Lunch Break (Heroes, G, Hiro, Nathan)
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selenakTitle: Lunch Break.
Disclaimer: All owned by NBC.
Spoilers: Until Godsend, with some foreshadowing but no spoilers for later events.
Summary: Missing scene during “Godsend”; Hiro introduces Nathan to waffles. Fluff with some angst.
Characters: Nathan Petrelli, Hiro Nakamura, Simone Deveaux.
Thanks to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kathyh, for beta-reading
Lunch Break
If there was one place Nathan Petrelli had not planned to revisit again, it was Isaac Mendez’ studio. But returning to the hospital only to find out one’s comatose brother had finally woken up and promptly run away made for a change of plan. It seemed likely Peter would come here; either to find his girlfriend, or because of the paintings, those paintings which seemed to embody the madness Nathan found himself engulfed in these recent weeks.
Those paintings which had caused Peter’s coma to begin with.
As it turned out, his guess was wrong. There was no sign of Peter, and upon hearing he had woken up, Simone Deveaux at once launched a series of whys and wherefores which Nathan had neither the ability nor the inclination to answer. He wasn’t sure why Simone irritated him. All things considered, she was exactly the kind of girlfriend his mother always hoped Peter would have; beautiful, wealthy, with a father who was some sort of old acquaintance and the essence of respectability.
“Maybe he’s waiting at my home,” Simone said, and rushed out. Nathan wondered whether he should follow her, but on second thoughts decided it would probably be pointless. According to his mother, Peter had said he needed to “get away”; this sounded vague enough to include everybody and everyone in his life right now.
He almost hoped he would get another phonecall from a police station telling him his brother was under arrest. At least that would mean he knew where Peter was.
He wasn’t the only visitor in Mendez’ studio. Hiro Nakamura was still there, though it looked like he had been in the process of leaving when Nathan came back. During the terse exchange between Simone and Nathan, he had listened in silence. Now the small Japanese looked at Nathan, bit his lips and asked:
“You okay, Flying Man?”
They were alone, and Nathan didn’t bother to correct him this time. It was odd, being asked a question like that. It was odder not to mind the implication; the idea that Nathan was at less than his usual confident and self assurance exuding level.
“Sure,” he said automatically. “Where’s your friend?”
Ando, he was told, had discovered their car had a flat tire, and was currently looking for a garage which could fix it or sell them a new one so they could be on their way again.
“In Manhattan? They’ll let make you wait for a week at least. You should rent another car,” Nathan said. Hiro looked somewhat disconcerted.
“But is car from Mr. Isaac’s comics,” he insisted. “Car of destiny.”
Nathan thought, why the hell not? “On second thought, I haven’t done nearly enough for the garage owner vote,” he said, and made a phone call, only interrupting once to ask Hiro for the number of his friend’s mobile. As a result, Ando something or the other was directed to the mechanic who guaranteed to fix the tire of a Nissan Versa within the hour, courtesy of a generous fee, and promised he’d vote Petrelli in the elections. Hiro beamed at Nathan. He really was the most enthusiastic person Nathan had ever met. If he ever encountered Peter, the two would…
If. If Peter was around to be encountered. If Peter was around and in one piece.
“Did you have lunch yet?” Nathan asked Hiro abruptly.
Apparently, Hiro and his friend had already sampled the delights of New York fast food. “But,” Hiro said, “great responsibility requires great strength. You like waffles, Flying Man?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Nathan said, which was the truth, more or less. Waffles hadn’t made it on the list of approved menus in the Petrelli home, and as opposed to pizza, they weren’t used as campaign food, either. Hiro looked at him, pityingly, and apparently decided that Nathan needed to be educated in the ways of the waffle. They ended up at Max Brenner’s on Broadway, a mixture between café and chocolate shop which had Hiro push up his glasses and go into yet another hyper stage of enthusiasm. Some inner voice asked Nathan what a man who had spent more time in the hospital than in his campaign office or, for that matter, with his wife and children at home in the last two weeks was doing playing truant with a Japanese boyscout instead of getting back to his normal life and try to catch up with fourteen days of neglect. Another voice answered that he was tired and exhausted and, right now, truly sick of being Nathan Petrelli. Especially since Nathan Petrelli had managed to miss the one moment where his brother had needed him to be there, and was still four points behind in the polls.
