The Road Home - Noah Bennet Fic - Missing Scenes Ficathon
Character: Noah Bennet, Angela Petrelli, mentions of Gabriel Gray and the Bennet Family
Genre: Gen
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000
Rating: G
Notes: Written for the Missing Scenes Ficathon on heroes_faves. Pre-series follow up to A Gabriel Gray Christmas.
I’d been relieved when Mrs. Petrelli had finally come out of Gray’s shop. After what I’d read about his father in the Company files, I thought it was insane of her to go in there alone, but the Company didn’t want me to interfere. I could watch Mrs. Petrelli’s back, but I had to stay out of the way in case they needed me to work on him in the future. With Gabriel Gray’s potential I didn’t understand why we weren’t putting a bullet in his head right now, but they had other plans for the watchmaker. At least it was warmer inside of her town car than it had been on the street.
“You’re worrying too much, Noah.” She looked across the seat at me as proper as any lady from the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Thompson had placed her under my protection while I was in New York, but she didn’t seem to want or need it. Hell, I think I was a little afraid of Mrs. Petrelli. She reminded me of Kaito Nakamura without any of the warmth and good cheer, but she was a ray of sunshine compared to her husband. Arthur Petrelli made my skin crawl.
“I’d voice my concerns, Mrs. Petrelli, with you the same as I did with Thompson, but I know it won’t matter.” Because they want to watch Gabriel Gray, and nothing I say or do will convince them otherwise.
“Innocent until proven guilty, remember?” Angela gave me a thin lipped smile that never reached her eyes. “Gabriel hasn’t done anyone any harm.” Neither of us added a ‘yet’ to that statement although I thought it. “He may not manifest his father’s ability at all, and if he does, we are hoping to be able to help him learn to make use of it in a manner that is a benefit to us all.”
“You’re hoping to use him if he develops it,” I said grimly. Hopefully not too many people would end up dead because the Company wanted this one. Samson Gray was a serial killer. He was exactly the kind of monster that I’d joined the Company to stop, but they’d lost his trail years ago. Now all we had was his son who was about as interesting as watching paint dry. “I still don’t understand why we aren’t bagging and tagging him as it is.”
“And if you needed to know that, Noah, I’d tell you.” That was the end of that conversation. She told the driver to take me to JFK after leaving her at her home. I wanted to argue with her, but I wanted to go home even more.
***
Midland might be the most vanilla place in Texas, but it was home. My car was dusty when I checked it out of long term parking, and I settled back in the seat with a huge travel mug of bitter black coffee to take the last leg of my journey. The sun was just coming over the horizon as I left the airport for home. I didn’t call the house. They’d be asleep, and I could use the drive to stop being the Company man and become Noah Bennet the paper salesman.
Most of the houses in our neighborhood were done up for Christmas. Our lights were conspicuously absent since I hadn’t been home in two weeks. I’d barely been there for Thanksgiving. Thompson assured me that I wouldn’t be on the road again until after New Years, but I wouldn’t hold my breath. Something always seemed to happen that needed my attention.
“If you were a slacker,” I told myself as I pulled into the driveway. “They’d call someone else.” But being a slacker wasn’t my style. Besides I loved my work. I was making a difference, and I was keeping my family and other safe.
Mr. Muggles yapped at me as I let myself in. His tail was wagging so hard that he was making his whole body shake. The house smelled like Christmas tree, and Sandra and the kids had put together a beauty while I was away. Next year I’d be here to help with the tree. I couldn’t keep dropping everything when Thompson snapped his fingers. My family was the most important thing to me.
After locking up my gun and the fake ID that allowed me to carry it on the plane, and putting away my laptop, I walked upstairs to check on the kids and Sandra. They were all sleeping soundly. Lyle was sprawled on his stomach, sleeping the same way that he did when he was a baby. Claire was curled on her side with her blankets tucked up to her chin. There were half a dozen teddy bears on the bed watching over her while she slept. Sandra mumbled when I kissed her cheek.
“Shhhh, stay in bed. I’m home early.”
“But I’d like to see you with more than one eye,” she said with a smile from her nest in the blankets.”
“Come down to the kitchen in an hour. I’m going to make breakfast for us all.”
I went into the kitchen to make some real coffee where Mr. Muggles stared at me with his beady black eyes until I got the message and gave him a treat from his cookie jar. “It’s no wonder you’re nearly as wide as you are tall, little dog.”
The dog wasn’t the only one who was hungry, so I started digging through cabinets to get waffle mix and pull out the waffle iron. I wasn’t the best cook, but I knew how to read the recipe on the box. Hopefully the smell of the waffles and the bacon would get the rest of the family up while the food was still hot.
