Another Forgotten Birthday

[petrelliheidi]

Heidi sat at the kitchen table waiting for her husband to come home from work. After spending the day with her children Nathan's mother kindly agreed to taking the boys off her hands for the evening so that she and Nathan could celebrate her birthday in peace

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[law_anddisorder]

"May I?" Nathan asked graciously, glad to stand after being on his knees for so long; he wasn't as young as he used to be, and that old injury to his leg would have started to ache after a while. He stepped out of his pants and underwear, and let his wife lead him to the bed they hadn't shared for what felt like forever.

At that moment, Nathan was sure he was the luckiest man in the world, married to the most beautiful woman in it. Heidi was absolutely radiant, her cheeks and chest flushed a light pink, her dark hair framing her face perfectly, those beautiful blue eyes shining with amusement.

"You are just stunning, baby. More now than ever," he said.

He slipped his arms around her waist and held her naked body close to his, just long enough for a brief kiss on those impossibly red lips, and as he lowered her down onto the bed, he whispered against her ear, "I have been waiting all fucking day for this."

Nathan spread Heidi's thighs much more roughly this time, possessively even, and plunged himself into her, over and over again. That glorious heat inside her, the subtle pull of her muscles drawing him deeper, it all felt so good that Nathan wasn't sure he would last longer than a few minutes.

Well...she'd forgiven him for worse, hadn't she?

[petrelliheidi]

He was a bit older but still so handsome and he always knew just what to say but his last words did make Heidi snicker. "All day baby? Were you that sure this was going to happen?" She supposed she had been dropping hints at the fact that a reconciliation of that nature was on the table, she had been touching him a lot more, Heidi had missed having contact with him.

"Nathan!" Heidi cried out, she loved it when he got like this, it felt like they were the only two people in existence. She moaned and bit her lip because while she wanted to be loud, Heidi knew too much noise would wake their children and she couldn't have that. "Love you," Heidi told Nathan, kissing him deeply. A few strokes later and it was over, to say she was disappointed was an understatement but she supposed she couldn't really blame Nathan, he had been so worked up she was surprised he had lasted that that long. She met his eyes. "Doing okay there, stud?"

[law_anddisorder]

"Oh, Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, honey," Nathan said, the flush that crept to his face and neck now not one of passion but of embarrassment. He had just known that was going to happen. Sex hadn't felt that good in a long, long time, probably because he was either totally plastered or just going through the motions with some other woman. Sobriety, along with its perks, also had its drawbacks.

Heidi was smiling, and she'd even teased him, but he knew that she had to be disappointed. The first time in months that her husband had returned to their marital bed had hardly been the fulfillment Heidi deserved.

He rested his forehead against her shoulder, and murmured, "I'll make it up to you, I promise." Not tonight though -- he was completely drained. Nothing Heidi could do to him right then would get him to stand at attention again.

Nathan rolled off of her, and once he caught his breath, he leaned in close and nipped at her neck. "That doesn't mean I'm gonna leave you hanging, baby. Come here... there's so much more of you I haven't gotten to touch yet."

He was just about as skilled with his hands as he was with his mouth, and he put both to good use. Nathan lavished her breasts with kisses, sucking her nipples until they became a lovely dark shade of pink, enjoying the cries and moans he brought from her lips. When he found that sweet spot inside of her with his fingers, he knew she was right on the edge.

[petrelliheidi]

It wasn't often one got to see Nathan Petrelli embarrassed, he always liked to be in control of a situation and when he got frustrated a little vein popped out on his hairline, Heidi remembered seeing it that time he tried to put Simon's crib together, she saw it again now.

"Babe, it's okay. Maybe next time I'll seduce you." While it had been a valiant effort, Heidi believed that she would do a much better job and that if she were the in control one, Nathan would last longer. Heidi squeaked when Nathan pulled her close, if she was honest she didn't need his cock, while it was very nice, his mouth and hands were more than enough to get her off.

"Nathan!" Heidi cried out as she came against his fingers, her body shaking from the sensation. "God, you were always so good at that." She kissed him fiercely, smiling. "Did I wear you out?" She wrapped her arm around him, snuggling into him. "I'm going to put that down as a success." She hoped he thought so too.

