Open - The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Bombs

[medicpetrelli]

Location: A field.
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Characters: Peter

"I can't control it!" Peter yelled, his hands blaringly white, blinding him. He was going radioactive, and the only thing that could stop Peter from taking out New York was a bullet to the head. And of course Claire wasn't around, because nothing could ever be easy!

Peter closed his eyes and cried out in

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[normalbennetkid]

He'd finally gotten one of the craftsmen to make him a ball that was close enough to a soccer ball to be useful--though he wasn't going to ask what it was made of. He was kicking it around aimlessly, ignoring his surroundings as much as he could. He was settling in to being Hannibal's 'fosterling', whatever that meant, but... he missed home. And electricity. And most of all, soccer. It had been his life for such a long time, and now... Lyle sighed heavily, eyes dropping to his feet as he stopped the ball. A second later something crashed into his back. "What the hell?"

[normalbennetkid]

Lyle pointed the other direction. "Dude, the Hold's this way." That way led to a long, long walk, and eventually the Weyr. Lyle tried to avoid that place. So many dragons...

[medicpetrelli]

"What's the hold?" Peter asked, turning around. He started walking the other direction anyways. This was bullshit.

[normalbennetkid]

"It's sorta like a town. But all carved out of caves. Come on. There's nothing over there, not for a long way." He moved to walk back to the Hold.

[medicpetrelli]

Peter didn't really hesitate in following Lyle. He was grateful to have actually found someone from his world, even if Lyle came from the future. "Have you tried getting home? I mean...have you explored and talked to everyone?"

[normalbennetkid]

"If there was a way home, Hannibal would have found it," Lyle said with surprising confidence.

[medicpetrelli]

"Guess I'd better meet this Hannibal guy, then." He needed to assemble a team. That's what Nathan would have done.

[normalbennetkid]

"That's where we're going. I'm sorta staying with him." He tossed his ball in the air and caught it.

[medicpetrelli]

"You like soccer?" he asked, trying to be conversational. He needed to work on worrying so much all the damn time, especially over things he couldn't immediately fix.

[normalbennetkid]

"Yeah." Lyle smiled sadly. "No one plays it here, not really. I'm gonna get out of shape and lose my damn scholarship." And his chance at the professionals.

[medicpetrelli]

"I'll play with you," Peter said, holding his hands up for Lyle to toss him the ball. "I was on Varsity in high school and I played in college, too. Soccer is my favorite." And soccer would make him feel a little bit better about this situation.

[normalbennetkid]

"Really?" Lyle looked at him in surprise. He did have the build for it. "That would rock, man. Really."

[medicpetrelli]

Peter took the ball and dropped it at his feet. "I could teach you some tricks," he said, doing a fancy foot maneuver and then going into a jog with the ball. Peter stopped a few feet ahead of Lyle and got the ball between his feet, then kicked it back and over his head. He chased after it, looking like a pro. Soccer had been his outlet growing up, and the empath put everything he had into learning it.

[normalbennetkid]

Lyle laughed, moving to intercept the ball. "Not bad."

[medicpetrelli]

But Lyle wasn't as good as Peter, and the empath easily kept it away from him. "You made your first mistake when you came at me from the side. Gotta come from behind, or I'll sense your move."

[normalbennetkid]

His eyes narrowed. Lyle had been MVP through most of high school; he knew what he was doing. Ok, this guy wanted to play that way? No more nice Lyle. He picked up speed, matching Peter after a moment, and tried again, using every trick he knew to get the ball.