on_thecouch Einstein Quote
25.4 - "Sit with a pretty girl for an hour and it feels like a minute. Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute and it feels like an hour. That's relativity" - Albert Einstein
OOC: Co-written by vote4nathan and mybrothershadow. daughterof_evil is used with permission of her mun. Excerpts from story read are obviously from 'Green Eggs and Ham' By Dr. Seuss.
He wasn't sure why Sasha had thought that either of them was willing to do manual labor right now. But the instant Nathan had seen Peter attempt to lift a box and set it back down with his face scrunched up in pain, he had picked up the phone to hire movers. A couple hundred more dollars had convinced the movers that this was an immediate emergency that needed attending to right now. Within the hour a team of half a dozen movers were there to unpack furniture and boxes into Peter and Sasha's new apartment for them. All Sasha had to do was direct and point them in the right direction, which box went to which room and likewise with furniture.
It was that direction that left Nathan and Peter with the delegated responsibility of playing with Henry. At the moment, each of them were on the floor in a triangular circle between the three of them. They all held small Hot Rods cars and Henry was busy making 'broom-broom' car noises. Nathan slid his car to head-butt Peter's and smirked, a small grin teasing over his lips. "Oops."
Peter smirked at Nathan and shook his head, bumping Nathan's car back.
Nathan shrugged lightly, amusement coloring his features. "It slipped."
Henry watched it for a moment and then decided he needed to give his input to the situation. "Pete, Nate, no do dat. You break, Sashy get upset an' Henry too."
Peter had to choke back a laugh, nodding to give himself a moment to catch the laugh. "Right, sorry about that Henry. Nathan has no manners." He stuck his tongue out at Nathan when Henry wasn't looking. "Maybe we should line them up and race them. Push them across the floor and see whose gets there first?"
"Kay," Henry said after a moment's thought. When he'd had his powers, Peter had always propelled Henry's car just a little bit further and faster using telekinesis. He couldn't do that now so he'd have to settle for pushing his car a little softer. They got the cars lined up across the wood floor.
Nathan stuck his tongue out at Peter in retaliation. He knew this game too well. It was one he had played with Peter when he had been young and then Simon and Monty several times over. Through his experience he knew that Henry would have much more fun if he won and therefore planned to once again, as he had many times before in his lifetime, gently push his car to let Henry win and even Peter. His brother was injured after all and deserved the handicap.
"Okay, Buddy, you count 'em down," Peter told Henry.
"One," Henry said, glancing to Nathan and Peter to make sure their cars were toeing the line.
"Two." The little red headed boy stuck the tip of his tongue between his teeth, gearing up to push his car off.
"Twee!" Henry pushed his car as hard as he could, sending the matchbox car careening wildly across the floor.
Barely giving the little car any motivation, Nathan made a show of pushing it across the floor. The little car that could have moved only a couple of feet before slowing to a stop. Peter's moved a little further than that and Henry's went soaring. Nathan snapped his fingers and clucked his tongue, feigning a disappointment in the stunted trek his car had made. But Henry leaped up to his feet, his hands above his head as he squealed with an all-encompassing delight. In response a rare, full smile broke out over Nathan's lips. "You won! I've always thought we needed a race car driver in the family." He joked.
Peter sighed and shook his head, giving Henry dejected look, just barely keeping his grin in check. "You beat me. Again. Nathan's right, you're going to end up a famous race car driver." He knew Nathan had purposely let both of them beat him.
"S'okay, Pete," Henry told him, patting Peter's shoulder. "You better than Nate."
That made Peter bust out laughing, unable to hold back any longer. "Nate doesn't drive that much," he told Henry with a wink. "He's got a driver that does it for him."
"So he can play while driver driving?"
"Yup," Peter nodded.
Henry looked over at Nathan, appraising him carefully. "S'mart. Sashy drives me too so's I can play."
Another light smirk escaped Nathan and he lifted his shoulders in a small shrug. "What can I say? I like to play." In all reality, his play was work. While his driver was driving him from place to place, whether to and from his D.C. offices or his New York offices, he was on the phone, on his laptop, looking through paperwork, etc. But for his boys and Henry it was indeed better to refer to it as play.
He liked hearing both Peter and Henry laugh. There was something comforting and homey about it that felt good to be a part of. Through the rest of the spacious apartment, the sounds of Sasha and the movers were muffled through the closed door of Henry's bedroom. He glanced at his wristwatch at the time. Sasha had said that nap time was at one o'clock and they were getting close to that hour. "I like to take naps too."
"No bed," Henry declared firmly.
"Aww come on, Henry. Naptime is good. Nathan and I will read you a story," Peter offered.
Henry thought about that for a moment. He looked from Nathan to Peter to the bed and back again. "You bed too," he told Peter and Nathan.
Peter glanced over at Nathan and shrugged. They could lay down with Henry for a few minutes, until he fell asleep and then go have a beer. "Okay, we'll take a nap too." He laid down on one side of the queen sized bed and patted the middle of it. "You can lay between us." He often weasled his way into sleeping between Sasha and Peter anyway.
