Special (1/?)
Title: Special (1/?)
Word Count: 2,236
Pairing: There's going to be quite a few. In this chapter there is mentioned Nixon/Speirs, but that is subject to change :) Plus...Speirs always seems to get around in my stories. Others will certainly develop.
Summary: All over the world, people are waking up with extraordinary abilities. Not knowing how they got them or what to do, they will soon discover that they are not alone. They are all connected. They are all special.
This AU is definitely based on the NBC show Heroes. Some of the concepts and powers are the same, but the overall story will be different obviously :)
You don’t have to have seen Heroes to follow this story. At least I don’t think so. But you should watch it anyway! Cause it’s awesome.
I've just been playing with the idea of our boys having superpowers and I decided to go for it! Only one power is outright revealed in this part. Hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: I’m not making any money off of writing this story. It’s entirely fictional and based on the performances given in the HBO miniseries Band of Brothers and not the actual soldiers. Any ideas or phrases borrowed from the NBC show Heroes belong to the writers of that show, not me. I don’t own anything…so please don’t sue me. I wrote it for your enjoyment so…enjoy!
In recent days, a seemingly random group of individuals has emerged with what can only be described as "special" abilities.
Although unaware of it now, these individuals will not only save the world, but one another as well. This transformation from ordinary to extraordinary will not occur overnight. Every story has a beginning.
Ronald Speirs, NYC, New York- FBI Field Office
Ronald Speirs knew, on some level, that this was a waste of his time. However it was also his job.
The abductions were increasing, all the details the same. One minute someone was going about their day, the next thing they know, they’re dumped on their doorstep, having lost 3 days, and with no recollection of what had happened. The only similarities, other than their stories, were the two identical marks on their necks.
There really were no similarities between the victims beyond that point. They varied drastically in location, age, race, religion, gender and pretty much every other category he could come up with.
The kicker was….that he really didn’t give a shit. So they were abducted. So fucking what? They were alive, they were healthy. However they were all incredibly paranoid…and hiding something.
He was usually able to get anyone to talk. But not these people.
He was just pissed off, he knew. He was good at what he did, but he knew that he was getting screwed. He got pulled off of organized crime while he was at the top of his game, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why.
Fucking FBI…he knew he should’ve gone CIA.
So here he was, basically floating around with no department, getting handed impossible cases. Maybe he should make up his own department? He could call it the Department of Unsolvable Mysteries (that no one gives a shit about). It had a nice ring to it.
Well…to be honest he did have a suspicion as to why he had gotten reassigned, but he was reluctant to confirm it. The mere idea pissed him off. The possibility that Lewis had gotten him reassigned just so that he could keep an eye on him…
However the theory had a lot of weight to it. Lewis was the Department director’s son and therefore carried the influence, no matter how valuable they found Speirs.
If that was indeed what had happened, then he wasn’t sure where he might wind up. Lewis probably hadn’t thought that far.
Honestly, you get held hostage by one mobster while you’re undercover and your boyfriend suddenly thinks your job is too dangerous. Like he wasn’t out hunting serial killers…
The fact was, Speirs thought this case was pointless. Yet because the abductions started and occurred more regularly in New York, they felt they’d dump it on them. What a waste.
The door opened up and the other half of that ‘them’ strolled in.
“Christenson-that was an incredibly long pee break. I thought you finally figured out where the bathroom was last week.” He smirked over at his younger partner, the only constant in all of the change that had been taking place at work.
If anything he felt guilty. Burton was a good agent, and one of the few people that Speirs could work with…he had a reputation of playing poorly with others. But when they had announced that Ron was getting reassigned, Burton had insisted that they were a package deal and that wherever Speirs went he would go also.
Ron was also honestly relieved, he didn’t think he could stand a new partner.
Christenson just glared and leaned against the doorway, “Haha. There’s nothing funny about me almost pissing myself on our first day.”
“Sure there is.”
