just rolled over and put the paper-thin motel pillow over his other ear. "Besides, I feel like hitting something. Takes my mind off worrying about your dad. Besides, it might get them to shut up."
The woman in the neighboring room moaned as if in response to this last part, and the pounding against the wall came from the other side now.
"Mom, it's safe to say that Spike and Bunny over there won't be done anytime soon." Micah and Niki knew the names from hearing them shouted repeatedly over the last ninety minutes. Another series of thumps resounded through the room, making both beds and the already-falling-apart desk rattle.
"Got any better ideas?" Niki's fist hit the wall again.
"Actually, I do. Lights, please?"
Niki pulled the chain leading to the room's only light bulb and a dim yellowish light filled about half the room. Micah blinked, shrugged, and reached for the phone.
"Oh no you don't. No powers."
"Mom, I know how to cover my tracks. Do you want them to shut up, or what?"
Niki thought for a moment, then smiled wickedly and said "Give 'em hell."
Micah returned the grin and put his hand flat against the phone. After a minute, his smile got even wider and he lifted his hand. "How on Earth can they spring for automated wake-up calls but not toilet seats or light bulbs?"
The phone next door rang.
"What the fuck? Spike, pick that up!"
It rang again, louder.
"You should get it. If it's your husband--"
"It couldn't be!"
Ring.
"Just pick up the damn phone!"
"OK, but if you're afraid of that pussy, you shouldn't get mine-- a wake-up call? Is this someone's idea of a practical joke?"
Micah looked at his mother and found her a bright shade of red from trying to suppress her laughter. Cackling now would only give them away.
There was some muted argument next door and the sound of a door opening and slamming shut.
"They'll be getting another call in about fifteen minutes, and another one in half an hour," Micah whispered. "I didn't want to do more than that because we can hear their phone too. But if they're still in the mood in half an hour, we'll see what happens."
"But if they just went to the desk to clear it up--"
"Not a problem. If someone was there--which there won't be until morning, which is what you get when you pay what we're paying for this room--all they'll find is a computer malfunction."
Niki smiled warmly at her son. "What did I ever do to deserve a son as smart as you?"
"I don't know, but I'll let you know when I can think of some-- hey! What was that for?"
"I said smart, not smartass."
"Fine, but I'm keeping the pillow. You threw it, you lost it."
"I'll wrestle you for it," Niki replied, and in one motion snapped the pillow back into her hands. Micah made no move to take it back, but lay back down on his bed.
"Love you, Mom."
"You too. Always." Niki pulled the sheets over Micah and tucked him in. "Try to get some sleep, ok?' She pressed a kiss against his forehead, turned the light off, and got into her own bed. A minute passed. Spike and Bunny returned to their room, but this time they stayed quiet.
"Mom?" Micah whispered.
"Yes?"
"Does this mean you'll buy me that video game I asked about?"
"Go back to sleep."
Author: HopefulNebula
Rating: Eh, PG to PG-13, not for anything the main characters do, but for their circumstances.
Summary: Who said only using your powers for good had to be boring?
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes, blah blah blah. I guess I technically own the others, but I really don't want them. You can have them.
Spoilers: Takes place sometime immediately after "How to Stop an Exploding Man."
Characters: Micah, Niki, mention of D.L., two important but unremarkable others
This is my first attempt at writing either of these characters.
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"If you keep that up, you're gonna bust a hole in the wall," Micah groaned.
"Yeah, well, so will they," Niki replied. Micah just rolled over and put the paper-thin motel pillow over his other ear. "Besides, I feel like hitting something. Takes my mind off worrying about your dad. Besides, it might get them to shut up."
The woman in the neighboring room moaned as if in response to this last part, and the pounding against the wall came from the other side now.
"Mom, it's safe to say that Spike and Bunny over there won't be done anytime soon." Micah and Niki knew the names from hearing them shouted repeatedly over the last ninety minutes. Another series of thumps resounded through the room, making both beds and the already-falling-apart desk rattle.
"Got any better ideas?" Niki's fist hit the wall again.
"Actually, I do. Lights, please?"
Niki pulled the chain leading to the room's only light bulb and a dim yellowish light filled about half the room. Micah blinked, shrugged, and reached for the phone.
"Oh no you don't. No powers."
"Mom, I know how to cover my tracks. Do you want them to shut up, or what?"
Niki thought for a moment, then smiled wickedly and said "Give 'em hell."
Micah returned the grin and put his hand flat against the phone. After a minute, his smile got even wider and he lifted his hand. "How on Earth can they spring for automated wake-up calls but not toilet seats or light bulbs?"
The phone next door rang.
"What the fuck? Spike, pick that up!"
It rang again, louder.
"You should get it. If it's your husband--"
"It couldn't be!"
Ring.
"Just pick up the damn phone!"
"OK, but if you're afraid of that pussy, you shouldn't get mine-- a wake-up call? Is this someone's idea of a practical joke?"
Micah looked at his mother and found her a bright shade of red from trying to suppress her laughter. Cackling now would only give them away.
There was some muted argument next door and the sound of a door opening and slamming shut.
"They'll be getting another call in about fifteen minutes, and another one in half an hour," Micah whispered. "I didn't want to do more than that because we can hear their phone too. But if they're still in the mood in half an hour, we'll see what happens."
"But if they just went to the desk to clear it up--"
"Not a problem. If someone was there--which there won't be until morning, which is what you get when you pay what we're paying for this room--all they'll find is a computer malfunction."
Niki smiled warmly at her son. "What did I ever do to deserve a son as smart as you?"
"I don't know, but I'll let you know when I can think of some-- hey! What was that for?"
"I said smart, not smartass."
"Fine, but I'm keeping the pillow. You threw it, you lost it."
"I'll wrestle you for it," Niki replied, and in one motion snapped the pillow back into her hands. Micah made no move to take it back, but lay back down on his bed.
"Love you, Mom."
"You too. Always." Niki pulled the sheets over Micah and tucked him in. "Try to get some sleep, ok?' She pressed a kiss against his forehead, turned the light off, and got into her own bed. A minute passed. Spike and Bunny returned to their room, but this time they stayed quiet.
"Mom?" Micah whispered.
"Yes?"
"Does this mean you'll buy me that video game I asked about?"
"Go back to sleep."