In My Time of Dying (Part 4)
Title: In My Time of Dying (Part 4 of 7)
Fandom: Heroes
Author: Meli Parker
Word Count: 2539
Rating: R
Characters and Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Warnings: Language, angst, slash
Spoilers: Up to 17
Summary: 2009: Nathan stands alone in his office when he gets a visitor.
Notes: I changed the length to 7 parts. I might even change it to 8. The rest of the story does deal with the same year and for the most part the same night. I wrote this part thinking about how much Nathan believes that Peter will just go ahead and do what he says. Like in episode 14 when Nathan goes tells Peter to sit down and talk about it, Peter kinda goes, "Ok Nathan..." goes to sit down and Nathan just asumes Peter is going to. Then of course Peter runs. That's what this part is really about and Nathan coming to the realisation that Peter isn't going to listen to him. And oh yeah, it's evil!Peter. ;) There are a couple notes at the end of it. The title comes from the Zeppelin song of the same name. Un-beated, any mistakes are my own. Enjoy! :D
2009
Nathan stood alone in the office. He looked at the rounded corners of the walls and the plush carpeting below. The lights were off. The mini-blinds behind his desk were slightly open, letting narrow strips of white light in; it was his only source of light in the rounded room. He stood alone. He turned to the windows and saw how the blinds had just dusted for his arrival. Nathan smiled and thought about his family. He thought about Heidi and the boys. They were still packing, moving. How he loved them. And Claire, she was probably off searching for him again: searching for her uncle; for his brother; for Peter.
Nathan thought about Peter. He wondered what he was up to; if he was ok; if he had new life or if he was stilling living in his newest one. Maybe he was living someone else’s now. Nathan missed him deep down, but he also knew that he couldn’t save him. He tried repeatedly and never succeeded. He was done trying. Nathan was tired of fighting his brother.
“How’s your first day goin’?” asked a cold voice from behind Nathan. He spun around quickly and saw a shadowed figure in a dark baseball cap and equally dark trench coat standing in the middle of the room. His darkened face bore a smirk that was hard to see, but Nathan could almost sense it being there. Long, messy, dark hair stuck out of the cap. The man seemed to radiate darkness. Nathan grew bitter.
“What are you doing here?” Nathan spat. “How’d you get in here; past security?”
“You think I’d have a problem getting past security? Really, Nathan, you don’t give me much credit do you.” The man laughed coldly and sarcastically.
“Get out!” Nathan yelled.
“Nah, I don’t think I will. I came here to visit you after all. It’s been a while.”
Nathan laughed harshly.
“A while? It’s been 2 years.”
“I voted for you,” he said suddenly. Nathan grew curious.
“How’d you do that?”
“The man I voted in place of was gunna vote for the other guy,” he said darkly. Nathan’s eyes grew wide with fright.
“Tell me you didn’t kill him, please.”
“Ok, I didn’t kill him,” he said like it was not that big a deal. Nathan looked at him angrily.
“G-d, Peter! At least act like you care a little bit!”
“Fine! I didn’t kill that man Nathan,” he said more meaningfully. Nathan almost began to smile when Peter said, “I killed his neighbour…and his cow.” Peter laughed a little as Nathan threw a fist down angrily onto the desk.
“Damn it! What the hell are you doing here!? Just leave would ya; I’m trying to move on with my fucking life!”
“Move on, maybe, but fucking, hell no,” Peter responded smirking and laughing.
“G-d damn it Peter,” said Nathan collapsing into the over-sized black chair behind the desk. “Why’d you come here?”
“It’s not everyday your big brother is elected President of the United States,” he said casually, yet menacingly.
“Thanks to you it was a hell of a lot harder.”
“Oh I don’t think so. Everyone has crazy in there family. Seeing a man hold it together and still be able to run for office like you did after all the terrible things his brother did, people connected with that man. They connected with you. Plus, tons of presidents have had messed up brothers.”
“I don’t think serial killer and terrorist is in the same class as ‘Billy Beer,’ Peter,” responded Nathan in an almost mono-toned voice. Nathan could see Peter smile from beneath the shadows.
“You’re probably right about that,” said Peter. Nathan looked at his brother and became very angry once again.
