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09 June 2008 @ 09:15 pm
[fanfic] Parenting  
For heroes_contest.

Title: Parenting
Author: tiptoe39
Rating: PG
Characters: The Original 12
Words: 1,066
Summary: In a way, the Company was their child.

They each had their own idea of what it meant when they created the Company. But it was Adam who gave it a unifying theme, and a voice. "We're creating a better world for our children," he said.

In a way, the Company was their child. They nurtured it, fed into it from their personal fortunes, picked only the best of companions to join its ranks and protected it at all costs from those who would see it destroyed. And in a way, they were the children of the Company; when one of them rebelled, they acted swiftly to protect themselves and their own legacies, like squabbling siblings blaming each other for a broken vase.

But it was when they had children of their own that Adam's words started to really make sense.

It was when Maury understood what he could do to his little boy that he left. He hadn't realized until three a.m. that the figurative coals he'd raked his wife over had translated themselves into literal ones in Matt's dreams. He saw the boy struggling beneath the covers, coughing, trying to draw breath, crying out, and when he'd raised a hand and Maury had seen the very real burns on his skin, he'd known without a doubt that he could never live with this boy. So he left. Devoted himself to the Company full-time. It was his way of being a parent. He'd create a better world for his son, even if doing so meant he'd never be there to see it.

Charles dreamed, and in his dreams he soared farther into the future than he'd ever wanted to go. He saw his dying days. He saw his beautiful girl grow to a beautiful woman, and he saw her love and lose and suffer and die, and then he saw what she would not live to suffer through. Better, he supposed, that she should die from having been too loved. And had it not been for her death, perhaps, the young man who had yet to be born, the one who loved her so, would never have a chance to stop what was coming. So he let fate take its toll, glad that he would not be around to witness it coming to pass. This was how he could parent his doomed child best. Because there is doom and then there is despair, and she would never know the latter.

Carlos dreamed, too, and he spread his dreams out on paper and watched them become reality. He dreamed of a son who would dream in images and live in paint, like him. Whose future would be spread out before him wide and far-reaching. And when he drew him, when Magdalena told him the next day that she was pregnant, he laughed. And so did she. And they named him Isaac, for the baby who made his mother laugh by his sudden arrival in the Bible. He drew the baby as a boy, he drew him grown up. And one day he drew him while drunk, and he fell asleep and discovered he'd drawn a straight line where his boy's head should be. As though his head had been lopped off halfway. And Carlos hanged himself, because he knew he'd made reality from his pictures. He knew he'd killed his own son, and such a parent should not continue to exist. At least the boy had been smiling in death. Carlos was not so beautiful.

Arthur and Angela couldn't afford the luxury of dreams. They'd been hardened by pain and loss, and with all her power, Angela could not make her husband's sterility unhappen. She could not persuade herself that Nathan would not be her only son. Barren and bare, she swore to give her boy, her one chance at the future, every opportunity. He would grow up to rule the world. That was how she resolved to create a better world for her child-- to create a world that was for her child. It was all she could do. She couldn't speak of what had happened.

But Arthur spoke to Daniel of the lightning storm he'd mustered up to drive off the monstrous typhoon, and how the electricity had coursed through his body and destroyed all hope he'd ever had of fathering another child. And Daniel had taken pity on him, and healed him, and Arthur ignored his wife's manifest unfaithfulness and gave her that child. Angela could never quite believe Peter existed, but Arthur doted on him. He could still be a parent, after all that. And Daniel imagined himself a parent, too, in a way. Until he learned what his darling son was fated to do. And still Daniel imagined himself a parent, for he would father a new age of humanity.

But there was Kaito, and Kaito knew himself to be nothing but a father of a daughter and a son. And Kaito did not trust women, and when he heard Angela and Charles and Daniel plotting and planning, he knew he would stay no longer with this Company he had helped father. He took his boy far away, and taught him legends of samurai heroes who did what was right. So his son became a typical eggheaded otaku type. Very well. Better he should be pure. This was how Kaito knew best how to raise a son.

Bob cared nothing for purity. He was an alchemist, and his desire was to see what mind-boggling creations he could produce, if he were just to tweak nature just a tad. That's all he did, really, was tweak. It was others who saw that as, by turns, management and manipulation. Thus, he didn't consider himself a parent, just a tweaker. Thus when baby Elle electrified the kitchen sink and her mother became a pile of cinders, Bob saw only the opportunity. He lined her veins with steel and her muscles with copper, and watched her conduct more and more electricity, and he taught her to love the Company as the mother she didn't remember. And the formidable machine he created made him the proudest of parents, nonetheless.

And quietly, in the background, Rose Dawson saw and memorized it all. And when her granddaughter became what she had been but greater, she knew the time was near when she would have to be the parent to all of them, and mete out discipline.

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The Art of Feeling Stickykethni on June 10th, 2008 05:28 am (UTC)
Ooh, shivery and awesome.
A Troop of Rogue Trained Monkeys from LJ's Search: Bondhanuueshe on June 10th, 2008 01:17 pm (UTC)
Ooo... I love the idea of Carlos' power, and Maury's idea of parenting was creepy beyond belief. Bob's idea seems very true to me, I always imained this is what made Elle the person she is today.
g0shawk: Mohinder xoxog0shawk on June 10th, 2008 09:26 pm (UTC)
Wow. So creepy. You write so well!
00smut on June 12th, 2008 03:05 am (UTC)
Honey, this is fantastic. I like how you break it down, showing the intentions of each of the "parents", but we all know what intentions turn into. Fabulous.
bellonablack on June 13th, 2008 06:42 am (UTC)
Wow. This was fantastic. :-) You have very evocative language. You definitely go an emotional response from me, I liked these characters full-fold <3

silver_x_cross: Heroes Bad boys! Sylar/Adam helixsilver_x_cross on June 20th, 2008 02:16 pm (UTC)
This is gorgeous. I love the way they all view their children so differently.

My favourites were Charles, Carlos and Bob. I think you captured the philosophical way Charles viewed things beautifully- balancing the sorrow of knowing how she would die with the gladness of the love she'd have. Carlos is just as tragic as his son and Bob just chills me.

Love this! Adding it to my memories!
failoh: she's cooler than youfailoh on June 23rd, 2008 12:34 pm (UTC)
Really interesting idea and really good writing. Great story!