[fallen_empath]

Peter spent the next week trying to keep himself occupied, work his primary focus. He pulled shift after shift not only with his regular hospice patient, but with the elderly at the nursing home. When he got to the nursing home on Tuesday afternoon, he spent twenty minutes in the bathroom crying when he found out the little old lady with Alzheimer's had passed away in her sleep right after he left the evening before. He had a feeling though, as he rinsed his face with cold water, that that wasn't the only reason for his tears.

Once he composed himself, Peter called his mother. He had to leave a message; she was probably out orchestrating another one of her charity dinners.

"Hey, Mom. It's Peter. I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry I haven't been around in a while. And that I'm doing okay. I love you, Mom. Call me."

He had two missed calls from Heidi and Nathan, but he ignored them and deleted the messages without listening to them. If he talked to either of them, he'd just wind up smashing this new cell phone. Peter almost dreaded leaving work, because once he did, he couldn't push down his bitterness, his regret and anger at how Goddamned stupid he'd been. There were other things he could use for a distraction, though.

He met Shane at the YMCA a couple of times, and they tried to beat each other's times in the pool. They went out for dinner at a really expensive Japanese place on Wednesday night, and he found out that Shane was a model, for Christ's sake, and when Peter tried to pay for his half, Shane just laughed him off and handed him his credit card back. "You can pay me back some other way," Shane teased.

On Saturday night, they went to a gay bar in the West Village, drank until they both couldn't keep their hands off one another, and a cab ride later, Peter paid him back all right, not to mention enjoyed every moment of the proper fucking that he'd really, really needed.

Shane left in the morning, since he had a shoot that afternoon, and Peter showed him out, somewhat glad he didn't have to engage in awkward morning-after conversation. He walked around the apartment in just his underwear, surveying the mess that had been accumulating for the past month. It was his first Sunday off in a long while; he better do some laundry and dishes. Maybe some grocery shopping --

There was a knock at the door, and Peter opened the door without even looking. "What'd you forget -- Heidi? What the hell?!"

[petrelliheidi]

It had been three weeks and while Peter and Nathan seemed okay not being on speaking terms, it did not sit well with Heidi. She needed to talk to him and what, exactly? Apologize? No, because she was not sorry for her actions, she slept with Peter and she had enjoyed it, she had decided to give Nathan another chance and it was the right thing to do.

Sunday morning Heidi decided to go out and do errands while Nathan stayed at home with the boys and one such errand took her near Peter's building, no harm in visiting, right? Once she was inside she started to feel nervous, not about seeing Peter but about something else like there was electricity in the air, Heidi wondered maybe their empathic bond had reestablished itself. On her way up to Peter's apartment, she passed a tall blonde man in the hall who nodded as he passed, Heidi took particular interest in him because one, he was gorgeous and two he had seemed to have come from Peter's apartment? How very odd...well, maybe not that odd, Heidi had always suspected that perhaps Peter was bisexual, she never brought it up, of course, he was the sensitive type.

Heidi knocked on the door and grinned brightly when Peter answered. "Morning Sunshine." The lack of clothing was quite a surprise, she smirked thinking of how his mother would scold him if she had been on the other side of the door right then. She sucked her lips "Is this how you always answer the door? Encyclopedia salesmen must love you."

[fallen_empath]

Peter couldn't very well slam the door in Heidi's face, so he ushered her inside quickly. "Come inside, sit down. Sorry about the mess. Sorry about this," he said, gesturing at himself. "I'll be right back."

Though he couldn't pinpoint the exact moment that the empathic link between himself and Heidi had reestablished itself, he was slightly surprised that he hadn't sensed her approach at all. It was then that a range of emotions that weren't his own flooded over him like a douse of ice water.

She's happy, in love with my brother all over again. She's upset that I wouldn't call them back, worried about me. She's appreciating that good-looking guy who just left my apartment, how my ass looks right now --

He tried not to look like he was making a mad dash for his bedroom, not bothering to shut the door as he rushed to put on some clothes. He grabbed the cleanest pair of jeans he saw, the ones on top of the pile, and then dug around in a dresser drawer for a t-shirt, hoping that the embarrassment burning his cheeks would fade before he had to face her.

Only one other person in the world knew for a fact that Peter saw no difference when it came to love and sex and gender, and now there were definitely two. This was not how he would have chosen for Heidi to find out. And if she hadn't come here, she wouldn't have!

Nathan had hurt both of them, but the outcomes couldn't have been more different: Heidi was fine, and Peter was devastated, and vulnerable, and most of all, angry. That anger swiftly rose to the surface, completely overtaking all other emotions that Heidi might register from him.

