Another Heroes fic
Again for heroes_contest
Heroes Contest Challenge 4 Fic- Prompt: In the Rain
Title: Slippery Targets
Character: Noah Bennet and Claude Rains
Rating: General
Word limit: 500 words minimum.
Word count: 625
Spoilers: Only really for Company Man
Summary: On a rainy grey day two men track down a target.
“I hate the rain.”
Noah Bennet looked over to his partner with faint amusement. Claude was staring at the sky with a look of distaste, the grey clouds looking ominous but no sign of any rain yet.
“And how do you know it’s going to rain now?”
They’d been tracking this Special for days now. The Company were still unsure exactly what he could do, but he was slippery. And who better to track down slippery then the invisible man?
Claude threw Noah a smirk and a roll of his eyes.
“I’m from England mate. More specifically the North of England. Trust me, we know when it’s about to rain.”
Noah merely laughed, shaking his head and looking back at the bar where the suspect was supposedly drinking.
“Whatever you say my friend.”
They lapsed back into companionable silence, leaning against the wall of the video store opposite the bar. It surprised Noah sometimes that he meant it when he called Claude his friend. He had been given the warnings about trusting a Special when he started. But stay on the road long enough with a man and it becomes hard not to develop some sort of friendship and trust. Sometimes he wondered why they were doing this. Not just him and Claude, but the Company in general. What did their leaders want? He had always been told it was to determine if these Specials were dangerous, that the Company was here to save the world. But just sometimes, he wondered….
“Ah, I’ve had enough of this,” Claude scowled and straightened up. “Screw this waiting lark, I’m going in.”
“Wait, what?” Noah frowned, startled as Claude shot him that manic grin of his.
“Don’t worry, I won’t get seen.” And with that he faded into invisibility and his voice floated out of nowhere.
“Besides, don’t you just want this to be over with so you can get back to that pretty wife of yours? Just you go and get the car, I’ll bring our boy out round the back.”
Noah closed his eyes for a moment, his head thunking back against the wall as he heard Claude’s footsteps fade away. He could hear a couple of crashes from inside the bar, a scream from a startled barmaid.
“For an invisible man you’d think he could learn some subtlety,” he murmured under his breath before fishing the keys out from his pocket and wandering over to the car, bringing it around the back as Claude had said. In the back of his mind he wondered when Claude had become the boss in this partnership. Had it always been this way, or was it something that had happened gradually?
He drove the car into the alleyway, killing the engine and climbing out, a raised eyebrow at the unconscious target lying on the ground.
“See, piece of cake,” Claude’s voice came from beside the doorway to the bar before he faded back into view, a stolen glass of whiskey in his hand. “Now we can go back, get a nice pat on the head for being so efficient and maybe even have a holiday, fantastic.”
Noah tried not to laugh. He really did, but as ever Claude’s almost scarily insane grin rubbed off on him and the chuckle came out anyway.
“Let’s just get him in the car,” He shook his head with an exasperated grin as he injected the Special with sedative to keep him unconscious for the duration of the journey and hauled him into the backseat. The rumble of thunder came just as he closed the car door, the first fat drops of rain not far behind.
Claude looked up with a smirk, the water sliding down his face.
“See, what did I tell you?”
Heroes Contest Challenge 4 Fic- Prompt: In the Rain
Title: Slippery Targets
Character: Noah Bennet and Claude Rains
Rating: General
Word limit: 500 words minimum.
Word count: 625
Spoilers: Only really for Company Man
Summary: On a rainy grey day two men track down a target.
“I hate the rain.”
Noah Bennet looked over to his partner with faint amusement. Claude was staring at the sky with a look of distaste, the grey clouds looking ominous but no sign of any rain yet.
“And how do you know it’s going to rain now?”
They’d been tracking this Special for days now. The Company were still unsure exactly what he could do, but he was slippery. And who better to track down slippery then the invisible man?
Claude threw Noah a smirk and a roll of his eyes.
“I’m from England mate. More specifically the North of England. Trust me, we know when it’s about to rain.”
Noah merely laughed, shaking his head and looking back at the bar where the suspect was supposedly drinking.
“Whatever you say my friend.”
They lapsed back into companionable silence, leaning against the wall of the video store opposite the bar. It surprised Noah sometimes that he meant it when he called Claude his friend. He had been given the warnings about trusting a Special when he started. But stay on the road long enough with a man and it becomes hard not to develop some sort of friendship and trust. Sometimes he wondered why they were doing this. Not just him and Claude, but the Company in general. What did their leaders want? He had always been told it was to determine if these Specials were dangerous, that the Company was here to save the world. But just sometimes, he wondered….
“Ah, I’ve had enough of this,” Claude scowled and straightened up. “Screw this waiting lark, I’m going in.”
“Wait, what?” Noah frowned, startled as Claude shot him that manic grin of his.
“Don’t worry, I won’t get seen.” And with that he faded into invisibility and his voice floated out of nowhere.
“Besides, don’t you just want this to be over with so you can get back to that pretty wife of yours? Just you go and get the car, I’ll bring our boy out round the back.”
Noah closed his eyes for a moment, his head thunking back against the wall as he heard Claude’s footsteps fade away. He could hear a couple of crashes from inside the bar, a scream from a startled barmaid.
“For an invisible man you’d think he could learn some subtlety,” he murmured under his breath before fishing the keys out from his pocket and wandering over to the car, bringing it around the back as Claude had said. In the back of his mind he wondered when Claude had become the boss in this partnership. Had it always been this way, or was it something that had happened gradually?
He drove the car into the alleyway, killing the engine and climbing out, a raised eyebrow at the unconscious target lying on the ground.
“See, piece of cake,” Claude’s voice came from beside the doorway to the bar before he faded back into view, a stolen glass of whiskey in his hand. “Now we can go back, get a nice pat on the head for being so efficient and maybe even have a holiday, fantastic.”
Noah tried not to laugh. He really did, but as ever Claude’s almost scarily insane grin rubbed off on him and the chuckle came out anyway.
“Let’s just get him in the car,” He shook his head with an exasperated grin as he injected the Special with sedative to keep him unconscious for the duration of the journey and hauled him into the backseat. The rumble of thunder came just as he closed the car door, the first fat drops of rain not far behind.
Claude looked up with a smirk, the water sliding down his face.
“See, what did I tell you?”