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24 November 2010 @ 07:38 pm
Heroes Fic: Blue Skies  
Written for varietypack100 Multi-Fandom Challenge
Emma DeMarais VarietyPack100 Prompt Table
Crossposted to heroes_fic


Title: Blue Skies
Pairing/Characters: Nathan
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: Prompt - Blue
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


It takes a good ten minutes for Nathan to excuse himself from the table; Petrelli holiday dinners require military grade extractions. He's grateful his Navy background prepared him to do battle with the Petrelli matriarch, but when his mother and his wife gang up on him, he most definitely feels outnumbered.

Peter had shot him a sympathetic look across the table, but was helpless to assist without risking the wrath of the maternal unit. No way both of them were getting a respite at the same time.

With the door closed behind him, Nathan lets out a long breath. He searches for a happy memory from holidays past - it can't have always been like this. The best he can do is a glimmer of him and Peter - still in footie pajamas - opening Christmas presents at their grandparent's country house upstate. After they'd grown enough to be groomed and wear tiny suits the holidays had been more about good manners and being on their best behavior. Smile for the photographer, Nathan, honey. Stand up straight, Peter. Make mummy and daddy proud.

This year the photographer's from Vanity Fair - doing yet another piece on the family. Why the man is willing to give up his Thanksgiving to take pictures of plastic people eating food prepared to look better than it tastes, Nathan isn't sure. He hopes he's being paid enough. Then again, maybe his family's like Nathan's and he's happy to have a reason to escape the charade of the traditional family feast.

Nathan knows he's got a lot to be thankful for, but right now he's thankful for a brief moment to himself - the ever more elusive peace he always seeks yet nearly always fails to find.

He glances across the room to find the French doors to the balcony have been left open by mistake. He's drawn to the fresh crisp air, the freedom of the wide open blue sky laid out before his eyes. He gazes out to the heavens, feeling the pull of sweet escape. If he could he'd soar into the air without a care, leaving earthly concerns behind.

But instead he closes and locks the doors before turning back to return to the formal dining room, like he's turned his back on blue skies and freedom all his life.

He squares his shoulders and pastes on a smile to brace himself for the second half of the meal.

He's Nathan Petrelli. And he has responsibilities.

-O-
 
 
 
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 25th, 2010 03:38 am (UTC)
Confession
The title came along with a reminder of the A-Ha song Blue Skies.

I confess I have a sneaking suspicion I've ended a fic this same way before, but I can't remember which. Occasionally having about a thousand fic in your past does tend to hinder the memory a bit. /sarcasm/

For anyone who actually notices me publishing a bunch of unusual fandoms out of the blue (pun intended), it's because I made myself an odd goal of publishing at least one fic in each of my fandoms before year's end. And hello, the year's about to end and I have only about half of them done. /headdesk/ That plus I have a big backlog of unedited fic that's finished and just needs some rewrite/beta/polish work to get published, including a long White Collar H/C Series. There are only so many days in the year to sneak fic in, but then there's finals. Guess which will likely win out in the end? /sigh/

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
melissima: Sad Meganmelissima on November 25th, 2010 03:45 am (UTC)
Oh Nathan. /pets him./

I feel so bad for people who do the dutiful son/daughter thing. It's like a straightjacket.

Brava my dear! This is lovely and wistful and perfect for the season. ♥