Megalomania (fic)
Title: Megalomania
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG13
Word Count: round 550
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Janice, Sylar, Little Matt
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
Spoilers/Time Line: Vol.4 'Tabula Rasa' and I guess whatever comes next
Summery: Matt's just tried of it. So ... very tired
Author’s Notes: for missbreese she wanted it. unbeta'd you've been warned.
Matt just wanted to take out a few hundred dollars for groceries. Why he needed the cash so badly, he didn't know, he had a bank card. Why he by passed the ATM didn't even give him pause. All he knew was that he had to talk to someone. Another human being.
Tell her what you want.
"I just want my goddamn money! Is that too much to ask?"
"Sir, please calm down."
Yes sir, pleas calm down. Sylar taunted
"Get out of my head!"
"Uh'm. Let me just see if I can get someone to help-"
No. You stay right where you are.
The teller sat back down. Matt leaned against the counter, suddenly exhausted. "I just want my money."
Empty the till.
"What are we --you doing?"
Why don't you rest, Matty. You're tired. Let me take care of this. Just ... sleep ...
*
Matt woke with a start. He was at home, in his chair. He'd nodded off again. Had another nightmare. He groaned, kneading the space between his eyes, then leaned over to rest against his knees.
How are you feeling, Matthew?
"Oh Janice, don't call me that."
"You love it when I call you that." She swayed over to him then slipped into his lap kissing him on the nose.
"Just like you love it when I call you 'Jan'".
"Ooh! Low blow, Matt." She brushed her hand over his hair. "Falling asleep out here again?"
"No." He said making a face and shaking his head in that adorably embarrassed way that original made her take notice. She smile stroking his face.
"Come to bed, why don't you?" she jumped up suddenly, patting him on the back encouragingly.
"In a minute, babe. I want to go check on Junior." He worked his way out of the chair and made sure to smack Janice's ass before she could get away. He caught the sound of her laugh as she disappeared into their bedroom.
Matt slugged towards his son's room, wiping the sleep from his face. His heart sped up in excitement at the thought of seeing his child. When he got to the crib, Little Matt was asleep. He spent a little time enjoying the sight of his sleeping child, smoothing his fingers over his delicate hair. He bending down next to the crib to take his hand though the bars, smelling the fresh, baby scent.
Little Matt's hand squeezed his father's finger, reflexively, in his sleep. Matt smiled and brought his lips up to the tiny hand, kissing and nuzzling. He finally pulled away, leaning back against the crib when he noticed the tag sticking out from the mattress.
Matt, in his curiosity, reached for the tag and began to pull. The tag came out easily, because it wasn't actually a tag a all, but a ...
Put it back, Matthew.
"What? What is this?"
You'll wake Junior if you keep that up and Janice is waiting, Matthew. It's bed time.
Matt felt himself relax as he calmly tucked the five hundred dollar bill back with the others, underneath the babies mattress, then stood to look back over his child.
"Sweet dreams, kiddo. I'll give your love to mommy." Matt leaned in kissing their child goodnight before he headed off to his own bed ... to sleep.