Fanfiction: Heroes: Cooling
Title: Cooling
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Pairings or Characters: Meredith, mentions of past Meredith/Nathan and baby!Claire
Summary: Meredith's thoughts after the fire when she lost Claire. Written for the "Reset" prompt at heroes_contest
Word Count: 363
When Meredith had discovered she was pregnant, she hadn’t been sure what to do. Nathan couldn’t marry her. Or rather, he wouldn’t. They were from two different worlds, and his parents would never have accepted a girl like her into it. She was too country, too simple for a world like theirs. But that was okay, she didn’t want to be in it anyways. Nathan would always choose them over her. It hurt. She wasn’t sure why, what it meant. Did it just mean he loved them more, or that he didn’t love her at all?
So she stayed alone during her pregnancy, determined to raise the kid on her own. Lots of mothers did it. In her weakest moments, she had wished she had gone to easy way out of it. Gotten rid of it before it could cause so much trouble in her life.
She regretted ever thinking about that now. She had panicked, caused a fire when she hadn’t meant to. She didn’t mean to kill Claire. Her precious little baby. She had survived the fire, but what did it matter now.
She stood at the remains of her former home, unable to even cry. The sorrow seemed too deep for crying. Her life would be back to “normal” now. No little Petrelli child to cause problems. No more struggling for money to try to feed two mouths. No more being stuck in one home.
Sometimes, Meredith got tired of watching over people. She had taken care of Flint her whole life, but a child, that had been different. Less of a burden and more of a choice. Claire had been the best thing to happen to her since…well pretty much ever.
And now she was gone. Burnt away. Like she had never existed in the first place. There was no evidence, but Meredith knew better.
She couldn’t just act like the it was the same game with different variables. It would be too hard. So she disappeared. Didn’t tell anyone she had survived the fire before leaving Texas.
Maybe if she ran far enough, she would forget the smile of little blonde babies and the hope they brought with them.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Pairings or Characters: Meredith, mentions of past Meredith/Nathan and baby!Claire
Summary: Meredith's thoughts after the fire when she lost Claire. Written for the "Reset" prompt at heroes_contest
Word Count: 363
When Meredith had discovered she was pregnant, she hadn’t been sure what to do. Nathan couldn’t marry her. Or rather, he wouldn’t. They were from two different worlds, and his parents would never have accepted a girl like her into it. She was too country, too simple for a world like theirs. But that was okay, she didn’t want to be in it anyways. Nathan would always choose them over her. It hurt. She wasn’t sure why, what it meant. Did it just mean he loved them more, or that he didn’t love her at all?
So she stayed alone during her pregnancy, determined to raise the kid on her own. Lots of mothers did it. In her weakest moments, she had wished she had gone to easy way out of it. Gotten rid of it before it could cause so much trouble in her life.
She regretted ever thinking about that now. She had panicked, caused a fire when she hadn’t meant to. She didn’t mean to kill Claire. Her precious little baby. She had survived the fire, but what did it matter now.
She stood at the remains of her former home, unable to even cry. The sorrow seemed too deep for crying. Her life would be back to “normal” now. No little Petrelli child to cause problems. No more struggling for money to try to feed two mouths. No more being stuck in one home.
Sometimes, Meredith got tired of watching over people. She had taken care of Flint her whole life, but a child, that had been different. Less of a burden and more of a choice. Claire had been the best thing to happen to her since…well pretty much ever.
And now she was gone. Burnt away. Like she had never existed in the first place. There was no evidence, but Meredith knew better.
She couldn’t just act like the it was the same game with different variables. It would be too hard. So she disappeared. Didn’t tell anyone she had survived the fire before leaving Texas.
Maybe if she ran far enough, she would forget the smile of little blonde babies and the hope they brought with them.