Our Love In Prose
Title: Our Love In Prose
Rating: PG
Pairing: Peter/Claude
Warnings: None
Spoilers: General series mentions
A/N: An excess of crack, phone calls and the occasional Jon Stewart reference.
For the Plaude Bingo Challenge: proposal. It's editor!Claude and writer!Peter being... silly, for lack of a better word. Inspired by englishmuffin2 . She knows why.
“Rains speaking.”
“I love how you always announce yourself. Like somehow this isn’t your private number and some other British guy is going to answer instead.”
“I wish he would. It’d save me from havin’ to talk with you.”
“Don’t pretend like this isn’t the highlight of your day.”
“Night.”
“What?”
“It’s not the day, Pete. It’s night. And this sure ain’t the highlight of it.”
“Of course it is. Without me you’d just be getting ready for bed and watching Jon Stewart. Possibly while drinking scotch. Because you love cliches when you're not reading them.”
“.... That’s irrelevant.”
“I disagree but we’ll save the debate for later.”
“No. We won’t.”
“Anyway. How do you feel about superheroes?”
“Beg pardon?”
“You know. Superheroes. Powers and saving the world and secret identities.”
“Wish my identity was a secret...”
“Hardy-har-har. You're a riot. Now answer the question.”
“And what question is that?”
“Don’t make me hurt you.”
“That’d be quite a feat since you’re clear ‘cross town.”
“How do you know I’m not right outside your door?”
“.... You’re not.”
“You never know.”
“Pete.”
“Okay, okay. I’m not. But I could be. I know where you live.”
“You sound like a stalker.”
“Nope. Just a frustrated writer trying to get his favorite editor to listen to him.”
“I’m your only editor, you pillock.”
“You do realize that you only use slang when you’re tired, don’t you?”
“You do realize that I’m going to kill you tomorrow, don’t you?”
“Which is why I should make good use of the time I have now. I have a new idea for my next book.”
“I don’t care.”
“You do too.”
“I don’t. Don’t call me again.”
“But--”
Click.
---
“... Hello?”
“It was rude to hang up on me, you know.”
“Pete?”
“Who else?”
“I’m-- What-- It’s six in the morning!”
“Is it? Huh. I didn’t notice.”
“What do y’mean you didn’t notice?”
“I wasn’t wearing my watch.”
“.... What?”
“I wasn’t wearing my watch. You really should try to keep up, Claude.”
“I’m gonna wring your bloody--”
“So about my idea. I’ve got my outline started. I think it’s pretty good.”
“I don’t give a rat’s-- Outline?”
“That’s the magic word, isn’t it?”
“Shut yer trap, Petrelli.”
“That sounds painful. I’ll pass.”
“Pete.”
“I’m sending you my notes now. Look over them and tell me what you think. I’ve got the main characters mapped out and some pretty cool powers. It’s all about regular people suddenly having abilities. I’m going to call them Specials. Unless you think that sounds too stupid? But I think it fits, don’t you?”
“.... ‘S too early for this.”
“I know, but I couldn’t sleep. Haven’t had an idea like this in a while.”
“Pete--”
“I just... really like it. And I think you’ll like it too. Or I hope you will. You know how much your opinion means to me."
“.... Fine. Let me read your stupid notes.”
“Knew I could count on you, pal.”
---
“We need to talk.”
“Hello to you too, Claude.”
“I’ve been readin’ over the first pages you sent me.”
“And?”
“’S got some promise. I like how the stories are connectin’. Got a nice rhythm goin’ with ‘em.”
“I’m sensing a but here...”
“But what’s the deal with this whole eclipse thing? Is it actually relevant or just a big metaphor?”
“I haven’t decided yet, to be honest. Can you tell?”
“A bit. Seems like you don’t know what you’re doin’, mate.”
“Oh... Think I should take it out?”
“I would.”
“Okay then. I’m also thinking about killing Claire.”
“The cheerleader?”
