Mirrors and Fragments
Title: Mirrors and Fragments
Fandom: Heroes.
Characters: Nathan/Niki.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 313.
Spoilers: Uh... None?
Summary: ...this is what he's become. A lying politician who's sleeping with someone who isn't his wife.
Author's Note/Disclaimer: Written for
iosonosara, who wanted Nathan/Niki with the prompt: "The other in the mirror."
Nathan wakes one morning to find every mirror in the hotel room broken. He leans up, eyes searching the dimly lit room, amazed at how the light catches the shattered pieces and glitters back at him. This wasn't an accident - he can tell from how small the pieces are, fragments of mirrors and other reflective surfaces cluttering the floor.
He moves out of bed, tip-toeing carefully around the mess. There's a light on under the bathroom door and he knocks gently, hearing a soft whimper of a sob. "Leave me alone," he hears Niki's voice through the door, broken like the mirrors.
"Let me in," he suggests, trying the knob. It's locked, which doesn't surprise him.
He stands there for a minute, hoping she'll get up and open the door so they can talk. He doesn't need this - she's his escape from the issues with Heidi, the fighting and the anger. As he thinks of her he looks towards the slivers scattered over the carpet and he laughs, because they're mocking him; this is what he's become. A lying politician who's sleeping with someone who isn't his wife.
The bathroom door opens and Niki steps out; the anger in her eyes, the hurt, causes his stomach to drop. She glares at him as she walks past, not caring where she steps even though she's barefoot. He watches her walk away for a moment, watching blood stain the mirrors, before he looks at her.
She's facing him, arms crossed over her chest. "Why?" he asks, his voice sounding tired, exhausted from the mental strain with the two women in his life.
"You want Jessica," she says, "not me." She grabs her things, brushes away some pieces from the bottoms of her feet before putting on her shoes, ignoring the blood and the pain. "You can have her; I don't want her anymore."
Fandom: Heroes.
Characters: Nathan/Niki.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 313.
Spoilers: Uh... None?
Summary: ...this is what he's become. A lying politician who's sleeping with someone who isn't his wife.
Author's Note/Disclaimer: Written for
iosonosara, who wanted Nathan/Niki with the prompt: "The other in the mirror."
Nathan wakes one morning to find every mirror in the hotel room broken. He leans up, eyes searching the dimly lit room, amazed at how the light catches the shattered pieces and glitters back at him. This wasn't an accident - he can tell from how small the pieces are, fragments of mirrors and other reflective surfaces cluttering the floor.
He moves out of bed, tip-toeing carefully around the mess. There's a light on under the bathroom door and he knocks gently, hearing a soft whimper of a sob. "Leave me alone," he hears Niki's voice through the door, broken like the mirrors.
"Let me in," he suggests, trying the knob. It's locked, which doesn't surprise him.
He stands there for a minute, hoping she'll get up and open the door so they can talk. He doesn't need this - she's his escape from the issues with Heidi, the fighting and the anger. As he thinks of her he looks towards the slivers scattered over the carpet and he laughs, because they're mocking him; this is what he's become. A lying politician who's sleeping with someone who isn't his wife.
The bathroom door opens and Niki steps out; the anger in her eyes, the hurt, causes his stomach to drop. She glares at him as she walks past, not caring where she steps even though she's barefoot. He watches her walk away for a moment, watching blood stain the mirrors, before he looks at her.
She's facing him, arms crossed over her chest. "Why?" he asks, his voice sounding tired, exhausted from the mental strain with the two women in his life.
"You want Jessica," she says, "not me." She grabs her things, brushes away some pieces from the bottoms of her feet before putting on her shoes, ignoring the blood and the pain. "You can have her; I don't want her anymore."