"Kay," Henry said, climbing up on the bed with minor effort. He laid down next to Peter, his head on the pillow and looked expectantly at Nathan.
Reaching over to the bookshelf, Nathan grabbed a random book and then moved to the bed. He laid down on the opposite side of Henry with his back propped up against the headboard. Opening the book, he held it out from him a ways so that Henry could see the pictures as he began to read. "Sam I am. I am Sam. That Sam I am. That Sam I am. I do not like that Sam I am. Do you like green eggs and ham? I do not like them Sam I am. I do not like green eggs and ham..." He continued to read, drawing each word out and exaggerating the inflection of his tone as he always did when reading to children whether his or otherwise.
Peter watched as Henry listened fairly attentively to Nathan's reading. He leaned over and whispered to him that Nathan used to read to him when he was a little boy. That earned Peter a smile. Slowly, steadily, Peter ended up drifting as much as Henry did, perhaps more. Occasionally he'd catch himself, glancing up when he'd catch himself falling asleep. Henry, however was wide awake but obeying the rules of nap time; still and quiet.
"Would you eat them in a box? Would you eat them with a fox? Not in a box. Not with a fox. Not in a house. Not with a mouse. I would not eat them here or there. I would not eat them anywhere. I would not eat green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam I am." The story completed, Nathan quietly closed the book and set it on his chest, holding it there with one hand. He looked down to Henry to find him still awake. Placing one index finger at his lips he pointed to Peter, half asleep and then settled down into the pillow. Henry grinned as if he and Nathan were sharing some big secret since Peter was seemingly asleep and the little boy buried his head in Nathan's side.
It was almost half an hour later when Henry looked as if he had fallen asleep. Nathan only noticed it as he slowly dosed off also. Henry watched as Nathan fell asleep; when he appeared to be completely out, Henry scrambled out of the bed, over Nathan and Peter, bare feet touching the floor lightly. He snuck out of the room and padded into the kitchen where Sasha was putting things up.
"Pete an' Nate bed," he declared to Sasha.
"What?" Sasha questioned, crouching down to look at Henry, who should have been down for a nap.
"Pete and Nate tired. Go bed. Henry's bed." He was obviously very pleased that they had chosen to fall asleep in his bed.
Sasha laughed and ruffled a hand through Henry's hair. "We have to teach you new words; Epic fail."
"Pic fail," Henry repeated.
Sasha grinned and nodded. "Yup. Peter and Nathan, epic fail."
Nathan and Peter Petrelli ~ Heroes ~ 1,525 Words
OOC: Co-written by vote4nathan and mybrothershadow. daughterof_evil is used with permission of her mun. Excerpts from story read are obviously from 'Green Eggs and Ham' By Dr. Seuss.
He wasn't sure why Sasha had thought that either of them was willing to do manual labor right now. But the instant Nathan had seen Peter attempt to lift a box and set it back down with his face scrunched up in pain, he had picked up the phone to hire movers. A couple hundred more dollars had convinced the movers that this was an immediate emergency that needed attending to right now. Within the hour a team of half a dozen movers were there to unpack furniture and boxes into Peter and Sasha's new apartment for them. All Sasha had to do was direct and point them in the right direction, which box went to which room and likewise with furniture.
It was that direction that left Nathan and Peter with the delegated responsibility of playing with Henry. At the moment, each of them were on the floor in a triangular circle between the three of them. They all held small Hot Rods cars and Henry was busy making 'broom-broom' car noises. Nathan slid his car to head-butt Peter's and smirked, a small grin teasing over his lips. "Oops."
Peter smirked at Nathan and shook his head, bumping Nathan's car back.
Nathan shrugged lightly, amusement coloring his features. "It slipped."
Henry watched it for a moment and then decided he needed to give his input to the situation. "Pete, Nate, no do dat. You break, Sashy get upset an' Henry too."
Peter had to choke back a laugh, nodding to give himself a moment to catch the laugh. "Right, sorry about that Henry. Nathan has no manners." He stuck his tongue out at Nathan when Henry wasn't looking. "Maybe we should line them up and race them. Push them across the floor and see whose gets there first?"
"Kay," Henry said after a moment's thought. When he'd had his powers, Peter had always propelled Henry's car just a little bit further and faster using telekinesis. He couldn't do that now so he'd have to settle for pushing his car a little softer. They got the cars lined up across the wood floor.
Nathan stuck his tongue out at Peter in retaliation. He knew this game too well. It was one he had played with Peter when he had been young and then Simon and Monty several times over. Through his experience he knew that Henry would have much more fun if he won and therefore planned to once again, as he had many times before in his lifetime, gently push his car to let Henry win and even Peter. His brother was injured after all and deserved the handicap.
"Okay, Buddy, you count 'em down," Peter told Henry.
"One," Henry said, glancing to Nathan and Peter to make sure their cars were toeing the line.
"Two." The little red headed boy stuck the tip of his tongue between his teeth, gearing up to push his car off.
