Life On Heroes: Part 5-You're Face to Face with the Man Who Sold the World
Title: Life On Heroes: Part 5-You're Face to Face with the Man Who Sold the World
Fandom: Heroes/Life On Mars
Author: Meli Parker
Word Count: 1426
Rating: PG-13
Characters and Pairing: Sam, Peter, Chris, Ray, Gene, Nathan, Mr Petrelli
Warnings: Some Language, Mind Trippy Action
Spoilers: All episodes of both shows
Summary: The interrogation of Mr Petrelli doesn't go very well. Time travel coma fic!
Notes: Part 5! I had to cut this part in half because live journal is being evil and saying the post is too big. It is a long part due to it pretty much being 3 parts in one, so I'll just have an extra chapter. :) It's a very Peter part but don't worry, a very Sam part is coming up soon. I just got the DVD of Life on Mars and I've been waiting so I can get the LoM characters down better. :D This again is based on episode 8 of Life On Mars, I'm just applying it to Peter. The song played on the radio is "Eyes" by Rogue Wave. It's the song from the pilot and 4th episode.
Thanks to my brilliant beta lozenger8 . I changed a lot of this part, after I sent it to Loz and got it back, so if there are in errors, it's my fault.
Part 5: You’re face to face with the man who sold the world
Peter ran. He was running as fast as he possibly could. All he wanted to do was get out of that room. Out of that hotel. Out of that world. He was outside now, continuing to run as fast he could.
“Hey! Stop!” he heard Chris yell.
“Stop!” yelled Ray. But Peter didn’t stop. He just kept running as fast as he could. He needed to get away. He couldn’t face him. Stopping Linderman was one thing, but he couldn’t face his father. Not again. Peter could hear footsteps behind him. They were running towards him. Peter didn’t even know where he was going. A part of him thought that if he kept running, he might wake up.
Suddenly, Peter stopped. He looked around. Ray and Chris were gone, the English city was empty. Brick streets mysteriously vacant as wind blew softly around him. Peter began to panic. He started breathing heavily. “His breathing stopped again!” said a voice in the distance.
“What?” said Peter weakly to the voice coming from no where.
“We have to incubate him now! Get life support ready!” Peter fell to the ground coughing. He couldn’t breathe. He grabbed his throat. The town around him seemed to be disappearing - building by building and replaced by dark edges.
“What’s going on here?”
“His breathing has stopped again.”
“What? How!? What did you do!?”
“You need to get out of here Mr Petrelli!”
“No!”
“You need to stay out of our way if you want to save him!”
Peter was panicking and gasping for breath.
“Somebody!” yelled out Peter gasping. The last word he said was barely a whisper, “Help…” He coughed as his whole body fell to the hard ground.
Darkness surrounded him. He couldn’t see anything, because there wasn’t anything. Just black.
“Peter?”
“Nathan? Is that you?”
“Peter can you hear me?”
“Yes. I can hear you!”
“Can you hear me?”
“I CAN HEAR YOU!”
“Peter?” He opened his eyes and looked up. Four men were standing over him. “You okay?”
Sam Tyler looked the most concerned of the group. Ray and Chris continued to chew gum and Gene looked like he needed a cigarette at that exact moment in time.
“Yeah,” said Peter. “I’m fine. What happened?”
“You collapsed, mate,” said Chris. Sam put out his arm to help Peter up. Peter accepted it and used Sam’s body weight to lift himself up. Peter blinked a few times. “Like this,” and with that Chris demonstrated with his arms. He had his right arm standing up at a 90 degree angle and his left hovering flat in the air. He slammed his right arm down on to his left arm. He smiled cheekily at Peter. Peter frowned and blinked a couple more times trying to adjust to the light.
“You sure you’re okay?” asked Sam.
“Course he’s ok,” said Gene, slapping Peter on the back. “Boy just needs a drink.” Peter looked at Gene with one eyebrow up. He was beginning to think that was Gene’s answer to everything.
Back at the station, the interrogation of Mr Petrelli had begun. Gene and Sam were in the room questioning him, as Peter sat outside on the same bench as before, but more uncomfortable. This world is too brown, Peter thought. He looked around for something interesting to catch his eye. There was a radio on in the corner of the dingy brown station. The music was odd.
