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Title: Shockwaves (2/?)
Disclaimer: The characters herein and any familiar names belong to NBC’s Heroes, they are not mine and I’m not saying they are. The situations and plot are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Note- At this point the story is PG-13; I fully intend to make this /R by the end of it though. You have been warned.
Summary: After the events of Season 1 the Heroes must go on with their lives. But can they?
Authors Note: This will become AU very quickly due to the fact that we are about to get a new episode on the 23rd! I will still continue with the rules, and characters I have set up. Its just another idea for Season 2 in my mind.
Special Thanks to wantyousafe for being a great Beta.
Peter and Jenny separated a few blocks away from Casey’s thirty minutes later with the promise to do something later that night. Walking down the street Peter glanced backwards and saw Jenny between the cars on her way back to take care of whatever socialite she had this month. Peter laughed as Jenny threw the remainder of her lunch at an unlucky taxi that failed to stop quick enough to allow her to cross the street. She might sound like a wilting Southern Belle when she wanted to he thought, but she sure as hell wasn’t one.
Waving a last goodbye, Peter turned and continued back down the street. This was a good thing, He thought. The two of us planning a night out together, this was exactly what I need right now to get back into normal life.
But then Peter noted that nothing was normal about growing up in the Petrelli family. Well Nathan had a normal childhood. Football, girlfriends, full rides to all the Ivy Leagues had been Nathan’s path. That wasn’t Peter’s and it had never really bothered him. There was only room for one Nathan in the world. If Peter had been just like his older brother they would have been fighting over girls, instead of Peter running interference while Nathan dated multiple ones at a time.
Though ever since Nathan had gotten married, Peter’s love life became the topic of family gatherings. Whenever Nathan wanted the pressure off of himself he would ask, "So Pete . . . how is the relationship with Kylie/Sarah/Jenny?" Of course Nathan never actually knew the names of Peter’s girlfriends; he just reached for the names he heard the most. But that was all the family needed to talk about the poor baby who couldn’t settle down.
Nathan had never been able to understand why Peter had never attempted to date Jenny.
Peter laughed at the thought. Nathan would love it if they dated. She was his favorite line of questioning when the girlfriend discussion came up. Nathan had never liked Peter’s last long term girlfriend, Becca Gilman. California Trash is what he called her under the table around his wife, but to Peter’s face. Becca was a wannabe actress, and that was never good enough for the family.
But they liked Jenny. Yes she was a Nurse, but she ran in the right circles back home. An old New Orleans family, with a condo in the Quarter right above the restaurant that her family ran for the fun was good enough for them. Her family might still not have the kind of money they started out with, and she was not poor by any means. And most importantly they still had a good name. And the Name was important. And being a member of the Krewe of Rex, she gained excellent standing in the Petrelli family. Anything that could bring in southern votes if Nathan ever ran for President was good in their eyes.
But Peter had never been able to explain to Nathan why the idea of being romantic in anyway with Jenny just seemed wrong. But he knew that Nathan would be thrilled if he at least pretended for the press that the younger brother of New York’s newest and greatest Senator was seeing a "first-class" Southern Debutant. Peter felt like he had a level of maturity on his older brother, just the fact that he could be friends with an attractive girl and not want to bed her put him far above Nathan in such matters.
Jenny and Peter had spent the meal trying to catch up. He still hadn’t met her latest prospect, a Police Detective that she had met through a mutual friend about a week earlier, and he had bugged her throughout the entire meal about him.
Crossing the street back the direction of his apartment, Peter glanced up at the weather. It was surprisingly cold for this time of year, there had been an artic front the day before and New York had not fully been prepared. But it didn’t bother him; he had always loved the cold. When the family discussed where to go on vacation when he was in High School he always wanted North, Nathan always wanted South.