“Yeah. I just... I think her power’s going to be too much of a crutch, you know? Later on? It’s easier to just get rid of her.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
“Why, Claude, don’t you know? Every story needs a villain. And I've come up with a good one."
---
“You do realize that normal people don’t call this late? Normal people are in bed!”
“Sorry. I just had an idea I wanted to bounce off of you about Nathan.”
“It can wait.”
“But--”
“Peter. It can wait.”
“But I’m thinking that he’s going to let his brother explode so he can become President!”
“... Go on.”
---
“So what did you think of the latest chapters?”
“Pretty good, I gotta say. That mother’s a right shrew, ain’t she? The socks bit made me laugh.”
“Then my work is done."
“Got one concern, though."
"Oh?"
“’M not sure about the relationship between the nurse and the invisible hobo.”
“First of all: he’s not an invisible hobo. He’s a Special on the run. Second of all: what relationship? They’re teacher and student.”
“Uh huh... So the nurse havin’ stars in his eyes?”
“That’s his heat vision!”
“Which always seems to go off when the hobo’s around.”
“It does not!”
“It’s premature radiation.”
“It is not!”
“And you haven’t even named the characters yet. It’s gettin’ a bit annoyin’ to read Person A and Person B.”
“I’ve got names for them.”
“Oh? Do tell.”
“.... Peter and Claude.”
“What?”
“Peter and Claude.”
“You-- You’re namin’ your characters after us?”
“It’s not permanent. Or anything. They’re just placeholders. Until I think of somethin’ better. And you kinda inspired me-- Him. Them.”
“.....”
“You’re not saying anything.”
“’M not sure what to say, to be honest.”
“You--”
“’S just a bit of a... surprise.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“I-- Nevermind then.”
“Pete--”
Click.
---
“So this is the sixth message I’ve left for you. Call me back, yeah? I’m not mad. I just-- I think we should talk about it.”
---
“Peter. This is message number ten. Come on, mate. Talk to me. You can even interrupt m'Jon Stewart. I won't yell or anythin'."
---
“Petrelli, if you don’t call me back, I’m gonna come over there myself and-- Just--”
“Call me.”
---
“Hello?”
“Was wonderin’ if you’d pick up on this line. Figured you would since it's for family emergencies and all.”
“Claude--”
“Look, Pete, don’t hang up on me. We need to talk. About everythin’.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Well that’s just too bad.”
“There’s nothing to say.”
“I think there’s a whole lot to say, actually. Considerin’ the latest chapter you sent to Daphne. Little speed-demon had it finished in ten minutes and was asking me for more. ‘Cept I didn’t have more because you won’t return my calls. And ‘magine my surprise when I read what you did think to turn in and it’s about the two of us breaking up!”
“It’s not-- Us.”
“It’s the nurse and the hobo! That’s us!”
“So?”
“So-- You breakin’ up with me, Pete?”
“You sound like a teenage girl.”
“And you look like one. Now answer the question.”
“I-- I didn’t think you’d want to work with me.”
“You stupid little-- Why would you think that?”
“Because you didn’t like their relationship. So why would you like ours?”
“I didn’t even know we had one!”
“Well that just proves my point, Claude!”
“....”
“....”
“....”
“This is really awkward...”
“Think most relationships are, Pete. ‘S why I avoid ‘em usually.”
“Usually?”
“Shut up.”
“You--”
“Rewrite the chapter, Petrelli. The hobo’s stayin’.”
“... Okay then.”
---
“Hey. It’s me. But you probably already knew that. I may be late tonight. I just got a really great idea for the book. It seems that Peter is going to be powerless for a while. I guess Claude is going to have to return to keep him out of trouble. Who would’ve thought? See you later!”
---
“So I was thinking....”
“Nasty habit, that.”
“I think Claude needs to propose to Peter after the battle is won.”
“... That a fact?”
“Yep. And I think they need to celebrate their love with some truly epic sex. Involving telekinesis. And maybe some telepathy.”
“Sounds... interestin’.”
“And I also think you should open your door because I just arrived at your apartment.”
