2009-12-07: Hold Onto Hope

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Date: December 7, 2009

Summary:

Micah texts Peter with an offer of help.


"Hold Onto Hope"

Texting Land

Micah's sitting in the closet of the orphanage again. It's so much simpler than rebelling in his room — less likely to get caught, or get Cam into trouble again. With a hesitant frown he holds his phone in his hand and sends a text to the number Tracy had given him.

Rebel: PETER? MY AUNT TRACY GAVE ME THIS NUMBER…

There's a long pause before some letters finally get sent back. Peter's grocery store bought phone wasn't made for the easiest texting, and he's too much of a perfectionist to send abbreviations.

You're Tracy's nephew? She mentioned you. I'm not sure if I know you, though.

There's a lot Peter's not sure about, this being one of many things.

While Peter's text is uncommonly slow, Micah's text is uncommonly quick. Inhumanly, even.

Rebel: YOU KNOW ME, KIND OF. YOU KNEW MY MOM BETTER THAN ME. NOT SURE YOU REMEMBER HER… HER AND TRACY ARE IDENTICAL…

That string of letters gets no response at all for a time. Perhaps because this little bubble had been broken. Peter knew his mom better, and Tracy looks just like her. He doesn't remember her, not really, but he does have flashes of memories. Involving a woman he thought was Tracy. When the text finally does come, it's short.

Where is your mom?

The next text from Micah comes through much slower. Uncommonly slow for him, just because of the apprehension involved. He sniffles a bit.

Rebel: SHE DIED…

It's short and sweet. An explanation Micah's been giving a lot lately.

Died. Peter can't help but wonder if he knew this. Before he lost his memory at least. It hurts, but there's no way he can ask her son if his memories are true or false. Or if they are memories at all. After long moments of silence, he rubs his hands over his face and finally works to text back.

I'm sorry. Was there something you needed from me?

The change of topic causes Micah to nod at the cellphone in hand and it brings him renewed focus in his purpose. Always stay focused on the goal. That's what heroes do, right?

Rebel: RIGHT. I GAVE TRACY A NEW IDENTITY. NEW BIRTH CERTIFICATES, NEW LICENSE, NEW PASSPORT. THESE THINGS WILL ALL BE COMING IN THE MAIL (SHE'S NOW KNOWN AS LINDA). I CAN DO THE SAME FOR YOU. DO YOU WANT THAT?

She doesn't look like a Linda. But yeah, I think that would be helpful in the days to come. I can't really go back to them now that I know what they're doing to people.

Now that he's not so foolish to believe things. Peter still doesn't know who he's supposed to be, but he knows he can't go back.

Rebel: I KNOW. I WANTED TO NAME HER NICOLE SANDERS (MY MOM'S NAME — I REALLY THINK SHE LOOKS LIKE A NIKI), BUT THAT WOULD PROBABLY GET SOME FLAGS. SO I PICKED ONE OF THE MOST COMMON NAMES IN THE US: LINDA JOHNSON.

He tilts his head a bit and considers something.

Rebel: I DIDN'T THINK OF THIS EARLIER TODAY, BUT YOU CAN CHOOSE YOUR OWN NAME IF YOU LIKE.

I get to pick my own name?

There's a pause, as Peter tries to think of what name would fit him best when he needs a name that isn't his own. There's so many names that try to spring to mind, people he respected in the past, people he looked up to. And finally he types something in.

How about Ethan Campbell. It seems common enough to me.

Rebel: SOUNDS GOOD. I'LL PREPARE THE DOCUMENTS AND HAVE THEM SENT TO THE SAME ADDRESS AS TRACY'S. IS THERE ANYTHING CREDENTIAL-WISE YOU NEED ME TO GET? I CAN HAVE DEGREES OR ANYTHING REALLY MADE FOR ETHAN CAMPBELL.

Micah is grinning now. Yup, he likes to help.

There's a pause. Peter needs to think about that. A job would be something he'd like to have, but all he's really qualified for is nursing to the medical field.

Could you get me a medical degree? Either in nursing or paramedics. Not a doctorate. Just in case I need to get a job. I'll just avoid hospise, since that's what I used to do.

He doesn't know he recently became a paramedic.

Rebel: I CAN. I'LL GET THAT SENT TO THE SAME ADDRESS. I'LL GO INTO A SCHOOL'S RECORDS AND MAKE ONE FOR ETHAN CAMPBELL, AND THEN GET THEM TO SEND YOU A NEW DEGREE BECAUSE OF A 'FIRE' WHERE ALL OF YOUR DOCUMENTS WERE BURNED TO A CRISP.

