Angela fic: Young War Buddies
Title: Young War Buddies
Fandom: Heroes
Rating/Genre: G/gen
Characters: Angela, Heidi, Simon and Monty Petrelli
Summary: A day in the park; a few hours before an important photo shoot with the Petrelli family - and the kids are playing with water guns and their faces are covered in paint! But it turns out that it’s not as bad as Angela thinks…
Word count: 637
Spoilers/Warnings: Nope! This is just a little bit of Petrelli fluff! (So, take that as a warning if you’re into angst and stuff…)
Notes: Written for comment_fic and’effingeden’s prompt: Any, any, war paint and water guns (theme: war).
The boys were running around the bushes and trees in the park with toy guns in their hands and their faces were covered in paint; they were red and blue and yellow.
Heidi sat on a bench and watched them with a content and happy smile on her face.
“Heidi”, Angela exclaimed, “what is that; how are you going to wash that away? Have you forgotten that a photographer is coming over this afternoon? I don’t think Nathan will like having his sons look like that on the photos.”
Heidi looked up on her, and didn’t look worried or apologetic.
“Relax”, she said, “they’re just children, what harm will it do to Nathan’s campaign if they’ve got a little war paint on their faces? And photos can be retouched anyway…”
“Are you serious?”
The younger Mrs. Petrelli laughed her ringing laugh that Angela secretly thought she heard too little of, but this time she thought it was a little out of place.
“No, Angela, don’t worry. It’s not waterproof; it’s just a little war paint for children and it washes off easily. There will be no sign of it in the afternoon.”
“Well, in that case…”
Angela sat down by Heidi’s side on the bench. It was still early, and of course the boys could play with paint and water guns in the park on such a beautiful day.
I guess I should relax more, she thought.
Monty and Simon came up to her - and wisely enough, they didn’t try to give her a hug. She loved them, but didn’t want them too close when they looked like that. She just patted their heads and asked them what they were doing.
“Can’t you see that?” Monty grinned, “Come on, look at us! We’re Cowboys and Indians!”
“We’re Indians from Mars”, Simon added, “we’re alien Indians.”
“But both of you look like war painted Indians”, Angela observed, “I don’t see any cowboys around.”
Her grandsons sighed and looked impatiently at her.
“But we’re playing, we’re pretending that we’re at war with cowboys!”
“Oh, of course!” Angela smiled. “Yes, I understand… I guess you painted yourselves like that, huh? Mommy didn’t help? Good boys…”
With shrill cries, the boys ran off again, and Angela watched them with pleasure for a while. Then she closed her eyes and turned her face upwards and let the sunshine fall on it.
They were sweet boys, reminded her much of Peter at that age. And not any signs of some kind of abilities in either of them.
She hoped it was going to stay that way. She dreaded the thought of a precognition that involved her grandsons. So far it hadn’t happened. Nathan’s daughter had her ability, but maybe Nathan’s sons were going to be spared.
Angela shrieked and rose to her feet in shock as she felt a splash of water on her face.
“Simon!” Heidi exclaimed, and then she turned to her: “Oh, Angela…”
“You…”, she gasped, “you little..!”
“Now you can be the cowboy!”
Simon laughed, but a little hesitatingly, and Monty looked insecure.
So much for ‘sweet boys’, she thought, they’re little monsters…
“Come on, cowboy!” Simon dared, “you can’t catch us, you can’t…!”
She thought about it for a minute. When was the last time she had been involved in any children’s games?
“Oh, really? You think I can’t catch you, little savages?”
Angela turned to Heidi and smiled reassuringly.
“It’s okay; the photographer won’t come until the afternoon… it’s a shame to get grass stains on these clothes, but after all, a little grass has never killed anybody…”
Angela took her shoes off, because she would surely be an easy prey for the Indians from Mars if she tried to run in high heels. And then she was ready to chase her two grandsons across the lawn.
Fandom: Heroes
Rating/Genre: G/gen
Characters: Angela, Heidi, Simon and Monty Petrelli
Summary: A day in the park; a few hours before an important photo shoot with the Petrelli family - and the kids are playing with water guns and their faces are covered in paint! But it turns out that it’s not as bad as Angela thinks…
Word count: 637
Spoilers/Warnings: Nope! This is just a little bit of Petrelli fluff! (So, take that as a warning if you’re into angst and stuff…)
Notes: Written for comment_fic and’effingeden’s prompt: Any, any, war paint and water guns (theme: war).
The boys were running around the bushes and trees in the park with toy guns in their hands and their faces were covered in paint; they were red and blue and yellow.
Heidi sat on a bench and watched them with a content and happy smile on her face.
“Heidi”, Angela exclaimed, “what is that; how are you going to wash that away? Have you forgotten that a photographer is coming over this afternoon? I don’t think Nathan will like having his sons look like that on the photos.”
Heidi looked up on her, and didn’t look worried or apologetic.
“Relax”, she said, “they’re just children, what harm will it do to Nathan’s campaign if they’ve got a little war paint on their faces? And photos can be retouched anyway…”
“Are you serious?”
The younger Mrs. Petrelli laughed her ringing laugh that Angela secretly thought she heard too little of, but this time she thought it was a little out of place.
“No, Angela, don’t worry. It’s not waterproof; it’s just a little war paint for children and it washes off easily. There will be no sign of it in the afternoon.”
“Well, in that case…”
Angela sat down by Heidi’s side on the bench. It was still early, and of course the boys could play with paint and water guns in the park on such a beautiful day.
I guess I should relax more, she thought.
Monty and Simon came up to her - and wisely enough, they didn’t try to give her a hug. She loved them, but didn’t want them too close when they looked like that. She just patted their heads and asked them what they were doing.
“Can’t you see that?” Monty grinned, “Come on, look at us! We’re Cowboys and Indians!”
“We’re Indians from Mars”, Simon added, “we’re alien Indians.”
“But both of you look like war painted Indians”, Angela observed, “I don’t see any cowboys around.”
Her grandsons sighed and looked impatiently at her.
“But we’re playing, we’re pretending that we’re at war with cowboys!”
“Oh, of course!” Angela smiled. “Yes, I understand… I guess you painted yourselves like that, huh? Mommy didn’t help? Good boys…”
With shrill cries, the boys ran off again, and Angela watched them with pleasure for a while. Then she closed her eyes and turned her face upwards and let the sunshine fall on it.
They were sweet boys, reminded her much of Peter at that age. And not any signs of some kind of abilities in either of them.
She hoped it was going to stay that way. She dreaded the thought of a precognition that involved her grandsons. So far it hadn’t happened. Nathan’s daughter had her ability, but maybe Nathan’s sons were going to be spared.
Angela shrieked and rose to her feet in shock as she felt a splash of water on her face.
“Simon!” Heidi exclaimed, and then she turned to her: “Oh, Angela…”
“You…”, she gasped, “you little..!”
“Now you can be the cowboy!”
Simon laughed, but a little hesitatingly, and Monty looked insecure.
So much for ‘sweet boys’, she thought, they’re little monsters…
“Come on, cowboy!” Simon dared, “you can’t catch us, you can’t…!”
She thought about it for a minute. When was the last time she had been involved in any children’s games?
“Oh, really? You think I can’t catch you, little savages?”
Angela turned to Heidi and smiled reassuringly.
“It’s okay; the photographer won’t come until the afternoon… it’s a shame to get grass stains on these clothes, but after all, a little grass has never killed anybody…”
Angela took her shoes off, because she would surely be an easy prey for the Indians from Mars if she tried to run in high heels. And then she was ready to chase her two grandsons across the lawn.