Suspicions (Sandra/Noah/... Angela?)
Title: Suspicions
Fandom: Heroes
Rating/Genre: PG/het
Characters/Pairing: Sandra Bennet/Noah Bennet, implied Noah/Angela
Summary: Sandra finds something in Noah’s pocket.
Word count: 875
Spoilers/Warnings: No
Notes: Posted to 100_women, prompt 095. Found.
Sandra goes through Claire’s pockets before putting her clothes in the washing machine. She finds a few small coins, hair clips, and some crumpled note pad papers. She goes through Lyle’s pockets and finds a few coins, crumpled paper napkins, chocolate bar papers and some chewing gums - un-chewed, thankfully.
Sandra sighs. She goes through Noah’s pockets, because she can’t be sure that there won’t be any broken pens, paper clips or more coins in there.
She puts all the coins in a green ceramic jug on the windowsill above the washing machine. When it’s full, she’s going to buy ice cream or cookies or something else the kids like.
She hardly ever finds any kind of paper in Noah’s pockets, but this morning, there is something that feels like a card or something.
Sandra pulls out the glossy piece of paper and finds that it is a photo of a woman.
This puzzles her. A photo of one of the kids, or of her; that would have been understandable, but why would Noah keep a picture of an unknown woman in his pocket? Of course the woman can’t be unknown to him, but Sandra is sure that she has never seen this face before.
The woman wears a black coat, she wears her black hair put up, and she seems to look at the photographer as if she dares him or her to try to make her laugh. She isn’t exactly beautiful, Sandra thinks, but very elegant. She’s probably one of those people who can make you think they’re beautiful just by acting as if they are.
Sandra turns the picture around, but nothing is written on the backside of it.
She puts it in her own pocket.
Later, after a long day, the children have gone to sleep - or so she hopes - and Noah is getting undressed in their bedroom.
Sandra takes the picture out of her pocket as if she just now remembered that she kept it there, and shows it to him.
“I was very close to ruining this with washing powder and water this morning”, she says, “wouldn’t that have been a shame?”
“Um”, her husband says, “yes, I guess so.”
“Who is she?”
“Oh, she’s the wife of one of my colleagues. No one you know, you haven’t met him.”
Noah takes the picture without looking at it and puts it down on the table on his side of the bed. He gives her a peck on the cheek and an unconcerned smile.
“What’s her name?”
“Angela”, he answers immediately, but no too quickly.
On the other hand; would it have meant something if he had seemed to hesitate, or seemed nervous or guilty? She isn’t accusing him of anything, is she? Noah would never cheat on her. Even if he were, he wouldn’t keep a photo of the woman in his pocket. She trusts him, and that’s all she needs to know.
“Why do you have a photo of your colleague’s wife?”
“I’m keeping it for him. He dropped it, I saw it after he had already left. I was going to give it back to him when I see him again next month. It’s lucky you didn’t wash it.”
“Uh-huh”, Sandra agrees. “Why don’t you mail it back to him?”
“I figure if it’s worth a stamp, he wouldn’t have lost it in the first place.”
“You’re not taking very good care of it, leaving it in your pocket like that.”
“I know.” Noah gets into bed and pats on her pillow. “Terribly careless of me, I admit. But I’ve got you to take care of things, I’m a lucky guy.”
“You’re quite right”, Sandra says, and puts out the light.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, about what he said could raise any suspicions. If it did, she could just as well start doubting him whenever he said that he had had an uneventful day at work. Noah always talks to her with the same warm, calm tone of voice, and Sandra believes that she would notice very quickly if he lies or tries to hide anything from her.
If he said that the photo had been accidently dropped by some colleague, then there was nothing more to say or think about it.
Noah wants to make love to her that night. Sandra isn’t really in the mood. But if he wants to, it must mean that she’s got nothing to worry about, right?
She wants to convince herself, she is convinced. But she can’t quite shake off the feeling that there’s something a little too eager about Noah this night, that he’s touching her a little too reassuringly. But how can that be? It must be all in her head. But Sandra can’t forget that the photo is there; as if the grave-looking elegant woman is watching them, or as if Noah could see that other woman in her just because the photo is there on his side of the bed.
Can she be sure that she really knows him?
When Sandra wakes up the next morning, Noah is already gone. The photo is gone, too. The photo of ‘Angela’, whoever she is. Sandra decides that she’s not going to ask anything more about it; she doesn’t want to know or hear a thing.
