Holding Out for a Hero WHO: Future!Peter and Veronica Mars WHAT: Rescue! WHEN: Late afternoon, while the vamps are away WHERE: Dru and Spike's hiding place RATING: R STATUS: COMPLETED
The move into the Hyperion hadn't taken long. Most of what they had was Giselle's clothing. Everything else was temporary or transitory. It didn't do well to be attached to things. Not when so much movement was required. Peter didn't keep anything more than he could carry, with few exceptions.
He still didn't feel completely comfortable here. It was as though something was, or would be expected of him.
Suddenly, he was opening his eyes, reeling slightly as though in a daze. Peter felt his head trying to spin, and caught himself, hands moving to support him. Somehow he'd ended up stretched out on the bed, a pad of watermarked pages from the Hyperion in his lap. The topmost was now covered in blue and black ink, from the likewise marked ballpoint pens the desk had contained. Peter frowned, and examined the sketch.
It gave him a chill. The face looked like Elle, but that was impossible. Elle was just upstairs, wasn't she?
His memory pinged at him. The girl calling herself Elle's doppelganger. Someone asking about that girl. Her name, what had been her name?
Veronica. Right. At least he could remember details like that when it was important. Also when it wasn't -- stop it, stop it, Peter chastized himself. What are you about to do? Run off and find this girl? What makes you think she's in trouble?
Peter looked at the picture. His fingers were smeared in ink. The scream was haunting. He could almost hear the sound it would have made. He could see the dark areas under her eye and nose, and knew that if one of the pens had been red, those areas would have been crimson.
Screaming and bleeding. That's trouble. His inner voice tried to say something else, but Peter had had enough. He stomped out the voice and got to his feet, concentrating on the drawing and the name, Veronica. Clairvoyance answered, and he was able to see the building where the girl was being held. In another instant, Peter had teleported.
In the dark rooms, he paused, holding his breath and listening. There was no movement, and only a single heartbeat. That one was under his feet. While wandering around looking for a staircase was one option, Peter had another at his disposal. He shut his eyes, and phased, letting his feet sink through the ground. Once he felt his body start to freefall, he solidified it once again, and landed carefully, eyes darting around the unlit basement to find where the girl was.