Two AM Crime Watch; heroes; adam/monica
Title: Two AM Crime Watch
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Adam/Monica
Word Count: 1072
Rating: PG
Summary: "Look, I said I'd protect this city. It's my duty. You don't need to if you don't want. I'm more than capable of doing it alone," she says, a flare of arrogance as she takes the gun from him and quickly places it back into her bag.
Author's Notes: So here's a story Shona, FINALLY. NEXT I SHALL WRITE YOU HET SEX. ... Lie.
"What the fuck is this?"
"A gun."
"I know that."
"Then why'd you ask, Adam?"
Adam rolls his eyes and really? A gun? He wonders if Monica even knows what they do, because she can't actually condone this, can she? "Monica--"
"Look, I said I'd protect this city. It's my duty. You don't need to if you don't want. I'm more than capable of doing it alone," she says, a flare of arrogance as she takes the gun from him and quickly places it back into her bag.
He sighs and takes her hand, leading her over to the couch in the small studio apartment they share. It isn't much, really, but it's at least something. He has money hidden away in places but he can't touch it right now, not with Primatech searching for him, not with rumours of who is running Pinehearst once more. So they have a thirty-dollar couch, a tiny television that only gets the local channels because they can't afford cable, and a mattress thrown in a corner that doesn't have a frame. The place doesn't look bad, not as bad as it could look honestly, because Monica takes pride in her first real place. Yet it isn't something he adores.
"Mon, look," he says as he brushes his hand over a bandage on her arm. She'd tried to take care of a mugger; the man had a knife, and had used it on her. Now she has a nice bandage to show off what she'd done.
"He's in jail, isn't he though?" Monica asks, a tiny frown coming to her lips as she crosses her arm. A flash of pain shows on her face but she chooses to ignore it, and Adam just rolls his eyes.
She knows that it's ridiculous. She has to know. That doesn't stop her though from doing this, and somehow, Adam is almost proud of that. Almost, because the fear and worry cloud the fact that she really is doing something right. "Fine. Have your gun. But I'm going with you."
---
It's two in the morning and he doesn't really know what he expects to happen. Monica's dressed in a black tee-shirt and black jeans, as if it'll cause her to blend into the shadows. It does in a way, but Adam ruins that disguise by wearing blue jeans and a red tee-shirt. After all, it isn't as if he has anyone to impress as it nears the ass-crack of dawn.
In his hand is a bagel, and he really does love 24-hour Starbucks. It's one of the best inventions, he's come to accept, as he takes a bite of the bagel and then a sip of a coffee in his other hand. He's not really sure what's in it - Monica ordered it for him, and he adores it.
"Alright, alright," he says with a sigh. "Look, nothing is happening. Can we go home? I'm tired." It's his fault really. Monica slept all day in preparation why he stayed up watching television. While he doesn't get tired as easily as others, that doesn't stop him from getting exhausted, and all he wants to do is curl up in their bed and sleep.
"You can," she says as she walks down an empty alley, just looking. "I'm staying out until at least three." They've walked around the city enough that Adam's feet are hurting, which makes no sense, so he's pretty sure it's all in his head. That doesn't stop him from complaining though.
Another sip, and he glances over at her with the most annoyed expression he can muster up. "No one's out here. Come on. All the muggers and rapists and murderers are at home, warm in their beds. Unless you want to go break into someone's house and--"
A crash stops them both. Adam glances around him, trying to figure it out, but the alarms that sound immediately make him start running. It's close, and he tosses his food into a trash bin before running. Monica is closely behind and it doesn't take long to get to where someone has broken into a jewelry store, and is trying to get all the merchandise into a bag. "Drop everything and turn around!" Adam says as he pulls out his gun.
He doesn't know why he always underestimates the attackers, because of course there's two. There's always two, but he only expected it to be one. Instead one comes out from the back and fires two shots at him quickly. Adam drops and fuck that hurts. He's fighting for breath as Monica rushes in, ignores him, and quickly kicks the gun out of the shooter's hand. A quick kick is given to his head and he drops, unconscious. The other one begins to run, and Monica delivers a well-aimed foot to his back, making him crash into the nearest display case.
Moments later Adam stands up, and rolls his shoulders. "I liked this shirt," he says with a sigh as he fingers two small holes, soaked with blood, around his stomach.
"I told you to wear something you don't care about," Monica chides as she takes some rope she'd tired to her belt loop and quickly ties the two men together. "Come on. I'll buy you another bagel."
Adam sighs and follows her, glancing behind them. One day he wants Monica to get the credit she deserves, but it seems like every time she gets rid of another bad guy, he gets hurt and any video footage would show him healing. One day he won't get hurt, one day he'll help instead of accidentally always being the distraction. Today isn't the day though as he cocks his head to the side and tells Monica, "I want another one of those frappy cappy things. With the chocolate bits."
"Done." She's smiling so wide and Adam decides that maybe this is enough for her. She deserves the praise but right now, he figures she's okay with just putting another dangerous person behind bars, because at least it's something. It's not anything big, no murderer really - though maybe an attempted one, he realises - but she managed to do it without anyone getting really hurt, besides himself. And yeah, he has to admit she's pretty damn good at what she does, even if he won't ever tell her to her face.
As they walk, he takes her hand, and gives her a kiss to the cheek. "Tomorrow?"
"If you want. Or we can just sit in bed all night."
