Heroes Fic--Settled World Related
Title: Great Strides
Summary: Hesam demands satisfaction! Ha no really, he wants Peter to explain himself.
Rating: Uh...K+ maybe...
3rd Person POV
In the events following Claire's spur of the moment Ferris wheel jump, the world had taken on a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy. Peter felt that it was one of the better possible outcomes and tried to take it in stride. Gabriel fretted about the possibilities and worked himself into hives so he tried to avoid thinking about it if at all possible. Sylar on the other hand, was quite happy with the world's turn of events because it gave him a little wiggle room to show off. But every so often he dwelled on what if's, like 'what if they connect those murders to me and send me away?' But for the most part the freedom outweighed the problems.
It had been a full year and Peter knew that some day it would come up. He could feel it deep in his bones, and the feeling usually came in equal parts joy and nausea. That feeling welled up to the bursting point when he caught Hesam's determined look.
"Peter, we need to talk."
Peter's step faltered and his eyes flicked about looking for potential exit routs. Standing resolutely in front of the only main exit was Hesam, arms crossed and stern looking. Peter heard vauge jumbled thoughts about finally getting answers and he knew he was stuck. He slumped his shoulders forward and dropped his chin to his chest. He pouted, just a little, before standing up straight again and looking his friend in the eye. He took a deep breath and crossed his own arms.
"I know what you want Hesam and the answer is yes. I am...special. So is Gabriel. Is there anything in particular you'd like to ask me or tell me?"
Peter fought the urge to peek into Hesam's mind and gave his friend the privacy of his own mind. They stood facing eachother for several tense minutes; the hustle and bustle of the hospital rang in their ears and mocked the silence.
"Can we talk in private? Later I mean, about...about as much as you're willing to tell me. I mean, all those times when you ran off or someone miraculously got better...that was you right? That was an ability of yours?"
Peter nodded curtly and tucked his bangs behind his ear.
"Yeah, you can come home with me today after work. If that's okay?"
Hesam nodded and smiled, happy that things between them were smoothing out.
"Oh uh...Gabriel is, well he has DID okay. So you may get Sylar. But either way I'm not warning them because that could lead to problems."
The nurse caught an alarmed thought that not warning Gabriel could cause even bigger problems. He considered it but decided a call would only cause stress.
Best just to wing it I think.
"I think we're better off taking our chances Hesam...just don't track mud in the house and you should be fine."
Before they could discuss more a call came in and the two of them had to be on their way. Peter was thankful for the small miracle and wondered vaugely if someone with an ability was smiling down on him. They drove and ran and dove elbow deep in blood and mucus for the next couple of hours. They were in sync again, no more wary glances or uneasy jitters. Peter took a moment in all of it to appreciate the rhythm. But all too soon it was over and Hesam was ready to follow Peter home.
The walk to Peter's apartment was quiet. Peter had his nose down, looking resolutely at the sidewalk. Beside him, Hesam was fidgeting in his walk, nervous that something bad might happen. All too soon Peter's apartment building loomed over them and Hesam gulped, knowing there was no turning back at this point. They headed up the stairs together, Peter finally deciding to break the silence.
"When we get to the door just...let me peek in first and make sure he's not naked or something alright."
"That happen often?"
"Well no...well, yes actually. Actually, I'm not really sure. What's your definition of 'often'?"
"If you have to ask, it's often."
Peter nodded and smiled, happy that the situation was taking a lighter turn. With a good natured huff Peter unlocked his front door and took a small step inside.
"Sylar? Gabriel? You home?"
Peter's shoulders sagged in relief when Gabriel shuffled around the corner, Noah in tow, holding a large wooden spoon.
"Long day Peter?"
He nodded and eased the door open wider, slowly revealing Hesam behind him.
"Peter...is something wrong?"
Gabriel's grip tightened on the wooden spoon and his face dropped into something stricken. His eyes flicked franticly back and forth from Peter and Hesam, worried that something horrible had happened at the hospital. Sensing a total meltdown, Peter rushed forward and stole a kiss from Gabriel's slack lips.
"No, nothing like that Brei. Hesam just wanted to get to know us."
"He knows us, we've met. You wor--"
About us Gabriel. You know, what we are.
Peter silently thanked Sylar for his help then turned back to Hesam and urged him to come inside. Hesam stood hesitantly in front of the shut door and fiddled with his coat.
"Ahem...so...ah...smells nice in here. Sugary...you making something."
Gabriel's eyes widened and Peter caught a brief mental swear before Gabriel dashed back into the kitchen. Peter heard some frantic mumbling and the sound of a wooden spoon digging through something. He rounded the corner into the kitchen to see Gabriel laboring over a pot of bright blue taffy.
"He's making taffy. What flavor Brei?"
Gabriel used his knuckle to press his glasses further up his nose.
"Saltwater blueberry."
The three of them stood awkwardly in the kitchen for a few minutes; the silence only broken by the sound of Gabriel stirring.
"So...Gabriel...is your ability the power to pull sticks out of asses because for a while Peter--"
Gabriel sputtered and blushed as Peter whacked Hesam in the back of the head.
I like this man.
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Ah, I feel so bad that I haven't done a porn in a while. I must rectify that. I really do feel like I'm losing my touch.
BUUUUUTTTT! My last day of class is in May, and then I'm off for the summer. From my last day until the end of May, I shall do a fic a day. And, I might even do one a month going into June. We'll play that by ear. And yes, they will be Settled World Verse.
