Heroes, "Savior in Blue" Monica/Peter
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Savior in Blue
Characters/Pairings: Monica (St. Joan), Peter
Genre: Action/General
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~500
Notes: I wrote this with the "colors" prompt in mind for heroes_contest, and ended up entering something else, just because I think I might want to expand upon this story into something more.
Spoilers: Season 2 knowledge, Vol. 4 speculation
Summary: After a close encounter with Sylar, Monica is saved.
Savior in Blue
“Shoot,” she muttered. She almost got him. He didn’t expect St. Joan to know who he was and fight back.
He isn’t gonna get my brain, she thought to herself. She heard sirens close by, which was no doubt the reason for his quick departure.
Her head throbbed wildly, and he did get in a few crushing moves on her. No Bruce Lee movie could prepare her for his telekinesis.
She heard footsteps behind her and tried to stay sharp. If it was him again, she’d be ready. Though, she was fooling herself as her vision began to blur.
“Miss, are you okay?” It wasn’t him. It was the kindest voice she’d ever heard. Then, when she turned around, the last thing she saw was a rush of blue before she passed out.
--
“You have some guts going up against Sylar.” The voice was still here. She groaned and tried to sit up, but strong hands directed her back down.
“Hey, take it easy. You’re hurt.”
“Where am I?” she asked.
“You’re in the back of my ambulance. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about your identity.” There was light humor in his voice. She found the mask that covered her face and felt a wave of embarrassment when she felt it stretched around her neck.
“Great,” she snorted.
“Don’t worry; I’ll keep your secret safe. Anyway, I’m Peter,” he said, and she finally looked into the face of her savior. He was light-skinned and had the kindest eyes. A pretty boy, the type she’d often fell for.
“Awesome,” she said perkily. “Now I have to be on my way. That monster’s out there, and I have people to protect.”
“Calm down,” Peter said. “You’re not going anywhere right now. There are worse monsters out there than Sylar.”
“Who?” She couldn’t imagine a worse person than Sylar.
“There’s a hunter out there taking special people and turning them into the government. You have to lay low for now.” His hands lightly moved her down again onto the ambulance bed.
“What do you think I’ve been doing out there? Nobody can catch me like this. I’m too quick,” she said indignantly, trying to get up again but failing.
“You think wearing black will keep you hidden from the government? You couldn’t be more suspicious,” he said.
“I can’t just sit here! My family needs me!”
“You’re much safer with me right now,” he said, and she was tempted to believe him. “Do you know what destiny is?”
She looked at him stunned. What kind of crazy question was that? “My friend says my destiny is to not flip burgers and help clean up the streets. Is that what you mean?”
Peter laughed. “Is that also what it means to you?” He stared at her pointedly. His presence was making her feel calm, yet a little awkward.
She nodded.
“Trust me. I’ll make sure you’ll get back to your family safely.”
With his kind voice and trusting eyes, she couldn’t help but give in.
Title: Savior in Blue
Characters/Pairings: Monica (St. Joan), Peter
Genre: Action/General
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~500
Notes: I wrote this with the "colors" prompt in mind for heroes_contest, and ended up entering something else, just because I think I might want to expand upon this story into something more.
Spoilers: Season 2 knowledge, Vol. 4 speculation
Summary: After a close encounter with Sylar, Monica is saved.
Savior in Blue
“Shoot,” she muttered. She almost got him. He didn’t expect St. Joan to know who he was and fight back.
He isn’t gonna get my brain, she thought to herself. She heard sirens close by, which was no doubt the reason for his quick departure.
Her head throbbed wildly, and he did get in a few crushing moves on her. No Bruce Lee movie could prepare her for his telekinesis.
She heard footsteps behind her and tried to stay sharp. If it was him again, she’d be ready. Though, she was fooling herself as her vision began to blur.
“Miss, are you okay?” It wasn’t him. It was the kindest voice she’d ever heard. Then, when she turned around, the last thing she saw was a rush of blue before she passed out.
--
“You have some guts going up against Sylar.” The voice was still here. She groaned and tried to sit up, but strong hands directed her back down.
“Hey, take it easy. You’re hurt.”
“Where am I?” she asked.
“You’re in the back of my ambulance. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about your identity.” There was light humor in his voice. She found the mask that covered her face and felt a wave of embarrassment when she felt it stretched around her neck.
“Great,” she snorted.
“Don’t worry; I’ll keep your secret safe. Anyway, I’m Peter,” he said, and she finally looked into the face of her savior. He was light-skinned and had the kindest eyes. A pretty boy, the type she’d often fell for.
“Awesome,” she said perkily. “Now I have to be on my way. That monster’s out there, and I have people to protect.”
“Calm down,” Peter said. “You’re not going anywhere right now. There are worse monsters out there than Sylar.”
“Who?” She couldn’t imagine a worse person than Sylar.
“There’s a hunter out there taking special people and turning them into the government. You have to lay low for now.” His hands lightly moved her down again onto the ambulance bed.
“What do you think I’ve been doing out there? Nobody can catch me like this. I’m too quick,” she said indignantly, trying to get up again but failing.
“You think wearing black will keep you hidden from the government? You couldn’t be more suspicious,” he said.
“I can’t just sit here! My family needs me!”
“You’re much safer with me right now,” he said, and she was tempted to believe him. “Do you know what destiny is?”
She looked at him stunned. What kind of crazy question was that? “My friend says my destiny is to not flip burgers and help clean up the streets. Is that what you mean?”
Peter laughed. “Is that also what it means to you?” He stared at her pointedly. His presence was making her feel calm, yet a little awkward.
She nodded.
“Trust me. I’ll make sure you’ll get back to your family safely.”
With his kind voice and trusting eyes, she couldn’t help but give in.