"What are you doing here?" Peter demanded, glaring at her.

[petrelliheidi]

Heidi was laughing to herself about the whole situation, Peter was so cute when he was flustered and the fact that he didn't close the door while changing well that was an up for her. She got the feeling that he didn't want to talk about it, actually, she felt that Peter didn't want her there at all but she wasn't about just get up and leave so he could save face.

He was hurting, Heidi didn't need to be told why, the pain of being around him like this was bringing her own chipper mood down to the point where making a run for it would be the better idea but she wasn't going to do that, they needed to talk. Heidi desperately wanted things to be okay between them.

"What am I doing here? You don't return either of our calls, I had to come out and make sure you hadn't thrown yourself out of any more windows." She took his watch from her pocket, placing it on the table. "You can hate me all you want Peter that's fine, I deserve it."

She stood and did a poor impression of her brooding brother-in-law. "'Poor gullible Heidi, she really thinks Nathan is going to change this time? What a joke. She'd be better off with me.'" He didn't say it, but that was what he felt. "I'm going to need you to let it go."

[fallen_empath]

Peter's head ached and his stomach churned; he was actually hungover! Was his life really in such turmoil that it was affecting the cache of special abilities that he had come to embrace, and sometimes even rely on? Peter tried to push down the anger, but Heidi's brutal honesty and poor impression of him just made it worse.

He went to the kitchen, flung open the cabinet that contained his mismatched collection of dishes, and retrieved the half-bottle of Scotch whiskey that Nathan must have left there long ago. He brought it, and two glasses, out to the living room and set everything down on the coffee table. Just because he was pissed off didn't mean he couldn't be a gracious host, right?

"I don't have to get over anything," he said, pouring himself a small bit and swallowing some down. "Nathan is only doing damage control. How do you not see that? It's what he's done his whole damn life. You know that by now, don't you?"

Peter finished the drink, and slammed the glass down so hard it broke in his hand. He winced only reflexively, not really caring about the drops of blood that splashed onto the wooden table.

"Nathan isn't the man you think he is, Heidi," he spat, and immediately regretted the words even before he finished saying them.

Heidi might know why Peter wouldn't speak to her, but she really had no idea why he hadn't returned a single one of his brother's calls. And now Heidi was here, working him up into such an emotional frenzy that he couldn't control his runaway mind.

I'm running for Congress, Pete. You can't keep showing up here. This is the last time. We can't do this anymore, ever. You have to go.

Oh, okay, is that how it is? You can keep fucking those Hunter College sluts out there though, right? Fuck you, Nathan.

Nathan had shoved him out of his office and slammed the door after him, and Peter had just stood there stunned, heartbroken.

He couldn't remember ever feeling worse than he had at that moment, until now. And it was all because of his brother, again.

"I don't hate you, Heidi," he choked, overcome by a wave of unadulterated sadness that drowned his anger and flooded his heart. "I hate Nathan."

[petrelliheidi]

Peter went for the bottle and Heidi rolled her eyes, really she thought he was better than this. She declined his offer to drink, it was too early besides she was trying to stay away from alcohol for Nathan's sake. Heidi let Peter get his anger out, being able to feel it was a crazy disturbing ride which made Heidi wish she did take the offer of alcohol.

When his hand started bleeding, she paled, she knew he had somewhat of a healing ability after what she had seen with her own eyes but those were some deep cuts. Heidi went into the bathroom and got a towel, to wrap around his wounds.

"You know the other night after you left I told him if he kept on this path of destruction, it would be one he would be walking alone. I was fully prepared to just leave, Peter; Take the kids, go back to living with my parents, be settled for a whole week before they tried to pair me up with the bank manager's son. I saw something in Nathan's eyes that night that was akin to terror, the idea that he could lose us? He couldn't handle it. So while this might just be damage control, he's put in a lot more effort in the last couple of weeks than he has in the past year and I for one want to give him the benefit of the doubt."

She pulled the towel away, a normal person and they might have fainted from blood loss by now but not Peter. "I'm not here to beg you to make nice with him, I'm here because I care about you. You can feel it, can't you?" Heidi asked curiously, her empathy was definitely at its strongest when she was around him and even though he was wild right now, Heidi believed she could calm him down.

