TM: Mad
She doesn't know anything is wrong until Peter walks into the bathroom when she's in the shower and tells her that he and Nathan need to talk to after she's finished in there. Her first thought is that they're making plans for the evening, but that changes when she leans out to give Peter a kiss. His lips brush against hers in a way that Sasha knows is too gentle, and then he's just looking down on her like he expects her to fall apart. Its almost the same thing that he did when Nathan was in the hospital, but the raw need that was present back then has somehow changed into comfort before she knows why he's trying to fix her. She didn't have reason to believe that anything was broken until he ran his fingers through her wet hair and whispered that he would be waiting in the living room.
As worried as she is, Sasha still takes her time getting dressed. By now she understands that whatever happened is going to upset her. Peter would have told her the news already if it wasn't serious. He's not the type to make a big deal out of nothing. She also knows that its not good, because Peter is bracing himself for something--for a reaction that he's going to need Nathan's help to manage. That means he's scared, if not of her, then for her.
When she finally summons up enough courage to leave the bedroom and enter the living room, Nathan and Peter stop whispering to each other and direct their attention to her without another word. She learns something else in those concerned expressions--whatever they're about to tell her has nothing to do with them. Nathan appears tense and concerned, but she knows that's also directed at her. She's seen him hurt by his own family, and his behavior shares no resemblance to what it was before. He's sitting up straight in an armchair, no coffee or newspaper in sight. Its an almost awkward contrast to the way Peter is slouching on the couch with his elbows on his knees and his hands folded, yet she interprets their positioning the same way: they're dreading this.
No one says anything at first, causing Sasha to start to come up with her own ideas about what they're going to tell her. She thinks its Miles. It can't be her family because if that were the case, Miles would be the one telling her about it. It can't be Lorelai because her next doctor's appointment is at least a month away. She thought Miles was preoccupied with that damn dog, but that didn't mean he'd slow down because of it. If anything, he probably wanted to get out of the house. The possibilities as to what could have happened after that were endless.
"Hey," she says, finally breaking the silence and walking over to sit on the couch next to Peter. She wants to tell him that its no big deal. It would take her at least two hands to count the amount of trips to the hospital she's taken with Miles in the twelve years that she's known him. He'll be fine. But Peter's arm is around her before she can get anything out, and it throws her further into her fear.
A soft throbbing starts in the back of her head, and her stomach starts to turn into knots. She wishes that one of them would just tell her what happened and get it over with, but she doesn't want to push either. She's back to not wanting to know-- to wishing she'd just stayed in the bedroom until someone had dragged her out. The truth is going to be too much for her, and she wants to go back to last night when everything was fine and they were joking about making a hut on the beach for Nathan so that he could have some privacy. She wants back what she didn't know she was going to lose over the course of a few hours of sleep.
"Sit down," Nathan warns her quietly, and she does as he says just for the sake of getting this over with. Tears are already burning in her eyes, but neither of them say a word about that. She assumes its because they're deserved, and the feeling in her stomach tightens. If Peter still had his telepathy, he'd know that she was begging him to tell her. Maybe he doesn't need it, because he decides to speak right after that, telling her everything she needs to know in only two words.
"It's John."
The severity of what he's saying hits her as soon as it comes out, and suddenly she understands everything. He doesn't have to say the words for her to know what happened; John's dead. Her friend is dead. He always told her not to worry, but she knew better. She always worried. She worried so much that it was part habit and part genuine fear. So much that she couldn't have anticipated this.
She echoes his name in a choked sob, letting Peter wrap his arms around her as she cries. Her shaking hands match the tremble of her voice as she repeats his name, and then presses her head into Peter's chest and keeps chanting the word "no" until she can't breathe.
"I'm so sorry, Baby," Peter tells her, and she pulls away from him almost instantly. Its not enough that he's sorry. Her friend is nineteen years old and dead. An apology isn't going to do anything for her. Its not going to change the fact that he didn't know him as well as he could have because he left her, and its sure as hell not going to bring him back.
"I love you," he adds, and now she can see the tears starting to form in his own eyes as he reaches for her again. She pulls back and stands up, shaking, but somehow still able to maintain her balance. Tears are streaming down her face and falling on her shirt now, she thinks its hot in the beach house and she's having trouble taking in air, but that's not anything she's giving thought to. She's stuck on Peter saying he loved her when he shouldn't have said anything at all.
"You love me. You love me? What does that do for me, Peter? You left me. At least John didn't leave me until he died. You love me. Do you know what a fucking joke that is when you didn't love me enough to stay? Pyro--John, John never put me through the hell you did on purpose, so I'm sorry if your love doesn't make me feel any better! " she screams, practically deflating once its out and she's sure she hurt him. It helps her to know that she did, and for once she's not worried about the kind of girlfriend that might make her. She can't handle this by herself. They're both staring at her again, and she takes a step back, tripping and nearly falling.
She's about to say something when she realizes Nathan is the one who caught her. He steadies her by placing his hands on her arms, and she gazes up at him and whimpers to herself before burying her head in his chest. He's part brother, father, and friend. He's also part Peter Petrelli, part Stuart Hoffman, and part John Allerdyce. He is somehow everything and everyone she has ever lost, all rolled into one.