“You know, when you told me you were going to blow up and lose control, you never said it would be intentional!”
“Yeah, sometimes my dreams are wrong I guess,” said Peter smirking once again. Nathan began to fiddle with the arms of his chair as he looked up at Peter, anger lessening.
“Pete, you’re looking more and more like him you know.”
“Yeah, I know,” said Peter scratching the back of his head. “I do that on purpose.”
“So you won’t get caught?” Peter laughed harshly.
“Get caught? That’s the least of my worries, Nate. If I really wanted to hide, I’d just be invisible all the time. Take a leaf out of Claude’s book. No, I do it for another reason.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m not tellin’. You can figure it out,” responded Peter.
“What are you, 7?”
“No, I’m mysterious and the bad guy. If there’s anything I’ve learned from James Bond movies, it’s not to give anything away. That will spoil the surprise in the end.” Nathan looked at Peter seriously. He was going to ask what he meant about James Bond movies, but the part about the surprise at the end…It sparked his curiosity.
“What surprise?” Peter’s crooked mouth twitched into a smirk.
“I’m not gunna ruin it for you Nathan,” said Peter coldly. “So, how’s the family?” Nathan smiled half-heartedly.
“Fine.”
“How’s Heidi, the boys?”
“Fine.”
“How’s Claire?”
“Fine.”
“How are you?”
“Fine.”
“Wanna say something other than fine?”
“Fine.”
“You been thinkin’ about me these past two years?” Peter asked almost flirtatiously.
“No,” said Nathan. “I’m done thinking about you Peter.” Peter smirked and moved to the opposite side of the desk facing Nathan.
“We both know that’s load of shit,” said Peter. “You’ve thought of me everyday since I left. In fact, you were thinking about me a minute before I let you know I was in here.” Nathan’s eyes went wide.
“You were in here already?”
“I just wanted to congratulate you Nathan. That’s why I’m here. Well,” Peter paused. “I also want something.”
“And what’s that?” Nathan responded harshly. Peter made his way to Nathan sitting in his chair. He was smirking wildly at him.
“I think you know,” Peter whispered. Nathan stood up and pushed Peter backwards.
“No,” he said sternly. Peter laughed.
“Why? You afraid the country’s going to find out its new president is some incest, fag, pervert?”
“Shut up Peter,” said Nathan with anger rising quickly in his chest.
“It’s not a bad thing Nathan, it’s just our love for one another in a physical form, not to mention, it’s great.”
“Leave!”
“Why are you suddenly so against it Nathan?” Peter moved closer to Nathan and began stroking Nathan’s back. “We fucked 12 times, each time better than before. I’ve missed it Nathan, I’ve missed you.” Nathan pushed Peter away again.
“I only fucked you to try to get you to come home,” said Nathan coldly. “Every time I’d tell you I would if you came home.
“But, I never did,” said Peter smiling. “You sap, fell for it every single time. My-” -Peter put on an old more meaningful voice- “‘Ok Nathan, I’ll come home with you, but are you sure you wanna do this? You really love me Nathan?’” Peter mocked Nathan. Nathan’s anger exploded inside him. He balled up his fist and threw it wildly at Peter’s face. Peter’s hat flew off his head, long, dirty, dark hair scrambling wildly across his head and face. Peter quickly grabbed the hat and tried to put it back on his head again.
“No,” said Nathan grabbing Peter’s arm. Peter turned his head and looked at Nathan. Staring back at Nathan was someone he hardly recognized. His face was white and dirty with stubble. Eyes cold, dark and bloodshot, he looked as though he hadn’t slept in days. The thing that stood out the most was a long thick scar going from the top of his right eyebrow swerving downward underneath the left eye. Nathan’s lips curved into a small smile. “So that’s what you look like,” he said softly. Peter pushed Nathan’s arm away and slammed the hat onto his head again.
For a moment, Peter was distraught. He didn’t want his brother to see him for what he really was. It was too hard to try and change it. Peter had given into everything he fought against. He was too tired of fighting it. He grew tired of fighting it three years prior. The day he met Sylar for the second time.
“Why didn’t you heal yourself?” Nathan asked Peter.
