Heroes Fic
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indiana_jTitle: Passenger Flight
Word Count: 557
Rating: PG
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Nathan Petrelli, Matt Parkman
Spoilers: Takes place in the last episode of the second season -- there are no big spoilers but that's when it takes place.
Summery: The dynamic duo tries to figure out their next move.
Disclaimer: Not mine :)
Nathan stared up at Parkman and the telepath stared back. "So," he started, eying the other man. Parkman wasn’t obese or anything but he was a hefty man -- muscle layered over with fat from one too many take out dinners. And Nathan, well, Nathan used to spend too many nights hunched over a desk and legislation to worry about things like weight training.
Parkman coughed and stared up into the sky. "So," he copied. He seemed almost embarrassed at this point and he shuffled his feet on the ground like a kid. "How does this work?"
"How should I know? I don't normally go around carrying people." Unless it was Peter. Or someone trapped in a fire. But that didn’t count. "I'm only doing this because we don't have much time left, I'm not..."
"I know, I know. You're not a cargo jet." Parkman held up his hands and grimaced. "Fireman's carry?"
Just the thought of that made Nathan wince. "No."
"Carried in your arms?"
He thought about that one for less than a second. "Hell no."
"Dragged behind you?" Parkman offered sarcastically. Nathan grinned, just a little bit, looking more like a wild man than ever. Considering where they were going, he regretted that Parkman took away the shot gun.
"On my back?" Nathan finally offered after a moment of irritated silence. If he could move fast enough, he should be able to avoid either dropping the cop on his head or doing irreparable damage to his back.
They eyed each other again -- Parkman had a few inches on Nathan on top of the weight. This was not going to be a ride in the park. With a resigned sigh, Nathan turned to put his back to the other man.
For a second, he wished he had Claire's ability -- but he didn’t want to dwell.
Because if he dwelled on her ability, he'd dwell on her. When Heidi, all those years ago, had asked if he wanted boys or girls, his reply had been "boys". At that time, he believed he’d already buried a little girl...
He shook his head. There he went, dwelling again. Ma had always said it was a trait he should have gotten rid of years ago, something his father hadn’t been able to shake, either.
Nathan glanced over at his shoulder, watching Parkman get into position. "You don't look so enthused," he said, just to fill in the awkward silence. Hands landed on his shoulders and he bent his knees to prepare for the extra weight.
"Never did this before," Parkman admitted with a grunt.
"What, did your..." Just in time, Nathan stopped himself but the other man gave a bitter laugh.
"You met the old man yourself, do you really think he bothered to do that?" And with that, Parkman was on Nathan's back and he was staggering around like a drunk, knees threatening to buckle and send the two men to the ground in a heap.
"Promise me one thing," he gasped, levitating off the ground by a foot.
"What?" Arms were locked tightly around his shoulders and Nathan secured Parkman's legs with his own arms.
"If my back gives out, I swear to god I'll make you my personal wheelchair pusher."
Parkman sighed and tapped Nathan on the shoulder. "Hi ho, silver."
"Oh shut up."
Word Count: 557
Rating: PG
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Nathan Petrelli, Matt Parkman
Spoilers: Takes place in the last episode of the second season -- there are no big spoilers but that's when it takes place.
Summery: The dynamic duo tries to figure out their next move.
Disclaimer: Not mine :)
Nathan stared up at Parkman and the telepath stared back. "So," he started, eying the other man. Parkman wasn’t obese or anything but he was a hefty man -- muscle layered over with fat from one too many take out dinners. And Nathan, well, Nathan used to spend too many nights hunched over a desk and legislation to worry about things like weight training.
Parkman coughed and stared up into the sky. "So," he copied. He seemed almost embarrassed at this point and he shuffled his feet on the ground like a kid. "How does this work?"
"How should I know? I don't normally go around carrying people." Unless it was Peter. Or someone trapped in a fire. But that didn’t count. "I'm only doing this because we don't have much time left, I'm not..."
"I know, I know. You're not a cargo jet." Parkman held up his hands and grimaced. "Fireman's carry?"
Just the thought of that made Nathan wince. "No."
"Carried in your arms?"
He thought about that one for less than a second. "Hell no."
"Dragged behind you?" Parkman offered sarcastically. Nathan grinned, just a little bit, looking more like a wild man than ever. Considering where they were going, he regretted that Parkman took away the shot gun.
"On my back?" Nathan finally offered after a moment of irritated silence. If he could move fast enough, he should be able to avoid either dropping the cop on his head or doing irreparable damage to his back.
They eyed each other again -- Parkman had a few inches on Nathan on top of the weight. This was not going to be a ride in the park. With a resigned sigh, Nathan turned to put his back to the other man.
For a second, he wished he had Claire's ability -- but he didn’t want to dwell.
Because if he dwelled on her ability, he'd dwell on her. When Heidi, all those years ago, had asked if he wanted boys or girls, his reply had been "boys". At that time, he believed he’d already buried a little girl...
He shook his head. There he went, dwelling again. Ma had always said it was a trait he should have gotten rid of years ago, something his father hadn’t been able to shake, either.
Nathan glanced over at his shoulder, watching Parkman get into position. "You don't look so enthused," he said, just to fill in the awkward silence. Hands landed on his shoulders and he bent his knees to prepare for the extra weight.
"Never did this before," Parkman admitted with a grunt.
"What, did your..." Just in time, Nathan stopped himself but the other man gave a bitter laugh.
"You met the old man yourself, do you really think he bothered to do that?" And with that, Parkman was on Nathan's back and he was staggering around like a drunk, knees threatening to buckle and send the two men to the ground in a heap.
"Promise me one thing," he gasped, levitating off the ground by a foot.
"What?" Arms were locked tightly around his shoulders and Nathan secured Parkman's legs with his own arms.
"If my back gives out, I swear to god I'll make you my personal wheelchair pusher."
Parkman sighed and tapped Nathan on the shoulder. "Hi ho, silver."
"Oh shut up."