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cruiscin_lan) wrote2008-11-19 01:57 am
cruiscin_lan) wrote2008-11-19 01:57 am
FIC: Got Any Change?
Title: Got Any Change?
Characters/Pairings: Danny Pine, Thompson, Meredith
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word count: 542
Spoiler alert: spoilers, I guess, for 3.08
Prompt:: "Change" for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
heroes_contest
Got any change?
It had become a mantra of sorts, nothing more than mechanical grumble that lost its meaning with each iteration. It never failed to evoke a response from those he asked; it just wasn't the response he was looking for. People would quicken their step, avert their eyes, shake their heads, or walk right on by without acknowledging his presence.
While panhandling, it would take every ounce of self-control that he had not to extend his arm across the sidewalk and turn his flesh into solid steel. It made him chuckle inwardly to imagine them walking right into his metallic fist, falling over, panicking, trampling one another. It would serve them right, in his opinion. At the very least they'd have a much harder time ignoring him if they only knew what he was capable of.
"Got any change?"
Change - it was something that Danny Pine desperately needed, but also something he had feared his whole life. First there was the war - that had changed him in the worst way. It was as though his soul had steeled itself against all the atrocities he witnessed and committed; after he arrived back in the states, he discovered his body could do the same thing. Danny found that it was an ability without much practical application, but damn was it handy in a brawl.
He had married, had a son, then divorced. In the end, she took everything away from him - money, family, home. He lived out of his truck for a while, finding odd jobs and temporary work until the vehicle finally broke down. Danny sold it for parts but couldn't afford another one; he spent most of the cash on forties and cheap liquor.
"Got any change?"
The lot had been mostly vacant when he first arrived there. He built a home of scrap metal and cardboard; others imitated him or asked for his help. He was the one solved the problems there - arguments between other vagrants, church groups proselytizing, the owner of the lot looking to sell it to developers or pave it into parking spaces. Danny was the one they counted on to scare them into submission. He didn't even need his special ability to help him win an argument.
Most of the time, anyway. Then he got careless. He'd hit a little too hard, fought a little too dirty. He hadn't meant to kill anyone, but he wasn't sorry about it.
But when those two suits arrived, he knew he was in for a world of change, and not the kind of change he needed. Danny almost believed them at first, thought maybe he'd have a shot at a warm meal twice daily, a roof over his head that didn't collapse in heavy rainfall. But the guy was cocky and slipped up, and Danny realized he was cornered. A swift, solid uppercut to the jaw knocked that asshole to the ground, but he hadn't counted on the pretty, perky blonde having fire-power. It hurt like hell, whatever it was.
As it turned out, Danny did get the meals and he did get the roof, but it was in a Level 5 cell in Hartsdale, New York. No booze, no buddies, no freedom - but it was a change, at the very least.
Characters/Pairings: Danny Pine, Thompson, Meredith
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word count: 542
Spoiler alert: spoilers, I guess, for 3.08
Prompt:: "Change" for
heroes_contestGot any change?
It had become a mantra of sorts, nothing more than mechanical grumble that lost its meaning with each iteration. It never failed to evoke a response from those he asked; it just wasn't the response he was looking for. People would quicken their step, avert their eyes, shake their heads, or walk right on by without acknowledging his presence.
While panhandling, it would take every ounce of self-control that he had not to extend his arm across the sidewalk and turn his flesh into solid steel. It made him chuckle inwardly to imagine them walking right into his metallic fist, falling over, panicking, trampling one another. It would serve them right, in his opinion. At the very least they'd have a much harder time ignoring him if they only knew what he was capable of.
"Got any change?"
Change - it was something that Danny Pine desperately needed, but also something he had feared his whole life. First there was the war - that had changed him in the worst way. It was as though his soul had steeled itself against all the atrocities he witnessed and committed; after he arrived back in the states, he discovered his body could do the same thing. Danny found that it was an ability without much practical application, but damn was it handy in a brawl.
He had married, had a son, then divorced. In the end, she took everything away from him - money, family, home. He lived out of his truck for a while, finding odd jobs and temporary work until the vehicle finally broke down. Danny sold it for parts but couldn't afford another one; he spent most of the cash on forties and cheap liquor.
"Got any change?"
The lot had been mostly vacant when he first arrived there. He built a home of scrap metal and cardboard; others imitated him or asked for his help. He was the one solved the problems there - arguments between other vagrants, church groups proselytizing, the owner of the lot looking to sell it to developers or pave it into parking spaces. Danny was the one they counted on to scare them into submission. He didn't even need his special ability to help him win an argument.
Most of the time, anyway. Then he got careless. He'd hit a little too hard, fought a little too dirty. He hadn't meant to kill anyone, but he wasn't sorry about it.
But when those two suits arrived, he knew he was in for a world of change, and not the kind of change he needed. Danny almost believed them at first, thought maybe he'd have a shot at a warm meal twice daily, a roof over his head that didn't collapse in heavy rainfall. But the guy was cocky and slipped up, and Danny realized he was cornered. A swift, solid uppercut to the jaw knocked that asshole to the ground, but he hadn't counted on the pretty, perky blonde having fire-power. It hurt like hell, whatever it was.
As it turned out, Danny did get the meals and he did get the roof, but it was in a Level 5 cell in Hartsdale, New York. No booze, no buddies, no freedom - but it was a change, at the very least.