"That sounds good."
"I figured."
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Adam/Monica
Word Count: 1072
Rating: PG
Summary: "Look, I said I'd protect this city. It's my duty. You don't need to if you don't want. I'm more than capable of doing it alone," she says, a flare of arrogance as she takes the gun from him and quickly places it back into her bag.
Author's Notes: So here's a story Shona, FINALLY. NEXT I SHALL WRITE YOU HET SEX. ... Lie.
"What the fuck is this?"
"A gun."
"I know that."
"Then why'd you ask, Adam?"
Adam rolls his eyes and really? A gun? He wonders if Monica even knows what they do, because she can't actually condone this, can she? "Monica--"
"Look, I said I'd protect this city. It's my duty. You don't need to if you don't want. I'm more than capable of doing it alone," she says, a flare of arrogance as she takes the gun from him and quickly places it back into her bag.
He sighs and takes her hand, leading her over to the couch in the small studio apartment they share. It isn't much, really, but it's at least something. He has money hidden away in places but he can't touch it right now, not with Primatech searching for him, not with rumours of who is running Pinehearst once more. So they have a thirty-dollar couch, a tiny television that only gets the local channels because they can't afford cable, and a mattress thrown in a corner that doesn't have a frame. The place doesn't look bad, not as bad as it could look honestly, because Monica takes pride in her first real place. Yet it isn't something he adores.
"Mon, look," he says as he brushes his hand over a bandage on her arm. She'd tried to take care of a mugger; the man had a knife, and had used it on her. Now she has a nice bandage to show off what she'd done.
"He's in jail, isn't he though?" Monica asks, a tiny frown coming to her lips as she crosses her arm. A flash of pain shows on her face but she chooses to ignore it, and Adam just rolls his eyes.
She knows that it's ridiculous. She has to know. That doesn't stop her though from doing this, and somehow, Adam is almost proud of that. Almost, because the fear and worry cloud the fact that she really is doing something right. "Fine. Have your gun. But I'm going with you."
---
It's two in the morning and he doesn't really know what he expects to happen. Monica's dressed in a black tee-shirt and black jeans, as if it'll cause her to blend into the shadows. It does in a way, but Adam ruins that disguise by wearing blue jeans and a red tee-shirt. After all, it isn't as if he has anyone to impress as it nears the ass-crack of dawn.
In his hand is a bagel, and he really does love 24-hour Starbucks. It's one of the best inventions, he's come to accept, as he takes a bite of the bagel and then a sip of a coffee in his other hand. He's not really sure what's in it - Monica ordered it for him, and he adores it.
"Alright, alright," he says with a sigh. "Look, nothing is happening. Can we go home? I'm tired." It's his fault really. Monica slept all day in preparation why he stayed up watching television. While he doesn't get tired as easily as others, that doesn't stop him from getting exhausted, and all he wants to do is curl up in their bed and sleep.
"You can," she says as she walks down an empty alley, just looking. "I'm staying out until at least three." They've walked around the city enough that Adam's feet are hurting, which makes no sense, so he's pretty sure it's all in his head. That doesn't stop him from complaining though.
Another sip, and he glances over at her with the most annoyed expression he can muster up. "No one's out here. Come on. All the muggers and rapists and murderers are at home, warm in their beds. Unless you want to go break into someone's house and--"
A crash stops them both. Adam glances around him, trying to figure it out, but the alarms that sound immediately make him start running. It's close, and he tosses his food into a trash bin before running. Monica is closely behind and it doesn't take long to get to where someone has broken into a jewelry store, and is trying to get all the merchandise into a bag. "Drop everything and turn around!" Adam says as he pulls out his gun.
He doesn't know why he always underestimates the attackers, because of course there's two. There's always two, but he only expected it to be one. Instead one comes out from the back and fires two shots at him quickly. Adam drops and fuck that hurts. He's fighting for breath as Monica rushes in, ignores him, and quickly kicks the gun out of the shooter's hand. A quick kick is given to his head and he drops, unconscious. The other one begins to run, and Monica delivers a well-aimed foot to his back, making him crash into the nearest display case.
Moments later Adam stands up, and rolls his shoulders. "I liked this shirt," he says with a sigh as he fingers two small holes, soaked with blood, around his stomach.
"I told you to wear something you don't care about," Monica chides as she takes some rope she'd tired to her belt loop and quickly ties the two men together. "Come on. I'll buy you another bagel."
Adam sighs and follows her, glancing behind them. One day he wants Monica to get the credit she deserves, but it seems like every time she gets rid of another bad guy, he gets hurt and any video footage would show him healing. One day he won't get hurt, one day he'll help instead of accidentally always being the distraction. Today isn't the day though as he cocks his head to the side and tells Monica, "I want another one of those frappy cappy things. With the chocolate bits."
"Done." She's smiling so wide and Adam decides that maybe this is enough for her. She deserves the praise but right now, he figures she's okay with just putting another dangerous person behind bars, because at least it's something. It's not anything big, no murderer really - though maybe an attempted one, he realises - but she managed to do it without anyone getting really hurt, besides himself. And yeah, he has to admit she's pretty damn good at what she does, even if he won't ever tell her to her face.
As they walk, he takes her hand, and gives her a kiss to the cheek. "Tomorrow?"
"If you want. Or we can just sit in bed all night."
"That sounds good."
"I figured."