Heroes Fic - Villians: Fall and Rise
So after watching the finale' last week I thought about what I'd want to happen in the opener nezt season (Nathan being alive was one of them LOL) So here is what I think. Please comment
Title: Rise and Fall
Characters: Peter/Nathan/Matt/Angela/West
Rating: PG
Spoiler Alert: Events after 2x11 Powerless
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters. No matter how much I wish
Notes: Only just started writing fanfic so please leave a comment if you like
Summary: What happened immediately after the ending of "Powerless"
Peter grabbed Nathan as he lay on the floor, “Nathan,” he said cradling his head, “Don’t you die on me.” He couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. He heard Matt in the background but all he could focus on was his brother and this feeling of loneliness. Peter pushed on one of the wounds trying to stop the bleeding, “Please. I can’t do this on my own,” he whispered as he hugged his brother. His whole world felt like it was falling apart. “Peter,” he heard his name being called but it felt like it was coming from miles away. It wasn’t until he felt a hand on his shoulder that he realized it was Matt. Peter, we’ve got to get him to a hospital. He’s still alive. But he needs help. Looking up at Matt he nodded, the part of him that had trained as a nurse kicked in, “I’ll take him.” He saw Matt frown, “He’s my brother. I won’t mess this up.” He closed his eyes, as he kept holding onto Nathan, took a deep breath and disappeared.
*
Matt moved as soon as he heard the first gunshot. He tried to get to Nathan but it was like everything was moving at super speed. He saw Nathan fall and Peter grab him. As he looked up he saw someone. But there were too many people in the room for him to be able to focus on them. He looked back at Nathan, Everybody stay back, he thought. He dropped to the ground next to Peter and realized that he was still breathing - but barely. “Peter,” Matt said looking at the distraught man. Peter, we’ve got to get him to a hospital. He’s still alive. But he needs help. As he looked at Peter he saw him come back from his grief-stricken state. As Peter disappeared, Matt realized that he was still in a room of reporters. You saw them leave through the door, he thought. As he stood up he pushed through the crowd. “Sir, sir, what just happened?” one of the reporters asked pushing a microphone in his face. He ignored her, pushing the mic away and moved out into the open hall. He looked around but whoever had shot Nathan was gone.
*
“…the once elected Senator of New York was shot in Odessa Texas today…,” Angela Petrelli turned the TV up as the reporter continued the story of the shooting, “…Early reports that Nathan Petrelli was dead have been denied from local doctors; reporting that he is in a critical condition in their ICU…” She breathed out and put her head in her hands. What did I do? She thought to herself. She stood up and walked over to the bar, with shaking hands she poured herself a shot of whiskey and downed it. She turned back to the TV, “…Police are calling for witnesses that may have seen someone leaving the building …” Ha, her cynical side thought, a bunch of reporters and not one of them saw the culprit. Bunch of idiots. She sat back down her nerves still making her shake a little. It was for the good of everyone, she kept telling herself. Just like last year, with the bomb in New York. With Peter. She turned suddenly when she heard her curtains rustle. “I thought it might have been you,” she said turning the TV off, composing herself and standing up. She turned around and faced the man, “I don’t know how Claire’s going to handle it. Losing two fathers; in as many days. Except, this time you won’t be there to help her. Will you West?”
Title: Rise and Fall
Characters: Peter/Nathan/Matt/Angela/West
Rating: PG
Spoiler Alert: Events after 2x11 Powerless
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters. No matter how much I wish
Notes: Only just started writing fanfic so please leave a comment if you like
Summary: What happened immediately after the ending of "Powerless"
Peter grabbed Nathan as he lay on the floor, “Nathan,” he said cradling his head, “Don’t you die on me.” He couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. He heard Matt in the background but all he could focus on was his brother and this feeling of loneliness. Peter pushed on one of the wounds trying to stop the bleeding, “Please. I can’t do this on my own,” he whispered as he hugged his brother. His whole world felt like it was falling apart. “Peter,” he heard his name being called but it felt like it was coming from miles away. It wasn’t until he felt a hand on his shoulder that he realized it was Matt. Peter, we’ve got to get him to a hospital. He’s still alive. But he needs help. Looking up at Matt he nodded, the part of him that had trained as a nurse kicked in, “I’ll take him.” He saw Matt frown, “He’s my brother. I won’t mess this up.” He closed his eyes, as he kept holding onto Nathan, took a deep breath and disappeared.
*
Matt moved as soon as he heard the first gunshot. He tried to get to Nathan but it was like everything was moving at super speed. He saw Nathan fall and Peter grab him. As he looked up he saw someone. But there were too many people in the room for him to be able to focus on them. He looked back at Nathan, Everybody stay back, he thought. He dropped to the ground next to Peter and realized that he was still breathing - but barely. “Peter,” Matt said looking at the distraught man. Peter, we’ve got to get him to a hospital. He’s still alive. But he needs help. As he looked at Peter he saw him come back from his grief-stricken state. As Peter disappeared, Matt realized that he was still in a room of reporters. You saw them leave through the door, he thought. As he stood up he pushed through the crowd. “Sir, sir, what just happened?” one of the reporters asked pushing a microphone in his face. He ignored her, pushing the mic away and moved out into the open hall. He looked around but whoever had shot Nathan was gone.
*
“…the once elected Senator of New York was shot in Odessa Texas today…,” Angela Petrelli turned the TV up as the reporter continued the story of the shooting, “…Early reports that Nathan Petrelli was dead have been denied from local doctors; reporting that he is in a critical condition in their ICU…” She breathed out and put her head in her hands. What did I do? She thought to herself. She stood up and walked over to the bar, with shaking hands she poured herself a shot of whiskey and downed it. She turned back to the TV, “…Police are calling for witnesses that may have seen someone leaving the building …” Ha, her cynical side thought, a bunch of reporters and not one of them saw the culprit. Bunch of idiots. She sat back down her nerves still making her shake a little. It was for the good of everyone, she kept telling herself. Just like last year, with the bomb in New York. With Peter. She turned suddenly when she heard her curtains rustle. “I thought it might have been you,” she said turning the TV off, composing herself and standing up. She turned around and faced the man, “I don’t know how Claire’s going to handle it. Losing two fathers; in as many days. Except, this time you won’t be there to help her. Will you West?”