Raissa
06-21-2007, 10:36 PM
Title: Tourniquet 1/1
Characters: HRG, Peter (Claire Mentioned)
Rating: PG-13 for themes
Type: Gen, Angst
Disclaimer: Copyright of Heroes is held by the respective owners. No infringement is intended.
Spoiler alert: Spoilers for S1 finale.
Summary: Peter consoles HRG.
Notes: This is a missing scene from “How Do You Stop An Exploding Man?"
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God gave me my Claire. Angela Petrelli, who was not God, cut my Claire from me. Bleeding, I walked beside her son, the nurse. Peter applied a surreal tourniquet to my soul’s wound. In a telepathically tuned precog trance, he said, “Don’t worry, Noah. She’ll only be dead for a few seconds before she starts back for you.”
“Dead?,” I asked, waiting. I hated the disconnection; new precogs often failed to realize that others couldn’t see what they saw.
“Oh, from the fall,” he answered. “The two-hundred foot drop from Nathan’s office window will kill her, but she’ll get up pretty quick.”
Bewildered, I remembered the tapes Claire made with Zach. I would’ve given anything to stop those falls, to catch her in mid air and carry her safely home in my arms. My jealousy turned to anger, as Peter answered my unspoken question: “Yes, Nathan could fly and catch Claire before she hit the ground, but he won’t.”
How could Nathan just watch her die an unnecessary death? I felt every moment that Parkman’s necessary bullet kept us apart. “You’re her father,” answered her uncle, saddened by the realization. “And her death won’t be unnecessary; if she stays there, she’ll be accepting the future and her role as an accessory to mass murder.”
I gaped. “My mother planned this with Linderman and some of the others who ran your paper factory that isn’t one,” he replied. “She wants me to explode, and she’s counting on Claire’s ability to bring me back afterwards.”
I was glad Peter absorbed Parkman’s telepathy, because I had no words. I’d accepted shades of gray for my whole career. But, what I thought was gray was actually black, and Claire had to plummet out of that blackness alone. I’d failed her. It was my job to protect her from a calculating world, and I’d failed her.
“No,” assured Peter. “She’s jumping, dying, dreaming, because you haven’t failed her.”
“Dreaming?,” I asked, confused.
“We dream when we die,” he said matter-of-factly. “You’ve given her the strength to enter the death-dream and to leave it, again.”
Later, I held Claire-Bear in my arms, as we watched Nathan and Peter enter the death-dream. Claire had given Nathan the strength to carry Peter in. For her sake, as much as Peter’s, I hoped she could apply a tourniquet to his soul’s wound when he came back out.
Characters: HRG, Peter (Claire Mentioned)
Rating: PG-13 for themes
Type: Gen, Angst
Disclaimer: Copyright of Heroes is held by the respective owners. No infringement is intended.
Spoiler alert: Spoilers for S1 finale.
Summary: Peter consoles HRG.
Notes: This is a missing scene from “How Do You Stop An Exploding Man?"
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*
God gave me my Claire. Angela Petrelli, who was not God, cut my Claire from me. Bleeding, I walked beside her son, the nurse. Peter applied a surreal tourniquet to my soul’s wound. In a telepathically tuned precog trance, he said, “Don’t worry, Noah. She’ll only be dead for a few seconds before she starts back for you.”
“Dead?,” I asked, waiting. I hated the disconnection; new precogs often failed to realize that others couldn’t see what they saw.
“Oh, from the fall,” he answered. “The two-hundred foot drop from Nathan’s office window will kill her, but she’ll get up pretty quick.”
Bewildered, I remembered the tapes Claire made with Zach. I would’ve given anything to stop those falls, to catch her in mid air and carry her safely home in my arms. My jealousy turned to anger, as Peter answered my unspoken question: “Yes, Nathan could fly and catch Claire before she hit the ground, but he won’t.”
How could Nathan just watch her die an unnecessary death? I felt every moment that Parkman’s necessary bullet kept us apart. “You’re her father,” answered her uncle, saddened by the realization. “And her death won’t be unnecessary; if she stays there, she’ll be accepting the future and her role as an accessory to mass murder.”
I gaped. “My mother planned this with Linderman and some of the others who ran your paper factory that isn’t one,” he replied. “She wants me to explode, and she’s counting on Claire’s ability to bring me back afterwards.”
I was glad Peter absorbed Parkman’s telepathy, because I had no words. I’d accepted shades of gray for my whole career. But, what I thought was gray was actually black, and Claire had to plummet out of that blackness alone. I’d failed her. It was my job to protect her from a calculating world, and I’d failed her.
“No,” assured Peter. “She’s jumping, dying, dreaming, because you haven’t failed her.”
“Dreaming?,” I asked, confused.
“We dream when we die,” he said matter-of-factly. “You’ve given her the strength to enter the death-dream and to leave it, again.”
Later, I held Claire-Bear in my arms, as we watched Nathan and Peter enter the death-dream. Claire had given Nathan the strength to carry Peter in. For her sake, as much as Peter’s, I hoped she could apply a tourniquet to his soul’s wound when he came back out.