Heroes, "Not Her Blood" Claire/Gretchen
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Not Her Blood
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Claire/Gretchen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 328
Genre: Angst/Friendship
Spoilers: post-Season 4 (speculation)
Notes: Written for the 13_fears prompt: #01 - Hemophobia; Fear of Blood.
Summary: Claire worries after seeing Gretchen bleed.
It wasn’t the first time Claire saw blood, but it startled her regardless, considering what had happened.
“What’s the matter?” They stopped, and Gretchen wiped the blood dripping down her nose. At first, she looked at it oddly as if she hadn’t felt it there yet. “Oh,” she said, and Claire put a hand on her arm, coming closer to inspect the wound. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” She waved it off, but Claire was ready to give up and take Gretchen back home.
Just why did Gretchen follow her onto the streets anyway? Claire was still being hunted, more so now by vigilante groups who wanted to turn her into the government, so why didn’t Gretchen realize how much danger she’d be in as well?
“Maybe you should see a doctor,” Claire suggested, but her friend only rolled her eyes.
“It was a minor scuffle, but we’re fine now. I’m fine, and I’m not going to give up helping you just because of a dumb nosebleed,” Gretchen said gruffly, pulling Claire along by her sleeve while they continued walking through back alleys and into the shadows of the city streets.
“Still,” Claire said, pouting at her as she hesitated, and Gretchen tilted her head and gave her a reassuring smile.
“I’m okay, now let’s go before those thugs come back for you,” she said, and despite the nosebleed, Gretchen was still energetic, ready to sprint ahead and continue their escape. “You act like you’ve never seen blood before. You, a girl that bleeds everywhere and all the time as if it were nothing.”
Claire sighed and she started to walk ahead, feeling almost foolish for worrying about Gretchen’s safety. No matter what, she couldn’t shake the worry. She hated the idea let alone the likelihood of Gretchen getting hurt.
“I know. After all, I’m the one who can’t die,” she said pointedly, leveling with her friend’s eyes. “But it’s different when blood is spilled and it isn’t mine.”
Title: Not Her Blood
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Claire/Gretchen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 328
Genre: Angst/Friendship
Spoilers: post-Season 4 (speculation)
Notes: Written for the 13_fears prompt: #01 - Hemophobia; Fear of Blood.
Summary: Claire worries after seeing Gretchen bleed.
It wasn’t the first time Claire saw blood, but it startled her regardless, considering what had happened.
“What’s the matter?” They stopped, and Gretchen wiped the blood dripping down her nose. At first, she looked at it oddly as if she hadn’t felt it there yet. “Oh,” she said, and Claire put a hand on her arm, coming closer to inspect the wound. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” She waved it off, but Claire was ready to give up and take Gretchen back home.
Just why did Gretchen follow her onto the streets anyway? Claire was still being hunted, more so now by vigilante groups who wanted to turn her into the government, so why didn’t Gretchen realize how much danger she’d be in as well?
“Maybe you should see a doctor,” Claire suggested, but her friend only rolled her eyes.
“It was a minor scuffle, but we’re fine now. I’m fine, and I’m not going to give up helping you just because of a dumb nosebleed,” Gretchen said gruffly, pulling Claire along by her sleeve while they continued walking through back alleys and into the shadows of the city streets.
“Still,” Claire said, pouting at her as she hesitated, and Gretchen tilted her head and gave her a reassuring smile.
“I’m okay, now let’s go before those thugs come back for you,” she said, and despite the nosebleed, Gretchen was still energetic, ready to sprint ahead and continue their escape. “You act like you’ve never seen blood before. You, a girl that bleeds everywhere and all the time as if it were nothing.”
Claire sighed and she started to walk ahead, feeling almost foolish for worrying about Gretchen’s safety. No matter what, she couldn’t shake the worry. She hated the idea let alone the likelihood of Gretchen getting hurt.
“I know. After all, I’m the one who can’t die,” she said pointedly, leveling with her friend’s eyes. “But it’s different when blood is spilled and it isn’t mine.”