Drabble: Codicil
Title: Codicil
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan, Claire (Nathan/Claire if you squint)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 408
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or anything associated with Heroes.
A/N: Written for heroes_contest, the prompt: Forever (not submitted). It always bothered me that no one has ever told Claire what her "healing power" really means..
He’s not sure how he ended up with the short straw, but Peter was spending more and more time saving the world. He didn’t know what Bennet had told her, if anything. But the time had come and gone. Someone had to tell Claire the truth. And today it was Nathan.
He watched her across his desk and remembered their first strange encounter in this room, how small she felt against his chest; her hair had tickled his chin and she had smelled like heaven. Today she was ignoring him by snapping gum and studying her nails. That annoyed him. Her short white skirt and pink halter top annoyed him more.
“I’ve changed my will, Claire. There are now provisions in place for you when I die.” He sat back and steepled his fingers under his chin while he waited for some reaction.
She looked up at him, anger coloring her features, her chin raised in defiance. “I don’t want your money. I never wanted your money.”
Nathan sighed when he recognized the features of people he loved in her face. The tilt of Peter’s eyes, Meredith’s pouty lips, and the overall indignation that was all Claire. He understood why Peter made himself scarce whenever Bennet allowed her to visit them in New York. She represented something the Petrelli men found impossible to resist under the best circumstances: temptation.
“Do you believe in God?” He leaned forward and reached for a pen, something to keep his hands busy while he talked. “How about immortality?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You are going to live forever. I’m trying to prepare you for that financially.”
Her eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed in suspicion. “No. My ability is healing…”
“You will outlive everyone you know and love; Peter may be the only exception.” Nathan tapped the pen on his desk, keeping time with his heart.
“I don’t understand.”
He frowned at her and pursed his lips in distaste. “Someone should have told you this awhile ago.”
“And it had to be you, didn’t it?” Her mouth dripped sarcasm like sticky sweet syrup.
“Like I said before, I’ve started planning for your future.” What he didn’t say was it was the least he could do for her. She had lifetimes ahead of her; he wanted her to be taken care of.
Claire sat up straight in her chair and squared her shoulders, “Tell me everything.”
And Nathan smiled with pride.
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan, Claire (Nathan/Claire if you squint)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 408
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or anything associated with Heroes.
A/N: Written for heroes_contest, the prompt: Forever (not submitted). It always bothered me that no one has ever told Claire what her "healing power" really means..
He’s not sure how he ended up with the short straw, but Peter was spending more and more time saving the world. He didn’t know what Bennet had told her, if anything. But the time had come and gone. Someone had to tell Claire the truth. And today it was Nathan.
He watched her across his desk and remembered their first strange encounter in this room, how small she felt against his chest; her hair had tickled his chin and she had smelled like heaven. Today she was ignoring him by snapping gum and studying her nails. That annoyed him. Her short white skirt and pink halter top annoyed him more.
“I’ve changed my will, Claire. There are now provisions in place for you when I die.” He sat back and steepled his fingers under his chin while he waited for some reaction.
She looked up at him, anger coloring her features, her chin raised in defiance. “I don’t want your money. I never wanted your money.”
Nathan sighed when he recognized the features of people he loved in her face. The tilt of Peter’s eyes, Meredith’s pouty lips, and the overall indignation that was all Claire. He understood why Peter made himself scarce whenever Bennet allowed her to visit them in New York. She represented something the Petrelli men found impossible to resist under the best circumstances: temptation.
“Do you believe in God?” He leaned forward and reached for a pen, something to keep his hands busy while he talked. “How about immortality?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You are going to live forever. I’m trying to prepare you for that financially.”
Her eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed in suspicion. “No. My ability is healing…”
“You will outlive everyone you know and love; Peter may be the only exception.” Nathan tapped the pen on his desk, keeping time with his heart.
“I don’t understand.”
He frowned at her and pursed his lips in distaste. “Someone should have told you this awhile ago.”
“And it had to be you, didn’t it?” Her mouth dripped sarcasm like sticky sweet syrup.
“Like I said before, I’ve started planning for your future.” What he didn’t say was it was the least he could do for her. She had lifetimes ahead of her; he wanted her to be taken care of.
Claire sat up straight in her chair and squared her shoulders, “Tell me everything.”
And Nathan smiled with pride.