Being thought of as something out of a comic book might be embarrassing, but it had an oddly liberating charm to it.
Hiro bought chocolate waffle balls as a takeaway for his friend, and brought back a tray with dark chocolate granita, served in a plastic cone, and thick, fresh waffles with chocolate sauce.
“Well, you certainly don’t believe in holding back. Enjoy your meal,” Nathan said, amused. Hiro shook his head.
“Oh, no. These for you.”
“For me?”
“Yes,” Hiro said, and nodded. He looked at Nathan, and though the eager enthusiasm was still there, there was something very serious in his gaze. “I told you. Great responsibility requires great strength. Big responsibility for you, Na-than. Go eat!”
There was a lot he could have said to this, most, if not all of it sarcastic. But he found himself looking at Hiro Nakamura and his round face with the far too open eyes inadequately protected by his glasses, and realizing that it had been a while, truly, since he had eaten something. Hospital food just wasn’t his style, and when he came home after checking up on the office before, it was usually too late for more than some yoghurt.
The taste of fresh waffles covered with chocolate should have been too sweet for him, but he found himself eating up every single bit while listening to Hiro’s chatter. Steadily improving English with Japanese fragments in between. Maybe it wasn’t Japanese, though. Maybe it was Klingon. Peter had gone through a Star Trek phase when he was 13 and 14 and had insisted on things like wishing Nathan “Qua’pla”. To this day, Nathan pretended he did not know what it meant.
“Why New York?” he asked in between bites.
“Why New York what?” Hiro asked back, confused.
“Why does this bomb thing happen in New York? As opposed to any other place in this country, let alone the world, that is. Did your trip to the future tell you that?”
“New York is city of superheroes and supervillains,” Hiro declared, not missing a beat. “Like Magneto, he destroy New York, though now is retconned. The Avengers, Spider-man, all live here. But not to worry. I save New York. You do, too.”
I must be insane, Nathan decided. I’m not having this conversation. Maybe Peter never woke up, either. Maybe I’m still at the hospital, and just caught up on some sleep.
While he was dreaming, there was still some chocolate granita left to be consumed.
“….and after,” Hiro said, gesticulating wildly, “after, we found league of superheroes. Have regular meetings to fight crime. New York best place for that, too.”
“No kidding.”
“We can meet here,” Hiro said, and looked around, taking in the orgies of chocolate decorations between creamy yellow walls and brown beams, eyes gleaming. “Best place for meeting.”
“Tell you what,” Nathan said, having finished the granita, too. “If you do save New York, and I do win the election, as you said, I’ll invite you for brunch here, and we’ll celebrate mutual victories.”
“I will be there, Na-than,” Hiro said earnestly. “I promise.”
It had not been more than an idle remark, but as with everything else he said during his encounters with this most unlikely of acquaintances, Nathan strongly suspected he actually meant it. Why not, after all. After the election, there would be time, a small window of time before the preparation for Congress would start, the meetings with lobbyists and other interested parties, the planning for the new term. Time enough for a meeting with – he wasn’t sure what to call Hiro Nakamura.
“Well,” he said. “Your car’s tire should be fixed by now, and your friend will be waiting. I’ll give you a lift to the garage.”
The driver of the taxi they took recognized Nathan and started into a rant on immigration laws, so Nathan made the appropriate non-committal and polite noises. Apparently, these weren’t enough for the taxi driver who sniffed and said: “I’m so voting for the other guy. At least he doesn’t hang out with Chinese business men even before the election. How many students do these guys have to shoot before losing the most favoured trade nation status anyway?”
“I am Japanese,” Hiro said politely.
“I hated Letters from Iwo Jima!” the taxi driver yelled back. “No offense.”
“Still want to save New York?” Nathan asked drily once they got out of the taxi.
“It is my destiny,” Hiro said, slightly confused, spotted his friend and the waiting Nissan Versa and waved excitedly. Then he took Nathan’s hand and shook it, a little longer and more enthusiastically than necessary, his other hand making an upwards motion.
“Thank you, Flying Man.”
“Just keep it… enjoy the trip, Hiro.”
