Ficlet: Prophecies Unheard (Heroes, Noah/Cassandra)
Title: Prophecies Unheard
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Noah Bennet/Cassandra Bennet
Rating: G
Summary: They've done this too many times already.
Word count: 500
Notes: Written for
htbthomas's birthday! Happy birthday to Queen Babs!
She cries against his shoulder, hard, racking, angry sobs. She cries as if she will never stop. She could cry for forty days and forty nights, he thinks. Her tears would make a sea deep enough to launch a thousand ships.
Noah holds his wife, feeling tears soaking his shirt. He knows her well enough to know that they are tears of fury, not grief. Fury at him. At what he has done to her. What he will do to her again. He has just finished explaining it all to her again, and now he holds her and waits, as he always does.
This is the tenth time she has puzzled him out, the tenth time since they took Claire in seven years ago. Her inquisitive mind, her sharp intuition, her dermination will not be denied, and she solves the mystery again and again. But it takes longer each time. Her eyes grow just a little more vague, her laugh a bit more scattered, each time.
Noah holds his wife and waits for her to speak, wonders what form her denunciation will take this time.
"You bastard," she sobs against him. "You bastard." Her fists thump against his chest hopelessly. "You take it away from me every time, don't you? How many times have you done this to me?"
He doesn't answer, he can't answer. It hurts too much. "It's for your safety," he whispers. "For Claire's safety."
She rears back to glare at him, tears smearing her face. "How dare you decide that for me," she hisses. "How dare you risk our family, risk Claire like this? Our little girl, our little girl..."
Not once, in the many times they've done this, has she ever called Claire a freak or a monster, has she ever expressed anything but fierce protectiveness of their girl. He loves her for this, loves her with a passion that hurts him. He wishes he could tell her how true and good she is, but knows it would only hurt her more.
"They'll take her away, they'll take her away and they'll kill you, and what will I do?" She rocks against him. "What will I do?"
Once again he wonders at the cruel irony of their names. Prophets and seers doomed to go unheard, soothsayers from whom no one will hear the truth. Disasters, floods, titanic battles loom ahead. They see them, and all they can do is prepare. Prepare and hope.
He holds her tear-streaked face in his hands and meets her eyes. "Someday, Cassandra. Someday, I swear to you, I'll let you keep this truth. Someday we'll face this together, side by side, no more lies and no more shadows. I'll make it happen, somehow." He says this with passion, with conviction, meaning it with his whole heart.
He says it as if he hasn't said exactly the same thing so many times before.
As the Haitian steps forward to lay gentle hands on his wife's head, Noah allows himself to hope that this unheard prophecy, of all of them, will come true.
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Noah Bennet/Cassandra Bennet
Rating: G
Summary: They've done this too many times already.
Word count: 500
Notes: Written for
htbthomas's birthday! Happy birthday to Queen Babs!
She cries against his shoulder, hard, racking, angry sobs. She cries as if she will never stop. She could cry for forty days and forty nights, he thinks. Her tears would make a sea deep enough to launch a thousand ships.
Noah holds his wife, feeling tears soaking his shirt. He knows her well enough to know that they are tears of fury, not grief. Fury at him. At what he has done to her. What he will do to her again. He has just finished explaining it all to her again, and now he holds her and waits, as he always does.
This is the tenth time she has puzzled him out, the tenth time since they took Claire in seven years ago. Her inquisitive mind, her sharp intuition, her dermination will not be denied, and she solves the mystery again and again. But it takes longer each time. Her eyes grow just a little more vague, her laugh a bit more scattered, each time.
Noah holds his wife and waits for her to speak, wonders what form her denunciation will take this time.
"You bastard," she sobs against him. "You bastard." Her fists thump against his chest hopelessly. "You take it away from me every time, don't you? How many times have you done this to me?"
He doesn't answer, he can't answer. It hurts too much. "It's for your safety," he whispers. "For Claire's safety."
She rears back to glare at him, tears smearing her face. "How dare you decide that for me," she hisses. "How dare you risk our family, risk Claire like this? Our little girl, our little girl..."
Not once, in the many times they've done this, has she ever called Claire a freak or a monster, has she ever expressed anything but fierce protectiveness of their girl. He loves her for this, loves her with a passion that hurts him. He wishes he could tell her how true and good she is, but knows it would only hurt her more.
"They'll take her away, they'll take her away and they'll kill you, and what will I do?" She rocks against him. "What will I do?"
Once again he wonders at the cruel irony of their names. Prophets and seers doomed to go unheard, soothsayers from whom no one will hear the truth. Disasters, floods, titanic battles loom ahead. They see them, and all they can do is prepare. Prepare and hope.
He holds her tear-streaked face in his hands and meets her eyes. "Someday, Cassandra. Someday, I swear to you, I'll let you keep this truth. Someday we'll face this together, side by side, no more lies and no more shadows. I'll make it happen, somehow." He says this with passion, with conviction, meaning it with his whole heart.
He says it as if he hasn't said exactly the same thing so many times before.
As the Haitian steps forward to lay gentle hands on his wife's head, Noah allows himself to hope that this unheard prophecy, of all of them, will come true.