Postcard From Nowhere (fic)
Author: Razycrandomgirl
Title: Postcard From Nowhere
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Characters/Pairings: Eden, Noah, Candice
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Just like to play with them sometimes.
Spoilers/Time Line: Vol.1 Fall Out
Summery: She has a plan.
Word count: 432
Author’s Notes: for the Vow prompt over at heroes_contest unbeta'd. concrit please
She was going to get out. She made a promise to herself, and she was going to keep this one. She remembered his words as she dropped the postcard into the letter box before heading into work.
I promise you, Eden. You won’t ever have to use your ability if you don’t want to.
He lied.
Today was her last day working for The Company and she was the only one who knew it. Well, she and the Haitian, but that was like being the only one.
She wasn’t saying goodbye, she was leaving. She decided she’d been lied to, too much, lied to others just as much (liar).
She was tired of the lies, but she needed one more, the greatest of all, to get away.
In any relatively normal situation Candice couldn’t, wouldn’t, shouldn’t be trusted, but this wasn’t normal. It didn’t matter, she wouldn’t remember in the end.
“So, let me get this straight,” Candice said “you want me to create an illusion of your horrible death?”
“Pretty much, yeah.” Eden responded pulling the sleeves of her shirt down over her knuckles.
“Not a lot of people ask to see that, little mousy,” Candice let a horrendous scene flicker over the air so quickly Eden’s the only indication it happened was the terrible quiver in her stomach. “You sure you know what you’re asking?” Candice asked as she smiled down at Eden.
“It’s a sweet deal Candice. With me out of the picture, you’re next in line for Special Ops.”
That was all the convincing she needed.
She was tired of it all. Let them clean up their own goddamn mess.
**
How did this happen? She was under his charge and he’d fucked it up.
Noah couldn’t stop thinking about Eden and the way her father had come to regard her. It made him sick to think of that man being her father. He promised himself he wouldn’t make the same mistake with Claire.
He heard the telltale sounds of the mailman come and go and sighed, wearily, as he stood to retrieve the mail.
His fingers glided through the leaves of bills and junk mail. He gathered them together, not really paying attention to them, ready to toss them in the mail bin, when a postcard slipped away from the rest.
It was very generic, a collage of cute little puppies with huge begging eyes. He flipped it over quickly, thinking it was for Sandra, when he noticed there was no return address. His eyes scanned carefully over the familiar loopy scrawling, heart hammering in his chest.
No more lies.
Title: Postcard From Nowhere
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Characters/Pairings: Eden, Noah, Candice
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Just like to play with them sometimes.
Spoilers/Time Line: Vol.1 Fall Out
Summery: She has a plan.
Word count: 432
Author’s Notes: for the Vow prompt over at heroes_contest unbeta'd. concrit please
She was going to get out. She made a promise to herself, and she was going to keep this one. She remembered his words as she dropped the postcard into the letter box before heading into work.
I promise you, Eden. You won’t ever have to use your ability if you don’t want to.
He lied.
Today was her last day working for The Company and she was the only one who knew it. Well, she and the Haitian, but that was like being the only one.
She wasn’t saying goodbye, she was leaving. She decided she’d been lied to, too much, lied to others just as much (liar).
She was tired of the lies, but she needed one more, the greatest of all, to get away.
In any relatively normal situation Candice couldn’t, wouldn’t, shouldn’t be trusted, but this wasn’t normal. It didn’t matter, she wouldn’t remember in the end.
“So, let me get this straight,” Candice said “you want me to create an illusion of your horrible death?”
“Pretty much, yeah.” Eden responded pulling the sleeves of her shirt down over her knuckles.
“Not a lot of people ask to see that, little mousy,” Candice let a horrendous scene flicker over the air so quickly Eden’s the only indication it happened was the terrible quiver in her stomach. “You sure you know what you’re asking?” Candice asked as she smiled down at Eden.
“It’s a sweet deal Candice. With me out of the picture, you’re next in line for Special Ops.”
That was all the convincing she needed.
She was tired of it all. Let them clean up their own goddamn mess.
**
How did this happen? She was under his charge and he’d fucked it up.
Noah couldn’t stop thinking about Eden and the way her father had come to regard her. It made him sick to think of that man being her father. He promised himself he wouldn’t make the same mistake with Claire.
He heard the telltale sounds of the mailman come and go and sighed, wearily, as he stood to retrieve the mail.
His fingers glided through the leaves of bills and junk mail. He gathered them together, not really paying attention to them, ready to toss them in the mail bin, when a postcard slipped away from the rest.
It was very generic, a collage of cute little puppies with huge begging eyes. He flipped it over quickly, thinking it was for Sandra, when he noticed there was no return address. His eyes scanned carefully over the familiar loopy scrawling, heart hammering in his chest.
No more lies.