Hiro walked towards his friend, then turned around again and held up the bag with the chocolate waffle balls.
“Brunch!” he called.
“The morning after”, Nathan called back, feeling strangely light hearted. “I’ll be there.”
Disclaimer: All owned by NBC.
Spoilers: Until Godsend, with some foreshadowing but no spoilers for later events.
Summary: Missing scene during “Godsend”; Hiro introduces Nathan to waffles. Fluff with some angst.
Characters: Nathan Petrelli, Hiro Nakamura, Simone Deveaux.
Thanks to:
kathyh, for beta-readingLunch Break
If there was one place Nathan Petrelli had not planned to revisit again, it was Isaac Mendez’ studio. But returning to the hospital only to find out one’s comatose brother had finally woken up and promptly run away made for a change of plan. It seemed likely Peter would come here; either to find his girlfriend, or because of the paintings, those paintings which seemed to embody the madness Nathan found himself engulfed in these recent weeks.
Those paintings which had caused Peter’s coma to begin with.
As it turned out, his guess was wrong. There was no sign of Peter, and upon hearing he had woken up, Simone Deveaux at once launched a series of whys and wherefores which Nathan had neither the ability nor the inclination to answer. He wasn’t sure why Simone irritated him. All things considered, she was exactly the kind of girlfriend his mother always hoped Peter would have; beautiful, wealthy, with a father who was some sort of old acquaintance and the essence of respectability.
“Maybe he’s waiting at my home,” Simone said, and rushed out. Nathan wondered whether he should follow her, but on second thoughts decided it would probably be pointless. According to his mother, Peter had said he needed to “get away”; this sounded vague enough to include everybody and everyone in his life right now.
He almost hoped he would get another phonecall from a police station telling him his brother was under arrest. At least that would mean he knew where Peter was.
He wasn’t the only visitor in Mendez’ studio. Hiro Nakamura was still there, though it looked like he had been in the process of leaving when Nathan came back. During the terse exchange between Simone and Nathan, he had listened in silence. Now the small Japanese looked at Nathan, bit his lips and asked:
“You okay, Flying Man?”
They were alone, and Nathan didn’t bother to correct him this time. It was odd, being asked a question like that. It was odder not to mind the implication; the idea that Nathan was at less than his usual confident and self assurance exuding level.
“Sure,” he said automatically. “Where’s your friend?”
Ando, he was told, had discovered their car had a flat tire, and was currently looking for a garage which could fix it or sell them a new one so they could be on their way again.
“In Manhattan? They’ll let make you wait for a week at least. You should rent another car,” Nathan said. Hiro looked somewhat disconcerted.
“But is car from Mr. Isaac’s comics,” he insisted. “Car of destiny.”
Nathan thought, why the hell not? “On second thought, I haven’t done nearly enough for the garage owner vote,” he said, and made a phone call, only interrupting once to ask Hiro for the number of his friend’s mobile. As a result, Ando something or the other was directed to the mechanic who guaranteed to fix the tire of a Nissan Versa within the hour, courtesy of a generous fee, and promised he’d vote Petrelli in the elections. Hiro beamed at Nathan. He really was the most enthusiastic person Nathan had ever met. If he ever encountered Peter, the two would…
If. If Peter was around to be encountered. If Peter was around and in one piece.
“Did you have lunch yet?” Nathan asked Hiro abruptly.
Apparently, Hiro and his friend had already sampled the delights of New York fast food. “But,” Hiro said, “great responsibility requires great strength. You like waffles, Flying Man?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Nathan said, which was the truth, more or less. Waffles hadn’t made it on the list of approved menus in the Petrelli home, and as opposed to pizza, they weren’t used as campaign food, either. Hiro looked at him, pityingly, and apparently decided that Nathan needed to be educated in the ways of the waffle. They ended up at Max Brenner’s on Broadway, a mixture between café and chocolate shop which had Hiro push up his glasses and go into yet another hyper stage of enthusiasm. Some inner voice asked Nathan what a man who had spent more time in the hospital than in his campaign office or, for that matter, with his wife and children at home in the last two weeks was doing playing truant with a Japanese boyscout instead of getting back to his normal life and try to catch up with fourteen days of neglect. Another voice answered that he was tired and exhausted and, right now, truly sick of being Nathan Petrelli. Especially since Nathan Petrelli had managed to miss the one moment where his brother had needed him to be there, and was still four points behind in the polls.
