A Solitary Earring (Monthly Theme - Movement - & Summer Crossover: Heroes)
Title: A Solitary Earring
Characters: Don, Megan
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Summary: Don gets lessons on how to use his ability and Megan's past comes out.
Disclaimer: I own neither Numb3rs nor Heroes. More the pity.
Feedback: Is always and greatly appreciated.
Author's Note: This is Part Eight. Part Seven can be found here. See Author's Comment below.
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“This is useless.”
Frustrated, Don threw his hands up into the air. His growl turned into a sigh as he caught sight of the expression on the woman across the table.
Megan’s mouth twisted. She leaned a hand across the table from him and tapped the solitary earring innocently lying there. “It’s not useless. Come on,” she coaxed. “Try again!”
That he couldn’t recreate whatever he’d done in the Encino house was making him doubt whether he’d really done anything at all.
Don gave her a sour look. “Easy for you to say. You only have to snap your fingers.”
Annoyed, she did just that. Her fingers blurred in quick motion, red flames spiraling to life. As quick as they came, they left. “You think I was just able to do this one day? Be thankful that your ability isn’t as dangerous as mine. At sixteen years old I set my house on fire with my family inside. No one died, thankfully, but still. No one said this was easy. None of this is.”
Contrite, he murmured a quiet apology.
Megan shook her head, hair sliding off her shoulders. “It’s alright. You didn’t know,” she nudged the earring again. “Now, try again. When I want to use my ability, I can’t just wave my hand and have fire appear. It doesn’t work like that. You have to think about it. In your case you have, what I and Noah believe, clairsentience or clairvoyance. You can knowledge from an object by simply touching it.”
For the tenth time this afternoon, Don’s fingers picked up the gold piece of jewelry. His eyes closed, he concentrated, willing the information to come. Finally, the images came, reeling like a movie.
“You wore these the night you ran away from home.”
Her tight smile was answer that Don’s ability wasn’t a fluke.
Characters: Don, Megan
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Summary: Don gets lessons on how to use his ability and Megan's past comes out.
Disclaimer: I own neither Numb3rs nor Heroes. More the pity.
Feedback: Is always and greatly appreciated.
Author's Note: This is Part Eight. Part Seven can be found here. See Author's Comment below.
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“This is useless.”
Frustrated, Don threw his hands up into the air. His growl turned into a sigh as he caught sight of the expression on the woman across the table.
Megan’s mouth twisted. She leaned a hand across the table from him and tapped the solitary earring innocently lying there. “It’s not useless. Come on,” she coaxed. “Try again!”
That he couldn’t recreate whatever he’d done in the Encino house was making him doubt whether he’d really done anything at all.
Don gave her a sour look. “Easy for you to say. You only have to snap your fingers.”
Annoyed, she did just that. Her fingers blurred in quick motion, red flames spiraling to life. As quick as they came, they left. “You think I was just able to do this one day? Be thankful that your ability isn’t as dangerous as mine. At sixteen years old I set my house on fire with my family inside. No one died, thankfully, but still. No one said this was easy. None of this is.”
Contrite, he murmured a quiet apology.
Megan shook her head, hair sliding off her shoulders. “It’s alright. You didn’t know,” she nudged the earring again. “Now, try again. When I want to use my ability, I can’t just wave my hand and have fire appear. It doesn’t work like that. You have to think about it. In your case you have, what I and Noah believe, clairsentience or clairvoyance. You can knowledge from an object by simply touching it.”
For the tenth time this afternoon, Don’s fingers picked up the gold piece of jewelry. His eyes closed, he concentrated, willing the information to come. Finally, the images came, reeling like a movie.
“You wore these the night you ran away from home.”
Her tight smile was answer that Don’s ability wasn’t a fluke.