“I did,” said Peter quietly. “It came back.” Peter looked away and stared at the presidential bookcase. “I woke up one night about 6 months ago in a pain had a never felt before. I looked down at my bed and saw it covered in blood. I put my hand to my face…It was like my face had just split open. There was so much blood, I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel it. It felt like someone had taken a knife and tried to cut my face off…but they missed horribly…Like someone stuck a piece of sheet metal into my face and then pulled it out.” Peter turned and looked at Nathan seriously.
“That’s when I remembered what you tried to do 3 years ago. The day I was going to blow up New York. Hiro…you took his sword when you saw what I was about to do. You got angry at me and threw it at me. It sliced my face and then fell to the ground below covered in blood. I remember, because you looked at me like I was some kind of freak when you watched my face stitch back together. That was the first time you saw me heal.” Peter paused and laughed coldly. “But why 3 years later, huh? Why’d that power decide to give out and in that spot only? It doesn’t make any sense. Why start there...”
Nathan looked at Peter and felt so much remorse for him. “Peter,” said Nathan putting his hand on his shoulder. “Let me help you.” Peter looked up at Nathan and laughed half-heartedly.
“How Nathan? How are you gunna help me?”
“I won’t know until you let me try. That’s all I’ve wanted to do for so long.” Nathan reached to Peter’s cap and pulled it softly off his head. Peter didn’t budge. “I just want you.” Peter smiled.
“I can feel you the strongest Nathan,” said Peter. Peter closed his eyes. “At night, when I lie awake starring at the ceiling, I can feel everything. I can feel every single person on the planet, people dying, being born, taking steps, getting into car crashes, waking up, and eating ice cream. I can feel the world spinning, blades of grass blowing in the wind, storms forming in the sky…And then I would think of you and all the millions of people waking up suddenly didn’t matter or have a purpose…there was only you.” Nathan smiled at Peter and tightened his grip around his brother’s shoulder. Maybe there was hope for Peter. “You help and save me every night Nathan.” Peter looked up at Nathan and opened his sad dark eyes.
Peter moved his face into Nathan’s. Nathan didn’t fight it. Their lips met and they began grabbing at each other like they would never touch the other again. Their bodies fell to the soft crimson carpeting below. Nathan looked at Peter's eyes again as he tried to force his jacket off. For a split second, they were cold and dark, lustful…Peter’s eyes were some kind of evil. Nathan pushed away from Peter and quickly stood up.
“No,” he said looking down at Peter who then proceeded to stand up and adjust his jacket. Peter looked at him confused.
“Why? Nathan, what’s wrong.”
“You’re lying again Peter, you’re not going to change, you’re just going to leave and go back to killing people again!” Peter reached down to the floor and grabbed the hat. As he put it back on his head, Nathan felt cold inside and out. Peter smirked at him.
“I wasn’t lying, but you got me, I’m not going to do what you want, I’m not going to change…but I’m not going to leave. Not yet anyway. I plan on staying for a while.” Nathan shivered and stared down his little brother.
“What are you gunna do Peter?” he asked cautiously. “Kill me?” Peter laughed.
“Why would I want to kill you, Nathan? You’re my brother.”
“Then what are you planning on doing?” Peter smirked wider.
“You’ll see,” he said. Nathan was getting tired of this game. “But I can give you a preview.” Nathan’s ears perked up at the word preview. Nathan was about to respond when there was a knock at the far right door where the staff worked.
“Hey Nathan - I mean, uh, ‘Mr President!’” The deep voice behind the door laughed a little.
“Yeah?” said Nathan trying to act like his serial killer, terrorist, wanted by everybody brother wasn’t in the room with him (And that he wasn’t close to fucking him).
“Got a call from Claire, she’s coming back tonight,” said the voice on the other side. Nathan began to move closer to the door when Peter whispered harshly in his ear.
“Don’t even think that I’m here, or I swear I’ll kill him right on the spot. I’ll make it look like he had a heart attack or a brain aneurism. I swear I will.” Nathan stood, hand hovering over the door’s handle, shaking. Nathan turned around to answer Peter, but he was gone: vanished, into thin air. Nathan shook his head, took an incredibly deep breath and opened the door. He put on his presidential smile.
“Havin’ fun in there taking it all in?” asked Matt Parkman smiling.
