Author: Katy aka xlostxdollx
Rating: G, yeah, it's pretty childsafe.
Character(s): Niki and Peter, mainly. DL and Micah for plot's sake.
Pairing(s): Soon to be Peter/Niki. D
Word Count: 642
Notes: I do not own Heroes or the characters.
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iJust ignore it, block it out.i Peter was trying to convince himself to do these things, to ignore the fact that he was still seeing…something, someone. Very vague, only blurry movements of vibrant colors. It would come and go, here one second and then gone the next. He needed sleep. Surely sleeping would give it time to go away, to dissipate. The powers of precognition that he'd somehow absorbed from Isaac earlier that night were still not gone. Not as strong as they were, he was certain that he couldn't paint a picture of what he saw this time, but the power was there still. Laying down in bed, he was still trying to tell himself that this would go away with rest.
Not long afterwards he was asleep and dreaming. Somewhere in his state of sleep his mind realized that this was not a dream; it was sometime in the future. A fairly small house, somewhere near the desert. Arizona or Nevada, maybe. Inside he saw the makings of any home, pictures around, what-nots, and then he was in a bedroom. There was a woman lying on her stomach on the floor. What he could see of her face, the part that wasn't against the carpeted floor, was exceptionally pretty. Her most defining feature, though, was the long blonde, wavy hair that was fanned out over her back and shoulders so perfectly that it seemed like it had been placed there on purpose. Peter wasn't sure exactly why he was seeing this because it didn't seem important in any way. But as his dream persisted, he saw a flash of movement in the corner of the frame of the dream. Peter looked around, suddenly aware that he was standing in the bedroom. Of course, that was impossible. He was only seeing the scene from the room, only a ghost in it all. Looking to his left, he noticed another man in the room. Dark-skinned and muscular, seemed very…tough, from just looking. He was talking to a small boy, who kept glancing nervously at the blonde woman on the floor. His Mother, maybe? And this man, his Father?
Peter tried hard to hear what was being said but no, what was left of Isaac's power wouldn't allow for it. The woman moved a little, her eyes opening. The man stood and Peter expected him to go to her. But he did not do that, he only grabbed the boy's hand and led him from the room. Within a few moments the woman was waking up, looking around cautiously. Her eyes widened and she stood shakily, hurrying from the room. Peter followed behind, stopping when she did, finding himself peering into the room of a child. bMicahb was spelled out in letters on the wall. The little boy. Blonde woman turned around, looking like she was going to cry. She let out a frustrated scream and Peter knew that she had yelled her son's name. Micah.
The images in front if him slowly started to break and blur, water color paints running together. He wanted to know more about this, about the woman who's image was slowly starting to fade out of his mind and the little boy whom he had seen taken only a few minutes earlier.
Peter woke up, his mind still trying to wrap around what he had seen. There was a change of plans for a moment. He was putting the cheerleader whom he'd painted a picture of earlier in the back of his mind for a few moments. What he had just seen was important, this woman needed help just as much as the young girl did.
iFind the woman, find the little boy.i It was his current and most important priority, he decided, and he had better get to work. After all, he didn't even know her name.