[fallen_empath]

Peter listened to Heidi talking about his brother, and while he understood everything she was saying, her voice began to sound like it was coming from further and further away. He swiped the tears from his eyes because they were blurring his vision; after he did so, his vision did not clear. What was going on?

Heidi had a white bath towel wrapped around his hand and wrist, and Peter didn't even remember cutting himself. It didn't even hurt.

Nothing hurt, actually. The tears were drying on his face now, and he didn't even remember why he'd been crying. He didn't feel sad, or angry, or even lonely. Heidi was with him. He felt calm and peaceful. Relieved. Like maybe he should go to sleep and it would all be better tomorrow.

But I just got up. It's my birthday today. She came to wish me happy birthday. I forgot my own birthday...

When Heidi pulled back the towel to check on the severity of the wound, Peter watched in detached horror as a deluge of dark red blood poured down from his wrist and soaked into his T-shirt. His favorite pair of jeans was ruined. That towel had been white, hadn't it? He didn't own red towels...

"Heidi, I think you better call 911," Peter whispered dreamily, his eyelids so heavy he couldn't even keep them open. "I think I'm dying."

[petrelliheidi]

Whatever healing power Peter had, it seemed to have flown the coop and right now he was in serious danger. Heidi frantically called 911, as she did her best to keep Peter awake. "Don't punk out on me now Petrelli, I'm not finished with you yet. After the paramedics were called it was time for her to make another phone call, a more harrowing one to make to her husband. He and Peter weren't exactly on speaking terms right now but he needed to be aware of what was happening. The call went straight to the answering machine and Heidi sighed. "Nate, are you there? Pick up. Listen I'm with Peter but he's in a bad way, I've called the paramedics...just, please? I'm scared."

The paramedics showed up shortly after, including a friend of Peter's whom Heidi recognized. He did his best to comfort her while his fellow paramedic checked on Peter. "We're going to have to take him to the hospital, Mrs. Petrelli." Robert said. She probably looked frantic and as pale as Peter did, and she bet Robert thought she needed treatment as well. "Will you be okay?" Robert asked.

"Yeah, I called my husband he's coming over, just please, look after him?"

Robert nodded and then went to assist in taking Peter out of the apartment and downstairs to the ambulance. In the empty apartment that now smelled like blood, it made her nauseous, her body shivering, she collapsed to the floor and threw up then started crying.

[law_anddisorder]

"Here, Dad, it's your turn," Simon said, handing his father the game controller. They were in the middle of a rousing game of -- well, Nathan had no idea what it was called. The only thing he knew was that his character couldn't fly half as well as he himself did, and he almost wished he could show his two sons without scaring them half to death and having to answer a million questions to boot.

"Daddy, can we go outside to play catch later?" Monty asked plaintively. "I wanna play baseball when I'm old enough and Mommy says you could teach me."

"Of course, buddy. I bet you'll be really good at it, too," Nathan replied.

The phone started ringing, but Nathan let the answering machine get the call; Monty was sitting in his lap with a full glass of iced tea and there was no way Nathan was taking the chance of him spilling it all over the expensive deep-pile carpet.

Nate, are you there? Pick up. Listen I'm with Peter, but he's in a bad way, I've called the paramedics...just, please? I'm scared.

Of course, Nathan bolted to his feet and set Monty down on the couch in one swift motion, and the iced tea splattered all over Monty, himself, and said carpet. And the Italian leather sofa. "Shit," he murmured.

"Daddy!" Monty shrieked. "That's a bad word!"

"That's right, and I shouldn't have said it. Good boy. Don't tell your mom." Nathan turned to Simon and placed his hands on his elder son's shoulders.

"Simon, I need you to listen to me, okay? I have to go right now. Your Uncle Peter is sick and he needs me. I'm going to call Grandma and she's going to come get you, okay? Until then, you take your brother upstairs and help him get cleaned up and changed. Use only the sink. You got it?"

"Yeah, I got it. Is Uncle Peter gonna be okay?" Simon asked, taking Monty by the hand and leading him to the stairs.

"He's gonna be fine, bud. Watch over your brother," Nathan commanded, wishing he'd been doing the same. What the hell had Peter done to himself now?

His heart was in his throat, and his hands started to shake as he went outside to the backyard and took off into the bright afternoon sky. His thoughts raced as fast as his flight to Peter's apartment.

