The Truth Revealed (January 2008 Rewind & Summer Crossover: Heroes
Title: The Truth Revealed
Characters: Megan Reeves, Don Eppes, Colby Granger, David Sinclair
Rating: G
Word Count: 700; 200, 100, 200, 200
Summary: Megan's secrets come out and Don gets some answers.
Disclaimer: I own neither Numb3rs nor Heroes.
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Author's Note: This is Part Five. Part Four can be found here. Also see Author's Comment below.
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Room Key
If Agent Eppes thought he was being discreet as his partner led her into a small room, he was sorely mistaken. Megan took in the single table and two chairs. It was nothing short of an interrogation room.
“I’ll be right back, Ms. Reeves. Would you like me to bring you anything?” Colby Granger, she remembered, asked.
She gave him a bright smile. “Some coffee would be nice.” Taking a seat, she murmured her thanks when he returned with a Styrofoam cup with apologies for the cold temperature.
The click of the door’s lock did not go unheard. A rush of memories of her first capture at the hands of The Company resurfaced. Hands withdrew her secure cell phone from Noah.
He answered on the second ring, “Reeves?”
Talking, Megan kept an eye out for the return of either agent. “Eppes has me in an interrogation room, I’m sure. Please tell me you’ve dug something up on him, Noah.”
“Nothing that’s really interesting. Mother’s deceased. Younger brother who’s a genius. Lives by himself. Ex-baseball player now Fed.”
“So nothing to worry about. Except his possible ability.”
“Keep an eye on him,” Noah ordered.
He hung up before she could reply.
Reservations
“Look up a Megan Reeves and a Noah Bennet,” Don ordered as he walked past.
David nodded, fingers already typing away.
Colby joined him a minute later, leaning against his cubicle wall. His partner frowned and nudged him. “I thought you told me the coffee I was giving her was cold.”
David grunted, "It is. Why?"
Colby only pointed at Reeves. The cup, balanced in her hand, now had waves of steam coming off of it.
"Maybe I was wrong," he said slowly. Then, looking at his computer screen, "Don's not going to like this. Megan Reeves doesn't exist and Noah Bennet is a paper salesman."
Secret
Don opened the door to the room, shutting it behind him before taking a seat across from the woman opposite him.
Green eyes blinked. “Your hospitality is refreshing, Agent Eppes.” Reeves raised her white cup to him, a smirk flitting across her face.
“Where’s your partner at?” Don asked, opening the folder in front of him.
“He’s around,” she coyly replied.
His jaw clenched. “Want to tell me why your name doesn’t exist in any system and your partner’s name says he works for a paper company in Costa Verde, California?”
“Well, Noah does work for a paper company,” Reeves ignored the question about her existence. “And I work for him.”
“At a paper company?” Don’s disbelief didn’t even have to be faked.
She nodded. “Yeah. A paper company. Sort of.”
“Which explains exactly what you were doing at my crime scene?”
Her face hardened, a glint in her eye telling him she was more dangerous than she looked. “Noah and I work for a very special company. The particulars are not to be divulged to just anyone.”
“A company?” Don was getting nowhere near the answers he wanted.
She shook her head emphatically. "No. Not a company. The. Company."
Encounter
Megan stared at the federal agent, letting the stressing of her last statement sink in.
After he was silent for several seconds, she leaned forward. “Agent Eppes, was today the first time that you’ve ever seen a picture in your mind after touching an object?”
Dark brown eyes peered heavily at her from across the table. “Yes,” he swallowed. “Your partner said something about the eclipse having to do with it?”
Her lips spread to reveal her teeth in a smile. “Noah was right. Solar eclipses are especially sensitive to us.”
“Us?” he asked.
She had to reel him in slowly or Noah would never forgive her for losing a potential new one. “Yes. Us. Me and you. And others. You’re special, Agent Eppes. You have an ability that sets you apart from the majority of everyone else in this world.”
Eppes scoffed. “What? Like flying or super strength.”
Serious, she said, “Some people can do that. Yours is different. Each one of us is different. Special.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Megan's fingers slowly uncurled from her fist, the smooth skin of her palm facing upwards, and she grinned up at Don Eppes as the familiar red flames came to life.