Heroes: Part of the Job
Characters: Niki, Tina
Rating: PG-13 for an itty bitty curse word
Word Count: 390
Disclaimer: Heroes is Tim Kring's sandbox, not mine.
A/N: It was harder to come up with something for this prompt than I thought, maybe that's why it's my shortest flashfic yet.
Summary: Minutes before her wedding, Niki has a problem.
“I’m not doing it, okay, Tina? I’m not fucking doing it!”
Tina had never seen Niki so riled up, but had heard enough about the stress weddings brought on to not be overly concerned. “Honey, there’s no need to be so superstitious. It’s just an old saying. And it’s not like three out of four is so bad.”
Niki rounded on Tina, her face suddenly stony, “Find me something old, Tina, or this wedding is not happening.”
Tina recoiled instinctively, somewhat shocked by her friend’s abrupt mood swing. For a split second it seemed like another person was glaring out of Niki’s eyes. Shaking off shivers, Tina smiled, “Okay, Niki, okay. Everything’s gonna be fine, just give me a minute.”
She hustled out of the tiny alcove of the tinier chapel, mind racing to think of something to appease Niki. “Something old, something old, something old, something old...” Gazing around the hot Nevada afternoon outside the building, Tina drew a complete blank. She checked her watch and groaned; D.L. would arrive in less than ten minutes.
“Oh wow!” a voice cried out to Tina’s right. She looked to see a woman bend down and pick something up from the sidewalk. The woman caught her eye and smiled, “Look, this penny’s from 1943! I wonder what it’s doing out here.”
Blessing her luck and trying to figure out how to get the woman to surrender the penny, Tina ambled over. In the woman’s palm sat a dingy silver coin that did indeed have Abe Lincoln’s profile and the numbers one, nine, four, and three stamped on it. “That’s really neat,” she said, trying to keep the greed out of her voice.
To Tina’s relieved surprise, the woman held the penny out to her, asking, “Do you want it?”
“Oh, you don’t want it? I mean, you found it.”
“Nah, I have one at home- I’m a bit of a collector.”
“Oh, how nice. Well, sure, I guess I’ll take it. Thank you very much, you have a great day!” Tina fairly snatched the coin out of the woman’s hand and skipped back into the chapel.
The woman waited a minute before saying into the microphone attached to her purse strap, “Everything’s a go. Sanders and Hawkins should be married within the hour. And tell Linderman he owes me a steel penny.”
cross-posted at heroes_flashfic
Rating: PG-13 for an itty bitty curse word
Word Count: 390
Disclaimer: Heroes is Tim Kring's sandbox, not mine.
A/N: It was harder to come up with something for this prompt than I thought, maybe that's why it's my shortest flashfic yet.
Summary: Minutes before her wedding, Niki has a problem.
“I’m not doing it, okay, Tina? I’m not fucking doing it!”
Tina had never seen Niki so riled up, but had heard enough about the stress weddings brought on to not be overly concerned. “Honey, there’s no need to be so superstitious. It’s just an old saying. And it’s not like three out of four is so bad.”
Niki rounded on Tina, her face suddenly stony, “Find me something old, Tina, or this wedding is not happening.”
Tina recoiled instinctively, somewhat shocked by her friend’s abrupt mood swing. For a split second it seemed like another person was glaring out of Niki’s eyes. Shaking off shivers, Tina smiled, “Okay, Niki, okay. Everything’s gonna be fine, just give me a minute.”
She hustled out of the tiny alcove of the tinier chapel, mind racing to think of something to appease Niki. “Something old, something old, something old, something old...” Gazing around the hot Nevada afternoon outside the building, Tina drew a complete blank. She checked her watch and groaned; D.L. would arrive in less than ten minutes.
“Oh wow!” a voice cried out to Tina’s right. She looked to see a woman bend down and pick something up from the sidewalk. The woman caught her eye and smiled, “Look, this penny’s from 1943! I wonder what it’s doing out here.”
Blessing her luck and trying to figure out how to get the woman to surrender the penny, Tina ambled over. In the woman’s palm sat a dingy silver coin that did indeed have Abe Lincoln’s profile and the numbers one, nine, four, and three stamped on it. “That’s really neat,” she said, trying to keep the greed out of her voice.
To Tina’s relieved surprise, the woman held the penny out to her, asking, “Do you want it?”
“Oh, you don’t want it? I mean, you found it.”
“Nah, I have one at home- I’m a bit of a collector.”
“Oh, how nice. Well, sure, I guess I’ll take it. Thank you very much, you have a great day!” Tina fairly snatched the coin out of the woman’s hand and skipped back into the chapel.
The woman waited a minute before saying into the microphone attached to her purse strap, “Everything’s a go. Sanders and Hawkins should be married within the hour. And tell Linderman he owes me a steel penny.”
cross-posted at heroes_flashfic