Being thought of as something out of a comic book might be embarrassing, but it had an oddly liberating charm to it.
Hiro bought chocolate waffle balls as a takeaway for his friend, and brought back a tray with dark chocolate granita, served in a plastic cone, and thick, fresh waffles with chocolate sauce.
“Well, you certainly don’t believe in holding back. Enjoy your meal,” Nathan said, amused. Hiro shook his head.
“Oh, no. These for you.”
“For me?”
“Yes,” Hiro said, and nodded. He looked at Nathan, and though the eager enthusiasm was still there, there was something very serious in his gaze. “I told you. Great responsibility requires great strength. Big responsibility for you, Na-than. Go eat!”
There was a lot he could have said to this, most, if not all of it sarcastic. But he found himself looking at Hiro Nakamura and his round face with the far too open eyes inadequately protected by his glasses, and realizing that it had been a while, truly, since he had eaten something. Hospital food just wasn’t his style, and when he came home after checking up on the office before, it was usually too late for more than some yoghurt.
The taste of fresh waffles covered with chocolate should have been too sweet for him, but he found himself eating up every single bit while listening to Hiro’s chatter. Steadily improving English with Japanese fragments in between. Maybe it wasn’t Japanese, though. Maybe it was Klingon. Peter had gone through a Star Trek phase when he was 13 and 14 and had insisted on things like wishing Nathan “Qua’pla”. To this day, Nathan pretended he did not know what it meant.
“Why New York?” he asked in between bites.
“Why New York what?” Hiro asked back, confused.
“Why does this bomb thing happen in New York? As opposed to any other place in this country, let alone the world, that is. Did your trip to the future tell you that?”
“New York is city of superheroes and supervillains,” Hiro declared, not missing a beat. “Like Magneto, he destroy New York, though now is retconned. The Avengers, Spider-man, all live here. But not to worry. I save New York. You do, too.”
I must be insane, Nathan decided. I’m not having this conversation. Maybe Peter never woke up, either. Maybe I’m still at the hospital, and just caught up on some sleep.
While he was dreaming, there was still some chocolate granita left to be consumed.
“….and after,” Hiro said, gesticulating wildly, “after, we found league of superheroes. Have regular meetings to fight crime. New York best place for that, too.”
“No kidding.”
“We can meet here,” Hiro said, and looked around, taking in the orgies of chocolate decorations between creamy yellow walls and brown beams, eyes gleaming. “Best place for meeting.”
“Tell you what,” Nathan said, having finished the granita, too. “If you do save New York, and I do win the election, as you said, I’ll invite you for brunch here, and we’ll celebrate mutual victories.”
“I will be there, Na-than,” Hiro said earnestly. “I promise.”
It had not been more than an idle remark, but as with everything else he said during his encounters with this most unlikely of acquaintances, Nathan strongly suspected he actually meant it. Why not, after all. After the election, there would be time, a small window of time before the preparation for Congress would start, the meetings with lobbyists and other interested parties, the planning for the new term. Time enough for a meeting with – he wasn’t sure what to call Hiro Nakamura.
“Well,” he said. “Your car’s tire should be fixed by now, and your friend will be waiting. I’ll give you a lift to the garage.”
The driver of the taxi they took recognized Nathan and started into a rant on immigration laws, so Nathan made the appropriate non-committal and polite noises. Apparently, these weren’t enough for the taxi driver who sniffed and said: “I’m so voting for the other guy. At least he doesn’t hang out with Chinese business men even before the election. How many students do these guys have to shoot before losing the most favoured trade nation status anyway?”
“I am Japanese,” Hiro said politely.
“I hated Letters from Iwo Jima!” the taxi driver yelled back. “No offense.”
“Still want to save New York?” Nathan asked drily once they got out of the taxi.
“It is my destiny,” Hiro said, slightly confused, spotted his friend and the waiting Nissan Versa and waved excitedly. Then he took Nathan’s hand and shook it, a little longer and more enthusiastically than necessary, his other hand making an upwards motion.
“Thank you, Flying Man.”
“Just keep it… enjoy the trip, Hiro.”
