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Ordinary Boy by saestina (PG)
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Lyle, Claire, Nathan, Peter, Angela
Length: 3526
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saestina
Author Website: Fan Fiction Index
Why this must be read: It is rare that we get to see a story told from one of the lesser known characters in Heroes fandom, and in this fic the author gives Lyle Bennet a voice that is witty, real, and full of character. Through his eyes we get to know Claire as a sister and the Petrelli's as a family full of dysfunction, but still a family nonetheless.
Breakfast the next morning is the most surreal affair so far. At home, Lyle would stumble down in his pajamas and eat as much as he could before his mother shooed him upstairs to get dressed for school. But he doesn’t feel like he can leave this new bedroom in his pajamas, like it isn’t proper or something, so he takes a shower and combs his hair and puts on a button-down shirt before he dares to venture downstairs.
He’s glad he did, because when he gets to the dining room table, where a luxurious spread is laid out, everyone else is fully clothed too, Nathan in a suit, Angela in pearls.
Lyle slides into the open seat next to Claire, who’s toying with a piece of fruit on a plate. She glances up at him and gives him a crooked smile before going back to pushing the slice of melon around.
Angela and Nathan don’t seem to notice he’s entered the room; she continues to sip from a coffee cup as she watches something happening on the street outside the window, while Nathan has his head buried in the Wall Street Journal. Peter Petrelli, who he met last night after he and Claire finally came back into the house, is the only one who speaks, smiling over at him and saying good morning.
It takes Lyle a minute of fiddling with linen napkins and silverware - wincing as he knocks his fork against the plate, the sound unnaturally loud in the stillness of the room - to realize that no one is eating.
Ordinary Boy
Characters: Lyle, Claire, Nathan, Peter, Angela
Length: 3526
Author on LJ:
saestinaAuthor Website: Fan Fiction Index
Why this must be read: It is rare that we get to see a story told from one of the lesser known characters in Heroes fandom, and in this fic the author gives Lyle Bennet a voice that is witty, real, and full of character. Through his eyes we get to know Claire as a sister and the Petrelli's as a family full of dysfunction, but still a family nonetheless.
Breakfast the next morning is the most surreal affair so far. At home, Lyle would stumble down in his pajamas and eat as much as he could before his mother shooed him upstairs to get dressed for school. But he doesn’t feel like he can leave this new bedroom in his pajamas, like it isn’t proper or something, so he takes a shower and combs his hair and puts on a button-down shirt before he dares to venture downstairs.
He’s glad he did, because when he gets to the dining room table, where a luxurious spread is laid out, everyone else is fully clothed too, Nathan in a suit, Angela in pearls.
Lyle slides into the open seat next to Claire, who’s toying with a piece of fruit on a plate. She glances up at him and gives him a crooked smile before going back to pushing the slice of melon around.
Angela and Nathan don’t seem to notice he’s entered the room; she continues to sip from a coffee cup as she watches something happening on the street outside the window, while Nathan has his head buried in the Wall Street Journal. Peter Petrelli, who he met last night after he and Claire finally came back into the house, is the only one who speaks, smiling over at him and saying good morning.
It takes Lyle a minute of fiddling with linen napkins and silverware - wincing as he knocks his fork against the plate, the sound unnaturally loud in the stillness of the room - to realize that no one is eating.
Ordinary Boy