And when she breaks down again, he doesn't say a word.
Sasha Hoffman
Original Character
1260 words
ooc: mybrothershadow and vote4nathan appear with permission from their awesome muns.
As worried as she is, Sasha still takes her time getting dressed. By now she understands that whatever happened is going to upset her. Peter would have told her the news already if it wasn't serious. He's not the type to make a big deal out of nothing. She also knows that its not good, because Peter is bracing himself for something--for a reaction that he's going to need Nathan's help to manage. That means he's scared, if not of her, then for her.
When she finally summons up enough courage to leave the bedroom and enter the living room, Nathan and Peter stop whispering to each other and direct their attention to her without another word. She learns something else in those concerned expressions--whatever they're about to tell her has nothing to do with them. Nathan appears tense and concerned, but she knows that's also directed at her. She's seen him hurt by his own family, and his behavior shares no resemblance to what it was before. He's sitting up straight in an armchair, no coffee or newspaper in sight. Its an almost awkward contrast to the way Peter is slouching on the couch with his elbows on his knees and his hands folded, yet she interprets their positioning the same way: they're dreading this.
No one says anything at first, causing Sasha to start to come up with her own ideas about what they're going to tell her. She thinks its Miles. It can't be her family because if that were the case, Miles would be the one telling her about it. It can't be Lorelai because her next doctor's appointment is at least a month away. She thought Miles was preoccupied with that damn dog, but that didn't mean he'd slow down because of it. If anything, he probably wanted to get out of the house. The possibilities as to what could have happened after that were endless.
"Hey," she says, finally breaking the silence and walking over to sit on the couch next to Peter. She wants to tell him that its no big deal. It would take her at least two hands to count the amount of trips to the hospital she's taken with Miles in the twelve years that she's known him. He'll be fine. But Peter's arm is around her before she can get anything out, and it throws her further into her fear.
A soft throbbing starts in the back of her head, and her stomach starts to turn into knots. She wishes that one of them would just tell her what happened and get it over with, but she doesn't want to push either. She's back to not wanting to know-- to wishing she'd just stayed in the bedroom until someone had dragged her out. The truth is going to be too much for her, and she wants to go back to last night when everything was fine and they were joking about making a hut on the beach for Nathan so that he could have some privacy. She wants back what she didn't know she was going to lose over the course of a few hours of sleep.
"Sit down," Nathan warns her quietly, and she does as he says just for the sake of getting this over with. Tears are already burning in her eyes, but neither of them say a word about that. She assumes its because they're deserved, and the feeling in her stomach tightens. If Peter still had his telepathy, he'd know that she was begging him to tell her. Maybe he doesn't need it, because he decides to speak right after that, telling her everything she needs to know in only two words.
"It's John."
The severity of what he's saying hits her as soon as it comes out, and suddenly she understands everything. He doesn't have to say the words for her to know what happened; John's dead. Her friend is dead. He always told her not to worry, but she knew better. She always worried. She worried so much that it was part habit and part genuine fear. So much that she couldn't have anticipated this.
She echoes his name in a choked sob, letting Peter wrap his arms around her as she cries. Her shaking hands match the tremble of her voice as she repeats his name, and then presses her head into Peter's chest and keeps chanting the word "no" until she can't breathe.
"I'm so sorry, Baby," Peter tells her, and she pulls away from him almost instantly. Its not enough that he's sorry. Her friend is nineteen years old and dead. An apology isn't going to do anything for her. Its not going to change the fact that he didn't know him as well as he could have because he left her, and its sure as hell not going to bring him back.
"I love you," he adds, and now she can see the tears starting to form in his own eyes as he reaches for her again. She pulls back and stands up, shaking, but somehow still able to maintain her balance. Tears are streaming down her face and falling on her shirt now, she thinks its hot in the beach house and she's having trouble taking in air, but that's not anything she's giving thought to. She's stuck on Peter saying he loved her when he shouldn't have said anything at all.
"You love me. You love me? What does that do for me, Peter? You left me. At least John didn't leave me until he died. You love me. Do you know what a fucking joke that is when you didn't love me enough to stay? Pyro--John, John never put me through the hell you did on purpose, so I'm sorry if your love doesn't make me feel any better! " she screams, practically deflating once its out and she's sure she hurt him. It helps her to know that she did, and for once she's not worried about the kind of girlfriend that might make her. She can't handle this by herself. They're both staring at her again, and she takes a step back, tripping and nearly falling.
She's about to say something when she realizes Nathan is the one who caught her. He steadies her by placing his hands on her arms, and she gazes up at him and whimpers to herself before burying her head in his chest. He's part brother, father, and friend. He's also part Peter Petrelli, part Stuart Hoffman, and part John Allerdyce. He is somehow everything and everyone she has ever lost, all rolled into one.
And when she breaks down again, he doesn't say a word.
Sasha Hoffman
Original Character
1260 words
ooc: mybrothershadow and vote4nathan appear with permission from their awesome muns.