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Fandom: Heroes
Rating/Genre: PG/het
Characters/Pairing: Sandra Bennet/Noah Bennet, implied Noah/Angela
Summary: Sandra finds something in Noah’s pocket.
Word count: 875
Spoilers/Warnings: No
Notes: Posted to 100_women, prompt 095. Found.
Sandra goes through Claire’s pockets before putting her clothes in the washing machine. She finds a few small coins, hair clips, and some crumpled note pad papers. She goes through Lyle’s pockets and finds a few coins, crumpled paper napkins, chocolate bar papers and some chewing gums - un-chewed, thankfully.
Sandra sighs. She goes through Noah’s pockets, because she can’t be sure that there won’t be any broken pens, paper clips or more coins in there.
She puts all the coins in a green ceramic jug on the windowsill above the washing machine. When it’s full, she’s going to buy ice cream or cookies or something else the kids like.
She hardly ever finds any kind of paper in Noah’s pockets, but this morning, there is something that feels like a card or something.
Sandra pulls out the glossy piece of paper and finds that it is a photo of a woman.
This puzzles her. A photo of one of the kids, or of her; that would have been understandable, but why would Noah keep a picture of an unknown woman in his pocket? Of course the woman can’t be unknown to him, but Sandra is sure that she has never seen this face before.
The woman wears a black coat, she wears her black hair put up, and she seems to look at the photographer as if she dares him or her to try to make her laugh. She isn’t exactly beautiful, Sandra thinks, but very elegant. She’s probably one of those people who can make you think they’re beautiful just by acting as if they are.
Sandra turns the picture around, but nothing is written on the backside of it.
She puts it in her own pocket.
Later, after a long day, the children have gone to sleep - or so she hopes - and Noah is getting undressed in their bedroom.
Sandra takes the picture out of her pocket as if she just now remembered that she kept it there, and shows it to him.
“I was very close to ruining this with washing powder and water this morning”, she says, “wouldn’t that have been a shame?”
“Um”, her husband says, “yes, I guess so.”
“Who is she?”
“Oh, she’s the wife of one of my colleagues. No one you know, you haven’t met him.”
Noah takes the picture without looking at it and puts it down on the table on his side of the bed. He gives her a peck on the cheek and an unconcerned smile.
“What’s her name?”
“Angela”, he answers immediately, but no too quickly.
On the other hand; would it have meant something if he had seemed to hesitate, or seemed nervous or guilty? She isn’t accusing him of anything, is she? Noah would never cheat on her. Even if he were, he wouldn’t keep a photo of the woman in his pocket. She trusts him, and that’s all she needs to know.
“Why do you have a photo of your colleague’s wife?”
“I’m keeping it for him. He dropped it, I saw it after he had already left. I was going to give it back to him when I see him again next month. It’s lucky you didn’t wash it.”
“Uh-huh”, Sandra agrees. “Why don’t you mail it back to him?”
“I figure if it’s worth a stamp, he wouldn’t have lost it in the first place.”
“You’re not taking very good care of it, leaving it in your pocket like that.”
“I know.” Noah gets into bed and pats on her pillow. “Terribly careless of me, I admit. But I’ve got you to take care of things, I’m a lucky guy.”
“You’re quite right”, Sandra says, and puts out the light.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, about what he said could raise any suspicions. If it did, she could just as well start doubting him whenever he said that he had had an uneventful day at work. Noah always talks to her with the same warm, calm tone of voice, and Sandra believes that she would notice very quickly if he lies or tries to hide anything from her.
If he said that the photo had been accidently dropped by some colleague, then there was nothing more to say or think about it.
Noah wants to make love to her that night. Sandra isn’t really in the mood. But if he wants to, it must mean that she’s got nothing to worry about, right?
She wants to convince herself, she is convinced. But she can’t quite shake off the feeling that there’s something a little too eager about Noah this night, that he’s touching her a little too reassuringly. But how can that be? It must be all in her head. But Sandra can’t forget that the photo is there; as if the grave-looking elegant woman is watching them, or as if Noah could see that other woman in her just because the photo is there on his side of the bed.
Can she be sure that she really knows him?
When Sandra wakes up the next morning, Noah is already gone. The photo is gone, too. The photo of ‘Angela’, whoever she is. Sandra decides that she’s not going to ask anything more about it; she doesn’t want to know or hear a thing.
.