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Title: It’s not living, it’s sloth.
Author:
jimmygothigh
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Heroes... don't you wish I owned Heroes?
Characters/Pairings: Angela Petrelli
Table/Prompt: Table 6, Prompt 02 (Present).
Word Count: 400.
Summary: A chat with Charles Deveaux involving Mr. Petrelli.
Author's Notes: Also posted at FF.net, under the user 'Johnny Falls'.
“And you’re absolutely sure about this, Angela?” Charles’ Deveaux asked Angela Petrelli as they sat on the top of the Deveaux building, looking over the city of New York. Angela nodded and took a sip of the coffee he had placed in front of her. It was strong; she didn’t like her coffee strong. “Ahh…” Charles managed, adjusting himself in his chair uncomfortably. “That’s not good.” He paused and took a long sip from the mug. “You’re absolutely sure, now?”
“I told you, Charles,” Angela said quickly. “This bomb is going to happen.” The two of them exchanged glances for a few moments before speaking again. “In about a year. It happens… after Nathan is elected.”
“Does Linderman know about this?” Charles asked her as he took another drink of his coffee.
“Yes,” she told him. “I told Linderman before I came to you.”
Charles nodded, once again taking a sip from his mug. “And... what does Dallas think about it?”
“Oh, don’t call him that,” Angela told him. “Use his real name. Dallas…” she let out a sarcastic laugh. “He’s past Dallas.”
Charles stared at Angela momentarily, collecting his thoughts. “Victor isn’t one to dwell in the past, I should have remembered that. He lives for now--”
“Well lately he hasn’t done much of any type of living. Sitting at home, watching television all day…” She rolled her eyes and continued on. “It’s not living, it’s sloth.”
Charles nodded slowly; his eyes closed, and leaned back in his chair. “I see.” He jerked the chair forward and outstretched his arm. “Are you going to drink that?” Angela sheepishly shook her head and Charles grabbed on to her coffee mug. “You’re not sick, are you?” he asked her.
“No, germ free, don’t worry, Charles.”
Charles chuckled. “Good, the last thing I’d want right now is to get sick. Simone isn’t even married yet.” His laughing stopped and he glanced at Angela, who didn’t seem to think it was funny. “What did you see?” he asked, concerned.
Angela shook her head. She couldn’t tell him that. “Nothing… nothing,” she assured him. That put Charles at ease. “Well,” Angela said, perking up slightly, “look at the time, I need to get going. I told Victor I’d be home by three.”
Charles smiled. “Goodbye, Angela.” Angela merely waved. She didn’t have the courage to tell him that he was going to die.
Author:
jimmygothigh
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Heroes... don't you wish I owned Heroes?
Characters/Pairings: Angela Petrelli
Table/Prompt: Table 6, Prompt 02 (Present).
Word Count: 400.
Summary: A chat with Charles Deveaux involving Mr. Petrelli.
Author's Notes: Also posted at FF.net, under the user 'Johnny Falls'.
“And you’re absolutely sure about this, Angela?” Charles’ Deveaux asked Angela Petrelli as they sat on the top of the Deveaux building, looking over the city of New York. Angela nodded and took a sip of the coffee he had placed in front of her. It was strong; she didn’t like her coffee strong. “Ahh…” Charles managed, adjusting himself in his chair uncomfortably. “That’s not good.” He paused and took a long sip from the mug. “You’re absolutely sure, now?”
“I told you, Charles,” Angela said quickly. “This bomb is going to happen.” The two of them exchanged glances for a few moments before speaking again. “In about a year. It happens… after Nathan is elected.”
“Does Linderman know about this?” Charles asked her as he took another drink of his coffee.
“Yes,” she told him. “I told Linderman before I came to you.”
Charles nodded, once again taking a sip from his mug. “And... what does Dallas think about it?”
“Oh, don’t call him that,” Angela told him. “Use his real name. Dallas…” she let out a sarcastic laugh. “He’s past Dallas.”
Charles stared at Angela momentarily, collecting his thoughts. “Victor isn’t one to dwell in the past, I should have remembered that. He lives for now--”
“Well lately he hasn’t done much of any type of living. Sitting at home, watching television all day…” She rolled her eyes and continued on. “It’s not living, it’s sloth.”
Charles nodded slowly; his eyes closed, and leaned back in his chair. “I see.” He jerked the chair forward and outstretched his arm. “Are you going to drink that?” Angela sheepishly shook her head and Charles grabbed on to her coffee mug. “You’re not sick, are you?” he asked her.
“No, germ free, don’t worry, Charles.”
Charles chuckled. “Good, the last thing I’d want right now is to get sick. Simone isn’t even married yet.” His laughing stopped and he glanced at Angela, who didn’t seem to think it was funny. “What did you see?” he asked, concerned.
Angela shook her head. She couldn’t tell him that. “Nothing… nothing,” she assured him. That put Charles at ease. “Well,” Angela said, perking up slightly, “look at the time, I need to get going. I told Victor I’d be home by three.”
Charles smiled. “Goodbye, Angela.” Angela merely waved. She didn’t have the courage to tell him that he was going to die.