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scurvyknaveryOriginally posted 11 March, 2007.
Title: The Judges Totally Deduct Points for Superpowers
Fandom: Heroes/Stick It
Spoilers: Heroes 1.18, Parasite
Word Count: 867
Characters: Haley Graham, Candace
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The first time Haley does it, she freaks out. (An origin story, in a way.)
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The first time Haley does it, she freaks out.
Which, you know, is totally natural for anyone who accidentally turns into someone they're not, because that's some weird crap for anyone to have to deal with right there. Of course, she also freaks out because she doesn't find out until she catches a glimpse of herself as she steps into the shower, and holy shit, she looks like Frank. She looks like him and she's naked, and Haley had, like, this list, of all the things she could cheerfully not see before she died, and Frank's dick was definitely, definitely on there somewhere pretty close to the top.
But then she blinks, and she looks like herself again. So she figures that maybe it was just a trick of the light, or one of those weird lucid-dreaming neurology phenomena that her mom used to love watching documentaries about on Lifetime, and finishes her shower.
If Haley scrubs a little too hard, she doesn't notice.
+++
The next time is at prom, so nobody really pays that much attention.
Mostly because it's not technically at prom so much as. . .after prom, when everyone's in the parking lot drinking out of coke cans and pouring vodka into them like they're James Bond evading the KGB, or something, and Haley's just sort of off to the side, enjoing her buzz and making sure Frank doesn't set himself on fire. And then right there, right in her face, are someone's lips. Joanne's lips, and she's still wearing her little pink dress and her lip gloss is slippery-nice against her mouth, so it's not like Haley really minds all that much, but dude. Joanne's supposed to have a boyfriend.
Not just any boyfriend, either. A boyfriend that's one of Haley's best friends, and Poot's a pretty laid back guy but even he'd probably be pissed about something like this.
"I think," Joanne says, sliding a hand down Haley's belly in a way that's kind of a lot more confident than she would've expected from Joanne, "that we should have sex. People usually have sex with their prom dates, right?"
Haley has to think for a minute, until it hits her that, oh. She looks like Poot.
Which, you know, there's a time and a place to take advantage of that, but deflowering her teammate at somebody else's prom wearing somebody else's face probably isn't the smartest idea, even for her.
Haley sort of staggers back into the school, and splashes cold water on her face in the girls' bathroom until she sees herself in the mirror.
+++
The third time it happens, she doesn't even realize it's happening until it's over.
She's just running into a convenience store to pick up some snacks - because fuck Burt, it's her eighteenth birthday and she's eating twinkies if she wants to - and the bored kid taking her change calls her "ma'am."
Which kind of seems like a weird thing to say, because she's barely older than he is and he's definitely not flirting with her, or anything. (Or if he is, he's taking it way past "cool and mysterious" and into "so bored he's practically in a coma," so it's not like he's any good at it.) But then Haley catches her reflection in the door on her way out, and feels like she's about to be sick when that flash of what should be her face in the glass looks a lot like her mother.
Suddenly, she doesn't really want cake.
+++
It's not until it happens at a meet that Haley starts to actually, seriously freak out.
Because she goes up for her turn at the beam, like she should. And she's just. . .in it. Because it's gymnastics, and her brain does that thing where it shuts off everything except her and that sensation of not quite falling and not quite losing control, and it just feels perfect. Like it always does.
But by the time she's done her dismount and walking off the mat, everyone's looking at her. More importantly, Haley's noticing the way everyone's looking at her, because it feels an awful lot like the day after Worlds, and she hasn't even done anything this time.
When she gets close enough to hear what people are saying, they're all calling her Wei Wei and asking her what the hell she was thinking and asking her why she did Haley's routine, and it's like the bottom drops out of her stomach.
Haley grabs her shoes and runs out of there as fast as she can. She doesn't even care who she looks like.
+++
Haley gets the phone call at 2 AM on a Wednesday.
There's a voice that tells her they know all about her - what's the euphemism they use? - condition. That they can help. That they want to work with her, give her a place with people who understand.
They ask for her name. She takes a deep breath, and picks the first thing that pops into her head.
"Candace," she tells them, and it feels a little like that space between leaving the beam and landing a dismount. "My name is Candace."
