Fic: Fugue State
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brighteyedjillTitle: Fugue State
Rating: PG-13 for violence,
Warnings: Spoilers through “Four Months Ago”
Summary: Everything seems a little unreal for Niki after what happened in LA.
Author’s Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
heroes_las Round 1, Challenge 6: Niki Sanders.
The blood is warm when it spatters her. Niki has had blood on her before, but she’s forgotten how warm it is, sticky-hot and full of life. Life is suddenly bleeding out of D.L. all over the stairs. Kneeling beside him, she wants to make a joke about how he should stop getting shot—what has it been, four times now?—but she puts her hand on his stomach where the hole is, with red pouring out of it, and she can’t make a joke. Instead, she’s saying, “It’s okay, baby. We’re going to get you help.”
Even as Niki says it, she knows it’s different this time. D.L.’s eyes are blank, staring and not seeing her. This isn’t getting shot in the arm and wrapping it up in a dirty t-shirt. This isn’t even biting her nails off in the waiting room during surgery. D.L. is not dying, he’s dead. He’s gone.
***************
Niki answers the cop’s questions without looking at him. Yes, she’d been with that guy earlier. No, D.L. hadn’t done anything to provoke him. No, she doesn’t remember doing any drugs. She feels high, though. Everything in the police station is bright and painful.
When her phone rings, it’s shrill, a whining chirp. She stares at the glittery pink purse she didn’t own yesterday, digs the phone out of it, reads the caller ID. She lets it ring.
“You gonna get that?” the cop asks.
“It’s my son,” she says, as if that answers the question. He keeps looking at her, so she flips open the phone, says nothing.
After a second, Micah says, “Mom?”
“Yeah.” Easy words. Hollow words. “I’m here, baby.”
“What’s going on? I saw the note on your mirror.” He sounds scared. “Where’s Dad?”
“I’ll be home soon,” Niki says. Her voice is falsely high, diamond bright and bubbly. It’s a voice she doesn’t recognize. She wonders if Gina talks like that.
“You’re lying. I can tell,” he says. Niki knows that tone. It must be disappointment. “What’s happening?”
“Micah,” she says, as if saying his name will keep him from discovering the truth.
“Mom. Tell me what happened. I can get on the internet and find out, you know.”
“I can’t,” she says. There’s no mother in her right now. There’s nothing in her.
“Fine.” And he hangs up.
***************
She takes the bus back to Vegas. It’s ten in the morning when she gets home, and Micah meets her at the door. He should be in school, she realizes dimly. Micah looks at her with something like hate and retreats to his room. He doesn’t speak to her.
Somehow funeral plans emerge. The body is transported from the morgue in LA. The service is scheduled. The rest of D.L.’s family is notified. It takes Niki a few days to realize that Micah’s the one doing all the planning.
Niki lets him do it, is glad to let him do it. She sits in her bedroom holding D.L.’s fire helmet. She covers up the mirrors, not because she is afraid of Jessica or Gina, but because she can’t bear to look at herself right now. If she caught her reflection, she’d want to claw at it, shatter it, scream, “Weak,” and “Stupid,” and “Selfish.”
At the funeral she barely talks. There’s nothing she wants to say. Maybe to Micah. Maybe she wants to say she’s sorry, but that’s not the right thing to say, and she knows she’s not ready even if it was the right thing.
The family wants to help her, and she wants to scream at D.L.’s nana for being so kind. She wants to say, “Don’t you know I killed your boy?” and “Please hate me like I deserve.” Instead, she follows the Dawsons out onto the porch, and that’s where she sees Bob.
He’s standing in the driveway like he’s just another mourner come with casserole and platitudes. He nods to her, though, and there’s understanding in his eyes. Niki feels relief: thank god, at last, there’s someone who knows how guilty she is. Someone who understands how this is all her fault.
He’d warned her. Bob had told her what would happen. “You’ve been through so much for your family. Do you really want to risk losing them all again?”
Bob stands beside her on the porch and follows her gaze out into the sunny street. “Are you ready now?” he asks.
Niki nods, and she feels awake for the first time since the spray of D.L.’s blood covered her face. She says, “Just tell me what I have to do.”
Rating: PG-13 for violence,
Warnings: Spoilers through “Four Months Ago”
Summary: Everything seems a little unreal for Niki after what happened in LA.
Author’s Note: Written for
heroes_las Round 1, Challenge 6: Niki Sanders. The blood is warm when it spatters her. Niki has had blood on her before, but she’s forgotten how warm it is, sticky-hot and full of life. Life is suddenly bleeding out of D.L. all over the stairs. Kneeling beside him, she wants to make a joke about how he should stop getting shot—what has it been, four times now?—but she puts her hand on his stomach where the hole is, with red pouring out of it, and she can’t make a joke. Instead, she’s saying, “It’s okay, baby. We’re going to get you help.”
Even as Niki says it, she knows it’s different this time. D.L.’s eyes are blank, staring and not seeing her. This isn’t getting shot in the arm and wrapping it up in a dirty t-shirt. This isn’t even biting her nails off in the waiting room during surgery. D.L. is not dying, he’s dead. He’s gone.
