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Title: Selection (2/?)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: FemmeSlash (eventually)
Prompt: Monica - Monica in the Five Years Gone 'verse. 'shipping her with Adam or Elle is a bonus.
Summary: In a world ruined by the exploding man metahumans are trying to survive day to day. Alone in this world Monica Dawson attempts to survive she meets some people who send her into the direction of her destiny.
Previously...
Monica woke up with a cramp in her neck. The booth had not been all that comfortable to sleep on. She looked at her watch, which read half past 9. She slid off the booth and began to do a series of morning exercises. While she was doing this a new origami crane caught her eye, it was sitting on the table of the booth she had slept on. Another picture with all the information once again. This time it wasn't in a secluded place like yesterday. No, this time it was right in the middle of time square. Monica was sure that Elle couldn't be stupid enough to use her power there.
Monica stopped at a small clothing shop on her way in order to get into clean clothing that was better for hiding in shadows, and much less conspicuous. She now knew that if she was going into the city she would have to be cautious. There were cameras everywhere and plenty of policemen that could recognize her. She was completely aware that she was on the list along with Peter Petrelli, and Hiro Nakamura. Her brother had craved fame and fortune at her expense. It was too bad that he didn't count on the governments belief that he could have the same gene mutation as she did. The media had announced he was shot right through the head. Monica hadn't stuck around to find out when she heard the police knocking on the door. She bought a new pair of jeans and a hooded sweater that didn't appear too conspicuous.
She arrived in Time Square around noon time, a half-hour until she was supposed to meet Elle. Once again she was unsure how she was going to approach Elle. There was no doubt that Elle would refrain from using her powers, especially since there was a group of metahuman-haters (they called themselves purifiers) in the middle of the streets handing out pamphlets labeled 'What to do when your neighbor is a metahuman’. They all wore white t-shirts with their insignia in the middle of their shirts. Monica knew to keep her distance from them. Elle apparently knew just as well too as she drew up her own hood and walked down the street.
"A Bishop!" One of the purifiers yelled. The purifier couldn't be older than 12 and he was pointing his pastey little finger at Elle who had stopped in her tracks. Monica watched as all the purifiers turned to see where the boy was pointing. Elle took down her hood and they all glared at her. She was stuck, she had no place to go. The purifiers, everyone knew, were worse than the government. They were criminals in their own right but the government refused to punish them for their murders of the metahumans. In a flash Monica was by her side. She put Elle over her shoulder and scaled one of the buildings.
"SHOOT THEM!" Monica heard one of the female purifiers shout. Once they were at the top of the building Monica looked around. There was no safe place to go, she could run on top of the buildings but someone could easily shoot them, they would be in plain sight.
"Put me down!" Elle hit Monica square in the back.
"Ow! Hey, I just saved you from purifiers, you should be thankful." Monica pushed her flat onto the roof so she couldn't be seen by any snipers. She hadn't heard about any purifiers having access to helicopters so they would just have to wait until the crowd dispersed.
"Maybe I'd be happier dead."
"You wouldn't have looked so scared if that were true." Monica retorted. Elle just glared at her in turn.
“I could have taken care of myself. I would have just electrocuted them all.”
“Brilliant idea there.” Monica rolled her eyes. “That would just make the rest of the country start a witch hunt for you and the rest of us.”
“Yea, well it’s not like this idea had gotten us very far.” Elle crossed her arms as bullets flew over their heads.
“Stay down.” Monica ordered her. Elle refrained from a smartass remark this time and just lie there waiting. They had to stay on the roof for hours, waiting for all the purifiers to leave. Hiro Nakamura appeared just as Monica was getting up.
“You made national television.” He frowned at them. “I was hoping you’d stop her from that.” Hiro told Monica who suddenly felt ashamed.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry? Like it fucking matters! They were going to kill us! You should be thanking her for saving my life.” Elle pointed out to Hiro. Monica looked at Elle, confused, just moments ago Elle was angry for Monica saving her life and now she was defending Monica?
“Yes. At least you completed that task, for that I thank you.” Hiro nodded to Monica. “Unfortunately saving Elle every time she gets herself into trouble will not be your only worry.”
“I don’t need a baby sitter!” Elle placed her hands on her hips. Hiro ignored her.
“There is an containment facility in Ithica, New York. There are an estimated forty metahumans being held in captivity. We’d like you to rescue them.” Hiro handed Monica a New York State map.
“My father used to say every metahuman for themselves.” Elle pointed out.
“Your father is also dead.” Hiro pointed out, he turned to Monica. “They need your help.” Monica bit her lip and looked at the map that he’d highlighted, circling certain places on the map she assumed he had determined as ‘safe’ resting areas.
“Good luck to the both of you.” Hiro bowed and disappeared.
“Both of us? Hah! I’m not going anywhere with you.” Elle crossed her arms. Monica smirked, there was no access to this roof except for scaling and suicide jumping. She doubted that Elle would be up to either.
“How exactly do you plan on getting down from the roof?” Monica asked her. Elle frowned.
“Bitch.”
