NYC, Petrelli home, Nathan's study, Thursday night
Nathan Petrelli was used to getting what he wanted. It was a benefit of being the favored first-born son of a rich and influential family. Have a need, make a few phone calls, done.
Nathan currently had a need for information. Which was why, thanks to various connections with those who were both useful and who knew better than to talk, Nathan was looking at a copy of a certain painting on his laptop.
The original was destroyed. Nathan had personally made sure of that. And the story behind it was too fanciful to be believed (helped in no small part by a glaring error in the school's name.) But even so, Nathan wasn't pleased about it. No matter how it had been created, it was clearly a threat. Nathan didn't like threats. They implied other people being in control. Nathan really didn't like not being the one in control.
So he did what he always did when this sort of thing occured: analyze it, then get ahead of it.
Just then a knock interrupted his thinking. Peter stood in the doorway, looking at Nathan through the hair that had fallen into his eyes again. "Hey."
"What's up?" Nathan asked. He closed his laptop. Not that he was stupid enough to have the monitor facing the doorway, but there was no such thing as being too safe.
Peter came in and sat down on one of the leather armchairs. Sideways, because Peter could never ever do anything the normal way. "Ma says you're taking me to the airport tomorrow?"
"No," Nathan said. He'd been wondering when this would come up. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't savoring it with all the savage glee that an older brother had whenever he had an ability to torment the younger one. "I'm going with you to the airport."
Peter frowned. "And the difference would be...?"
Nathan replied to that by pulling out his plane ticket, and confirmation that he would be teaching at Fandom High.
The look of wide-eyed, gaping shock on Peter's face was absolutely worth it. "Are you kidding me?"
"Nope."
"Teaching." Peter looked back and forth from the paperwork to Nathan. "At Fandom High. Seriously?"
"My first class is on Wednesday," Nathan said.
Peter's response was a tacklepounce of a hug. Which Nathan didn't really mind since, well, it was Peter. Nobody could turn down one of his hugs. "This is so cool!"
"Don't think you can take advantage of me for an easy A," Nathan said. He ruffled Peter's hair because he could.
"You're teaching law," Peter replied. "Don't think I'm getting anywhere near there unless someone's life is at stake."
"Didn't think so," Nathan admitted.
"This is going to be great," Peter said. He sat on Nathan's desk, thankfully not on the laptop. "You'll like it there. There's so many nice people. People who know stuff. About - " Peter gave what was becoming their unspoken signal for 'powers.' "It'll be good for you, good for me. Oh! I've got so many people I can introduce you to! You can see Mac again, and there's this girl Claire - "
"Plenty of time for all of that," Nathan said. Meeting everyone and anyone that came near his brother was one of his many goals while in Fandom. "Have you packed yet?"
"Yeah." Peter gave a loose-limbed shrug.
Nathan knew his brother all too well. "Plans to do it at the last minute before we leave for the airport do not count."
"But I - "
"Go." Nathan pointed the way. "Get it done, then spend time with Ma. You know she's going to nag you about you getting ready anyway."
"I guess." Peter got off of Nathan's desk. "Hey, how is she with all of this?"
"She's fine." Nathan gave a shrug of his own. "She knows we're just a phone call away."
"I'm really glad you're coming," Peter said. He headed for the door. "I mean I feel bad for Ma being all alone but it'll be worth it, promise." Peter paused, a thought accoring to him. "What made you decide to do it anyway?"
Nathan, his hand resting on his laptop, gave Peter his best smile. "I realized I wasn't spending nearly enough time with my little brother."
Peter, who never doubted anything Nathan told him, smiled back. "This is gonna be great."
"Hope so," Nathan replied, to himself after Peter left. He opened up his laptop again, looked at the picture, then deleted it from his files.
[ooc: Preplayed with repeterpetrelli... obviously. ;) NFI, OOC-AOK]
Nathan currently had a need for information. Which was why, thanks to various connections with those who were both useful and who knew better than to talk, Nathan was looking at a copy of a certain painting on his laptop.
The original was destroyed. Nathan had personally made sure of that. And the story behind it was too fanciful to be believed (helped in no small part by a glaring error in the school's name.) But even so, Nathan wasn't pleased about it. No matter how it had been created, it was clearly a threat. Nathan didn't like threats. They implied other people being in control. Nathan really didn't like not being the one in control.
So he did what he always did when this sort of thing occured: analyze it, then get ahead of it.
Just then a knock interrupted his thinking. Peter stood in the doorway, looking at Nathan through the hair that had fallen into his eyes again. "Hey."
"What's up?" Nathan asked. He closed his laptop. Not that he was stupid enough to have the monitor facing the doorway, but there was no such thing as being too safe.
Peter came in and sat down on one of the leather armchairs. Sideways, because Peter could never ever do anything the normal way. "Ma says you're taking me to the airport tomorrow?"
"No," Nathan said. He'd been wondering when this would come up. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't savoring it with all the savage glee that an older brother had whenever he had an ability to torment the younger one. "I'm going with you to the airport."
Peter frowned. "And the difference would be...?"
Nathan replied to that by pulling out his plane ticket, and confirmation that he would be teaching at Fandom High.
The look of wide-eyed, gaping shock on Peter's face was absolutely worth it. "Are you kidding me?"
"Nope."
"Teaching." Peter looked back and forth from the paperwork to Nathan. "At Fandom High. Seriously?"
"My first class is on Wednesday," Nathan said.
Peter's response was a tacklepounce of a hug. Which Nathan didn't really mind since, well, it was Peter. Nobody could turn down one of his hugs. "This is so cool!"
"Don't think you can take advantage of me for an easy A," Nathan said. He ruffled Peter's hair because he could.
"You're teaching law," Peter replied. "Don't think I'm getting anywhere near there unless someone's life is at stake."
"Didn't think so," Nathan admitted.
"This is going to be great," Peter said. He sat on Nathan's desk, thankfully not on the laptop. "You'll like it there. There's so many nice people. People who know stuff. About - " Peter gave what was becoming their unspoken signal for 'powers.' "It'll be good for you, good for me. Oh! I've got so many people I can introduce you to! You can see Mac again, and there's this girl Claire - "
"Plenty of time for all of that," Nathan said. Meeting everyone and anyone that came near his brother was one of his many goals while in Fandom. "Have you packed yet?"
"Yeah." Peter gave a loose-limbed shrug.
Nathan knew his brother all too well. "Plans to do it at the last minute before we leave for the airport do not count."
"But I - "
"Go." Nathan pointed the way. "Get it done, then spend time with Ma. You know she's going to nag you about you getting ready anyway."
"I guess." Peter got off of Nathan's desk. "Hey, how is she with all of this?"
"She's fine." Nathan gave a shrug of his own. "She knows we're just a phone call away."
"I'm really glad you're coming," Peter said. He headed for the door. "I mean I feel bad for Ma being all alone but it'll be worth it, promise." Peter paused, a thought accoring to him. "What made you decide to do it anyway?"
Nathan, his hand resting on his laptop, gave Peter his best smile. "I realized I wasn't spending nearly enough time with my little brother."
Peter, who never doubted anything Nathan told him, smiled back. "This is gonna be great."
"Hope so," Nathan replied, to himself after Peter left. He opened up his laptop again, looked at the picture, then deleted it from his files.
[ooc: Preplayed with repeterpetrelli... obviously. ;) NFI, OOC-AOK]