Pulling his tan jacket closer, Peter began to walk faster down the street. Thinking about how he wished he could tell Jenny the real reason why he had quit his job abruptly eight months earlier. He also realized that could never tell her how close she and everyone in New York had come to dieing if he and others like him hadn’t stopped it.
Not paying attention, Peter missed the curb and almost fell forward. Catching himself he realized that wasn’t exactly true. He hadn’t stopped it. Someone else had to save him.
Like he had seen his vision in Odessa, he went nuclear on Election Day. Nathan had just won by a landslide and everything about that cold November day said that it would be normal. But Peter and others like him knew that wasn’t going to be the case. It played out almost exactly as he had seen, but with some slight alterations. The longer he had Isaac’s powers the more he realized that seeing the future wasn’t like watching a film. It was a representation of what could happen, not what would actually occur.
Like in the vision as everyone ran from him, Nathan walked forward and stopped.
"Nathan I can’t control it!"
"I know," Nathan said. "Take my hand Peter."
Taking his brothers hand, Peter began to feel a burning heat boil up inside of him, a look of fear flashed in front of Nathan’s face for a split second before it became masked. Peter had only seen his brother afraid on a handful of occasions and it started him.
Peter’s eyes began to turn a deep red and Nathan dropped his hand.
"Nathan?" Peter questioned, terrified. He reached out to his brother trying to catch a coat-tail but Nathan continued to back away from him, as an odd look came over his face. Nathan suddenly didn’t look like Peter’s older brother, a face he had memorized by the time he was five. He seemed like a different person. And he was leaving him in the street. Peter had a flash of horror when he realized that Nathan would not be leaving him. That he would die with him.
But it happened before he could even raise his voice in warning.
He couldn’t control it any longer; he felt the energy escape him with a scream. After the first burst of a searingly painful expulsion of energy came a calm that he had never expected or even would have been able to hope for. Looking out, Peter saw everything was tinted with rippling red, and Nathan still was standing about five feet away from him.
"How is he not dead?" Peter thought with a mixture of fear and hope, "Something is wrong."
As he looked closer he saw Nathan begin to shake violently with his hand in front of him as if he was touching the walls of an aquarium. He had the warped, disjointed look as if Peter was seeing him from a great distance. It was like he was in a glass bottle of red liquid light.
"What is going on?" Peter thought in shock. "Is Nathan controlling the energy? He can’t be!"
Then Peter saw something he had not expected, because he knew his thought had to be wrong.
There was no way that Nathan could be controlling the energy.
He began to feel the energy get hotter and hotter. He became even more worried, though he didn’t understand what was happening, he knew that this would hurt Nathan and might affect whatever he was doing.
Peter saw Nathan shake even more violently; sweat poring down his handsome face. Nathan fell forward to his knees, but he kept his left hand up against the wall of energy like a child at an aquarium.
It’s the random things you notice in moments of great distress. Nathan was right handed.
Peter began to grow more and more drained as he watched his brother, then something even more unexpected started to happen.
Nathan began to flicker in and out like an old television set as Peter began to put the thought into his mind that this might not be his brother he was standing next to.
Suddenly the image of his brother was gone, like he had never been there. In his place was a striking, dark-haired man that Peter knew only too well. Sylar.
Fear and uncertainty went though Peter’s mind, his last major encounter with Sylar had left him almost dead. He had been able to control his powers enough in the attack to violently propel Sylar away from him, knocking him out against the far wall. After Mohinder had transported him to his family’s home, leaving Sylar on the floor,
Claire had been the only thing that had saved his life. He had never expected her to be in his home, and having her reappear and reconnect with him had allowed himself to slowly pull himself back to life.
But there he was. Kneeling on the ground a stone’s throw away was the most dangerous man he had ever met.
Sylar was fully supporting his weight against the wall of energy and from the looks of it, as Peter glanced around him the best that he could, holding it to a small contained area. Peter wasn’t sure why he was doing this let alone how, but he became nervous as Sylar became more and more visibility exhausted. He couldn’t tell how much longer that he could hold on. He did not know this man’s strength.
