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The clouds shall be our building blocks by BlackEyedGirl (PG13)
Fandom: HEROES
Pairing: Gen - Peter, Nathan, Ensemble
Length: 10,600
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black_eyedgirl
Author Website: Author's FF.net profile and fic list
Why this must be read: Because government control and experiments with superpowers can end badly in so many different ways. Drugs, implants, imprisonment and drafted laws. Matt and Nathan are only two of those unlucky enough to get caught; while Peter, Sylar and sundry others are on the outside - hiding, fighting and breaking them out. Threading between the now of the escape and aftermath, the time before shows not just Peter and Nathan, but the builds up shifts in the world around them,
Nathan's definitely his hope-constrained, sceptical self - but the joy in regaining his flight is just. And Peter - struggling and growing with the leadership role with which he's ended up, but still looking to Nathan. The characters feel and sound like themselves throughout the ensemble. There's a great feel of extended alliances and strange bedfellows amongst the resistance - partically the Peter and Sylar tension - that the persecution and danger really seems a real, national effect.
And yet there is still banter, cool action sequences and the sense that maybe things still can turn out okay.
Nathan blinks, and Peter is at the wall with one hand on the man’s throat. Peter’s voice is quiet - not cold but unhappy. “You hurt my brother.” Like it’s the one solid truth in the world, a gaping wound he doesn’t know how to heal. Peter says, “I can see your thoughts.”
Matt’s never been clear on how accurate the telepathy is. Nathan always thought it was hearing conscious thoughts, not dragging through stray memory. But Peter’s hand tightens as though he sees it all. The chain tethering Nathan’s ankles to the centre of the floor. The electric jolts forcing him into involuntary take-off. The jab of drugs from the implant to bring him crashing down, testing how quickly they could make him fall. By the end it worked fast enough that he was barely off the ground, and they started letting him get farther anyway; he’d fractured his left ankle a month ago.
Peter looks like he sees it all. He repeats the words, “You hurt my brother.” He thinks. “I could leave you for Sylar.”
The clouds shall be our building blocks
Pairing: Gen - Peter, Nathan, Ensemble
Length: 10,600
Author on LJ:
black_eyedgirlAuthor Website: Author's FF.net profile and fic list
Why this must be read: Because government control and experiments with superpowers can end badly in so many different ways. Drugs, implants, imprisonment and drafted laws. Matt and Nathan are only two of those unlucky enough to get caught; while Peter, Sylar and sundry others are on the outside - hiding, fighting and breaking them out. Threading between the now of the escape and aftermath, the time before shows not just Peter and Nathan, but the builds up shifts in the world around them,
Nathan's definitely his hope-constrained, sceptical self - but the joy in regaining his flight is just. And Peter - struggling and growing with the leadership role with which he's ended up, but still looking to Nathan. The characters feel and sound like themselves throughout the ensemble. There's a great feel of extended alliances and strange bedfellows amongst the resistance - partically the Peter and Sylar tension - that the persecution and danger really seems a real, national effect.
And yet there is still banter, cool action sequences and the sense that maybe things still can turn out okay.
Nathan blinks, and Peter is at the wall with one hand on the man’s throat. Peter’s voice is quiet - not cold but unhappy. “You hurt my brother.” Like it’s the one solid truth in the world, a gaping wound he doesn’t know how to heal. Peter says, “I can see your thoughts.”
Matt’s never been clear on how accurate the telepathy is. Nathan always thought it was hearing conscious thoughts, not dragging through stray memory. But Peter’s hand tightens as though he sees it all. The chain tethering Nathan’s ankles to the centre of the floor. The electric jolts forcing him into involuntary take-off. The jab of drugs from the implant to bring him crashing down, testing how quickly they could make him fall. By the end it worked fast enough that he was barely off the ground, and they started letting him get farther anyway; he’d fractured his left ankle a month ago.
Peter looks like he sees it all. He repeats the words, “You hurt my brother.” He thinks. “I could leave you for Sylar.”
The clouds shall be our building blocks