First Daughter
Title: First Daughter
Fandom: Heroes
Character(s): Nathan, Claire
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Summary: Nathan doesn't earn everything he gets, but he tries to deserve it.
Notes: Spoilers for episode 1:22 - Landslide. Written for fivebyfiction prompt "sparkly."
Nathan had won the Congressional election in a landslide, and if he hadn't deserved it then, he thought he did now. He was a good Congressman. Sometimes he was even a good man.
He had wanted to send her away. And what he had thought was a huge mistake had turned out to be the best career move he'd ever made.
Congressman reunites with long lost daughter, the headlines had said, with a carefully choreographed picture underneath.
His popularity had jumped two points.
Peter had escorted her to a function, her blonde hair slicked back, her cheeks rosy. She was so much he wasn't, but she was some things he was, too. She was the best Petrelli yet.
"I'm so proud of my father," the papers had quoted her, when he won the Presidency. There had been fireworks, and she had held his hand underneath them, her eyes sparkling with light. Her eyes always sparkled when she looked at him, and Nathan didn't think he deserved it, but he was trying to.
She was the perfect daughter, and Nathan couldn't take credit for that. Except that sometimes he did, because maybe she was the first good thing he ever did.
Fandom: Heroes
Character(s): Nathan, Claire
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Summary: Nathan doesn't earn everything he gets, but he tries to deserve it.
Notes: Spoilers for episode 1:22 - Landslide. Written for fivebyfiction prompt "sparkly."
Nathan had won the Congressional election in a landslide, and if he hadn't deserved it then, he thought he did now. He was a good Congressman. Sometimes he was even a good man.
He had wanted to send her away. And what he had thought was a huge mistake had turned out to be the best career move he'd ever made.
Congressman reunites with long lost daughter, the headlines had said, with a carefully choreographed picture underneath.
His popularity had jumped two points.
Peter had escorted her to a function, her blonde hair slicked back, her cheeks rosy. She was so much he wasn't, but she was some things he was, too. She was the best Petrelli yet.
"I'm so proud of my father," the papers had quoted her, when he won the Presidency. There had been fireworks, and she had held his hand underneath them, her eyes sparkling with light. Her eyes always sparkled when she looked at him, and Nathan didn't think he deserved it, but he was trying to.
She was the perfect daughter, and Nathan couldn't take credit for that. Except that sometimes he did, because maybe she was the first good thing he ever did.