Did he try to kill himself? With Heidi standing right there? Oh, my God, what if he doesn't make it? What if it's my fault?

He landed in a deserted side street where he was relatively sure no one would see him, and then he clambered up the seven flights of stairs to Peter's apartment. The door was open, thank God, because he'd forgotten his keys in his haste.

Nathan burst inside and went straight for Heidi, who was shaking and crying and huddled in the middle of Peter's living room. She'd thrown up apparently. The air had an acrid, metallic smell, and once he looked at the sofa, he knew just why. The sight of so much blood -- Peter's blood -- made him feel lightheaded.

"Honey, it's gonna be okay. Let me get you some water."

He went to the kitchen, ran some tap water into a glass for her, and brought it to her, helped her take a sip. Then he reached right for the bottle of Scotch on the table, poured himself some into the glass that wasn't shattered and bloody, and drank it in one swallow. Just to calm his nerves. Heidi would understand.

"What the hell happened to him, Heidi?"

[petrelliheidi]

It had only been a few minutes since she had called him, or maybe it had been longer, time seemed to have no meaning right now but seeing him there relieved Heidi, she wrapped her arm around him, giving him a tight hug.

"I just wanted to talk," Heidi said through her tears as she cradled the glass of water in her hands, every now and then taking a sip. He throat felt like it had closed up and she was desperate for relief. "He expressed his displeasure in the fact that I saw fit to give you a second chance and I guess he squeezed his scotch glass so hard that it broke and went everywhere. I tried to help him but there was so much blood Nathan, it wasn't stopping."

Peter looked surprised by that too like he thought he was going to be okay but suddenly his ability just wasn't there. "I shouldn't have come here," Heidi said quietly, this was her fault. "But we have to go now to the hospital, he can't be there alone." Heidi put her glass down and was still quite shaken as she uneasily walked to the door. She looked back at Nathan. "Where are the kids?" She hoped he hadn't brought them along.

[law_anddisorder]

Nathan was somewhat relieved, one of his fears assuaged. Like Nathan himself, Peter was sometimes a victim of his own self-destructive anger, and he'd just cut himself accidentally. But he should have healed instantly.

No sense in worrying about that now. Obviously that regenerative ability was gone, and Nathan had to have faith that the New York City healthcare system would save his brother's life.

"The kids are with Ma. I didn't take my car. Ask me how later. Where's the SUV parked?" Nathan answered her, helping Heidi get down the seven flights of stairs as quickly as safety would allow.

Once Heidi was buckled inside the car, Nathan got in the driver's seat, then rolled down the passenger side window. "If you feel sick, you throw up right out that window. I'm not stopping."

With a squeal of rubber on asphalt, Nathan floored the accelerator and drove as fast as he possibly could towards the hospital closest to this part of the city. He then picked up his cell phone and speed-dialed his mother.

"Ma, it's Nathan. I don't want to worry you, but Peter's at the hospital, he had a mishap. I'm on my way there now. Simon and Monty are at the house, I couldn't take them with me. Please stay with them until I call you back, all right?"

"Nathan, slow down. What happened?" his mother replied, her worry evident regardless of how he could have explained any situation regarding Peter. His mother had always favored his younger brother, and while that didn't bother Nathan, he just didn't have time to reassure her.

"I gotta go, Ma. I'll call you back." Nathan ended the call and looked over at Heidi. She still looked pale, and her hands were smeared with his brother's blood.

"You doing okay, baby? We're almost there."

[petrelliheidi]

"Out the front." Heidi replied and clung to Nathan as he led her down the stairs, god even that seemed to be a chore, why did Peter have to live up so high? She felt a little better when she was in the car, she closed her eyes and took some deep breaths to try and calm herself. She heard Nathan call his mother, the sheer panic in his voice was heartbreaking, it brought more tears to Heidi's eyes. "I went to wish him a happy birthday." He probably thought they had forgotten, hell it looked like Peter himself had but Heidi remembered.

"I'm not doing okay, no," Heidi answered, at first she thought it was because of shock that she felt sick, but maybe there was more to it? Heidi scrambled to open the glove compartment between the seats and pulled out a paper bag to first breathe into, then throw up in. "It's been a while since I've felt this sick." She was usually a very healthy person, she put it down to the shock of seeing so much blood.

"Are we there yet?" She as one of their sons might do on a long car ride, maybe when they got there, she could take a nap in the car while Nathan sat with Peter.