Burton rolled his eyes, “Anyway…I’ve got good news and bad news.”
“…About the bathroom?”
“No! About our case genius.” He nodded to the file on Ron’s desk. “The good news is that we’re going to be getting out of the office, Compton requested us to assist with an ongoing investigation. A possible serial killing apparently.”
“What the hell does that have to do with our case?”
“That’s where the bad news comes in. The victims are some of our abductees….”
“Shit. Why weren’t we informed?”
“We kind of just were.”
Ron shook his head, just when he though this case was a waste of time. There was still a problem…
“If we’re working with Compton, we’re also working with Nixon…our relationship is a poorly kept secret and the director will never let us work together on a high profile case.”
“What director? We’re not really under departmental supervision. Besides, Compton’s kind of taking point on this one, and he really wants you on it.”
“I bet he does…”
“What?”
“Nothing. When do we get briefed?”
Christenson shrugged, “Not for a couple hours, they’re flying in from Cali.”
Ron nodded, “Well let’s go over what we know.”
Burton pulled a chair over to Ron’s desk and grabbed a file.
Speirs had a really bad feeling about this.
Bill Guarnere & Edward ‘Babe’ Heffron, Philadelphia, PA
“I can’t believe they’re sending you away again.” Babe didn’t mean to be so whiny about it, but he kind of liked having Bill at home. “How long will you be gone?”
Bill sighed and looked over at his adopted brother, “However long it takes.”
Babe just stared at the floor. He hated it when Bill went away…he hated being alone, ever since…
Bill seemed to see where his mind was headed and came to kneel in front of him, “Babe I know you miss Ma and Dad. I know that…but they’re gone okay? They…look I’m not leaving you alone. Dick’s going to stay over here until I get back. It’ll be a couple of days- tops. You never used to have a problem with me going away before.”
“Yeah well Mom and Dad weren’t dead then!” Babe yelled as he jumped to his feet.
“Jesus Babe, calm down.”
“You’re…you’re right. I’m sorry, it’s just…you’re all I have left Bill. I know it’s just a business trip but…I’m always afraid you won’t come back. I dunno…it’s stupid.”
Bill pulled his younger brother in for a hug, “It’s not stupid. I get it…you’re still adjusting. But I’ll be back, and Dick will take care of you while I’m gone. Just don’t get into trouble. And you know…do your homework and shit.”
Babe snorted at that and Bill gave him a playful shove, “I’m serious. Junior year’s the most important, I don’t care what you hear.”
“Where are you going this time?”
“San Francisco.”
“What the hell kind of paper company do you work for?”
Bill just laughed, “Get your stuff and I’ll drop you off at school. Dick will pick you up.”
“You could always buy me a car you know.” Babe suggested with a smirk as he grabbed his backpack.
“Hey I didn’t get a car until I was a senior…so I think you can wait.”
“You suck!”
“Yeah, yeah- get moving.”
As Bill watched his little brother run out the door of their apartment, he reminded himself that everything he did…everything he had done…he’d done to keep Babe safe.
That was all that mattered.
Eugene Roe, New Orleans, LA
“Get closer!”
Floyd Talbert shot him a panicked look, “You’re not really going to do it are you?”
Eugene shot him a dark look that clearly asked ‘What do you think?’
Presently the two friends were speeding down a near empty stretch of Louisiana highway in Talbert’s convertible. Eugene looked over at the RV that they were quickly pulling up next to.
“Is the camera on?”
“Yeah..but Gene…this is nuts!”
“It’s not so bad.”
“Gene please don’t-”
But Eugene cut him off by hooking a leg over the passenger door, “Keep the camera on me.”
That said he put his other foot on the top of the door and launched himself towards a small ladder built in on the back of the RV.
His hands gripped at the metal tightly and he sucked in a breath. Quickly he risked a look down at the concrete flying underneath him.
He glanced to make sure Talbert was filming him and began to shakily ascend the tiny ladder, as he reached the top he grasped a handle as leverage and pulled himself slowly onto the top of the vehicle.