“Best idea you ever had.”
Click.
.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Peter/Claude
Warnings: None
Spoilers: General series mentions
A/N: An excess of crack, phone calls and the occasional Jon Stewart reference.
For the Plaude Bingo Challenge: proposal. It's editor!Claude and writer!Peter being... silly, for lack of a better word. Inspired by englishmuffin2 . She knows why.
“Rains speaking.”
“I love how you always announce yourself. Like somehow this isn’t your private number and some other British guy is going to answer instead.”
“I wish he would. It’d save me from havin’ to talk with you.”
“Don’t pretend like this isn’t the highlight of your day.”
“Night.”
“What?”
“It’s not the day, Pete. It’s night. And this sure ain’t the highlight of it.”
“Of course it is. Without me you’d just be getting ready for bed and watching Jon Stewart. Possibly while drinking scotch. Because you love cliches when you're not reading them.”
“.... That’s irrelevant.”
“I disagree but we’ll save the debate for later.”
“No. We won’t.”
“Anyway. How do you feel about superheroes?”
“Beg pardon?”
“You know. Superheroes. Powers and saving the world and secret identities.”
“Wish my identity was a secret...”
“Hardy-har-har. You're a riot. Now answer the question.”
“And what question is that?”
“Don’t make me hurt you.”
“That’d be quite a feat since you’re clear ‘cross town.”
“How do you know I’m not right outside your door?”
“.... You’re not.”
“You never know.”
“Pete.”
“Okay, okay. I’m not. But I could be. I know where you live.”
“You sound like a stalker.”
“Nope. Just a frustrated writer trying to get his favorite editor to listen to him.”
“I’m your only editor, you pillock.”
“You do realize that you only use slang when you’re tired, don’t you?”
“You do realize that I’m going to kill you tomorrow, don’t you?”
“Which is why I should make good use of the time I have now. I have a new idea for my next book.”
“I don’t care.”
“You do too.”
“I don’t. Don’t call me again.”
“But--”
Click.
---
“... Hello?”
“It was rude to hang up on me, you know.”
“Pete?”
“Who else?”
“I’m-- What-- It’s six in the morning!”
“Is it? Huh. I didn’t notice.”
“What do y’mean you didn’t notice?”
“I wasn’t wearing my watch.”
“.... What?”
“I wasn’t wearing my watch. You really should try to keep up, Claude.”
“I’m gonna wring your bloody--”
“So about my idea. I’ve got my outline started. I think it’s pretty good.”
“I don’t give a rat’s-- Outline?”
“That’s the magic word, isn’t it?”
“Shut yer trap, Petrelli.”
“That sounds painful. I’ll pass.”
“Pete.”
“I’m sending you my notes now. Look over them and tell me what you think. I’ve got the main characters mapped out and some pretty cool powers. It’s all about regular people suddenly having abilities. I’m going to call them Specials. Unless you think that sounds too stupid? But I think it fits, don’t you?”
“.... ‘S too early for this.”
“I know, but I couldn’t sleep. Haven’t had an idea like this in a while.”
“Pete--”
“I just... really like it. And I think you’ll like it too. Or I hope you will. You know how much your opinion means to me."
“.... Fine. Let me read your stupid notes.”
“Knew I could count on you, pal.”
---
“We need to talk.”
“Hello to you too, Claude.”
“I’ve been readin’ over the first pages you sent me.”
“And?”
“’S got some promise. I like how the stories are connectin’. Got a nice rhythm goin’ with ‘em.”
“I’m sensing a but here...”
“But what’s the deal with this whole eclipse thing? Is it actually relevant or just a big metaphor?”
“I haven’t decided yet, to be honest. Can you tell?”
“A bit. Seems like you don’t know what you’re doin’, mate.”
“Oh... Think I should take it out?”
“I would.”
“Okay then. I’m also thinking about killing Claire.”
“The cheerleader?”
“Yeah. I just... I think her power’s going to be too much of a crutch, you know? Later on? It’s easier to just get rid of her.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
“Why, Claude, don’t you know? Every story needs a villain. And I've come up with a good one."