Hiro walked towards his friend, then turned around again and held up the bag with the chocolate waffle balls.
“Brunch!” he called.
“The morning after”, Nathan called back, feeling strangely light hearted. “I’ll be there.”
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Date: 2007-05-27 11:13 pm (UTC)This is a strangely compelling story, and neiother character act too strangely or in a way I couldn't imagine on screen. I could see this happening on the show.
Now I have to go have some waffles.
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Date: 2007-05-28 03:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-27 11:16 pm (UTC)(Very sweet.)
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Date: 2007-05-27 11:34 pm (UTC)1) I loved how Nathan manages to connect with *Hiro*, of all people--the hero whom he probably has the fewest things in common with. I think a lot of that has to do with the fact that for Nathan, Hiro is Peter without the emotional baggage--all innocent idealism and hope without any of the co-dependence and Petrelli family drama. In a way, it makes sense that he would be drawn to Hiro.
2) I think Peter is there, throughout this fic, even though he's in a coma--he's there in every line and thought concerning Nathan, ever-present in Nathan's mind. Nice and subtle.
3) He wasn’t sure why Simone irritated him. All things considered, she was exactly the kind of girlfriend his mother always hoped Peter would have; beautiful, wealthy, with a father who was some sort of old acquaintance and the essence of respectability.
Ah yes. The hospital bedside scene in "Godsend" perfectly illustrated Nathan's possessiveness of Peter--all of his gestures and words around Simone scream, "Peter's mine." No wonder she irritates him.
4) Hiro beamed at Nathan. He really was the most enthusiastic person Nathan had ever met. If he ever encountered Peter, the two would…
I'm sad that the show never got to explore Peter and Hiro meeting before they lost their innocence. I can just imagine them driving Nathan completely *insane*. It would have been great. Maybe there's still hope for next season, though.
5) “New York is city of superheroes and supervillains,” Hiro declared, not missing a beat. “Like Magneto, he destroy New York, though now is retconned."
This made me laugh so hard. I can totally believe that "retcon," "spoiler," "fanwank," and "ship" would be a part of Hiro's vocabulary even before he came to America.
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Date: 2007-05-27 11:43 pm (UTC)I'm sad that the show never got to explore Peter and Hiro meeting before they lost their innocence. I can just imagine them driving Nathan completely *insane*. It would have been great. Maybe there's still hope for next season, though.
*le sigh*
Now woulnd't that be something. bet we only see it in fanfic though, don't expect they'll give too much screen time to fluff with the other big bad out there.
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Date: 2007-05-27 11:35 pm (UTC)And yahoo! Waffles! Best I ever had was from a street vendor on the Champs-Élysées in Paris. /swoons/
(And OMG could this font be any smaller? LOL! I think I need super-vision to read what I am typing!)
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Date: 2007-05-28 04:01 am (UTC)It so should.
Best I ever had was from a street vendor on the Champs-Élysées in Paris.
*votes for Café Angelina, also in Paris, near the Louvre*
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Date: 2007-05-28 12:07 am (UTC)This part just killed me. So adorable. And a nice reminder that Nathan is not a complete jerk, that he used to indulge his baby brother (I doubt Ma and Pa Petrelli put up with Klingon for two seconds) even when it was stupid stuff.
“New York is city of superheroes and supervillains,” Hiro declared, not missing a beat. “Like Magneto, he destroy New York, though now is retconned. The Avengers, Spider-man, all live here. But not to worry. I save New York. You do, too.”
I must be insane, Nathan decided. I’m not having this conversation. Maybe Peter never woke up, either. Maybe I’m still at the hospital, and just caught up on some sleep.
While he was dreaming, there was still some chocolate granita left to be consumed.
“….and after,” Hiro said, gesticulating wildly, “after, we found league of superheroes. Have regular meetings to fight crime. New York best place for that, too.”
“No kidding.”
“We can meet here,” Hiro said, and looked around, taking in the orgies of chocolate decorations between creamy yellow walls and brown beams, eyes gleaming. “Best place for meeting.”
I was trying to pick a few sentences out of the above fragment and couldn't choose. This whole passage is great. Vintage Hiro.
