Title: Snapshots
Summary: Everybody loves somebody, so the song goes. It might as well be the tagline for this story. Love is unexpected, but it's there, and there's no telling where you'll find it.
Pairings: Platonic: Sylar/Daphne, Peter/Molly, Peter/Claire, Hannah/Michael, AU Peter/Sylar. Romantic: Hannah/Evan.
Disclaimer: All I own are Hannah, Evan and Mia. And a few other OCs around here. Everything else doesn't belong to me. Nada, zip, zero.
A/N: I have been absent for about a month, now I am back baby! Two chapters. One is a prologue, the other a real story.
Volume One: Take a Picture, It'll Last Longer
Cameras were masters of lies. They snap, and click, and there's a picture. It's used to capture memories, and dozens more have emerged to suit the needs of the newly technological way of the humans. New ways to take memories, in fact, it's become a profession.
But he knows better, cameras are Godsend, if it weren't for them, memories would take months to take. Hire a painter, put a model in front of him, and just wait for him to finish his job. But the cameras make it easier. All he needs to do is snap and click. All he needs to have is a perfect memory, something that's truly wonderful enough.
He wants to frame it, but, only, he can't find a perfect memory. His team has, and all of their rooms are filled with memories, but not him. He has so little of memories, but he still doesn't keep them by his bedside like the others do. God, he wishes he had something to remember. But everything seems so insignificant.
Birthdays, weddings, deaths, nothing seems extraordinary enough for him. He wishes there was something for him to remember. He remembers everything, eidetic memory; sometimes he thinks it's a curse. So little time, and so many memories to place in his head, but none of them mean anything to him. He wants something to mean something to him.
It's what everyone says, that he needs to have something, and someone. But he's always been arrogant, and stubborn, so he doesn't listen to them. So his camera just sits at his desk, unused until the perfect moment.
And he wonders, if everyone else is exactly unlike him, and uses the camera every single moment to document their lives. He concludes, yes, there are.