Comments to my LJ, please. Thanks for reading.
Genre: Gen
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000
Rating: G
Notes: Written for the Missing Scenes Ficathon on heroes_faves. Pre-series follow up to A Gabriel Gray Christmas.
I’d been relieved when Mrs. Petrelli had finally come out of Gray’s shop. After what I’d read about his father in the Company files, I thought it was insane of her to go in there alone, but the Company didn’t want me to interfere. I could watch Mrs. Petrelli’s back, but I had to stay out of the way in case they needed me to work on him in the future. With Gabriel Gray’s potential I didn’t understand why we weren’t putting a bullet in his head right now, but they had other plans for the watchmaker. At least it was warmer inside of her town car than it had been on the street.
“You’re worrying too much, Noah.” She looked across the seat at me as proper as any lady from the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Thompson had placed her under my protection while I was in New York, but she didn’t seem to want or need it. Hell, I think I was a little afraid of Mrs. Petrelli. She reminded me of Kaito Nakamura without any of the warmth and good cheer, but she was a ray of sunshine compared to her husband. Arthur Petrelli made my skin crawl.
“I’d voice my concerns, Mrs. Petrelli, with you the same as I did with Thompson, but I know it won’t matter.” Because they want to watch Gabriel Gray, and nothing I say or do will convince them otherwise.
“Innocent until proven guilty, remember?” Angela gave me a thin lipped smile that never reached her eyes. “Gabriel hasn’t done anyone any harm.” Neither of us added a ‘yet’ to that statement although I thought it. “He may not manifest his father’s ability at all, and if he does, we are hoping to be able to help him learn to make use of it in a manner that is a benefit to us all.”
“You’re hoping to use him if he develops it,” I said grimly. Hopefully not too many people would end up dead because the Company wanted this one. Samson Gray was a serial killer. He was exactly the kind of monster that I’d joined the Company to stop, but they’d lost his trail years ago. Now all we had was his son who was about as interesting as watching paint dry. “I still don’t understand why we aren’t bagging and tagging him as it is.”
“And if you needed to know that, Noah, I’d tell you.” That was the end of that conversation. She told the driver to take me to JFK after leaving her at her home. I wanted to argue with her, but I wanted to go home even more.
***
Midland might be the most vanilla place in Texas, but it was home. My car was dusty when I checked it out of long term parking, and I settled back in the seat with a huge travel mug of bitter black coffee to take the last leg of my journey. The sun was just coming over the horizon as I left the airport for home. I didn’t call the house. They’d be asleep, and I could use the drive to stop being the Company man and become Noah Bennet the paper salesman.
Most of the houses in our neighborhood were done up for Christmas. Our lights were conspicuously absent since I hadn’t been home in two weeks. I’d barely been there for Thanksgiving. Thompson assured me that I wouldn’t be on the road again until after New Years, but I wouldn’t hold my breath. Something always seemed to happen that needed my attention.
“If you were a slacker,” I told myself as I pulled into the driveway. “They’d call someone else.” But being a slacker wasn’t my style. Besides I loved my work. I was making a difference, and I was keeping my family and other safe.
Mr. Muggles yapped at me as I let myself in. His tail was wagging so hard that he was making his whole body shake. The house smelled like Christmas tree, and Sandra and the kids had put together a beauty while I was away. Next year I’d be here to help with the tree. I couldn’t keep dropping everything when Thompson snapped his fingers. My family was the most important thing to me.
After locking up my gun and the fake ID that allowed me to carry it on the plane, and putting away my laptop, I walked upstairs to check on the kids and Sandra. They were all sleeping soundly. Lyle was sprawled on his stomach, sleeping the same way that he did when he was a baby. Claire was curled on her side with her blankets tucked up to her chin. There were half a dozen teddy bears on the bed watching over her while she slept. Sandra mumbled when I kissed her cheek.
“Shhhh, stay in bed. I’m home early.”
“But I’d like to see you with more than one eye,” she said with a smile from her nest in the blankets.”
“Come down to the kitchen in an hour. I’m going to make breakfast for us all.”
I went into the kitchen to make some real coffee where Mr. Muggles stared at me with his beady black eyes until I got the message and gave him a treat from his cookie jar. “It’s no wonder you’re nearly as wide as you are tall, little dog.”
The dog wasn’t the only one who was hungry, so I started digging through cabinets to get waffle mix and pull out the waffle iron. I wasn’t the best cook, but I knew how to read the recipe on the box. Hopefully the smell of the waffles and the bacon would get the rest of the family up while the food was still hot.
Comments to my LJ, please. Thanks for reading.