Heroes/The Sarah Conner Chronicles: Dialogue fic
Title: Potential
Rating: PG for some language
Word Count: 228
Summary: Claude from Heroes and Cameron from Terminator: the Sarah Conner Chronicles for c_quinn.
A Company scientist once explained to Claude exactly what he does when he goes invisible. He hadn’t understood a word, but it sounded about right. “Now?”
“I can see you.”
“Damn.” Claude blows out a sigh, “Where are we?”
“One-hundred terahertz,” Cameron replies, eyes trained unblinking on him, “Three-hundred ten nanometers.”
“That’s the top of visibile, yeah?”
“Yes. Almost near-ultraviolet. You’re- faint.”
That pulls up a grin, “Faint, am I? That’s something. We’ll go for low now.” Claude closes his eyes, draws in breath slow and even. Thinks about the infinitesimal space between him and the world. Photons jumping like water on a hotplate, all in a great fit because this one won’t be seen. ‘S all a matter of will-power, in the end. “Now?”
“Approximately three-hundred terahertz, one point four nanometers.”
“That’s near-infrared,” Claude says, voice strained as he holds off light.
“Yes. Two-hundred ninety terahertz. Three micrometers. Within near-infrared range.”
“And?”
“... I can’t see you.”
Claude lets out a triumphant, “HA!” and drops his concentration. “Let’s see them use their bloody heat vision goggles on me now!”
Cameron cocks her head, “You won’t be able to maintain that level of concentration long enough to escape a T-800. Or agents sent by the Company.”
“No, I won’t- yet.” Claude gets off the couch and tweaks Cameron’s nose on his way to the fridge for a drink.
Rating: PG for some language
Word Count: 228
Summary: Claude from Heroes and Cameron from Terminator: the Sarah Conner Chronicles for c_quinn.
A Company scientist once explained to Claude exactly what he does when he goes invisible. He hadn’t understood a word, but it sounded about right. “Now?”
“I can see you.”
“Damn.” Claude blows out a sigh, “Where are we?”
“One-hundred terahertz,” Cameron replies, eyes trained unblinking on him, “Three-hundred ten nanometers.”
“That’s the top of visibile, yeah?”
“Yes. Almost near-ultraviolet. You’re- faint.”
That pulls up a grin, “Faint, am I? That’s something. We’ll go for low now.” Claude closes his eyes, draws in breath slow and even. Thinks about the infinitesimal space between him and the world. Photons jumping like water on a hotplate, all in a great fit because this one won’t be seen. ‘S all a matter of will-power, in the end. “Now?”
“Approximately three-hundred terahertz, one point four nanometers.”
“That’s near-infrared,” Claude says, voice strained as he holds off light.
“Yes. Two-hundred ninety terahertz. Three micrometers. Within near-infrared range.”
“And?”
“... I can’t see you.”
Claude lets out a triumphant, “HA!” and drops his concentration. “Let’s see them use their bloody heat vision goggles on me now!”
Cameron cocks her head, “You won’t be able to maintain that level of concentration long enough to escape a T-800. Or agents sent by the Company.”
“No, I won’t- yet.” Claude gets off the couch and tweaks Cameron’s nose on his way to the fridge for a drink.