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[mimesis_complex]

Nathan paces the corridors, his office, Mohinder’s lab. Why is he here? What is he accomplishing? That same old tired song and dance-Gabriel’s mantra of I want to be special. He can’t even be someone with his own face. He has to wear the cloak of Nathan Petrelli, the flying man, whose arrogance is only surpassed by his mob ties.

His face is

Comments

[jack_infinitude]

YES!!! THANK YOU!!!! AT LAST, SYLAR/PETER SLASH!!!

*dances*

[sesemperamabo]

hahahaha It happens every now and then--nowhere near as often enough...

Thanks for the comment♥

[c_quinn]

*sigh* I do love my Petlar. Thank you.

[sesemperamabo]

I'm sooo glad you liked it. This fic worried me a lot with its ambiguity *hugs you*

[g_shadowslayer]

Nice!

[sesemperamabo]

Thank you!

[meli_64]

Really great!

[sesemperamabo]

Thanks!

[mossymermaid]

Wow, this is wonderful. and yes, Peter needed a reminder that Gabriel was just like him once.....
>>>

“You’re just like me, Peter,” Gabriel cries in a soft voice, heels of his hands coming up to stop the tears that threaten. “You’ll be just like him before long.”

>>> excellent!

[sesemperamabo]

I'm glad that came across correctly, I was afraid people would get confused.

I agree, future!Peter needs a wake up call (or a good smack in the face with a wet noodle)

Thanks for reading!

[mossymermaid]

LOL!

images racing in brain of Gabriel smacking future!peter in the face with a wet noodle.

even seen the slapping someone in the face with a fish sketch from Monty python....?

[sesemperamabo]

Oh yes, old fan of Monty Python. But you know those pool noodles?

Comic gold, that is.