“Yeah,” said Nathan. “You’d think someone would think about all the other great presidents that stepped into the room for work every morning, but all I’ve been able to think about is if this is way Martin Sheen felt when he worked on The West Wing.” Matt laughed. Nathan grew serious. “What do you mean Claire is coming back tonight?”
“She thought she found him in Montana, some shack in the middle of nowhere. And she did…What was left anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“It looked like he had just left. There were paintings everywhere.” Matt paused and looked at Nathan seriously. “They were all of you.” Nathan frowned.
“Of me?”
“Claire said it looked like he was using Isaac’s power to keep an eye on you,” said Matt a bit disturbed. Nathan eye’s squinted a little bit.
“He’s been…” started Nathan.
“Yeah,” said Matt. “Listen, I think he’s going to try and come back here to get to you. Claire saw a painting of Peter standing in the oval office behind you.” Nathan bit his lip and tried his best not to think. In his mind, Nathan began to hum, in my time of dying. Matt looked up at Nathan and smiled.
“What?” asked Nathan.
“What’s with the music?
“In my head Parkman?” Nathan replied with a smirk and Matt responded with an adoring smile. The smirk fell from Nathan’s face a second later. “Put security on red alert. He doesn’t get in here.” Matt turned to leave when Nathan said, “And Matt.” He turned back around and looked at Nathan. “Call me when Claire gets in.”
*Couple notes:
-Billy Beer is that beer that Jimmy Carter's brother made. Remember, "I'll just have a Billy" or whatever that slogan was. Summat for the '70s. I was going to go more recent, maybe a Jed Bush joke or even just a Bush joke, but I liked Billy Beer. It fit in nicely. :D
-Use of the word 'fag'. I don't like to use that word because it's incredibly offensive and I'm sorry if it does offend anybody. It's just, Peter's really evil and he needed to sound menicing. I don't think he would sound evil enough if I wrote gay. I hope I didn't offend anyone. :)
-Matt Parkman as head of security-I honestly just want him in there. I also kinda used him more as Eric Weiss popping in and I really wanted to have him say, "Hey, wanna grab a pizza?" ;)
The next chapter is going to blow your f-ing minds! I know it blew my mind.
Fandom: Heroes
Author: Meli Parker
Word Count: 2539
Rating: R
Characters and Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Warnings: Language, angst, slash
Spoilers: Up to 17
Summary: 2009: Nathan stands alone in his office when he gets a visitor.
Notes: I changed the length to 7 parts. I might even change it to 8. The rest of the story does deal with the same year and for the most part the same night. I wrote this part thinking about how much Nathan believes that Peter will just go ahead and do what he says. Like in episode 14 when Nathan goes tells Peter to sit down and talk about it, Peter kinda goes, "Ok Nathan..." goes to sit down and Nathan just asumes Peter is going to. Then of course Peter runs. That's what this part is really about and Nathan coming to the realisation that Peter isn't going to listen to him. And oh yeah, it's evil!Peter. ;) There are a couple notes at the end of it. The title comes from the Zeppelin song of the same name. Un-beated, any mistakes are my own. Enjoy! :D
2009
Nathan stood alone in the office. He looked at the rounded corners of the walls and the plush carpeting below. The lights were off. The mini-blinds behind his desk were slightly open, letting narrow strips of white light in; it was his only source of light in the rounded room. He stood alone. He turned to the windows and saw how the blinds had just dusted for his arrival. Nathan smiled and thought about his family. He thought about Heidi and the boys. They were still packing, moving. How he loved them. And Claire, she was probably off searching for him again: searching for her uncle; for his brother; for Peter.
Nathan thought about Peter. He wondered what he was up to; if he was ok; if he had new life or if he was stilling living in his newest one. Maybe he was living someone else’s now. Nathan missed him deep down, but he also knew that he couldn’t save him. He tried repeatedly and never succeeded. He was done trying. Nathan was tired of fighting his brother.
“How’s your first day goin’?” asked a cold voice from behind Nathan. He spun around quickly and saw a shadowed figure in a dark baseball cap and equally dark trench coat standing in the middle of the room. His darkened face bore a smirk that was hard to see, but Nathan could almost sense it being there. Long, messy, dark hair stuck out of the cap. The man seemed to radiate darkness. Nathan grew bitter.
