In My Time of Dying (Part 2)
Title: In My Time of Dying (Part 2 of 5)
Fandom: Heroes
Author: Meli Parker
Word Count: 1051
Rating: R
Characters and Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Warnings: Language, angst, slash and alcohol: the answer (and cause) to all life's problems!
Spoilers: Up to 17
Summary: 2002: Peter and Nathan go out to their favourite bar for a brother's night out.
Notes: This chapter is only very slightly Nathan/Peter. You'll probably be able to tell I'm new at the whole writting slash thing. This is probably the lightest chapter of the story and is the shortest. There are a couple Supernatural *winks* in this chapter (1 being very obvious, the other maybe not). The next chapter goes into the darkness of Peter and Nathan. The title comes from the Zeppelin song of the same name. Un-beated, any mistakes are my own. Enjoy! :D
2002
“I hate it Nathan!” Peter exclaimed. He and Nathan sat in their favourite bar in the east village. Football played loudly on the television behind them as well as some classic rock through the speakers. Nathan took a sip of beer.
“You’ll get used to it. It’s gets fun after a while,” he said smiling at Peter. Peter looked at him and rolled his eyes.
“You like being a lawyer, I don’t. I don’t like to argue. You do. Dad does. Hell, even Mom does! I don’t. I’d much rather do something else,” said Peter. He took a sip of his own beer.
“Like what Peter?” asked Nathan. Peter looked at him and shrugged.
“I dunno. I don’t really wanna do anything.” Nathan laughed.
“That’ll get you far in life Pete.” Peter looked at Nathan and smiled.
“You’re right like always, I guess.” A pretty waitress in a maroon outfit walked past Peter and Nathan’s table. “Watch this,” said Peter smirking. Peter got the waitress’ attention. She had brown curly hair tied up in a loose bun. “Two more and two shots please.” He smiled at her. She smiled back.
“Two shots of anything in particular?” she asked. Peter looked at her seductively.
“Bring me what you like,” he said smirking just a little bit. “And maybe your phone number too.” She tucked a loose bang behind her ear and smiled.
“I’ll, be right back with your drinks.” She left to put in their order. Nathan clapped Peter on the back.
“Damn man, when’d you get so good at that?” said Nathan smiling at his little brother. Peter looked at him and then finished off his beer.
“Just am.” The waitress returned with their drinks on a brown platter she carried on her shoulder. Peter looked up at her with his sapping brown eyes as she set the beers and shots down on the table. She reached into her smock and placed a piece of white paper into Peter’s jacket pocket.
“Enjoy your purple nurples,” she whispered seductively into Peter’s ear. She pulled back and smiled at him and then politely at Nathan. She then returned to her job. Nathan smiled and laughed again. He rose a cocky eyebrow at his brother and said,
“So, you gunna show her how Italians do it better or are you lacking in the Sicilian package?” Peter rolled up a napkin and threw it at Nathan.
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
Nathan had to practically carry Peter into his apartment he was so smashed. It didn’t help that Nathan himself was rather intoxicated, but he had to be there for Peter. Nathan was the one who always had to be there for Peter. “C’mon, Peter, help me out here.” Peter’s entire body weight pressed itself upon Nathan’s shoulder.
“Mmm…hhm,” said Peter, reaching sloppily for the door handle.
The white door opened and Nathan entered Peter’s apartment. He closed the door with his foot and tried to get Peter to the couch. Peter’s body weight shifted and he fell smack into Nathan’s chest. Nathan looked down at his half-passed out little brother. Peter’s eyes opened slightly. It looked as though his eyelids weighed 50 pounds. “I love you Nathan,” he muttered.
He reached his head up and kissed Nathan hard on the lips. Nathan kept his firmly shut and let Peter continue press his soft, wet mouth against his. Then Peter opened his mouth and tried to make Nathan open his. Nathan pushed Peter away and let his body fall to the ground.
“Quit it would ya Pete,” said Nathan harshly. Peter started laughing as he lay on the wood floors of his flat. “What’s wrong with you?”
“All I want for you to do is take my body home, well, well, so I can die easy!” Peter sang drunkenly. Nathan smirked.
“Zeppelin? Where’d that come from? You don’t even like them, which I still find incredibly wrong by the way.” Peter’s laughed stopped and he looked up at Nathan from the floor. He looked at him like he had just remembered something important and amazing.