And then as suddenly as it had started it stopped.
Sylar fell forward to the ground with a crash as Peter collapsed forward on his knees a few feet away catching himself with his hands. Looking around, not sure of what had just occurred, Peter saw that he was surrounded by a ten foot wide circle of scorched concrete. Glancing up he saw the motionless form of a young man lying on the ground just outside the circle.
Sylar wasn’t moving.
Peter crawled to his side and rolled him over. He was barely taking in breath. Glancing down he noticed that when Sylar was unconscious, he didn’t look like a man who could commit the tragedies that he had done in waking. Peter brought his ear close to his chest and heard a faint heartbeat. Sitting up he knew that Sylar was barely alive and that he would die if Peter did nothing.
Nothing was a tempting option he had to admit to himself. Things would be much simpler without always having to watch his back. Claire would be safe, so would everyone else who was special. Sylar killed Isaac not to much earlier before, Peter had found his body not long after and had been forced to leave it so not to arise suspicion on himself. Sylar’s new powers must have been how he had known about Peter exploding. Peter also realized that at some point he must have killed a shape-shifter or an illusionist to have created the image of Nathan.
Glancing back down to the dieing man at his feet, he wondered what he ought to do for a second. Nathan would say that it was an acceptable loss. But that was the difference between him and his brother.
Whatever had caused this monster to save him and all of New York he wouldn’t question, but Peter knew that he just couldn’t let Sylar die on the pavement.
As Peter shuttered at the memory, realizing that was exactly why he couldn’t tell Jenny or any of his friends anything, his phone rang in his jacket pocket. Pulling it out he glanced down at the Caller ID.
Gabriel Gray
Ok guys PLEASE comment. Tell me if you like it, and also tell me what you don't like. Thats how it will get better!
Also if I feel like no one is actually reading/liking the story I might go on to another one. I don't want to SPAM the group if no one even wants it! :)
Disclaimer: The characters herein and any familiar names belong to NBC’s Heroes, they are not mine and I’m not saying they are. The situations and plot are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Note- At this point the story is PG-13; I fully intend to make this /R by the end of it though. You have been warned.
Summary: After the events of Season 1 the Heroes must go on with their lives. But can they?
Authors Note: This will become AU very quickly due to the fact that we are about to get a new episode on the 23rd! I will still continue with the rules, and characters I have set up. Its just another idea for Season 2 in my mind.
Special Thanks to wantyousafe for being a great Beta.
Peter and Jenny separated a few blocks away from Casey’s thirty minutes later with the promise to do something later that night. Walking down the street Peter glanced backwards and saw Jenny between the cars on her way back to take care of whatever socialite she had this month. Peter laughed as Jenny threw the remainder of her lunch at an unlucky taxi that failed to stop quick enough to allow her to cross the street. She might sound like a wilting Southern Belle when she wanted to he thought, but she sure as hell wasn’t one.
Waving a last goodbye, Peter turned and continued back down the street. This was a good thing, He thought. The two of us planning a night out together, this was exactly what I need right now to get back into normal life.
But then Peter noted that nothing was normal about growing up in the Petrelli family. Well Nathan had a normal childhood. Football, girlfriends, full rides to all the Ivy Leagues had been Nathan’s path. That wasn’t Peter’s and it had never really bothered him. There was only room for one Nathan in the world. If Peter had been just like his older brother they would have been fighting over girls, instead of Peter running interference while Nathan dated multiple ones at a time.
Though ever since Nathan had gotten married, Peter’s love life became the topic of family gatherings. Whenever Nathan wanted the pressure off of himself he would ask, "So Pete . . . how is the relationship with Kylie/Sarah/Jenny?" Of course Nathan never actually knew the names of Peter’s girlfriends; he just reached for the names he heard the most. But that was all the family needed to talk about the poor baby who couldn’t settle down.