Getting his feet securely underneath him, Gene cautiously stood up.
“Wow..”
It was amazing…it felt like he was flying.
This was it.
This time he would really die.
He spread his arms out like some sort of bird, “WOO-HOO!”
He chuckled to himself and let his arms fall back down. He gave one last look down at his friend in the car.
Then he jumped upwards into the air.
The RV kept speeding on, rushing out from underneath his feet and Gene felt as if he were being sucked backwards into the air by some invisible force.
He could feel himself flying towards the ground-he didn’t know how fast…
When he hit the ground he could feel the breaking of bones in his back and the cracking of his skull.
Then nothing.
Blood spread over the highway and the body lying on the ground looked like a bloody rag doll.
“Oh my God! Gene!”
Floyd had hit the brakes long ago. Jumping out of the car he ran to where his friend lay on the ground. Surely dead.
But he kept the camera on.
Floyd held his breath and waited.
Sure enough, one by one, the cuts and gashes on Eugene’s face began to knit themselves back together.
Gene’s eyes flew open and he coughed, slowly he began to sit up and Floyd had to put a hand over his mouth as he watched Gene reset his broken bones.
Gene began to stand and Floyd pointed at his stomach, where a rib had been forced out.
Sighing, Eugene pulled up his torn shirt and grasped the rib with already bloody hands to push it back into his body. Slowly the rib reset and the hole in his stomach began to close its self up.
Eugene looked into the camera, face and body covered with blood, and clothes torn to shreds. But there wasn’t a scratch on him.
“That didn’t go as planned.”
Lewis Nixon, somewhere between California and New
York.
“Nixon, honestly….biting your nails? Needs to stop.”
Lewis looked down at his fingernails. He hadn’t even realized he was doing it. To be truthful, he was more than a little on edge.
“Why are we doing this?”
Buck Compton twisted away from staring out the window of the airplane taking them back to New York. Arching his eyebrow he shot his partner what he hoped was a confused look.
“Why are we doing what?”
“Why are we getting Ron involved in this?”
Buck sighed, were they really going to go over this again?
“Because he’s the one with the abduction case. He knows who the targets are. Granted they’re out of order, but he’s done the research. We need him on this. Plus he’s a great agent. And if this is a group like we suspect, it falls under organized crime, which is his specialty. He’s a valuable asset. He’s coming on. End of story.”
Nixon growled at his partner and sometimes friend, now not being one of those times. “Do you have any idea what I had to do to keep him out of trouble? And now I’m the one putting him back into the shit. This really doesn’t reflect well on me.”
Buck rolled his eyes, “I’m probably doing you a favor. He’s been pretty pissed about being cooped up in some new office working on these unsolvable cases. It’s not like he’s happy with you. He’ll be glad to be doing something.”
Nixon looked over at him, “He told you that?”
Buck nodded.
“When did you two get so chummy?”
Buck just shrugged, “We’ve always been friends Nix, I didn’t think it was that big of a secret.”
Lewis wasn’t sure what to say to that…it had been a secret to him. Shaking his head he slid down into his seat.
“Maybe you should get some shuteye,” Compton suggested, “you look like Hell. I know we’ve been busy but have you gotten any sleep lately?”
Nixon just stared at the back of the chair in front of him. “No…I can’t seem to stay asleep.”
“Why not?”
“Bad dreams.”
Buck let it go and Lewis was grateful that he did. How was he supposed to explain that he wasn’t just having bad dreams, he was having violent dreams.
Dreams where he hurt people, did things he wasn’t possibly capable of doing.
How could he explain that he wasn’t sure they were dreams?
Next time: Learn more about our cast of characters and meet a few more. Like Joseph Liebgott, a college drop out with a persistent suitor and confusing ability. George Luz, a New York mechanic whose life is in danger and Dick Winters-Bill Guarnere’s longtime friend and co-worker who knows something Babe doesn’t.