“The road trip,” said Peter. “Remember Meredith and Claire?” Nathan looked at his brother with intense anger. The burning sensation rose in his chest quickly. He kicked his brother in the stomach. Peter yelled out in pain.
“What’d ya do that for!” he yelled, slurring.
“Fuck you Peter!” Nathan yelled. He didn’t know why he was so angry. It might have been the alcohol; maybe he had just wanted to forget. Then Peter had to go remind him about his one and only time he truly failed. “I told you never to say anything about that, remember! Never fucking mention it again or I swear I’ll do worse than just kick you.” Peter began to laugh again rolling around on the floor.
“You’re funny when you’re angry Nate!” he said. Nathan rolled his eyes.
Somehow, Nathan got Peter onto his bed. Peter looked up at his brother in the dark. “You can’t go home tonight Nathan,” said Peter softly. “You’re too drunk.” Nathan sat down on the edge of Peter’s bed. He looked back at Peter.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “I think you’re right.” Peter smiled.
“Lie down next to me Nate,” said Peter. Nathan’s eyebrows sunk into his eyes a little bit.
“No…”
“Yes.” Nathan grew worried. He couldn’t do that…especially with his brother.
I can’t do this. Nathan thought.
“Yeah you can Nathan.” Nathan grew confused.
“What?”
“You can do this?” Nathan frowned.
“How’d you know I was thinking that?” he asked.
“I dunno. Maybe I’m psychic,” said Peter smirking and laughing. Nathan smiled, still worried.
“You are so drunk Peter,” he said.
“So are you Nate.” Nathan rose from Peter’s bed.
“I’ll see you later Peter,” he said looking back at his brother.
“Stay,” said Peter weakly as though he was about to pass out.
“No, I’m sorry Peter. I have to get home to Heidi and Monty and Simon. I’m not going to not be there for them this time. I’m going to do things right with my kids so that when I’m not there anymore, they’ll have known their Dad cared about them. In my time of dying, they’ll know.”
“Profound,” said Peter laughing a little. Nathan stood in the doorway of Peter’s room. He smiled.
“Night Pete.”
Fandom: Heroes
Author: Meli Parker
Word Count: 1051
Rating: R
Characters and Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Warnings: Language, angst, slash and alcohol: the answer (and cause) to all life's problems!
Spoilers: Up to 17
Summary: 2002: Peter and Nathan go out to their favourite bar for a brother's night out.
Notes: This chapter is only very slightly Nathan/Peter. You'll probably be able to tell I'm new at the whole writting slash thing. This is probably the lightest chapter of the story and is the shortest. There are a couple Supernatural *winks* in this chapter (1 being very obvious, the other maybe not). The next chapter goes into the darkness of Peter and Nathan. The title comes from the Zeppelin song of the same name. Un-beated, any mistakes are my own. Enjoy! :D
2002
“I hate it Nathan!” Peter exclaimed. He and Nathan sat in their favourite bar in the east village. Football played loudly on the television behind them as well as some classic rock through the speakers. Nathan took a sip of beer.
“You’ll get used to it. It’s gets fun after a while,” he said smiling at Peter. Peter looked at him and rolled his eyes.
“You like being a lawyer, I don’t. I don’t like to argue. You do. Dad does. Hell, even Mom does! I don’t. I’d much rather do something else,” said Peter. He took a sip of his own beer.
“Like what Peter?” asked Nathan. Peter looked at him and shrugged.
“I dunno. I don’t really wanna do anything.” Nathan laughed.
“That’ll get you far in life Pete.” Peter looked at Nathan and smiled.
“You’re right like always, I guess.” A pretty waitress in a maroon outfit walked past Peter and Nathan’s table. “Watch this,” said Peter smirking. Peter got the waitress’ attention. She had brown curly hair tied up in a loose bun. “Two more and two shots please.” He smiled at her. She smiled back.
“Two shots of anything in particular?” she asked. Peter looked at her seductively.
“Bring me what you like,” he said smirking just a little bit. “And maybe your phone number too.” She tucked a loose bang behind her ear and smiled.
“I’ll, be right back with your drinks.” She left to put in their order. Nathan clapped Peter on the back.
