THE SISTERHOOD: Foremath
Before I post...this is my first attempt at ANY shourt story since high school. I know it's probably bad, but be kind in your critique. Just let me know if I should continue...
This deals with Niki on the day of The Explosion. There are no spoilers because I do not know what will happen.
We all know who owns what, so there.
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When she finally opened her eyes, things were foggy and confused for Niki Sanders. The last thing she remembered was flames surrounding her, then a real loud noise and..then nothing. Until she awoke.
She figured that she would be lying on a floor somewhere bleeding to death, or hooked up to a life support machine in a hospital, getting blood infusions...hopefully laced with Mohinder's miracle elixir that would save her life.
What she didn't figure was that she would be sitting at table at a Denny's, coffee in front of her, not a scratch on her.
The TV in the corner was blaring something...news, she figured. The only sound coming from her was a mild groan, as if she had gone through hell.
Actually she did..rescuing her son, Micah and her sister-in-law, Monica...then the fire...and the explosion. That and..she thought she was dreaming because Mohinder said that she was gone for good...that glimpse of Jessica...hed dead sister. The one who appropiated her body for assasination purposes. The one who did that..she said..to protect her.
That look..that face..came not from a mirror or a reflective image. It was if she was standing right in front of her. Mouthing the words...don't worry.
Then the flash. Then black.
Niki peered into the blackness of the coffee steaming in front of her, too tired to panic, too tired to wonder how she got there. The only thing in her mind was did Micah and Monica get all right.
There were people milling around. Eating. Chatting. Laughing. The TV continued to drone. She almost did not catch the part about an explosion near the French Quarter. She started to turn around slowly...when the next words she heard gave her the start she should of had five minutes ago.
"Hetty Chang, News 3."
News 3? Niki did not know THAT much about New Orleans, but she did know that TV in New Orleans was 4..8..12...no 3. In fact the only "News 3" she knew was in..
But that was impossible she thought.
It was then that the panic started to set in..because the only News 3 she knew was in Las Vegas but that was not possible since she was in New Orleans...right?
She tried to pull together...not much chance of that...looked on the reflection in the napkin holder. No Jessica. SHe pinced herself. Not dreaming. Then she looked out the window she sat next to. It took everything she had not to scream. I mean the outside looked normal. Except for the fact that someone replaced the Superdome and Bourbon St. with the MGM Grand and the Wynn.
How the hell did I get to Vegas was running through her mind over and over and..
"Are you alright, miss?"
Concerned, yet cheerful waitress looked down upon the shaking blond heap. Very meekly, Niki muttered, "what time is it?"
"Half past 1pm."
"And can you tell me how long I have been here?" Her voice shaking, holding on to the crumb of sanity she had at that point.
"Why, since 10 this morning. You paid for breakfast and coffee and said just keep it coming. Must of been a long night..ma'am?"
Niki flew out of the chair, stumbled around the restaurant, finally finding the women's room and falling into it. Past hysterical now, she had just enough where-with-all to lock the door.
Niki Sanders was now alone. Alone, except for the reflection.
A reflection that was calm. Collected. And true to form, smirking.
"I told you I'd protect you Niki," the voice from the mirror calmly said.
"How?" "DAMMIT JESSIE, HOW?"" Niki was now in full meltdown...her mind unable to process the last ten minutes of...she didn't know what it was. Death? Hell? Purgatory?
"It's alright, sis," said Jessica. We did it.
"W..w..w...we?"
"You have no idea what we're capable of," her sister repliled. "No, idea at all..."
It was at that point that the time registered. 10 in the morning, Vegas time. Noon in New Orleans. Micah had not even come to Niki about Monica's capture until one that afternoon.
That would mean she would be in Vegas just as everything went down in New Orleans. That could not be..
But how would you explain it?
And as Niki Sanders collapsed in a heap on the restroom floor, and the pounding on the door and the yells of are you alright became louder, the only word out of her mouth..."Micah.."
"Micah..."
"Micah..."
"He's alright, baby," said the disembodied voice in her head, the voice of her dead sister.
"We have work to do. I love you, Nik."
Those words, and the bursting of the door, were the last things Niki Sanders heard before she finally shut down.
-to be continued?-