"Twee!" Henry pushed his car as hard as he could, sending the matchbox car careening wildly across the floor.
Barely giving the little car any motivation, Nathan made a show of pushing it across the floor. The little car that could have moved only a couple of feet before slowing to a stop. Peter's moved a little further than that and Henry's went soaring. Nathan snapped his fingers and clucked his tongue, feigning a disappointment in the stunted trek his car had made. But Henry leaped up to his feet, his hands above his head as he squealed with an all-encompassing delight. In response a rare, full smile broke out over Nathan's lips. "You won! I've always thought we needed a race car driver in the family." He joked.
Peter sighed and shook his head, giving Henry dejected look, just barely keeping his grin in check. "You beat me. Again. Nathan's right, you're going to end up a famous race car driver." He knew Nathan had purposely let both of them beat him.
"S'okay, Pete," Henry told him, patting Peter's shoulder. "You better than Nate."
That made Peter bust out laughing, unable to hold back any longer. "Nate doesn't drive that much," he told Henry with a wink. "He's got a driver that does it for him."
"So he can play while driver driving?"
"Yup," Peter nodded.
Henry looked over at Nathan, appraising him carefully. "S'mart. Sashy drives me too so's I can play."
Another light smirk escaped Nathan and he lifted his shoulders in a small shrug. "What can I say? I like to play." In all reality, his play was work. While his driver was driving him from place to place, whether to and from his D.C. offices or his New York offices, he was on the phone, on his laptop, looking through paperwork, etc. But for his boys and Henry it was indeed better to refer to it as play.
He liked hearing both Peter and Henry laugh. There was something comforting and homey about it that felt good to be a part of. Through the rest of the spacious apartment, the sounds of Sasha and the movers were muffled through the closed door of Henry's bedroom. He glanced at his wristwatch at the time. Sasha had said that nap time was at one o'clock and they were getting close to that hour. "I like to take naps too."
"No bed," Henry declared firmly.
"Aww come on, Henry. Naptime is good. Nathan and I will read you a story," Peter offered.
Henry thought about that for a moment. He looked from Nathan to Peter to the bed and back again. "You bed too," he told Peter and Nathan.
Peter glanced over at Nathan and shrugged. They could lay down with Henry for a few minutes, until he fell asleep and then go have a beer. "Okay, we'll take a nap too." He laid down on one side of the queen sized bed and patted the middle of it. "You can lay between us." He often weasled his way into sleeping between Sasha and Peter anyway.
"Kay," Henry said, climbing up on the bed with minor effort. He laid down next to Peter, his head on the pillow and looked expectantly at Nathan.
Reaching over to the bookshelf, Nathan grabbed a random book and then moved to the bed. He laid down on the opposite side of Henry with his back propped up against the headboard. Opening the book, he held it out from him a ways so that Henry could see the pictures as he began to read. "Sam I am. I am Sam. That Sam I am. That Sam I am. I do not like that Sam I am. Do you like green eggs and ham? I do not like them Sam I am. I do not like green eggs and ham..." He continued to read, drawing each word out and exaggerating the inflection of his tone as he always did when reading to children whether his or otherwise.
Peter watched as Henry listened fairly attentively to Nathan's reading. He leaned over and whispered to him that Nathan used to read to him when he was a little boy. That earned Peter a smile. Slowly, steadily, Peter ended up drifting as much as Henry did, perhaps more. Occasionally he'd catch himself, glancing up when he'd catch himself falling asleep. Henry, however was wide awake but obeying the rules of nap time; still and quiet.
"Would you eat them in a box? Would you eat them with a fox? Not in a box. Not with a fox. Not in a house. Not with a mouse. I would not eat them here or there. I would not eat them anywhere. I would not eat green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam I am." The story completed, Nathan quietly closed the book and set it on his chest, holding it there with one hand. He looked down to Henry to find him still awake. Placing one index finger at his lips he pointed to Peter, half asleep and then settled down into the pillow. Henry grinned as if he and Nathan were sharing some big secret since Peter was seemingly asleep and the little boy buried his head in Nathan's side.
It was almost half an hour later when Henry looked as if he had fallen asleep. Nathan only noticed it as he slowly dosed off also. Henry watched as Nathan fell asleep; when he appeared to be completely out, Henry scrambled out of the bed, over Nathan and Peter, bare feet touching the floor lightly. He snuck out of the room and padded into the kitchen where Sasha was putting things up.
"Pete an' Nate bed," he declared to Sasha.
"What?" Sasha questioned, crouching down to look at Henry, who should have been down for a nap.
"Pete and Nate tired. Go bed. Henry's bed." He was obviously very pleased that they had chosen to fall asleep in his bed.
Sasha laughed and ruffled a hand through Henry's hair. "We have to teach you new words; Epic fail."
"Pic fail," Henry repeated.
Sasha grinned and nodded. "Yup. Peter and Nathan, epic fail."
Nathan and Peter Petrelli ~ Heroes ~ 1,525 Words