Nathan had never been able to understand why Peter had never attempted to date Jenny.
Peter laughed at the thought. Nathan would love it if they dated. She was his favorite line of questioning when the girlfriend discussion came up. Nathan had never liked Peter’s last long term girlfriend, Becca Gilman. California Trash is what he called her under the table around his wife, but to Peter’s face. Becca was a wannabe actress, and that was never good enough for the family.
But they liked Jenny. Yes she was a Nurse, but she ran in the right circles back home. An old New Orleans family, with a condo in the Quarter right above the restaurant that her family ran for the fun was good enough for them. Her family might still not have the kind of money they started out with, and she was not poor by any means. And most importantly they still had a good name. And the Name was important. And being a member of the Krewe of Rex, she gained excellent standing in the Petrelli family. Anything that could bring in southern votes if Nathan ever ran for President was good in their eyes.
But Peter had never been able to explain to Nathan why the idea of being romantic in anyway with Jenny just seemed wrong. But he knew that Nathan would be thrilled if he at least pretended for the press that the younger brother of New York’s newest and greatest Senator was seeing a "first-class" Southern Debutant. Peter felt like he had a level of maturity on his older brother, just the fact that he could be friends with an attractive girl and not want to bed her put him far above Nathan in such matters.
Jenny and Peter had spent the meal trying to catch up. He still hadn’t met her latest prospect, a Police Detective that she had met through a mutual friend about a week earlier, and he had bugged her throughout the entire meal about him.
Crossing the street back the direction of his apartment, Peter glanced up at the weather. It was surprisingly cold for this time of year, there had been an artic front the day before and New York had not fully been prepared. But it didn’t bother him; he had always loved the cold. When the family discussed where to go on vacation when he was in High School he always wanted North, Nathan always wanted South.
Pulling his tan jacket closer, Peter began to walk faster down the street. Thinking about how he wished he could tell Jenny the real reason why he had quit his job abruptly eight months earlier. He also realized that could never tell her how close she and everyone in New York had come to dieing if he and others like him hadn’t stopped it.
Not paying attention, Peter missed the curb and almost fell forward. Catching himself he realized that wasn’t exactly true. He hadn’t stopped it. Someone else had to save him.
Like he had seen his vision in Odessa, he went nuclear on Election Day. Nathan had just won by a landslide and everything about that cold November day said that it would be normal. But Peter and others like him knew that wasn’t going to be the case. It played out almost exactly as he had seen, but with some slight alterations. The longer he had Isaac’s powers the more he realized that seeing the future wasn’t like watching a film. It was a representation of what could happen, not what would actually occur.
Like in the vision as everyone ran from him, Nathan walked forward and stopped.
"Nathan I can’t control it!"
"I know," Nathan said. "Take my hand Peter."
Taking his brothers hand, Peter began to feel a burning heat boil up inside of him, a look of fear flashed in front of Nathan’s face for a split second before it became masked. Peter had only seen his brother afraid on a handful of occasions and it started him.
Peter’s eyes began to turn a deep red and Nathan dropped his hand.
"Nathan?" Peter questioned, terrified. He reached out to his brother trying to catch a coat-tail but Nathan continued to back away from him, as an odd look came over his face. Nathan suddenly didn’t look like Peter’s older brother, a face he had memorized by the time he was five. He seemed like a different person. And he was leaving him in the street. Peter had a flash of horror when he realized that Nathan would not be leaving him. That he would die with him.
But it happened before he could even raise his voice in warning.
He couldn’t control it any longer; he felt the energy escape him with a scream. After the first burst of a searingly painful expulsion of energy came a calm that he had never expected or even would have been able to hope for. Looking out, Peter saw everything was tinted with rippling red, and Nathan still was standing about five feet away from him.
"How is he not dead?" Peter thought with a mixture of fear and hope, "Something is wrong."