Word Count: 2,236
Pairing: There's going to be quite a few. In this chapter there is mentioned Nixon/Speirs, but that is subject to change :) Plus...Speirs always seems to get around in my stories. Others will certainly develop.
Summary: All over the world, people are waking up with extraordinary abilities. Not knowing how they got them or what to do, they will soon discover that they are not alone. They are all connected. They are all special.
This AU is definitely based on the NBC show Heroes. Some of the concepts and powers are the same, but the overall story will be different obviously :)
You don’t have to have seen Heroes to follow this story. At least I don’t think so. But you should watch it anyway! Cause it’s awesome.
I've just been playing with the idea of our boys having superpowers and I decided to go for it! Only one power is outright revealed in this part. Hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: I’m not making any money off of writing this story. It’s entirely fictional and based on the performances given in the HBO miniseries Band of Brothers and not the actual soldiers. Any ideas or phrases borrowed from the NBC show Heroes belong to the writers of that show, not me. I don’t own anything…so please don’t sue me. I wrote it for your enjoyment so…enjoy!
In recent days, a seemingly random group of individuals has emerged with what can only be described as "special" abilities.
Although unaware of it now, these individuals will not only save the world, but one another as well. This transformation from ordinary to extraordinary will not occur overnight. Every story has a beginning.
Ronald Speirs, NYC, New York- FBI Field Office
Ronald Speirs knew, on some level, that this was a waste of his time. However it was also his job.
The abductions were increasing, all the details the same. One minute someone was going about their day, the next thing they know, they’re dumped on their doorstep, having lost 3 days, and with no recollection of what had happened. The only similarities, other than their stories, were the two identical marks on their necks.
There really were no similarities between the victims beyond that point. They varied drastically in location, age, race, religion, gender and pretty much every other category he could come up with.
The kicker was….that he really didn’t give a shit. So they were abducted. So fucking what? They were alive, they were healthy. However they were all incredibly paranoid…and hiding something.
He was usually able to get anyone to talk. But not these people.
He was just pissed off, he knew. He was good at what he did, but he knew that he was getting screwed. He got pulled off of organized crime while he was at the top of his game, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why.
Fucking FBI…he knew he should’ve gone CIA.
So here he was, basically floating around with no department, getting handed impossible cases. Maybe he should make up his own department? He could call it the Department of Unsolvable Mysteries (that no one gives a shit about). It had a nice ring to it.
Well…to be honest he did have a suspicion as to why he had gotten reassigned, but he was reluctant to confirm it. The mere idea pissed him off. The possibility that Lewis had gotten him reassigned just so that he could keep an eye on him…
However the theory had a lot of weight to it. Lewis was the Department director’s son and therefore carried the influence, no matter how valuable they found Speirs.
If that was indeed what had happened, then he wasn’t sure where he might wind up. Lewis probably hadn’t thought that far.
Honestly, you get held hostage by one mobster while you’re undercover and your boyfriend suddenly thinks your job is too dangerous. Like he wasn’t out hunting serial killers…
The fact was, Speirs thought this case was pointless. Yet because the abductions started and occurred more regularly in New York, they felt they’d dump it on them. What a waste.
The door opened up and the other half of that ‘them’ strolled in.
“Christenson-that was an incredibly long pee break. I thought you finally figured out where the bathroom was last week.” He smirked over at his younger partner, the only constant in all of the change that had been taking place at work.
If anything he felt guilty. Burton was a good agent, and one of the few people that Speirs could work with…he had a reputation of playing poorly with others. But when they had announced that Ron was getting reassigned, Burton had insisted that they were a package deal and that wherever Speirs went he would go also.
Ron was also honestly relieved, he didn’t think he could stand a new partner.
Christenson just glared and leaned against the doorway, “Haha. There’s nothing funny about me almost pissing myself on our first day.”
“Sure there is.”
Burton rolled his eyes, “Anyway…I’ve got good news and bad news.”