“Damn man, when’d you get so good at that?” said Nathan smiling at his little brother. Peter looked at him and then finished off his beer.
“Just am.” The waitress returned with their drinks on a brown platter she carried on her shoulder. Peter looked up at her with his sapping brown eyes as she set the beers and shots down on the table. She reached into her smock and placed a piece of white paper into Peter’s jacket pocket.
“Enjoy your purple nurples,” she whispered seductively into Peter’s ear. She pulled back and smiled at him and then politely at Nathan. She then returned to her job. Nathan smiled and laughed again. He rose a cocky eyebrow at his brother and said,
“So, you gunna show her how Italians do it better or are you lacking in the Sicilian package?” Peter rolled up a napkin and threw it at Nathan.
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
Nathan had to practically carry Peter into his apartment he was so smashed. It didn’t help that Nathan himself was rather intoxicated, but he had to be there for Peter. Nathan was the one who always had to be there for Peter. “C’mon, Peter, help me out here.” Peter’s entire body weight pressed itself upon Nathan’s shoulder.
“Mmm…hhm,” said Peter, reaching sloppily for the door handle.
The white door opened and Nathan entered Peter’s apartment. He closed the door with his foot and tried to get Peter to the couch. Peter’s body weight shifted and he fell smack into Nathan’s chest. Nathan looked down at his half-passed out little brother. Peter’s eyes opened slightly. It looked as though his eyelids weighed 50 pounds. “I love you Nathan,” he muttered.
He reached his head up and kissed Nathan hard on the lips. Nathan kept his firmly shut and let Peter continue press his soft, wet mouth against his. Then Peter opened his mouth and tried to make Nathan open his. Nathan pushed Peter away and let his body fall to the ground.
“Quit it would ya Pete,” said Nathan harshly. Peter started laughing as he lay on the wood floors of his flat. “What’s wrong with you?”
“All I want for you to do is take my body home, well, well, so I can die easy!” Peter sang drunkenly. Nathan smirked.
“Zeppelin? Where’d that come from? You don’t even like them, which I still find incredibly wrong by the way.” Peter’s laughed stopped and he looked up at Nathan from the floor. He looked at him like he had just remembered something important and amazing.
“The road trip,” said Peter. “Remember Meredith and Claire?” Nathan looked at his brother with intense anger. The burning sensation rose in his chest quickly. He kicked his brother in the stomach. Peter yelled out in pain.
“What’d ya do that for!” he yelled, slurring.
“Fuck you Peter!” Nathan yelled. He didn’t know why he was so angry. It might have been the alcohol; maybe he had just wanted to forget. Then Peter had to go remind him about his one and only time he truly failed. “I told you never to say anything about that, remember! Never fucking mention it again or I swear I’ll do worse than just kick you.” Peter began to laugh again rolling around on the floor.
“You’re funny when you’re angry Nate!” he said. Nathan rolled his eyes.
Somehow, Nathan got Peter onto his bed. Peter looked up at his brother in the dark. “You can’t go home tonight Nathan,” said Peter softly. “You’re too drunk.” Nathan sat down on the edge of Peter’s bed. He looked back at Peter.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “I think you’re right.” Peter smiled.
“Lie down next to me Nate,” said Peter. Nathan’s eyebrows sunk into his eyes a little bit.
“No…”
“Yes.” Nathan grew worried. He couldn’t do that…especially with his brother.
I can’t do this. Nathan thought.
“Yeah you can Nathan.” Nathan grew confused.
“What?”
“You can do this?” Nathan frowned.
“How’d you know I was thinking that?” he asked.
“I dunno. Maybe I’m psychic,” said Peter smirking and laughing. Nathan smiled, still worried.
“You are so drunk Peter,” he said.
“So are you Nate.” Nathan rose from Peter’s bed.
“I’ll see you later Peter,” he said looking back at his brother.
“Stay,” said Peter weakly as though he was about to pass out.
“No, I’m sorry Peter. I have to get home to Heidi and Monty and Simon. I’m not going to not be there for them this time. I’m going to do things right with my kids so that when I’m not there anymore, they’ll have known their Dad cared about them. In my time of dying, they’ll know.”
“Profound,” said Peter laughing a little. Nathan stood in the doorway of Peter’s room. He smiled.
“Night Pete.”