FIC: Rear View

Mon, 30 Apr 2007 20:27:08 GMT

Title: Rear View
Prompt Number/Prompt: 07. Computer (for dramaticmuses)
Character/Fandom: Niki/Jessica Sanders, Heroes (Jessica-centric)
Word Count: 303
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Spoilers through and including 1x19. Gapfiller for episode 1x19

Jessica did her best not to look in the rear view mirror as she drove her cherry red convertible home from her meeting with Linderman. She knew that if she did, Niki would be there, acting all sanctimonious, preaching about how what Jessica was doing was hurting Micah, not helping him.

Jessica knew better. She knew that Niki was weak, would never even attempt what she herself was doing for the boy. Sure, being a hired gun wasn’t a job she would write home about, but Jessica would never be caught dead taking her clothes off for a camera and putting on a show for the world of cyberspace.

"There is no way in hell that son of a bitch is going to Micah..." Jessica practically screamed to herself. "Borrow him." She laughed. "Like he’s some damned toy."

Jessica removed her hand from the steering wheel, to brush the hair from her face as she came to a stop at a red light. She sat there waiting. And waiting. And waiting, checking as the minutes clicked away off the clock. "What’s the damn thing busted?" Jessica said allowed. Was there a reason she couldn’t get home? The fates were definitely there to slam her into a wall today. DL was prepared to take Micah from her, Linderman wanted the boy. All Jessica wanted was to protect him, and everyone was trying to take him away. She wouldn’t let them. Nobody was going to touch her son.

The second the light turned green, Jessica slammed on the gas, propelling the car forward before allowing it to plateau at a reasonable speed. She turned down her street, not noticing the car that pulled away from the front of her house just a second earlier.

For now, as far as she knew, Micah was in school. He would be safe there.

The Girl In The Mirror (for dramaticmuses application)

Sat, 07 Apr 2007 04:52:39 GMT

It was over. Niki stood over the bodies of two men. Two dead bodies. All she knew was that they had come after her and that she blacked out. She remembered nothing of what happened after that point, but now... now here she was, and they were dead. How would she explain this to the police? Could she even call the police? Her husband was in prison, she had a young child to care for. Niki did the only thing she could. She backed away in fear and terror. There was nothing she could do now but run.

Leaving the room, Niki couldn't help but catch a glimpse of herself in the broken mirror at the end of the room. Her own reflection seemed to take on life its own. It was still her looking back, but she was different, devious, dangerous and she gave Niki an evil grin. It was as if a part of her inside had broken free and spawned this carbon copy. She couldn't protect herself, so this other self took control. Niki couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible. But was she really a murderer? Was she even capable of it? All she knew now,was that she wouldn't stay around and let the cops figure that out.

Niki Sanders

FIC: Rear View

The Girl In The Mirror (for dramaticmuses application)