Don't own Heroes. Or Niki. Or Jessica. This is set after 'How To Stop An Exploding Man', so I guess there should be a warning for spoilers for that episode...and very mild hints at femslash. I'm still a newbie at writing this kind of short one-shot fic, so sorry if it's crap. I'm trying to improve and reviews help me get better (you don't want to be responsible for me polluting the internet with more crap, do you?), so let me know what you think (even if it's one word).
Something's not right, I can feel it; something hollow and empty inside me. There's a gaping hole where my heart used to be and I'm not sure how it happened. Everything is as it should be; Micah's safe, D.L.'s going to be okay…what could possibly be wrong?
There is no scathing taunt in reply to this and it only shoves in my face what it is that I've been so desperately ignoring for so long.
I'm afraid to call out to her.
No, not because I'm afraid she'll take me over, hurt even more people in my name…but that she won't reply at all. It's been three weeks, two days and twenty hours since I last saw Jessica. It's been three weeks, two days and twenty hours since I last looked in a reflective surface. Micah doesn't understand why I won't watch T.V. with him anymore and I know my appearance has suffered from refusing to use mirrors. If I don't look, then she won't really be…
God, this not-knowing is driving me mad. I can't take it anymore. I have to know.
Haltingly, dreading what I'm about to do, I stumble over to the bathroom mirror. I stop a moment, just at the wrong angle to see anything and take a steadying breath, brushing a few strands of hair back from my forehead. This is it. The moment of truth. Something inside me laughs, telling me I already know the truth, I just don't want to believe it. I ignore it. It's wrong, it has to be.
Finally, unwilling to put it off any longer, I take that (fataldamningheartstopping) step forward and stare into its depths.
I expect Jessica to grin back and wink at me or maybe give me that longsuffering look that means she's just barely holding back some sarcastic observation or barbed comment.
My own bewildered and slightly fearful face is all that stares back at me.
"Jessica?" I call, raising my voice slightly as though that will make a difference. She's bound to me, the other half of my soul, my protector; she can't not be here…
There's no reply.
I wonder if it's just this mirror, it's pretty dirty after all, maybe if I find a different one she'll be able to appear and then she'll probably laugh at me for getting into such a panic about this for such a long time and we'll-
I stop myself.
My eyes slide shut involuntarily to prevent the burning hot tears from escaping. My knees buckle and I crumple helplessly to the floor, shoulders shaking with the force of my repressed sobs.
Oh please God no…I need you Jessie, don't leave me...
I don't know how I know it, but she's gone.
Please Jessie...don't leave me alone...
Jessie...I love you.
And I don't think she's coming back.