Micah seems satisfied with the result.

Rebel: IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU NEED FROM ME?

You're a resourceful kid.

Peter can't help but wonder if he'd always known how resourceful this kid could be. Not that he'd remember anymore, but…

You were the kid at Kirby Plaza, weren't you? Your mother was the one I saw there, the one who helped me fight Sylar.

Micah grins at being remembered (sort of?). And he nods at the phone before he responds at that uncommonly fast pace.

Rebel: NOT RESOURCEFUL, REALLY. I JUST TALK TO TECHNOLOGY OF ANY KIND. IF IT'S CONNECTED TO ANY KIND OF ELECTRICAL IMPULSE I CAN CONNECT WITH IT.

Rebel: KIRBY PLAZA WAS A LONG TIME AGO. BUT YEAH, THAT WAS ME. I WAS JUST A KID THEN. I'M ALMOST FOURTEEN NOW.

Practically an adult.

Rebel: MOM WAS SUPER STRONG. SHE WAS GOOD TO HELP BATTLE SYLAR…

Super strong. Peter can't help but close his eyes and think back to the flashes of memories, and the dream he had, then he finally pulls it together to respond.

That sounds like a useful ability. More useful than mine.

Even if he has the ability to do almost anything. It's a burden to him, rather than a blessing.

I wish I could remember you and your mom better. My memory is gone after Kirby Plaza. At least until a couple months ago, and I found out I was being lied to.

Rebel: I KNOW YOU GOT HIT BY A HELICOPTER. I SAW IT VIA SATELLITE. AND THEN I TEXTED EVERYONE IN YOUR PHONE TO TELL THEM. AND THEN MY BROTHER AND I (YOU WOULDN'T REMEMBER HIM) WENT TO THE US TO SAVE YOU AND GOT CAUGHT. NOT MY FINEST HOUR. IVORY GOT US OUT OF THE ROOM WITH THE TUBES IN OUR NOSES AND IVS IN OUR ARMS — EVEN IF HE'S NOT A GOOD GUY, HE HELPED US.

Micah tries to explain things as quickly as possible over text. Although, his explanation comes out confusing.

Rebel: WHILE WE WERE THERE TRACY TOLD US YOU LOST YOUR MEMORY AND WERE WORKING FOR THE AP…

Ivory may have been helping people, but he was drugging them, too.

Peter doesn't know how he was drugging them, but the man must have had some idea what he was doing. It's the only thing that makes sense to him.

I don't remember getting hit by the helicopter, but I think I died. I don't remember that either. I'm here now, even if I don't remember.

Rebel: I'M GLAD YOU DON'T REMEMBER GETTING HIT BY THE HELICOPTER. PROBABLY BETTER THAT WAY. IT WAS… HORRIFYING. AWESOME, BUT HORRIFYING. YOU WERE IN A FIRE AND THAT MAX GUY SCRAPED YOU UP AND TOOK YOU WITH HIM.

Micah shudders at the memory and feels slightly nauseated in the pit of his stomach.

Rebel: ANYWAYS. DO YOU NEED ANYTHING ELSE FROM ME?

Max?

Those words are typed, but not sent for a while, then he backspaces them and starts over. Peter should have known that things weren't what they seemed.

Max was the first person I saw when I woke up. I thought he was a friend. He said he was a friend. I'm glad I know differently now. Thank you.

It's good to have the truth sometimes, when he's been so confused the last few months.

I think you've done enough. I don't need much money. I must have been paranoid cause I found a big stash of cash in my apartment. Both of them.

Rebel: ALRIGHT THEN. IF YOU NEED TO REACH ME YOU CAN EMAIL ME AT MOC.LIAMG|LEBER.DATREBIL#MOC.LIAMG|LEBER.DATREBIL. DON'T HESITATE IF YOU NEED ANYTHING ELSE, PETER.

Micah sighs before he adds.

Rebel: HOLD ONTO HOPE, PETER. IT'S THE ONE THING THEY CAN'T TAKE FROM US. REBEL, OUT.

That said, Micah places his phone in his pocket and pads out of the closet in search of food.

Hope. That sounds like something he heard once in a dream. Peter can't help but stare at the phone for a few moments before folding it back up and putting it away. He should probably look into a new place to stay soon… So he doesn't keep mixing up confused memories and dreams with reality.

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