Heroes fic
So yahtzee63 posted some birthday fic requests if anyone was so inclined and one of those was:
Any non-incest yet still massively connected and damaged Petrelli family fic for "Heroes".
I'm reading that as a request for some angsty emo stuff, but I get inspired to write a very WAFFy fic. ::sigh:: It is non-incest, and it is the Petrellis, so it sort of qualifies. And it was nice to actually write and finish a fic again. So there's that going for it. It's very short, pre-Heroes, no spoilers. Hope you enjoy.
*****
It was ridiculous, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw the fingernails. Of course Freddy Krueger wasn't real, but Nathan just couldn't stop imagining it, and he couldn't relax enough to go to sleep. Next time he and Peter watched a scary movie, it wasn't going to be in his bedroom. Nathan knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep in there tonight. He'd just go bunk on Peter's floor. Peter was a heavy sleeper--Nathan would get up early and Peter would never know.
He threw the blankets off, but couldn't help hesitating before resting his feet on the ground. "Come on," he muttered. "Freddy gets you in your sleep, not from under your bed. Feet on the floor. This is humiliating enough. And I'm talking to myself."
He headed down the hallway to Peter's room, keeping the wall at his back the whole way.
No one could ever know about this.
He eased the door to Peter's room open.
"Nathan?"
Dang it. "Yeah, it's me. Listen, Pete--"
"I was so scared," Peter interrupted. "I can't sleep, I can't move, Freddy's gonna get me." He sounded close to tears.
Nathan hurried over to the bed and put an arm around Peter. "Hey, it's okay now. It's okay," he repeated as Peter buried his face in Nathan's neck.
"No, it's not." Peter's voice was muffled. "It's stupid to get so scared."
"Hey, don't say that. It's not. Any time you're afraid, just let me know. And you'll be fine now. Like even Freddy would take the Petrelli brothers on."
He felt Peter grin. "But...you're gonna stay with me?"
"Why do you think I'm here?"
Peter pulled away and sniffed. "Thanks." He snuggled into his pillow.
Nathan grabbed an extra pillow from Peter's closet--not entirely able to suppress a small shudder when he opened the door--and stretched across the foot of Peter's bed.
Peter immediately wormed his feet under Nathan.
"Aw, Pete, come on," Nathan protested.
"I'm cold, and you're always warm," Peter replied, and he already sounded half asleep.
Although Peter's feet were cold, and uncomfortable shoved against Nathan's stomach like that, the contact helped Nathan relax, so he let it go.
"You always know when I need you," Peter murmured. "I wanted to get up, but I couldn't."
Nathan shook his head. "No, I just...I put the movie on. I shouldn't have, it's my fault."
"I wanted--wanted to watch it, too." A yawn split Peter's sentence.
Another few minutes passed and Nathan's stomach stopped churning. "I was afraid, too, Pete," he finally said. "And I wanted you. That's why I came."
He got no response but a soft snore.
Just as well that Peter not know. Nathan gently shoved Peter's feet aside, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.
Any non-incest yet still massively connected and damaged Petrelli family fic for "Heroes".
I'm reading that as a request for some angsty emo stuff, but I get inspired to write a very WAFFy fic. ::sigh:: It is non-incest, and it is the Petrellis, so it sort of qualifies. And it was nice to actually write and finish a fic again. So there's that going for it. It's very short, pre-Heroes, no spoilers. Hope you enjoy.
*****
It was ridiculous, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw the fingernails. Of course Freddy Krueger wasn't real, but Nathan just couldn't stop imagining it, and he couldn't relax enough to go to sleep. Next time he and Peter watched a scary movie, it wasn't going to be in his bedroom. Nathan knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep in there tonight. He'd just go bunk on Peter's floor. Peter was a heavy sleeper--Nathan would get up early and Peter would never know.
He threw the blankets off, but couldn't help hesitating before resting his feet on the ground. "Come on," he muttered. "Freddy gets you in your sleep, not from under your bed. Feet on the floor. This is humiliating enough. And I'm talking to myself."
He headed down the hallway to Peter's room, keeping the wall at his back the whole way.
No one could ever know about this.
He eased the door to Peter's room open.
"Nathan?"
Dang it. "Yeah, it's me. Listen, Pete--"
"I was so scared," Peter interrupted. "I can't sleep, I can't move, Freddy's gonna get me." He sounded close to tears.
Nathan hurried over to the bed and put an arm around Peter. "Hey, it's okay now. It's okay," he repeated as Peter buried his face in Nathan's neck.
"No, it's not." Peter's voice was muffled. "It's stupid to get so scared."
"Hey, don't say that. It's not. Any time you're afraid, just let me know. And you'll be fine now. Like even Freddy would take the Petrelli brothers on."
He felt Peter grin. "But...you're gonna stay with me?"
"Why do you think I'm here?"
Peter pulled away and sniffed. "Thanks." He snuggled into his pillow.
Nathan grabbed an extra pillow from Peter's closet--not entirely able to suppress a small shudder when he opened the door--and stretched across the foot of Peter's bed.
Peter immediately wormed his feet under Nathan.
"Aw, Pete, come on," Nathan protested.
"I'm cold, and you're always warm," Peter replied, and he already sounded half asleep.
Although Peter's feet were cold, and uncomfortable shoved against Nathan's stomach like that, the contact helped Nathan relax, so he let it go.
"You always know when I need you," Peter murmured. "I wanted to get up, but I couldn't."
Nathan shook his head. "No, I just...I put the movie on. I shouldn't have, it's my fault."
"I wanted--wanted to watch it, too." A yawn split Peter's sentence.
Another few minutes passed and Nathan's stomach stopped churning. "I was afraid, too, Pete," he finally said. "And I wanted you. That's why I came."
He got no response but a soft snore.
Just as well that Peter not know. Nathan gently shoved Peter's feet aside, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.