“What are you doing here?” Nathan spat. “How’d you get in here; past security?”
“You think I’d have a problem getting past security? Really, Nathan, you don’t give me much credit do you.” The man laughed coldly and sarcastically.
“Get out!” Nathan yelled.
“Nah, I don’t think I will. I came here to visit you after all. It’s been a while.”
Nathan laughed harshly.
“A while? It’s been 2 years.”
“I voted for you,” he said suddenly. Nathan grew curious.
“How’d you do that?”
“The man I voted in place of was gunna vote for the other guy,” he said darkly. Nathan’s eyes grew wide with fright.
“Tell me you didn’t kill him, please.”
“Ok, I didn’t kill him,” he said like it was not that big a deal. Nathan looked at him angrily.
“G-d, Peter! At least act like you care a little bit!”
“Fine! I didn’t kill that man Nathan,” he said more meaningfully. Nathan almost began to smile when Peter said, “I killed his neighbour…and his cow.” Peter laughed a little as Nathan threw a fist down angrily onto the desk.
“Damn it! What the hell are you doing here!? Just leave would ya; I’m trying to move on with my fucking life!”
“Move on, maybe, but fucking, hell no,” Peter responded smirking and laughing.
“G-d damn it Peter,” said Nathan collapsing into the over-sized black chair behind the desk. “Why’d you come here?”
“It’s not everyday your big brother is elected President of the United States,” he said casually, yet menacingly.
“Thanks to you it was a hell of a lot harder.”
“Oh I don’t think so. Everyone has crazy in there family. Seeing a man hold it together and still be able to run for office like you did after all the terrible things his brother did, people connected with that man. They connected with you. Plus, tons of presidents have had messed up brothers.”
“I don’t think serial killer and terrorist is in the same class as ‘Billy Beer,’ Peter,” responded Nathan in an almost mono-toned voice. Nathan could see Peter smile from beneath the shadows.
“You’re probably right about that,” said Peter. Nathan looked at his brother and became very angry once again.
“You know, when you told me you were going to blow up and lose control, you never said it would be intentional!”
“Yeah, sometimes my dreams are wrong I guess,” said Peter smirking once again. Nathan began to fiddle with the arms of his chair as he looked up at Peter, anger lessening.
“Pete, you’re looking more and more like him you know.”
“Yeah, I know,” said Peter scratching the back of his head. “I do that on purpose.”
“So you won’t get caught?” Peter laughed harshly.
“Get caught? That’s the least of my worries, Nate. If I really wanted to hide, I’d just be invisible all the time. Take a leaf out of Claude’s book. No, I do it for another reason.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m not tellin’. You can figure it out,” responded Peter.
“What are you, 7?”
“No, I’m mysterious and the bad guy. If there’s anything I’ve learned from James Bond movies, it’s not to give anything away. That will spoil the surprise in the end.” Nathan looked at Peter seriously. He was going to ask what he meant about James Bond movies, but the part about the surprise at the end…It sparked his curiosity.
“What surprise?” Peter’s crooked mouth twitched into a smirk.
“I’m not gunna ruin it for you Nathan,” said Peter coldly. “So, how’s the family?” Nathan smiled half-heartedly.
“Fine.”
“How’s Heidi, the boys?”
“Fine.”
“How’s Claire?”
“Fine.”
“How are you?”
“Fine.”
“Wanna say something other than fine?”
“Fine.”
“You been thinkin’ about me these past two years?” Peter asked almost flirtatiously.
“No,” said Nathan. “I’m done thinking about you Peter.” Peter smirked and moved to the opposite side of the desk facing Nathan.
“We both know that’s load of shit,” said Peter. “You’ve thought of me everyday since I left. In fact, you were thinking about me a minute before I let you know I was in here.” Nathan’s eyes went wide.
“You were in here already?”
“I just wanted to congratulate you Nathan. That’s why I’m here. Well,” Peter paused. “I also want something.”
“And what’s that?” Nathan responded harshly. Peter made his way to Nathan sitting in his chair. He was smirking wildly at him.
“I think you know,” Peter whispered. Nathan stood up and pushed Peter backwards.
“No,” he said sternly. Peter laughed.