+ Chapter Three: The Luxury of Heroes
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: FemmeSlash (eventually)
Prompt: Monica - Monica in the Five Years Gone 'verse. 'shipping her with Adam or Elle is a bonus.
Summary: In a world ruined by the exploding man metahumans are trying to survive day to day. Alone in this world Monica Dawson attempts to survive she meets some people who send her into the direction of her destiny.
Previously...
Monica woke up with a cramp in her neck. The booth had not been all that comfortable to sleep on. She looked at her watch, which read half past 9. She slid off the booth and began to do a series of morning exercises. While she was doing this a new origami crane caught her eye, it was sitting on the table of the booth she had slept on. Another picture with all the information once again. This time it wasn't in a secluded place like yesterday. No, this time it was right in the middle of time square. Monica was sure that Elle couldn't be stupid enough to use her power there.
Monica stopped at a small clothing shop on her way in order to get into clean clothing that was better for hiding in shadows, and much less conspicuous. She now knew that if she was going into the city she would have to be cautious. There were cameras everywhere and plenty of policemen that could recognize her. She was completely aware that she was on the list along with Peter Petrelli, and Hiro Nakamura. Her brother had craved fame and fortune at her expense. It was too bad that he didn't count on the governments belief that he could have the same gene mutation as she did. The media had announced he was shot right through the head. Monica hadn't stuck around to find out when she heard the police knocking on the door. She bought a new pair of jeans and a hooded sweater that didn't appear too conspicuous.
She arrived in Time Square around noon time, a half-hour until she was supposed to meet Elle. Once again she was unsure how she was going to approach Elle. There was no doubt that Elle would refrain from using her powers, especially since there was a group of metahuman-haters (they called themselves purifiers) in the middle of the streets handing out pamphlets labeled 'What to do when your neighbor is a metahuman’. They all wore white t-shirts with their insignia in the middle of their shirts. Monica knew to keep her distance from them. Elle apparently knew just as well too as she drew up her own hood and walked down the street.
"A Bishop!" One of the purifiers yelled. The purifier couldn't be older than 12 and he was pointing his pastey little finger at Elle who had stopped in her tracks. Monica watched as all the purifiers turned to see where the boy was pointing. Elle took down her hood and they all glared at her. She was stuck, she had no place to go. The purifiers, everyone knew, were worse than the government. They were criminals in their own right but the government refused to punish them for their murders of the metahumans. In a flash Monica was by her side. She put Elle over her shoulder and scaled one of the buildings.
"SHOOT THEM!" Monica heard one of the female purifiers shout. Once they were at the top of the building Monica looked around. There was no safe place to go, she could run on top of the buildings but someone could easily shoot them, they would be in plain sight.
"Put me down!" Elle hit Monica square in the back.
"Ow! Hey, I just saved you from purifiers, you should be thankful." Monica pushed her flat onto the roof so she couldn't be seen by any snipers. She hadn't heard about any purifiers having access to helicopters so they would just have to wait until the crowd dispersed.
"Maybe I'd be happier dead."
"You wouldn't have looked so scared if that were true." Monica retorted. Elle just glared at her in turn.
“I could have taken care of myself. I would have just electrocuted them all.”
“Brilliant idea there.” Monica rolled her eyes. “That would just make the rest of the country start a witch hunt for you and the rest of us.”
“Yea, well it’s not like this idea had gotten us very far.” Elle crossed her arms as bullets flew over their heads.
“Stay down.” Monica ordered her. Elle refrained from a smartass remark this time and just lie there waiting. They had to stay on the roof for hours, waiting for all the purifiers to leave. Hiro Nakamura appeared just as Monica was getting up.
“You made national television.” He frowned at them. “I was hoping you’d stop her from that.” Hiro told Monica who suddenly felt ashamed.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry? Like it fucking matters! They were going to kill us! You should be thanking her for saving my life.” Elle pointed out to Hiro. Monica looked at Elle, confused, just moments ago Elle was angry for Monica saving her life and now she was defending Monica?
“Yes. At least you completed that task, for that I thank you.” Hiro nodded to Monica. “Unfortunately saving Elle every time she gets herself into trouble will not be your only worry.”
“I don’t need a baby sitter!” Elle placed her hands on her hips. Hiro ignored her.
“There is an containment facility in Ithica, New York. There are an estimated forty metahumans being held in captivity. We’d like you to rescue them.” Hiro handed Monica a New York State map.
“My father used to say every metahuman for themselves.” Elle pointed out.
“Your father is also dead.” Hiro pointed out, he turned to Monica. “They need your help.” Monica bit her lip and looked at the map that he’d highlighted, circling certain places on the map she assumed he had determined as ‘safe’ resting areas.
“Good luck to the both of you.” Hiro bowed and disappeared.
“Both of us? Hah! I’m not going anywhere with you.” Elle crossed her arms. Monica smirked, there was no access to this roof except for scaling and suicide jumping. She doubted that Elle would be up to either.
“How exactly do you plan on getting down from the roof?” Monica asked her. Elle frowned.
“Bitch.”
+ Chapter Three: The Luxury of Heroes