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cruiscin_lan) wrote2008-11-17 12:26 am
cruiscin_lan) wrote2008-11-17 12:26 am
FIC: Sentinel
Title: Sentinel
Characters/Pairings: Daphne/Matt, Molly, Daniela
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word count: 565
Spoiler alert: spoilers for 3.04
Summary: He really thought he had made the future right. But he had been terribly wrong...
He really thought he had made the future right.
He thought he had pulled Daphne out of danger, he thought he was in for his happily ever after. He could forget that he still lived in that dingy apartment in perpetual need of a new coat of paint; he could forget that things hadn't turned out so well for others. He had a wonderful wife and two beautiful daughters, and that was all he needed.
She hadn't told him at first when she fell back in with the Pinehearst crowd, and he made it a point not to read her mind ever, to afford her some privacy. When she finally did admit to it, she had tears in her eyes and convictions in her heart. She wasn't there because she was forced to be - she was there because she felt what they were doing was right. She pleaded with Matt to think of the bigger picture, to think of the fate of the world, but Matt wasn't convinced.
"If we could just find Peter," she'd say. "When Peter's taken care of, then all of this will end. We could use Molly to find him..."
He said no, every time, but after months of her disappearing for days to look at loose ends, to follow false leads, or to just nearly miss him, Matt had finally relented and Molly agreed.
"Costa Verde."
Just then a knot twisted in his stomach, his throat tightened - it was deja vu in the worst way. Their conversation had happened exactly as it did during his spirit-walk. But it was too late; she was already gone.
There was nothing he could do now. His desperate texts and phone calls went unanswered, ignored. The floorboards creaked underneath him as he paced throughout the kitchen, the only sounds that pierced the quietness that had fallen on their little corner of Brooklyn like a thick cloud of fog.
Molly, morose, withdrew to her room. Matt knew what she was doing without having to ask, without having to read her thoughts; she was trying to monitor Daphne's location, trying to keep track. It was something she did out of habit, a fun way to put her power into practice. Usually she'd report to Matt all the wonderful places that Daphne was passing through en route to her destination, seeing if she could spit out the name of one location before Daphne could make it to the next. This time was different - it was as though she knew what Matt knew, and it made her afraid. She sat still like a sentinel, silent and solemn.
The television confirmed what both Matt and Molly had been afraid to say out loud. Daniela cried. Matt told Molly to give take care of her sister. There was a knock at the door.
"I wasn't fast enough."
It had been exactly like he'd seen it happen five years ago, except this time he didn't snap back into consciousness in the middle of a nameless desert, a time and place where he could still be in control. Instead he held the weight of his wife, still warm, against his chest. He fell to his knees and clutched her, the burnt surface of her back giving way and bleeding underneath his hands.
He really thought he had made the future right. But he had been terribly wrong all along.
Characters/Pairings: Daphne/Matt, Molly, Daniela
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word count: 565
Spoiler alert: spoilers for 3.04
Summary: He really thought he had made the future right. But he had been terribly wrong...
He really thought he had made the future right.
He thought he had pulled Daphne out of danger, he thought he was in for his happily ever after. He could forget that he still lived in that dingy apartment in perpetual need of a new coat of paint; he could forget that things hadn't turned out so well for others. He had a wonderful wife and two beautiful daughters, and that was all he needed.
She hadn't told him at first when she fell back in with the Pinehearst crowd, and he made it a point not to read her mind ever, to afford her some privacy. When she finally did admit to it, she had tears in her eyes and convictions in her heart. She wasn't there because she was forced to be - she was there because she felt what they were doing was right. She pleaded with Matt to think of the bigger picture, to think of the fate of the world, but Matt wasn't convinced.
"If we could just find Peter," she'd say. "When Peter's taken care of, then all of this will end. We could use Molly to find him..."
He said no, every time, but after months of her disappearing for days to look at loose ends, to follow false leads, or to just nearly miss him, Matt had finally relented and Molly agreed.
"Costa Verde."
Just then a knot twisted in his stomach, his throat tightened - it was deja vu in the worst way. Their conversation had happened exactly as it did during his spirit-walk. But it was too late; she was already gone.
There was nothing he could do now. His desperate texts and phone calls went unanswered, ignored. The floorboards creaked underneath him as he paced throughout the kitchen, the only sounds that pierced the quietness that had fallen on their little corner of Brooklyn like a thick cloud of fog.
Molly, morose, withdrew to her room. Matt knew what she was doing without having to ask, without having to read her thoughts; she was trying to monitor Daphne's location, trying to keep track. It was something she did out of habit, a fun way to put her power into practice. Usually she'd report to Matt all the wonderful places that Daphne was passing through en route to her destination, seeing if she could spit out the name of one location before Daphne could make it to the next. This time was different - it was as though she knew what Matt knew, and it made her afraid. She sat still like a sentinel, silent and solemn.
The television confirmed what both Matt and Molly had been afraid to say out loud. Daniela cried. Matt told Molly to give take care of her sister. There was a knock at the door.
"I wasn't fast enough."
It had been exactly like he'd seen it happen five years ago, except this time he didn't snap back into consciousness in the middle of a nameless desert, a time and place where he could still be in control. Instead he held the weight of his wife, still warm, against his chest. He fell to his knees and clutched her, the burnt surface of her back giving way and bleeding underneath his hands.
He really thought he had made the future right. But he had been terribly wrong all along.