Rick Sanchez C154 (bigbadwolfeboro) wrote,
Rick Sanchez C154
bigbadwolfeboro

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New Fic (First person)

Disclaimer:  I don’t own anything and (sadly) I don’t know Christopher Eccleston personally.  I’m just trying to write events in the “voice,” if you will, of my favorite character, Claude.

 

 

Spoilers:  For “Godsend” and “The Fix” primarily

 

Characters: Claude, with mentions of Peter, Nathan, and Mohinder 

Hidden Reflections

 

 

            Nothing special about that night, as I recall.  I was just doing what I always did for the past 7 years: getting what I needed.

 

            The outdoor section of that bistro had always been good for business.  Any eatery that could afford one of those was expensive, to say the least.  Being as it was October, I’d feared that they wouldn’t have the outside section open much longer, but given the unseasonably warm weather, they’d kept it open.  Which made my work a hell of a lot easier…or so I’d thought originally.

            I was helping myself to cash, and this and that, and stuff people had tossed- you wouldn’t believe how much cash you find in the rubbish!  And then he saw me.  Saw me! Me, the invisible man!  At first I reckoned the boy was talking to someone else.  He had to be, right?  Seeing as I’m bloody invisible.  But no, he grabbed me and made eye contact.

            It was quite a shock, let me tell you.  If you’re invisible for 7 years, you get used to not being seen.  Since there was nothing particularly remarkable about this kid, (OK, so he’s in his late 20’s maybe, I’m 42!) my first thought is that my power has failed me.  And there’s fear, fear followed by anger.  I’ve lost me power and this kid had to draw attention to me!  Reacting, I grabbed him and pinned him up against a nearby light pole.  I wanted answers and I was going to get them, even if I had to wring them out of this kid’s hide.

            As we scuffled, it became clear to me that this kid was the only one who could see me, and, more to the point, it appeared he was invisible as well.

            “Who are you?!?  How can you see me?!?”  I demanded.

            “I don’t know.  I just do what you can do.”

            Well that explained things, even if I didn’t care for the answer.  Just what I needed: a bloody empath, a copy cat.  “Fantastic!  One of those!”  I let go of the kid and tried to walk away, but he followed me, intent on answers of his own, but I really wasn’t in the mood.  I just wanted to be left alone.

            Then the kid tried to sound tough and impressive as he said, ‘Where you going? You can’t hide from me!”

            “I’m the invisible man.  I can walk round the corner and disappear forever.”

            “Yeah?  Well I’ll follow you.”

            “Smarter men than you have tried and they paid for it,” I told him and shoved him adding as I did so, “You stay away from me!”  I began walking briskly away, adding further, “And don’t follow me!”  Just to make my point I knocked over a wire rubbish bin, scaring the street folks.  But the kid didn’t listen.  He followed me up to my roof, my “home.”  I just wanted to tend the pigeons alone in peace and now I was denied even that.  What did this kid want?  I wondered.

            As it turned out, the kid wanted lessons.  Yeah, me as a teacher, sure, and for 20 bucks I’ll throw in the Brooklyn Bridge!  But one thing he said struck a chord.  An exploding man-I’d heard that before but couldn’t think where.  At the time, up on the roof, with my uninvited guest, I wasn’t in the mood for games or anything, I just wanted to be left alone to think, if nothing else.  So I tried to scare the kid off.  It brought me no comfort at all when he told me that he’d dreamt me.  Things were getting just a bit too surreal for me.  So I threatened the kid that maybe I was in his dream because I was supposed to off him and solve his issues that way.  I told him not to look for me on the roof as he wouldn’t find me there again- I was bluffing, of course, but he didn’t need to know that.

            Sometime later, after a good think, I decided to turn the tables on the kid and follow him for a change.  I was careful not to get too close, with him being an empath.  I learned quite a bit, actually.  The kid’s name was Peter, and he was Nathan Petrelli’s kid brother.  I followed Peter all the way to his flat, and was debating going in to have a word with him, when Nathan and this Professor Suresh arrived, along with some of Nathan’s security brutes.  I didn’t care for the look of that at all.

            When Peter bolted out of his flat, to get away form Nathan and Suresh, naturally he vanished due to my proximity.  As clueless as Peter was, I wasn’t about to let him give us away, so I put my hand over his mouth and gave him a stern look to keep quiet.  I must admit, I was a bit amused when Nathan and Suresh thought he’d flown out the window.  It wasn’t until later I found out why they’d come to that conclusion.  The security brute was obviously too dumb to realize that Peter had vanished.   Once our uninvited company left, I had a chat (and a beer) with Peter, inside his flat (OK, I helped myself to the beer, but, honestly, Peter owed me at least that much).

            So, albeit reluctantly, I agreed to teach Peter to control his powers.  Of course I have a great many thoughts about our subsequent lessons, but those will have to wait for another day…

Tags: christopher eccleston, claude rains, creative extrapolation, heroes
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