As he looked closer he saw Nathan begin to shake violently with his hand in front of him as if he was touching the walls of an aquarium. He had the warped, disjointed look as if Peter was seeing him from a great distance. It was like he was in a glass bottle of red liquid light.
"What is going on?" Peter thought in shock. "Is Nathan controlling the energy? He can’t be!"
Then Peter saw something he had not expected, because he knew his thought had to be wrong.
There was no way that Nathan could be controlling the energy.
He began to feel the energy get hotter and hotter. He became even more worried, though he didn’t understand what was happening, he knew that this would hurt Nathan and might affect whatever he was doing.
Peter saw Nathan shake even more violently; sweat poring down his handsome face. Nathan fell forward to his knees, but he kept his left hand up against the wall of energy like a child at an aquarium.
It’s the random things you notice in moments of great distress. Nathan was right handed.
Peter began to grow more and more drained as he watched his brother, then something even more unexpected started to happen.
Nathan began to flicker in and out like an old television set as Peter began to put the thought into his mind that this might not be his brother he was standing next to.
Suddenly the image of his brother was gone, like he had never been there. In his place was a striking, dark-haired man that Peter knew only too well. Sylar.
Fear and uncertainty went though Peter’s mind, his last major encounter with Sylar had left him almost dead. He had been able to control his powers enough in the attack to violently propel Sylar away from him, knocking him out against the far wall. After Mohinder had transported him to his family’s home, leaving Sylar on the floor,
Claire had been the only thing that had saved his life. He had never expected her to be in his home, and having her reappear and reconnect with him had allowed himself to slowly pull himself back to life.
But there he was. Kneeling on the ground a stone’s throw away was the most dangerous man he had ever met.
Sylar was fully supporting his weight against the wall of energy and from the looks of it, as Peter glanced around him the best that he could, holding it to a small contained area. Peter wasn’t sure why he was doing this let alone how, but he became nervous as Sylar became more and more visibility exhausted. He couldn’t tell how much longer that he could hold on. He did not know this man’s strength.
And then as suddenly as it had started it stopped.
Sylar fell forward to the ground with a crash as Peter collapsed forward on his knees a few feet away catching himself with his hands. Looking around, not sure of what had just occurred, Peter saw that he was surrounded by a ten foot wide circle of scorched concrete. Glancing up he saw the motionless form of a young man lying on the ground just outside the circle.
Sylar wasn’t moving.
Peter crawled to his side and rolled him over. He was barely taking in breath. Glancing down he noticed that when Sylar was unconscious, he didn’t look like a man who could commit the tragedies that he had done in waking. Peter brought his ear close to his chest and heard a faint heartbeat. Sitting up he knew that Sylar was barely alive and that he would die if Peter did nothing.
Nothing was a tempting option he had to admit to himself. Things would be much simpler without always having to watch his back. Claire would be safe, so would everyone else who was special. Sylar killed Isaac not to much earlier before, Peter had found his body not long after and had been forced to leave it so not to arise suspicion on himself. Sylar’s new powers must have been how he had known about Peter exploding. Peter also realized that at some point he must have killed a shape-shifter or an illusionist to have created the image of Nathan.
Glancing back down to the dieing man at his feet, he wondered what he ought to do for a second. Nathan would say that it was an acceptable loss. But that was the difference between him and his brother.
Whatever had caused this monster to save him and all of New York he wouldn’t question, but Peter knew that he just couldn’t let Sylar die on the pavement.
As Peter shuttered at the memory, realizing that was exactly why he couldn’t tell Jenny or any of his friends anything, his phone rang in his jacket pocket. Pulling it out he glanced down at the Caller ID.
Gabriel Gray
Ok guys PLEASE comment. Tell me if you like it, and also tell me what you don't like. Thats how it will get better!
Also if I feel like no one is actually reading/liking the story I might go on to another one. I don't want to SPAM the group if no one even wants it! :)