Title: The Judges Totally Deduct Points for Superpowers
Fandom: Heroes/Stick It
Spoilers: Heroes 1.18, Parasite
Word Count: 867
Characters: Haley Graham, Candace
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The first time Haley does it, she freaks out. (An origin story, in a way.)
Notes:
fox1013 is a rockstar. (Rockstar!)Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
The first time Haley does it, she freaks out.
Which, you know, is totally natural for anyone who accidentally turns into someone they're not, because that's some weird crap for anyone to have to deal with right there. Of course, she also freaks out because she doesn't find out until she catches a glimpse of herself as she steps into the shower, and holy shit, she looks like Frank. She looks like him and she's naked, and Haley had, like, this list, of all the things she could cheerfully not see before she died, and Frank's dick was definitely, definitely on there somewhere pretty close to the top.
But then she blinks, and she looks like herself again. So she figures that maybe it was just a trick of the light, or one of those weird lucid-dreaming neurology phenomena that her mom used to love watching documentaries about on Lifetime, and finishes her shower.
If Haley scrubs a little too hard, she doesn't notice.
+++
The next time is at prom, so nobody really pays that much attention.
Mostly because it's not technically at prom so much as. . .after prom, when everyone's in the parking lot drinking out of coke cans and pouring vodka into them like they're James Bond evading the KGB, or something, and Haley's just sort of off to the side, enjoing her buzz and making sure Frank doesn't set himself on fire. And then right there, right in her face, are someone's lips. Joanne's lips, and she's still wearing her little pink dress and her lip gloss is slippery-nice against her mouth, so it's not like Haley really minds all that much, but dude. Joanne's supposed to have a boyfriend.
Not just any boyfriend, either. A boyfriend that's one of Haley's best friends, and Poot's a pretty laid back guy but even he'd probably be pissed about something like this.
"I think," Joanne says, sliding a hand down Haley's belly in a way that's kind of a lot more confident than she would've expected from Joanne, "that we should have sex. People usually have sex with their prom dates, right?"
Haley has to think for a minute, until it hits her that, oh. She looks like Poot.
Which, you know, there's a time and a place to take advantage of that, but deflowering her teammate at somebody else's prom wearing somebody else's face probably isn't the smartest idea, even for her.
Haley sort of staggers back into the school, and splashes cold water on her face in the girls' bathroom until she sees herself in the mirror.
+++
The third time it happens, she doesn't even realize it's happening until it's over.
She's just running into a convenience store to pick up some snacks - because fuck Burt, it's her eighteenth birthday and she's eating twinkies if she wants to - and the bored kid taking her change calls her "ma'am."
Which kind of seems like a weird thing to say, because she's barely older than he is and he's definitely not flirting with her, or anything. (Or if he is, he's taking it way past "cool and mysterious" and into "so bored he's practically in a coma," so it's not like he's any good at it.) But then Haley catches her reflection in the door on her way out, and feels like she's about to be sick when that flash of what should be her face in the glass looks a lot like her mother.
Suddenly, she doesn't really want cake.
+++
It's not until it happens at a meet that Haley starts to actually, seriously freak out.
Because she goes up for her turn at the beam, like she should. And she's just. . .in it. Because it's gymnastics, and her brain does that thing where it shuts off everything except her and that sensation of not quite falling and not quite losing control, and it just feels perfect. Like it always does.
But by the time she's done her dismount and walking off the mat, everyone's looking at her. More importantly, Haley's noticing the way everyone's looking at her, because it feels an awful lot like the day after Worlds, and she hasn't even done anything this time.
When she gets close enough to hear what people are saying, they're all calling her Wei Wei and asking her what the hell she was thinking and asking her why she did Haley's routine, and it's like the bottom drops out of her stomach.
Haley grabs her shoes and runs out of there as fast as she can. She doesn't even care who she looks like.
+++
Haley gets the phone call at 2 AM on a Wednesday.
There's a voice that tells her they know all about her - what's the euphemism they use? - condition. That they can help. That they want to work with her, give her a place with people who understand.
They ask for her name. She takes a deep breath, and picks the first thing that pops into her head.
"Candace," she tells them, and it feels a little like that space between leaving the beam and landing a dismount. "My name is Candace."