***************
Niki answers the cop’s questions without looking at him. Yes, she’d been with that guy earlier. No, D.L. hadn’t done anything to provoke him. No, she doesn’t remember doing any drugs. She feels high, though. Everything in the police station is bright and painful.
When her phone rings, it’s shrill, a whining chirp. She stares at the glittery pink purse she didn’t own yesterday, digs the phone out of it, reads the caller ID. She lets it ring.
“You gonna get that?” the cop asks.
“It’s my son,” she says, as if that answers the question. He keeps looking at her, so she flips open the phone, says nothing.
After a second, Micah says, “Mom?”
“Yeah.” Easy words. Hollow words. “I’m here, baby.”
“What’s going on? I saw the note on your mirror.” He sounds scared. “Where’s Dad?”
“I’ll be home soon,” Niki says. Her voice is falsely high, diamond bright and bubbly. It’s a voice she doesn’t recognize. She wonders if Gina talks like that.
“You’re lying. I can tell,” he says. Niki knows that tone. It must be disappointment. “What’s happening?”
“Micah,” she says, as if saying his name will keep him from discovering the truth.
“Mom. Tell me what happened. I can get on the internet and find out, you know.”
“I can’t,” she says. There’s no mother in her right now. There’s nothing in her.
“Fine.” And he hangs up.
***************
She takes the bus back to Vegas. It’s ten in the morning when she gets home, and Micah meets her at the door. He should be in school, she realizes dimly. Micah looks at her with something like hate and retreats to his room. He doesn’t speak to her.
Somehow funeral plans emerge. The body is transported from the morgue in LA. The service is scheduled. The rest of D.L.’s family is notified. It takes Niki a few days to realize that Micah’s the one doing all the planning.
Niki lets him do it, is glad to let him do it. She sits in her bedroom holding D.L.’s fire helmet. She covers up the mirrors, not because she is afraid of Jessica or Gina, but because she can’t bear to look at herself right now. If she caught her reflection, she’d want to claw at it, shatter it, scream, “Weak,” and “Stupid,” and “Selfish.”
At the funeral she barely talks. There’s nothing she wants to say. Maybe to Micah. Maybe she wants to say she’s sorry, but that’s not the right thing to say, and she knows she’s not ready even if it was the right thing.
The family wants to help her, and she wants to scream at D.L.’s nana for being so kind. She wants to say, “Don’t you know I killed your boy?” and “Please hate me like I deserve.” Instead, she follows the Dawsons out onto the porch, and that’s where she sees Bob.
He’s standing in the driveway like he’s just another mourner come with casserole and platitudes. He nods to her, though, and there’s understanding in his eyes. Niki feels relief: thank god, at last, there’s someone who knows how guilty she is. Someone who understands how this is all her fault.
He’d warned her. Bob had told her what would happen. “You’ve been through so much for your family. Do you really want to risk losing them all again?”
Bob stands beside her on the porch and follows her gaze out into the sunny street. “Are you ready now?” he asks.
Niki nods, and she feels awake for the first time since the spray of D.L.’s blood covered her face. She says, “Just tell me what I have to do.”
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Date: 2007-12-20 01:20 pm (UTC)Excellent job!
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Date: 2007-12-21 05:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-14 07:58 pm (UTC)Well done!
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Date: 2009-06-27 02:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 05:21 am (UTC)Kneeling beside him, she wants to make a joke about how he should stop getting shot—what has it been, four times now?—but she puts her hand on his stomach where the hole is, with red pouring out of it, and she can’t make a joke
I think in really horrible moments, everyone has the urge to try to lighten up the mood somehow or another, even though there's really no way to do so. Joking is a defense mechanism, and with her husband dying, I could see Niki trying to cling to whatever she could.
I also really loved this part too:
He’s standing in the driveway like he’s just another mourner come with casserole and platitudes. He nods to her, though, and there’s understanding in his eyes. Niki feels relief: thank god, at last, there’s someone who knows how guilty she is. Someone who understands how this is all her fault.
I could see Niki thinking like this. Poor thing. No matter how hard she tried, nothing in life seemed to ever work out for her. She was such a tragic figure in so many ways.
This was lovely snippet inbetween what we saw in the series. I really enjoyed this.
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Date: 2009-06-27 02:16 am (UTC)And yeah, I agree that this whole experience is so surreal to Niki, especially after all she's already been through, what with the trauma of her powers surfacing, the meds she's been taking/not taking, and so on. Just can't get a break... Anyway, thanks for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2010-08-26 03:22 am (UTC)This fic was nominated at the Summer 2010 Fanfiction Awards (http://community.livejournal.com/heroes_faves/24540.html), hosted by
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Date: 2010-10-05 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-27 05:18 pm (UTC)But as I read this, I actually started to realize how horrible the whole situation was and I felt so bad for D.L., Niki, and Micah. Man, I really wish they'd gotten a happy ending sendoff! Anyway, the end of this gave me a sense of optimism and hope for Niki, even though we know what happened to her later on. Why, Kring, whyyyy? //rages
This is lovely, gutting, and intense all at the same time. *Adds to memories*
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