“Why? You afraid the country’s going to find out its new president is some incest, fag, pervert?”
“Shut up Peter,” said Nathan with anger rising quickly in his chest.
“It’s not a bad thing Nathan, it’s just our love for one another in a physical form, not to mention, it’s great.”
“Leave!”
“Why are you suddenly so against it Nathan?” Peter moved closer to Nathan and began stroking Nathan’s back. “We fucked 12 times, each time better than before. I’ve missed it Nathan, I’ve missed you.” Nathan pushed Peter away again.
“I only fucked you to try to get you to come home,” said Nathan coldly. “Every time I’d tell you I would if you came home.
“But, I never did,” said Peter smiling. “You sap, fell for it every single time. My-” -Peter put on an old more meaningful voice- “‘Ok Nathan, I’ll come home with you, but are you sure you wanna do this? You really love me Nathan?’” Peter mocked Nathan. Nathan’s anger exploded inside him. He balled up his fist and threw it wildly at Peter’s face. Peter’s hat flew off his head, long, dirty, dark hair scrambling wildly across his head and face. Peter quickly grabbed the hat and tried to put it back on his head again.
“No,” said Nathan grabbing Peter’s arm. Peter turned his head and looked at Nathan. Staring back at Nathan was someone he hardly recognized. His face was white and dirty with stubble. Eyes cold, dark and bloodshot, he looked as though he hadn’t slept in days. The thing that stood out the most was a long thick scar going from the top of his right eyebrow swerving downward underneath the left eye. Nathan’s lips curved into a small smile. “So that’s what you look like,” he said softly. Peter pushed Nathan’s arm away and slammed the hat onto his head again.
For a moment, Peter was distraught. He didn’t want his brother to see him for what he really was. It was too hard to try and change it. Peter had given into everything he fought against. He was too tired of fighting it. He grew tired of fighting it three years prior. The day he met Sylar for the second time.
“Why didn’t you heal yourself?” Nathan asked Peter.
“I did,” said Peter quietly. “It came back.” Peter looked away and stared at the presidential bookcase. “I woke up one night about 6 months ago in a pain had a never felt before. I looked down at my bed and saw it covered in blood. I put my hand to my face…It was like my face had just split open. There was so much blood, I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel it. It felt like someone had taken a knife and tried to cut my face off…but they missed horribly…Like someone stuck a piece of sheet metal into my face and then pulled it out.” Peter turned and looked at Nathan seriously.
“That’s when I remembered what you tried to do 3 years ago. The day I was going to blow up New York. Hiro…you took his sword when you saw what I was about to do. You got angry at me and threw it at me. It sliced my face and then fell to the ground below covered in blood. I remember, because you looked at me like I was some kind of freak when you watched my face stitch back together. That was the first time you saw me heal.” Peter paused and laughed coldly. “But why 3 years later, huh? Why’d that power decide to give out and in that spot only? It doesn’t make any sense. Why start there...”
Nathan looked at Peter and felt so much remorse for him. “Peter,” said Nathan putting his hand on his shoulder. “Let me help you.” Peter looked up at Nathan and laughed half-heartedly.
“How Nathan? How are you gunna help me?”
“I won’t know until you let me try. That’s all I’ve wanted to do for so long.” Nathan reached to Peter’s cap and pulled it softly off his head. Peter didn’t budge. “I just want you.” Peter smiled.
“I can feel you the strongest Nathan,” said Peter. Peter closed his eyes. “At night, when I lie awake starring at the ceiling, I can feel everything. I can feel every single person on the planet, people dying, being born, taking steps, getting into car crashes, waking up, and eating ice cream. I can feel the world spinning, blades of grass blowing in the wind, storms forming in the sky…And then I would think of you and all the millions of people waking up suddenly didn’t matter or have a purpose…there was only you.” Nathan smiled at Peter and tightened his grip around his brother’s shoulder. Maybe there was hope for Peter. “You help and save me every night Nathan.” Peter looked up at Nathan and opened his sad dark eyes.
Peter moved his face into Nathan’s. Nathan didn’t fight it. Their lips met and they began grabbing at each other like they would never touch the other again. Their bodies fell to the soft crimson carpeting below. Nathan looked at Peter's eyes again as he tried to force his jacket off. For a split second, they were cold and dark, lustful…Peter’s eyes were some kind of evil. Nathan pushed away from Peter and quickly stood up.
