(Untitled)

[mimic_peter]

Date: Fall 2005
Characters: Peter Petrelli, Angela Petrelli
Summary: Peter returns to New York intending to save Nathan but finding nothing but a pool of blood and distraught, he calls his mommy hoping she can help.
Status: In progress
Private.

Comments

[mamapetrelli]

It was Sunday morning and Angela was on her way to her last Pilates class of the week. Her husband prefered to rest on a Sunday - if God could do it, so can I, he'd joke - but she was unusually restless, today even more so than any other Sunday.

When her phone rang on the dresser, she picked it up sharply, half expecting it to be her trainer. Lips pursing before she could manage a quick 'hello', she was already thinking of how she might fill her time when Peter's voice registered.

"Where is he? Where's Nathan? Is he okay?"

She frowned, confused and more than a little concerned. "Nathan? What do you mean? He's fine, he's home."

[mimic_peter]

"No he's not," Peter answered, shaking his head. If someone was in that damn house, they would've called him by now. Considering the twenty-odd messages he'd left, begging anyone, even the maid, to call him.

"He's not answering his phone and he's not at work either," he added, knowing she'd ask about those places next.

"I need to find him, Mom. Right now."

[mamapetrelli]

Her frown deepend, making wrinkles stand out in her forehead.

"Why? What's the matter?" Her youngest son sounded anything but calm and she found it hard to affect anything remotely similar to that feeling. She made no attempt. "Peter, what's going on?"

[mimic_peter]

"She's trying to kill him," Peter said, before he took the time to think about it. His mother would have no idea what he was talking about since no one had informed her of the infamous Ivy incident down in Texas.

But he was hysterical and that made him irrational and he just spat out words as they came up in his throat. "I saw it. I saw her trying to kill him and I have to find him and save him."

[mamapetrelli]

"Peter!" Pilates class forgotten, she spun away from the mirror, leaving her bedroom before his shouting disturbed his still sleeping father. "Calm down! What are you talking about?" she hissed into the phone.