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Date: 2007-05-28 04:53 am (UTC)Oh, Nathan shows up early in the morning in alleys after getting a phone call from his younger brother, tells one night stands who might very well have been involved in an attempted kidnapping, definitely were involved in a blackmail scheme and who angst at him about wanting to be good that they are beautiful, strong and good people the morning after as opposed to, you know, getting even the slightest bit angry, gives Japanese strangers rides and smuggles them into security areas because they want to steal swords. He's got a non-jerk side, to be sure.
As for how Ma and Pa Petrelli handled Peter's Klingon phase: there was the thing with the posters which Peter put up everywhere in his room in the hope Dad would notice, forbid it and have a row with him about them. But Dad never came to his room; if there was a paternal talk, Peter got summoned to the study. So there was no row about the posters. His mother didn't comment negatively, either, she didn't comment at all, but a few weeks later, the posters had magically disappeared, and Angela said casually "Oh, Peter, dear, I had Consuelo clean up your room".
Nathan rolled his eyes about the whole poster thing, but he got him an autograph from Michael Dorn.
Re: Hiro - he's such a joy to watch, and I was somewhat anxious whether I could do him justice, so I'm glad it worked!
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Date: 2007-05-28 01:06 am (UTC)Hiro Nakamura and his round face with the far too open eyes inadequately protected by his glasses
That is so very Hiro, as is all his dialogue. He's right: NY is a city of super-heroes. :-)
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Date: 2007-05-28 04:05 am (UTC)I did go for a lump in the throat effect there, admittedly. But I firmly believe that if Nathan is alive, Hiro upon returning from ancient Japan will find out how things went down at Kirby Plaza and will drag Nathan to Brenner's first thing.
That is so very Hiro, as is all his dialogue.
Hiro is such a joy to watch that I was very anxious whether I could do him justice!
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Date: 2007-05-28 04:05 am (UTC)Thank you. It was fun to write!
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Date: 2007-05-28 01:59 am (UTC)Thank you for this fic! ♥
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Date: 2007-05-28 04:07 am (UTC)Me too. Once he's back from the past, Hiro must find out what happened at Kirby Plaza and then they must reunite!
'Thank you for the feedback...
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Date: 2007-05-28 04:41 am (UTC)(You should really post this over at
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Date: 2007-05-28 05:58 am (UTC)(Also, courtesy of
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Date: 2007-05-28 09:47 am (UTC)Seriously, all road seem to lead to this journal and your wonderful writing! Not that I'm complaining, because awesome Heroes fic is a commodity meant to be treasured.
I loved everything about this - the fact that you captured Nathan's inherent goodness and his willingness to actually hang out with Hiro, as opposed to patronise or humour him. We don't get enough of big brother Nathan in the show, but I can see him here with the Klingon comment and the call to save the 'car of destiny' (a name I absolutely love, by the way).
Thank you for giving Nathan the characterisation he deserves, and Hiro was wonderfully realised as well. I'm memming this and looking forward to your next Heroes endeavour. :)
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Date: 2007-05-28 11:01 am (UTC)Thanks for the feedback; I hope the Heroes muses will continue to talk to me!
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Date: 2007-05-28 02:29 pm (UTC)Win.
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Date: 2007-05-28 03:12 pm (UTC)Also, I love your icon.
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Date: 2007-06-24 03:25 am (UTC)This is adorable, just like their interactions on the show. I love the idea of Nathan taking a little time out with Hiro, and of course Hiro wants to form a league of superheroes and fight crime.
Naturally, this was my favourite line:
"Like Magneto, he destroy New York, though now is retconned."
*dies laughing*
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Date: 2007-06-24 04:37 am (UTC)Anyway, glad you like. I wrote some pretty angsty and twisted stuff just before that, and who'd better to relax with from twistedness than Hiro 'n Nathan?
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Date: 2007-10-09 02:37 pm (UTC)You know there's now a Pratchett fan campaign to get Masi Ohta cast as Twoflower if it's ever possible?
Thank you, and...
Date: 2007-10-09 03:20 pm (UTC)Re: Thank you, and...
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Date: 2007-10-10 05:53 am (UTC)Fanfic: I've written plenty. For more Nathan and Hiro interaction, see this one (which has four parts):
http://selenak.livejournal.com/324607.html
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