Son Number 3
Date: March or February 2006
Characters: Nathan Petrelli, Zachary Gordon
Summary: Nathan meets his third son. Yes, there is another one.
Status: In progress
Private. Kinda.
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Having gone down to the lobby after having a much needed nap, Nathan sipped his cup of coffee, sat down in one of the comfortable chairs, and turned to gaze out the window. It had been a lovely spring. So lovely, in fact, that he cursed the glossy windows, and his wounds over and over again for not letting him fly properly. Frowning, he let his gaze wonder- until his eyes found a peculiar looking boy.
The boy was sitting in the edge of a large, leather couch. Perched on the edge with his elbows resting on his knees, legs sprawled, head lowered with eyes staring directly back at him from under long lashes. From what Nathan could see, he looked very much like his grandfather in the family war pictures. His hair was longer and going more to a darker blond, which apparently was almost brown, but the ends still sandy. He was dressed like all teens do these days with their ever-present combination of who knows what-goes through their heads.
Nathan raised a brow in question, flashed his so-Petrelli smile and asked, "Can I help you with something kid?."