“…About the bathroom?”
“No! About our case genius.” He nodded to the file on Ron’s desk. “The good news is that we’re going to be getting out of the office, Compton requested us to assist with an ongoing investigation. A possible serial killing apparently.”
“What the hell does that have to do with our case?”
“That’s where the bad news comes in. The victims are some of our abductees….”
“Shit. Why weren’t we informed?”
“We kind of just were.”
Ron shook his head, just when he though this case was a waste of time. There was still a problem…
“If we’re working with Compton, we’re also working with Nixon…our relationship is a poorly kept secret and the director will never let us work together on a high profile case.”
“What director? We’re not really under departmental supervision. Besides, Compton’s kind of taking point on this one, and he really wants you on it.”
“I bet he does…”
“What?”
“Nothing. When do we get briefed?”
Christenson shrugged, “Not for a couple hours, they’re flying in from Cali.”
Ron nodded, “Well let’s go over what we know.”
Burton pulled a chair over to Ron’s desk and grabbed a file.
Speirs had a really bad feeling about this.
Bill Guarnere & Edward ‘Babe’ Heffron, Philadelphia, PA
“I can’t believe they’re sending you away again.” Babe didn’t mean to be so whiny about it, but he kind of liked having Bill at home. “How long will you be gone?”
Bill sighed and looked over at his adopted brother, “However long it takes.”
Babe just stared at the floor. He hated it when Bill went away…he hated being alone, ever since…
Bill seemed to see where his mind was headed and came to kneel in front of him, “Babe I know you miss Ma and Dad. I know that…but they’re gone okay? They…look I’m not leaving you alone. Dick’s going to stay over here until I get back. It’ll be a couple of days- tops. You never used to have a problem with me going away before.”
“Yeah well Mom and Dad weren’t dead then!” Babe yelled as he jumped to his feet.
“Jesus Babe, calm down.”
“You’re…you’re right. I’m sorry, it’s just…you’re all I have left Bill. I know it’s just a business trip but…I’m always afraid you won’t come back. I dunno…it’s stupid.”
Bill pulled his younger brother in for a hug, “It’s not stupid. I get it…you’re still adjusting. But I’ll be back, and Dick will take care of you while I’m gone. Just don’t get into trouble. And you know…do your homework and shit.”
Babe snorted at that and Bill gave him a playful shove, “I’m serious. Junior year’s the most important, I don’t care what you hear.”
“Where are you going this time?”
“San Francisco.”
“What the hell kind of paper company do you work for?”
Bill just laughed, “Get your stuff and I’ll drop you off at school. Dick will pick you up.”
“You could always buy me a car you know.” Babe suggested with a smirk as he grabbed his backpack.
“Hey I didn’t get a car until I was a senior…so I think you can wait.”
“You suck!”
“Yeah, yeah- get moving.”
As Bill watched his little brother run out the door of their apartment, he reminded himself that everything he did…everything he had done…he’d done to keep Babe safe.
That was all that mattered.
Eugene Roe, New Orleans, LA
“Get closer!”
Floyd Talbert shot him a panicked look, “You’re not really going to do it are you?”
Eugene shot him a dark look that clearly asked ‘What do you think?’
Presently the two friends were speeding down a near empty stretch of Louisiana highway in Talbert’s convertible. Eugene looked over at the RV that they were quickly pulling up next to.
“Is the camera on?”
“Yeah..but Gene…this is nuts!”
“It’s not so bad.”
“Gene please don’t-”
But Eugene cut him off by hooking a leg over the passenger door, “Keep the camera on me.”
That said he put his other foot on the top of the door and launched himself towards a small ladder built in on the back of the RV.
His hands gripped at the metal tightly and he sucked in a breath. Quickly he risked a look down at the concrete flying underneath him.
He glanced to make sure Talbert was filming him and began to shakily ascend the tiny ladder, as he reached the top he grasped a handle as leverage and pulled himself slowly onto the top of the vehicle.
