Title: The Time Traveler's Wife
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Pairing: Hiro x OC
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: "Yes, that's right. You're going. You've been gone for ages. You're already gone. You're still here. You've just arrived. I haven't even met you yet. It all depends on who you are and how you look at it. Strange business, time."
Word Count: 557
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Not mine. Summary belongs to Doctor Who.
A/N: I am pretending Heroes: Reborn doesn't exist.
When he appears, he is grinning with how proud of himself he is. Now he will get to do everything right, and when he proposes, he knows Jamie will say yes. All he has to do it –
He blinks, when he looks around, suddenly sober from one moment to the next. This is not Los Angeles. He looks around. This is New York. Why would he bring himself here? He just wanted to find Jamie. He looks around in confusion, people on the sidewalk milling around him in agitation, New Yorkers to the core, but he continues to stand on the sidewalk, glancing around as if waiting for her to appear.
"Excuse me?" He glances up and there is a young woman standing in the open doorway on the porch steps in front of him. Blonde and blue-eyed and smiling a pleasant hostess smile. "Forgive me, I'm new here. Are you one of Miss Nakamura's children? She speaks of you all constantly, I'm sure she would love to see you."
Hiro blinks, his eyes sliding to the side of the building.
Fourth District Assisted Living Facility
A rock falls through his stomach. No, no, no, no… The thought is an endless mantra inside his head, even as the young orderly leads him forward he is denying it. But all too soon, they are standing before a door that she pushes open, smiling brightly as she announces herself. Hiro is rigid in the doorway. The beeps of machines are needles in his heart. When Jamie turns her head (for there is no denying that it is her – he would recognize those eyes anywhere), she gasps. "Hiro?"
Then he is crying and he cannot stop. The orderly, though confused, leaves when she sees her patient is not distressed, only the guest. When Jamie opens her arms, veins a vivid blue, skin age-spotted, wrists so tiny and delicate they looked like bird-legs, Hiro fell into them.
"Hiro, how – " She does not seem overly confused that he is young. He must have told her of his gift long ago. But she does seem confused to see him. "What happened?" She glanced down at his clothing reaching out a trembling hand to touch the flower on his shirt. "Were you at our wedding? Is something wrong?"
Yes, no, - something was wrong, but not the way she thought. He had done something wrong. He had wasted a life, had let her live a life without him – but no, wait. The young girl had called her Miss Nakamura, she was still his wife, she had children. Their children? There was still a way to fix his timeline, to turn back the clock. He must think of nothing but the exact moment he wanted to go.
He pressed his lips chastely against her cheek.
Los Angeles. February 2019.
When he stood, he was already falling away.