---
“You do realize that normal people don’t call this late? Normal people are in bed!”
“Sorry. I just had an idea I wanted to bounce off of you about Nathan.”
“It can wait.”
“But--”
“Peter. It can wait.”
“But I’m thinking that he’s going to let his brother explode so he can become President!”
“... Go on.”
---
“So what did you think of the latest chapters?”
“Pretty good, I gotta say. That mother’s a right shrew, ain’t she? The socks bit made me laugh.”
“Then my work is done."
“Got one concern, though."
"Oh?"
“’M not sure about the relationship between the nurse and the invisible hobo.”
“First of all: he’s not an invisible hobo. He’s a Special on the run. Second of all: what relationship? They’re teacher and student.”
“Uh huh... So the nurse havin’ stars in his eyes?”
“That’s his heat vision!”
“Which always seems to go off when the hobo’s around.”
“It does not!”
“It’s premature radiation.”
“It is not!”
“And you haven’t even named the characters yet. It’s gettin’ a bit annoyin’ to read Person A and Person B.”
“I’ve got names for them.”
“Oh? Do tell.”
“.... Peter and Claude.”
“What?”
“Peter and Claude.”
“You-- You’re namin’ your characters after us?”
“It’s not permanent. Or anything. They’re just placeholders. Until I think of somethin’ better. And you kinda inspired me-- Him. Them.”
“.....”
“You’re not saying anything.”
“’M not sure what to say, to be honest.”
“You--”
“’S just a bit of a... surprise.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“I-- Nevermind then.”
“Pete--”
Click.
---
“So this is the sixth message I’ve left for you. Call me back, yeah? I’m not mad. I just-- I think we should talk about it.”
---
“Peter. This is message number ten. Come on, mate. Talk to me. You can even interrupt m'Jon Stewart. I won't yell or anythin'."
---
“Petrelli, if you don’t call me back, I’m gonna come over there myself and-- Just--”
“Call me.”
---
“Hello?”
“Was wonderin’ if you’d pick up on this line. Figured you would since it's for family emergencies and all.”
“Claude--”
“Look, Pete, don’t hang up on me. We need to talk. About everythin’.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Well that’s just too bad.”
“There’s nothing to say.”
“I think there’s a whole lot to say, actually. Considerin’ the latest chapter you sent to Daphne. Little speed-demon had it finished in ten minutes and was asking me for more. ‘Cept I didn’t have more because you won’t return my calls. And ‘magine my surprise when I read what you did think to turn in and it’s about the two of us breaking up!”
“It’s not-- Us.”
“It’s the nurse and the hobo! That’s us!”
“So?”
“So-- You breakin’ up with me, Pete?”
“You sound like a teenage girl.”
“And you look like one. Now answer the question.”
“I-- I didn’t think you’d want to work with me.”
“You stupid little-- Why would you think that?”
“Because you didn’t like their relationship. So why would you like ours?”
“I didn’t even know we had one!”
“Well that just proves my point, Claude!”
“....”
“....”
“....”
“This is really awkward...”
“Think most relationships are, Pete. ‘S why I avoid ‘em usually.”
“Usually?”
“Shut up.”
“You--”
“Rewrite the chapter, Petrelli. The hobo’s stayin’.”
“... Okay then.”
---
“Hey. It’s me. But you probably already knew that. I may be late tonight. I just got a really great idea for the book. It seems that Peter is going to be powerless for a while. I guess Claude is going to have to return to keep him out of trouble. Who would’ve thought? See you later!”
---
“So I was thinking....”
“Nasty habit, that.”
“I think Claude needs to propose to Peter after the battle is won.”
“... That a fact?”
“Yep. And I think they need to celebrate their love with some truly epic sex. Involving telekinesis. And maybe some telepathy.”
“Sounds... interestin’.”
“And I also think you should open your door because I just arrived at your apartment.”
“Best idea you ever had.”
Click.
.