WHO: Fred Smith(Romana) and Peter Petrelli WHAT: Trying to uncover secrets even she doesn't know she's keeping WHERE: Hyperion Hotel WHEN: After her conversation with Peter RATING: TBD not that high STATUS: In Progress.
Fred shut down her laptop and sighed, her fingers finding the locket she so often wore. It was all she had that had been hers, and while she didn't think of it often, she knew it was hers, and something in her would not allow it to stray far from her. And she needed it now, that part of her that was definite when so much wasn't.
Harold Saxon. The Prime Minister, he had called himself the...the Master,
Even at the memory of the name a rage filled her, an unknown, unbidden rage and she knew why she had not liked him.
And then it faded almost as soon, it was maddening. She thought back to Election Day, She'd voted Tory, hoping to maybe, possibly keep the man out of power, but his win was inivitible, so many had flocked to him, for...for whatever policies he'd had. None she'd heard announced. Ot had confused her then, but Saxon had died and life had continued on.
And now he was here, In LA. The woman that was his partner, claiming to be an alien. And the man with the scarf that had saved her life, even now, even when things were so confusing she knew, as much as she knew saxon was wrong she knew the man she had met in that alley was good, that man she could trust with her life.
And she needed to know why. She needed answers and this Peter could maybe give her some.
She took a cab. It seemed easiest and the driver knew the address. On the way she closed her eyes and tried to remember.
Nothing came.
"Hyperion Hotel" said the driver and Fred handed him the fare climing out and looking up at the building. Romana, Time War, The Master, The Rani, The Doctor.
The words meant something, she knew they did. They resonated in her mind, as if looking for a home. But she couldn't find it. Couldn't see it.
She entered the hotel, the door open.
"Hello...Its Fred, Fred Smith, I was told to ask for Peter"