Memento (Heroes, Isaac and Claire centric)
Title: Memento
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Characters: Isaac, Claire
Pairings: Implied Simone/Isaac, and if you wanna see it that way, a little Claire/Isaac
Genre: Humor
Warnings: A little cracky
Summary: Claire asks why Isaac likes cereal so much, Isaac reluctantly elaborates. Reference to heroesrpg
Disclaimer: There would have been more cereal if I owned Heroes. And more Isaac.
A/N: This was something of a prompt/request of simbiani82; I was craving to write, and she suggested a Claire and Isaac cereal fic. Who am I to say no?
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Memento
He looked up when he heard her laugh. He would have smiled back at her broad grin, but given that his mouth was full, it wouldn't have looked very flattering. Instead, he simply gave her an inquisitive look.
"Nothing."
He shook his head, swallowing before speaking. "I paint the future, I don't read minds, Claire."
She giggled. "It's just... you really love that cereal, don't you?"
He arched an eyebrow. "Is there something wrong with that?"
"No, no..." She shook her head, and rocked in her seat.
He took another spoon of the maple flakes, before glancing back up at her. "So...?"
She chewed her lip a moment.
"How bad can it be?" He asked, frowning. "Say it."
"What's up with it, though?" She blurted finally. "Why cereal? Why not... pancakes, or eggs, or bacon."
He blinked, taken aback a moment. No one had asked him about his cereal before. "I... It's just tasty. And easy to make. And..." He trailed off, exasperated. "Why does it matter?"
She shrugged. "I dunno. Just curious."
He sighed softly, looking back at his cereal and away from her pout. "The first comic I published..."
"Was it about cereal?" She chimed in cheerily.
He glanced up, baffled. Where did she get these ideas? "No... it was two days before the deadline, and I only had the first half of the comic done. Simone rushed it out as soon as I scratched in the last line, and I just barely made it to the bed."
"You spent two days making only a comic?"
"That's hard work!" He protested, annoyance rising up as it usually did when people underestimated how much work went into making a comic when you were the artist and the writer.
"No, I just mean... didn't you take any breaks?"
He shook his head. "Couldn't afford to. I was so tired and famished when the alarm went off, I stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed the first thing I found. A box of cereal. Simone had just come home from the publisher, to the sight of me half covered in cereal, shaking an empty box over my head."
She stifled a laugh in her hand. "What did she do?"
He shrugged. "She asked me why I didn't save her any, serious as can be, before breaking down into laughter, the knee-slapping kind that makes it hard to breathe, and everything else seems funny for the next half hour."
She made a face. "And now you're obsessed over cereal?"
"I am not obsessed!" He countered, offence only half-mocking. "I eat hot breakfasts, too. In fact, not long ago a kid made me an onion omlette with fresh-squeezed orange juice."
"Mmmmmmm..." She grinned. "Now that sounds good."
He waved her off dismissively. "Maybe he'll make you one, then. Leaves more cereal for me."
She laughed, leaning back in her seat across from the small counter they were sitting at. "That still doesn't explain why you like cereal so much."
"Haven't your heard about keeping the first dollar of a business?"
She nodded.
He smiled at the memory of Simone's wide grin as she fought to keep from doubling over from her mirth-- no doubt enhanced by both of their's fatigue. "Think of it as a memento."
END
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A/N: OMG, I did it again. This Isaac-POV won't let up on the Simone/Isaac shipping.
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Characters: Isaac, Claire
Pairings: Implied Simone/Isaac, and if you wanna see it that way, a little Claire/Isaac
Genre: Humor
Warnings: A little cracky
Summary: Claire asks why Isaac likes cereal so much, Isaac reluctantly elaborates. Reference to heroesrpg
Disclaimer: There would have been more cereal if I owned Heroes. And more Isaac.
A/N: This was something of a prompt/request of simbiani82; I was craving to write, and she suggested a Claire and Isaac cereal fic. Who am I to say no?
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Memento
He looked up when he heard her laugh. He would have smiled back at her broad grin, but given that his mouth was full, it wouldn't have looked very flattering. Instead, he simply gave her an inquisitive look.
"Nothing."
He shook his head, swallowing before speaking. "I paint the future, I don't read minds, Claire."
She giggled. "It's just... you really love that cereal, don't you?"
He arched an eyebrow. "Is there something wrong with that?"
"No, no..." She shook her head, and rocked in her seat.
He took another spoon of the maple flakes, before glancing back up at her. "So...?"
She chewed her lip a moment.
"How bad can it be?" He asked, frowning. "Say it."
"What's up with it, though?" She blurted finally. "Why cereal? Why not... pancakes, or eggs, or bacon."
He blinked, taken aback a moment. No one had asked him about his cereal before. "I... It's just tasty. And easy to make. And..." He trailed off, exasperated. "Why does it matter?"
She shrugged. "I dunno. Just curious."
He sighed softly, looking back at his cereal and away from her pout. "The first comic I published..."
"Was it about cereal?" She chimed in cheerily.
He glanced up, baffled. Where did she get these ideas? "No... it was two days before the deadline, and I only had the first half of the comic done. Simone rushed it out as soon as I scratched in the last line, and I just barely made it to the bed."
"You spent two days making only a comic?"
"That's hard work!" He protested, annoyance rising up as it usually did when people underestimated how much work went into making a comic when you were the artist and the writer.
"No, I just mean... didn't you take any breaks?"
He shook his head. "Couldn't afford to. I was so tired and famished when the alarm went off, I stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed the first thing I found. A box of cereal. Simone had just come home from the publisher, to the sight of me half covered in cereal, shaking an empty box over my head."
She stifled a laugh in her hand. "What did she do?"
He shrugged. "She asked me why I didn't save her any, serious as can be, before breaking down into laughter, the knee-slapping kind that makes it hard to breathe, and everything else seems funny for the next half hour."
She made a face. "And now you're obsessed over cereal?"
"I am not obsessed!" He countered, offence only half-mocking. "I eat hot breakfasts, too. In fact, not long ago a kid made me an onion omlette with fresh-squeezed orange juice."
"Mmmmmmm..." She grinned. "Now that sounds good."
He waved her off dismissively. "Maybe he'll make you one, then. Leaves more cereal for me."
She laughed, leaning back in her seat across from the small counter they were sitting at. "That still doesn't explain why you like cereal so much."
"Haven't your heard about keeping the first dollar of a business?"
She nodded.
He smiled at the memory of Simone's wide grin as she fought to keep from doubling over from her mirth-- no doubt enhanced by both of their's fatigue. "Think of it as a memento."
END
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A/N: OMG, I did it again. This Isaac-POV won't let up on the Simone/Isaac shipping.