Summary: Hesam demands satisfaction! Ha no really, he wants Peter to explain himself.
Rating: Uh...K+ maybe...
3rd Person POV
In the events following Claire's spur of the moment Ferris wheel jump, the world had taken on a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy. Peter felt that it was one of the better possible outcomes and tried to take it in stride. Gabriel fretted about the possibilities and worked himself into hives so he tried to avoid thinking about it if at all possible. Sylar on the other hand, was quite happy with the world's turn of events because it gave him a little wiggle room to show off. But every so often he dwelled on what if's, like 'what if they connect those murders to me and send me away?' But for the most part the freedom outweighed the problems.
It had been a full year and Peter knew that some day it would come up. He could feel it deep in his bones, and the feeling usually came in equal parts joy and nausea. That feeling welled up to the bursting point when he caught Hesam's determined look.
"Peter, we need to talk."
Peter's step faltered and his eyes flicked about looking for potential exit routs. Standing resolutely in front of the only main exit was Hesam, arms crossed and stern looking. Peter heard vauge jumbled thoughts about finally getting answers and he knew he was stuck. He slumped his shoulders forward and dropped his chin to his chest. He pouted, just a little, before standing up straight again and looking his friend in the eye. He took a deep breath and crossed his own arms.
"I know what you want Hesam and the answer is yes. I am...special. So is Gabriel. Is there anything in particular you'd like to ask me or tell me?"
Peter fought the urge to peek into Hesam's mind and gave his friend the privacy of his own mind. They stood facing eachother for several tense minutes; the hustle and bustle of the hospital rang in their ears and mocked the silence.
"Can we talk in private? Later I mean, about...about as much as you're willing to tell me. I mean, all those times when you ran off or someone miraculously got better...that was you right? That was an ability of yours?"
Peter nodded curtly and tucked his bangs behind his ear.
"Yeah, you can come home with me today after work. If that's okay?"
Hesam nodded and smiled, happy that things between them were smoothing out.
"Oh uh...Gabriel is, well he has DID okay. So you may get Sylar. But either way I'm not warning them because that could lead to problems."
The nurse caught an alarmed thought that not warning Gabriel could cause even bigger problems. He considered it but decided a call would only cause stress.
Best just to wing it I think.
"I think we're better off taking our chances Hesam...just don't track mud in the house and you should be fine."
Before they could discuss more a call came in and the two of them had to be on their way. Peter was thankful for the small miracle and wondered vaugely if someone with an ability was smiling down on him. They drove and ran and dove elbow deep in blood and mucus for the next couple of hours. They were in sync again, no more wary glances or uneasy jitters. Peter took a moment in all of it to appreciate the rhythm. But all too soon it was over and Hesam was ready to follow Peter home.
The walk to Peter's apartment was quiet. Peter had his nose down, looking resolutely at the sidewalk. Beside him, Hesam was fidgeting in his walk, nervous that something bad might happen. All too soon Peter's apartment building loomed over them and Hesam gulped, knowing there was no turning back at this point. They headed up the stairs together, Peter finally deciding to break the silence.
"When we get to the door just...let me peek in first and make sure he's not naked or something alright."
"That happen often?"
"Well no...well, yes actually. Actually, I'm not really sure. What's your definition of 'often'?"
"If you have to ask, it's often."
Peter nodded and smiled, happy that the situation was taking a lighter turn. With a good natured huff Peter unlocked his front door and took a small step inside.
"Sylar? Gabriel? You home?"
Peter's shoulders sagged in relief when Gabriel shuffled around the corner, Noah in tow, holding a large wooden spoon.
"Long day Peter?"
He nodded and eased the door open wider, slowly revealing Hesam behind him.
"Peter...is something wrong?"
Gabriel's grip tightened on the wooden spoon and his face dropped into something stricken. His eyes flicked franticly back and forth from Peter and Hesam, worried that something horrible had happened at the hospital. Sensing a total meltdown, Peter rushed forward and stole a kiss from Gabriel's slack lips.
"No, nothing like that Brei. Hesam just wanted to get to know us."
"He knows us, we've met. You wor--"
About us Gabriel. You know, what we are.
Peter silently thanked Sylar for his help then turned back to Hesam and urged him to come inside. Hesam stood hesitantly in front of the shut door and fiddled with his coat.
"Ahem...so...ah...smells nice in here. Sugary...you making something."
Gabriel's eyes widened and Peter caught a brief mental swear before Gabriel dashed back into the kitchen. Peter heard some frantic mumbling and the sound of a wooden spoon digging through something. He rounded the corner into the kitchen to see Gabriel laboring over a pot of bright blue taffy.
"He's making taffy. What flavor Brei?"
Gabriel used his knuckle to press his glasses further up his nose.
"Saltwater blueberry."
The three of them stood awkwardly in the kitchen for a few minutes; the silence only broken by the sound of Gabriel stirring.
"So...Gabriel...is your ability the power to pull sticks out of asses because for a while Peter--"
Gabriel sputtered and blushed as Peter whacked Hesam in the back of the head.
I like this man.
____________________
Ah, I feel so bad that I haven't done a porn in a while. I must rectify that. I really do feel like I'm losing my touch.
BUUUUUTTTT! My last day of class is in May, and then I'm off for the summer. From my last day until the end of May, I shall do a fic a day. And, I might even do one a month going into June. We'll play that by ear. And yes, they will be Settled World Verse.