"Atonement" - Chapter 3
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Again a new chapter- the whipping continues =)
This chapter I don't like too much, but thats just because of the lack of Paire and because nothing's really happening there. Maybe I'll be more happy once I can post version beta.
So a million thanks in advance again go to paire_awards for the "Sad little Smile Award" (Most outstanding Angst/Drama fic)
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Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
Chapter 3:
It's just guidance that I seek
Can I rely on you
And I know you'll ignore all my begging
Cuz you've done it plenty before
(Thoughts of you - Standard of Living)
“Hey, Mum. It's me...”
Angela Petrelli lay motionless on the bed, eyes closed and breathing shallow.
Peter took her hand in his, careful not to tear the infusion that had been embedded into her skin. For a moment he felt guilty for not feeling any remorse at seeing his mother in such a state, but after all those years of her heartless manipulation he just couldn't find it in himself anymore.
He knew there was only one possible way to talk to her, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on the image of Matt Parkman- trying in vain to block out the last time he had seen him; laying in his own blood- and tentatively reached into the mind of his mother...
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Angela Petrelli looked at him, not a trace of surprise on her face. Her eyes were calm despite the horrible situation she was trapped in. “You shouldn't be here.”
She was sitting in the luxurius leather chair in the main office of Primatech New York. And apart from the handcuffs that bound her to the armrests of the chair, she was still the regal and perfect image of a family matriarch.
“I appreciate the long way you've come to get here, Peter, but Matt Parkman will be here in a few hours and his life depends on what will happen next. You have to go.”
“Never one to beat around the bush.” Peter stated with a smile scarce of warmth. “Don't worry, Mom. I'm not here to wake you up; I've stepped on too many butterflies already. There is just one thing I need to ask of you and then I'll be gone.”
His mother's gaze was focussed, seeing right through him like no one else beside Claire had ever been able to. “I see. So you've finally come to your senses. It's just tragic that it cost the world and so many lives for you to see the irrevocable truth...”
“Stop it, Mom!” Peter interrupted her, voice filled with a sudden fury. “I'm not discussing this with you! We loved each other and we could have been happy if people had just left us alone!”
“She is your brother's daughter!”
“I know that, mother!” He reached her with a few hasty steps. Knelling down in front of her, he grabbed her hard by the shoulders and fought the urge to just shake her. “We never forgot, you made sure of that! And we didn’t forget that you were the one who denied us the chance to grow up together the way we should have. You’re the one who told Nathan that his daughter died in a fire! You’re the one who dropped her in the hands of a company agent like she was nothing more than some assignment to take care of! So don't blame us, because we could not hear the infamous call of blood!”
“I was trying to protect you.” His mother's voice was calm and confident. Her features were eerily at ease, even while she was facing fourteen years of restrained anger that had broken lose in the stormy gaze of her youngest son. She knew what he had come for and what it must have cost him to bring himself to do this. And she felt like he deserved answers, even if he never asked for them.
“The night Nathan told your father and me that Meredith Gordon was pregnant, I dreamed of Claire and you for the first time. She wasn't even born, still I saw the way you two connected; a far deeper bond than just blood. And I saw the pain and despair that this bond would cause you...”
For a moment she even forgot about the handcuffs and tried to reach out and touch his face. Peter's grip on her shoulders losened and his hands came to rest on her forearms. He looked at her expectantly. “Go on.”
“I love you, Peter. I know you probably don't believe me, but I do. The dreams kept coming back. There were nights I tried not to sleep, but they got to me anyway and I was so terrified. When Meredith gave birth, I even refused to go to the hospital with Nathan and your father. And when the fire happened...”
“You thought it was your one chance to change the future.” Peter finished for her, the anger gone from his eyes. “You never told me. Why?”
“It made no difference.” She replied with a sad smile. “You met in Odessa. You saved her life and fell in love. And you suffered just like I had forseen it. Everything I had done, all of that careful prevention, became worthless the moment you left to save the cheerleader.” She cocked her head to the side with a sad sigh.
“You haven't come to see me one last time, even if I wished it was just that. You need my help. Tell me, Peter, what do you want me to do?”
There was a moment of long, stretching silence as Angela waited for him to speak. Peter summoned what little strength he had still remaining within him, knowing that he was about to plead his mother to destory two lives in order to save the world. To save those who had suffered because they remained loyal to him until the very end.
“You once lied to make sure Claire and I would never meet. Do it again. Make sure our paths never cross again. Whatever it takes...”