“No,” he said looking down at Peter who then proceeded to stand up and adjust his jacket. Peter looked at him confused.
“Why? Nathan, what’s wrong.”
“You’re lying again Peter, you’re not going to change, you’re just going to leave and go back to killing people again!” Peter reached down to the floor and grabbed the hat. As he put it back on his head, Nathan felt cold inside and out. Peter smirked at him.
“I wasn’t lying, but you got me, I’m not going to do what you want, I’m not going to change…but I’m not going to leave. Not yet anyway. I plan on staying for a while.” Nathan shivered and stared down his little brother.
“What are you gunna do Peter?” he asked cautiously. “Kill me?” Peter laughed.
“Why would I want to kill you, Nathan? You’re my brother.”
“Then what are you planning on doing?” Peter smirked wider.
“You’ll see,” he said. Nathan was getting tired of this game. “But I can give you a preview.” Nathan’s ears perked up at the word preview. Nathan was about to respond when there was a knock at the far right door where the staff worked.
“Hey Nathan - I mean, uh, ‘Mr President!’” The deep voice behind the door laughed a little.
“Yeah?” said Nathan trying to act like his serial killer, terrorist, wanted by everybody brother wasn’t in the room with him (And that he wasn’t close to fucking him).
“Got a call from Claire, she’s coming back tonight,” said the voice on the other side. Nathan began to move closer to the door when Peter whispered harshly in his ear.
“Don’t even think that I’m here, or I swear I’ll kill him right on the spot. I’ll make it look like he had a heart attack or a brain aneurism. I swear I will.” Nathan stood, hand hovering over the door’s handle, shaking. Nathan turned around to answer Peter, but he was gone: vanished, into thin air. Nathan shook his head, took an incredibly deep breath and opened the door. He put on his presidential smile.
“Havin’ fun in there taking it all in?” asked Matt Parkman smiling.
“Yeah,” said Nathan. “You’d think someone would think about all the other great presidents that stepped into the room for work every morning, but all I’ve been able to think about is if this is way Martin Sheen felt when he worked on The West Wing.” Matt laughed. Nathan grew serious. “What do you mean Claire is coming back tonight?”
“She thought she found him in Montana, some shack in the middle of nowhere. And she did…What was left anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“It looked like he had just left. There were paintings everywhere.” Matt paused and looked at Nathan seriously. “They were all of you.” Nathan frowned.
“Of me?”
“Claire said it looked like he was using Isaac’s power to keep an eye on you,” said Matt a bit disturbed. Nathan eye’s squinted a little bit.
“He’s been…” started Nathan.
“Yeah,” said Matt. “Listen, I think he’s going to try and come back here to get to you. Claire saw a painting of Peter standing in the oval office behind you.” Nathan bit his lip and tried his best not to think. In his mind, Nathan began to hum, in my time of dying. Matt looked up at Nathan and smiled.
“What?” asked Nathan.
“What’s with the music?
“In my head Parkman?” Nathan replied with a smirk and Matt responded with an adoring smile. The smirk fell from Nathan’s face a second later. “Put security on red alert. He doesn’t get in here.” Matt turned to leave when Nathan said, “And Matt.” He turned back around and looked at Nathan. “Call me when Claire gets in.”
*Couple notes:
-Billy Beer is that beer that Jimmy Carter's brother made. Remember, "I'll just have a Billy" or whatever that slogan was. Summat for the '70s. I was going to go more recent, maybe a Jed Bush joke or even just a Bush joke, but I liked Billy Beer. It fit in nicely. :D
-Use of the word 'fag'. I don't like to use that word because it's incredibly offensive and I'm sorry if it does offend anybody. It's just, Peter's really evil and he needed to sound menicing. I don't think he would sound evil enough if I wrote gay. I hope I didn't offend anyone. :)
-Matt Parkman as head of security-I honestly just want him in there. I also kinda used him more as Eric Weiss popping in and I really wanted to have him say, "Hey, wanna grab a pizza?" ;)
The next chapter is going to blow your f-ing minds! I know it blew my mind.