Getting his feet securely underneath him, Gene cautiously stood up.
“Wow..”
It was amazing…it felt like he was flying.
This was it.
This time he would really die.
He spread his arms out like some sort of bird, “WOO-HOO!”
He chuckled to himself and let his arms fall back down. He gave one last look down at his friend in the car.
Then he jumped upwards into the air.
The RV kept speeding on, rushing out from underneath his feet and Gene felt as if he were being sucked backwards into the air by some invisible force.
He could feel himself flying towards the ground-he didn’t know how fast…
When he hit the ground he could feel the breaking of bones in his back and the cracking of his skull.
Then nothing.
Blood spread over the highway and the body lying on the ground looked like a bloody rag doll.
“Oh my God! Gene!”
Floyd had hit the brakes long ago. Jumping out of the car he ran to where his friend lay on the ground. Surely dead.
But he kept the camera on.
Floyd held his breath and waited.
Sure enough, one by one, the cuts and gashes on Eugene’s face began to knit themselves back together.
Gene’s eyes flew open and he coughed, slowly he began to sit up and Floyd had to put a hand over his mouth as he watched Gene reset his broken bones.
Gene began to stand and Floyd pointed at his stomach, where a rib had been forced out.
Sighing, Eugene pulled up his torn shirt and grasped the rib with already bloody hands to push it back into his body. Slowly the rib reset and the hole in his stomach began to close its self up.
Eugene looked into the camera, face and body covered with blood, and clothes torn to shreds. But there wasn’t a scratch on him.
“That didn’t go as planned.”
Lewis Nixon, somewhere between California and New
York.
“Nixon, honestly….biting your nails? Needs to stop.”
Lewis looked down at his fingernails. He hadn’t even realized he was doing it. To be truthful, he was more than a little on edge.
“Why are we doing this?”
Buck Compton twisted away from staring out the window of the airplane taking them back to New York. Arching his eyebrow he shot his partner what he hoped was a confused look.
“Why are we doing what?”
“Why are we getting Ron involved in this?”
Buck sighed, were they really going to go over this again?
“Because he’s the one with the abduction case. He knows who the targets are. Granted they’re out of order, but he’s done the research. We need him on this. Plus he’s a great agent. And if this is a group like we suspect, it falls under organized crime, which is his specialty. He’s a valuable asset. He’s coming on. End of story.”
Nixon growled at his partner and sometimes friend, now not being one of those times. “Do you have any idea what I had to do to keep him out of trouble? And now I’m the one putting him back into the shit. This really doesn’t reflect well on me.”
Buck rolled his eyes, “I’m probably doing you a favor. He’s been pretty pissed about being cooped up in some new office working on these unsolvable cases. It’s not like he’s happy with you. He’ll be glad to be doing something.”
Nixon looked over at him, “He told you that?”
Buck nodded.
“When did you two get so chummy?”
Buck just shrugged, “We’ve always been friends Nix, I didn’t think it was that big of a secret.”
Lewis wasn’t sure what to say to that…it had been a secret to him. Shaking his head he slid down into his seat.
“Maybe you should get some shuteye,” Compton suggested, “you look like Hell. I know we’ve been busy but have you gotten any sleep lately?”
Nixon just stared at the back of the chair in front of him. “No…I can’t seem to stay asleep.”
“Why not?”
“Bad dreams.”
Buck let it go and Lewis was grateful that he did. How was he supposed to explain that he wasn’t just having bad dreams, he was having violent dreams.
Dreams where he hurt people, did things he wasn’t possibly capable of doing.
How could he explain that he wasn’t sure they were dreams?
Next time: Learn more about our cast of characters and meet a few more. Like Joseph Liebgott, a college drop out with a persistent suitor and confusing ability. George Luz, a New York mechanic whose life is in danger and Dick Winters-Bill Guarnere’s longtime friend and co-worker who knows something Babe doesn’t.