Open - The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Bombs

[medicpetrelli]

Location: A field.
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Characters: Peter

"I can't control it!" Peter yelled, his hands blaringly white, blinding him. He was going radioactive, and the only thing that could stop Peter from taking out New York was a bullet to the head. And of course Claire wasn't around, because nothing could ever be easy!

Peter closed his eyes and cried out in

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[normalbennetkid]

He'd finally gotten one of the craftsmen to make him a ball that was close enough to a soccer ball to be useful--though he wasn't going to ask what it was made of. He was kicking it around aimlessly, ignoring his surroundings as much as he could. He was settling in to being Hannibal's 'fosterling', whatever that meant, but... he missed home. And electricity. And most of all, soccer. It had been his life for such a long time, and now... Lyle sighed heavily, eyes dropping to his feet as he stopped the ball. A second later something crashed into his back. "What the hell?"

[medicpetrelli]

Once Peter found his bearings and shook his head out, he stared in bewilderment at the younger man. "...Another person! Ha! Another person, oh thank God!" With that, he threw his arms around Lyle and squeezed.

[normalbennetkid]

"Hey, dude, not cool." He pulled away, flushing slightly, then looked the man over. Obviously another guy from their world. That was nice. He'd actually make sense when he talked. Lyle was clothed in Pernese garments, only having the one pair of jeans he'd arrived in. "Uh, I bet you're confused." Hell, he still was.

[medicpetrelli]

Peter helped him up. "Sorry about that...where the hell are we??" He looked around again, then eyed Lyle curiously. Weird clothes...fuck, he really WAS in some other time!

[normalbennetkid]

"Ok, we're, like, on another planet or something. Don't ask me how." Lyle shrugged. "I got here a few days ago. It sorta sucks. There's no electricity or technology or anything."

[medicpetrelli]

"Wait, you're from...from my world? The real world." Or maybe his world was fake and this was real...ah fuck, Peter was getting a headache. "What year was it when you left?"

[normalbennetkid]

"Uh, 2009." He shrugged; why was that important?

[medicpetrelli]

"2009, that's in the future....where did you come from? How did you get here?" Peter asked, gripping Lyle's shoulders. What if HE did this?? What if Peter accidentally changed the world or...or teleported people here by accident?! Then he wouldn't have only himself to worry about. What a fucking mess!

[normalbennetkid]

"The future? I'm not from the future." He stared at Peter in confusion. This guy was seriously fucked up. Maybe he was on drugs? "Look, I just woke up here like, three days ago. A couple other people from our world were already here."

[medicpetrelli]

"Yes you are. You are. And I think I did this." Peter stepped back and ran a hand through his hair. He was dizzy, getting himself worked up and not having regeneration available to calm his body down. "Other people...where are the other people? When are they from?"

[normalbennetkid]

"Uh... Hannibal's from the same time as me. I haven't really talked to the others. But there's this one dude, totally badass, who carries a sword." Lyle shook his head.

[medicpetrelli]

Peter sat down on a large boulder and put his face in his hands. What'd he do? What if Nathan is stuck in some time warp or on another planet, or what if he blew up earth and people got sent here?

He really shouldn't have read all those comic books growing up.

[normalbennetkid]

"You ok, man?" Lyle hesitantly touched the man's shoulder. This wasn't looking good. Why wasn't there anyone here, someone who would know what to do?

[medicpetrelli]

"No. No I'm not okay. I can't fly, I can't teleport, I can't regenerate. And I'm stuck here. I have no way of getting home." He rubbed tears from his eyes a bit roughly.

[normalbennetkid]

He rolled his eyes. Of course it would be one of Claire's weirdos. "It'll be ok, man. Seriously."

[medicpetrelli]

"Oh yeah? How will it be okay? How do you think we're getting out of here and getting home, kid?" Peter stood and gave him a glare, then walked past him and started heading in some unknown direction. "We're not. And that is not okay with me."