“Missed the last train home …” Peter squinted at the radio. It sounded new…like something he would have just bought in 2006…“It’s in your eyes …in your eyes…” Peter stood up and went to the radio and inspected it.
“Peter, I though you might like this,” said a girl’s voice over the radio. “I got it last month. I hope you like it.” Peter picked up the radio.
“Claire?” The radio’s static picked up and the song and voice were gone. “No! Claire…”
“Peter?” said Sam, opening the door of the interrogation room. Peter looked over at Sam and put the radio down.
“Yeah?” asked Peter.
“I need to ask you about him,” said Sam. Peter frowned.
“Why? You got him, ask him your questions.”
“Is he your Dad, Peter?” asked Sam quietly. Peter thought about it and looked at Sam.
“No.”
“Peter, you look just like him.”
“No, no I don’t, Sam,” said Peter sternly. Peter wasn’t his father. He didn’t want to be him.
…Maybe that’s all we are, just cheap knock-offs of our fathers…
*****
“What’s your name, sir?” Sam asked. Gene sat next to him, itching for the opportunity to interrogate his way. “For the record.”
“I’m not saying anything,” said Petrelli. “Until I’m told why I was arrested.” He looked at Sam and Gene sternly. Sam squinted at him in response.
“We have reason to believe that a client of yours is involved in some shady activity.”
“I’m being interrogated because of one of my clients?”
“Yes.”
“Then why don’t you just arrest them?” Gene looked over at Sam and then turned his attention to Petrelli. With his eyebrows high and a smirk on his face, Gene Hunt began his interrogation.
“What’s your name?”
“I told you-”
“And we told you, now be a good fella and tell us your name before I take matters into my own hands.”
“What does that mean?” asked Petrelli.
“It means you tell answer us or I introduce you to these.” Gene lifted his fists and pointed them towards Petrelli. His dark brown eyes looked at Gene with a little panic. He frowned.
“Philip Petrelli.”
“Good. See, wasn’t too hard was it, Mr Petrelli?” said Gene, smirking. Sam took over.
“How long have you worked for Linderman, Mr Petrelli?” asked Sam. Petrelli looked at Sam confused.
“Linderman? Is he why I’m being arrested?”
“We have reason to believe that Mr Linderman is involved in some mob activity.”
“That’s impossible,” said Petrelli. “He’s the reason I’m out here. He’s a brand new client of mine. Based out of a Las Vegas Corporation and he’s trying to spread it out across the world. Came out here to meet him and do the whole lawyer-client thing, you know.” He smiled at Sam. Sam felt the emptiness in his smile. This man was lying. Sam smiled back darkly.
“Tell the truth now, Mr Petrelli.”
“I am.”
“We know Linderman is a gangster, Petrelli,” said Gene harshly. “Now why don’t you just tell us where to find him.”
“You think Linderman is a gangster?” said Petrelli with a confused look.
“Oh, cut the shite!” said Gene. Petrelli stood up.
“I’m leaving now,” said Petrelli.
“Sit down Mr Petrelli, before I force ya to,” said Gene.
“Gene…” said Sam weakly.
“No! You can’t just arrest people, even in England! I’m a lawyer, Mr Hunt and an American! I’m leaving, now.”
He turned to go towards the door. This was a bad move on Petrelli’s part, because the second he turned around, Gene reached across the table, pulled him back and punched him in the face. Sam sat there. He was pretty used to Gene’s methods now, but he needed to find out more about Petrelli. He had to ask Peter.
“Peter?” said Sam, opening the door of the interrogation room. Peter was holding a radio. He saw Sam and put it down. Why was he holding a radio?
“Yeah?” asked Peter.
“I need to ask you about him.”
Peter frowned.
“Why? You got him, ask him your questions.”
“Is he your Dad, Peter?” asked Sam quietly. Sam watched Peter think of an answer.
“No.”
“Peter you really do look just like him.” They did look an awful lot a like. Same dark hair, same jaw line, same eyes…
“No, no I don’t Sam! I don’t look anything like him!” