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Title / Prompt: 10/07 - Manip your muse in a costume. Write a 25 word ficlet about why that particular costume.
Character: Noah (HRG) Bennet
Warnings: bad manip...
Pairings: Sandra/Noah, hints of Claude/Bennet
Your character's fandom: Heroes
Word count: 135 words
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine -- if he was, there would have been a lot less U in the UST...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


It's actually a really bad joke... )
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Title / Prompt: 9/07 - Betrayal
Character: Noah (HRG) Bennet
Warnings: none
Pairings: Claude/Bennet if you look sideways
Your character's fandom: Heroes
Word count: 181 per WordPerfect
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Disclaimer: Not mine -- if he was, there would have been a lot less U in the UST...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


At first, he views Claude's refusal to answer as a betrayal of their partnership -- of their friendship, because for the past several years they have been friends. Good friends; possibly even best friends. They trusted each other; watched each other's backs, saved each other's lives -- and in the end foolish, stubborn Claude refuses to give him the information that would save his life.

It's not easy to do it -- he doesn't want to shoot his friend -- but in his nervousness his finger twitches and squeezes the trigger, and the loud crack of the shot makes both of them jump. And then there's blood and Claude's flickering and fading around the edges, and there's no going back now... More shots, and just like that his best friend is gone...

It isn't until he sees the looks in Claire's and Sandra's eyes when he tells them Claude isn't coming back that he truly realizes the betrayal was his.

It hasn't been the first, and he realizes with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that it's far from the last...
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Title / Prompt: 8/07 - Scars are tattoos with better stories. -From a Toyota advertisement in Sports Illustrated magazine, 3 June 2002
Character: Noah (HRG) Bennet
Warnings: mention of violence
Pairings: Claude/Bennet UST, Bennet/Parkman
Your character's fandom: Heroes
Word count: 674 per PocketWord
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine -- if he was, there would have been a lot less U in the UST...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


Three men, three sets of bullet wounds... )
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From [livejournal.com profile] youngerpetrelli

Kiss meme )
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If you could read my mind right now... Talk about a conversation when what you said was not what you were thinking.

I told you I was going to bring her in now.

Of course I was lying through my teeth. I'm actually a little disappointed that you didn't send someone after me right away -- I thought you were better at this game than that. Wait, strike that. The thrill of the hunt, of course. I should have known...

There's no way in hell that I would ever turn my little girl over to you. I know what you people would do to her, and believe me, I will never allow to happen. It doesn't matter that she isn't my biological daughter; it doesn't matter that the Company handed her over to me to keep an eye on in the first place.

I know, now, that Claude's reference to 'vivisection' wasn't just figurative. I know you'd try to 'put her through her paces'; try to see how bad the damage would be before the regeneration stopped working.

You are never getting my Claire, you black-hearted bastard.

And I'd love to punch that smug grin of yours right off your face...

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Muse: Noah "HRG" Bennet
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 178 per WordPerfect
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Write two letters: One to someone you hurt and the other to someone who hurt you.

Dearest Sandra )

Dear Claude )

Thompson )

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Muse: Noah "HRG" Bennet
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 463 per WordPerfect
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Title / Prompt: July 07 - Bear
Character: Noah (HRG) Bennet
Warnings: None really -- m/m sexxors with no actual nudity, hints of D/s, adultery
Pairings: Bennet/Parkman, hints of Claude/Bennet UST
Your character's fandom: Heroes
Word count: 646 per PocketWord
Rating: hard R
Disclaimer: Not mine -- if he was, there would have been a lot less U in the UST...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


Parkman. Wake up, Parkman... )
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OOC: I'm trying to talk myself out of putting Noah into TM. However, during the span of the day, I wrote his application post...

Which is the more exquisite sensation: revenge, relief, or vindication?

Maybe Thompson should have paid attention when he said he was comfortable with morally grey. Or maybe the man just thought he'd be able to keep him in line forever; keep having those pesky memories removed when he discovered things that might cause a... hiccup in their friendship.

Little things, usually, like what really happened to that Special they'd brought in. The one Thompson said had tried to attack him that he'd had to shoot out of self-defense. The one who tried to run in terror and ended up shot in the back in the nightmares that left him tangled in the sheets and grinding his teeth so hard he was sure he'd crack a molar if things went on like this.

And sometimes not so little things. The black eye Claude showed up with one morning, after supposedly spending a peaceful night at his own apartment. Or those times when he was positive he hadn't drunk that much but the next morning the gaps in his memory were too complete and the aches in his body were too hard to explain away with questions of 'Sure you're not getting too old for the hunt, Bennet?'

Maybe the Haitian had taken to simply blocking the memories instead of removing them. Exercising his own brand of revenge by allowing it to slowly break through. He was alarmed to see that just like some Hollywood movie, flashes and jump-cuts of images and sensations assaulted him in unguarded moments, at all times of the day, until finally he realized how badly he'd been used.

It wasn't hard at all to pull the trigger. Twice, just to make absolutely sure. And saving Parkman's life was only a side benefit to the way he felt as he watched Thompson collapse, brains scrambled to mush. His only regret was that to save Parkman he had to kill the man quickly, instead of as slowly as he deserved.
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Muse: Noah "HRG" Bennet
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 322 per WordPerfect
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Hmn. There's got to be some kind of mistake here...

On the borderline )
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Title / Prompt: June - Itch
Character: Noah (HRG) Bennet
Warnings: suggestions of non/dub-con; adultery
Pairings: suggestions of Thompson/Bennet; Bennet/Claude UST, Bennet/Parkman
Your character's fandom: Heroes
Word count: 453 per PocketWord
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine -- if he was, there would have been a lot less U in the UST...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


A long time ago, he learned that the only way to remain sane in his job was to compartmentalize his life to the nth degree; to the point where he was a different person with his family than he was with the Company, and lying to one or the other wasn't even a lie anymore.

He could imagine this was how covert CIA operatives felt, and wondered how they dealt with the problems that cropped up every now and then. How to deal with the guilt when they missed a family event because they were away on an assignment, how to deal with the feelings that sometimes developed between partners that faced life and death situations together.

If he was a different person -- if Noah Bennet, family man, disappeared completely when he was on an assignment -- then it wasn't cheating when he woke up in bed with his boss after what he was sure had to be a night of much heavier drinking than he remembered. Thompson never was his type, and they obviously must have both been scratching an itch. When he went home again he hugged Sandra close and took her out dancing, laughing and smiling the whole time and never once thinking of the feel of beard stubble coarse against his neck or hands far too strong pinning him down on the cheap bed.

And it wasn't wrong when he sat in a small bar, watching his partner longingly as the man took the locals for every penny they had in a couple of games of pool, imagining that accent whispering wicked things in his ear as they wrestled for dominance. He wanted so badly to give in to those desires, but he was obviously getting much better at ignoring that itch. How was he to know that in a few years, he'd look back on that as one of the biggest mistakes he'd ever made, and that maybe if he'd been closer to the man he would have done the right thing that day on the bridge?

And it still wasn't cheating when he found himself projecting thoughts of absolute filth at his new best friend as the man lay asleep in the narrow motel bed next to his, jerking off to the sounds he made in his sleep. That itch was back with a vengeance, and there was something very heady in the way the telepath followed his orders so -- for the most part, that was -- willingly. If they were going to die any day now, this time it would be with no regrets, he decided, getting out of bed and sitting on the edge of the other one. "Parkman. Hey, Parkman, wake up..."
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