Again a new chapter- the whipping continues =)
This chapter I don't like too much, but thats just because of the lack of Paire and because nothing's really happening there. Maybe I'll be more happy once I can post version beta.
So a million thanks in advance again go to paire_awards for the "Sad little Smile Award" (Most outstanding Angst/Drama fic)
Like it? Then vote for me ;-)
Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
Chapter 3:
It's just guidance that I seek
Can I rely on you
And I know you'll ignore all my begging
Cuz you've done it plenty before
(Thoughts of you - Standard of Living)
“Hey, Mum. It's me...”
Angela Petrelli lay motionless on the bed, eyes closed and breathing shallow.
Peter took her hand in his, careful not to tear the infusion that had been embedded into her skin. For a moment he felt guilty for not feeling any remorse at seeing his mother in such a state, but after all those years of her heartless manipulation he just couldn't find it in himself anymore.
He knew there was only one possible way to talk to her, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on the image of Matt Parkman- trying in vain to block out the last time he had seen him; laying in his own blood- and tentatively reached into the mind of his mother...
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Angela Petrelli looked at him, not a trace of surprise on her face. Her eyes were calm despite the horrible situation she was trapped in. “You shouldn't be here.”
She was sitting in the luxurius leather chair in the main office of Primatech New York. And apart from the handcuffs that bound her to the armrests of the chair, she was still the regal and perfect image of a family matriarch.
“I appreciate the long way you've come to get here, Peter, but Matt Parkman will be here in a few hours and his life depends on what will happen next. You have to go.”
“Never one to beat around the bush.” Peter stated with a smile scarce of warmth. “Don't worry, Mom. I'm not here to wake you up; I've stepped on too many butterflies already. There is just one thing I need to ask of you and then I'll be gone.”
His mother's gaze was focussed, seeing right through him like no one else beside Claire had ever been able to. “I see. So you've finally come to your senses. It's just tragic that it cost the world and so many lives for you to see the irrevocable truth...”
“Stop it, Mom!” Peter interrupted her, voice filled with a sudden fury. “I'm not discussing this with you! We loved each other and we could have been happy if people had just left us alone!”
“She is your brother's daughter!”
“I know that, mother!” He reached her with a few hasty steps. Knelling down in front of her, he grabbed her hard by the shoulders and fought the urge to just shake her. “We never forgot, you made sure of that! And we didn’t forget that you were the one who denied us the chance to grow up together the way we should have. You’re the one who told Nathan that his daughter died in a fire! You’re the one who dropped her in the hands of a company agent like she was nothing more than some assignment to take care of! So don't blame us, because we could not hear the infamous call of blood!”
“I was trying to protect you.” His mother's voice was calm and confident. Her features were eerily at ease, even while she was facing fourteen years of restrained anger that had broken lose in the stormy gaze of her youngest son. She knew what he had come for and what it must have cost him to bring himself to do this. And she felt like he deserved answers, even if he never asked for them.
“The night Nathan told your father and me that Meredith Gordon was pregnant, I dreamed of Claire and you for the first time. She wasn't even born, still I saw the way you two connected; a far deeper bond than just blood. And I saw the pain and despair that this bond would cause you...”
For a moment she even forgot about the handcuffs and tried to reach out and touch his face. Peter's grip on her shoulders losened and his hands came to rest on her forearms. He looked at her expectantly. “Go on.”
“I love you, Peter. I know you probably don't believe me, but I do. The dreams kept coming back. There were nights I tried not to sleep, but they got to me anyway and I was so terrified. When Meredith gave birth, I even refused to go to the hospital with Nathan and your father. And when the fire happened...”
“You thought it was your one chance to change the future.” Peter finished for her, the anger gone from his eyes. “You never told me. Why?”
“It made no difference.” She replied with a sad smile. “You met in Odessa. You saved her life and fell in love. And you suffered just like I had forseen it. Everything I had done, all of that careful prevention, became worthless the moment you left to save the cheerleader.” She cocked her head to the side with a sad sigh.
“You haven't come to see me one last time, even if I wished it was just that. You need my help. Tell me, Peter, what do you want me to do?”
There was a moment of long, stretching silence as Angela waited for him to speak. Peter summoned what little strength he had still remaining within him, knowing that he was about to plead his mother to destory two lives in order to save the world. To save those who had suffered because they remained loyal to him until the very end.
“You once lied to make sure Claire and I would never meet. Do it again. Make sure our paths never cross again. Whatever it takes...”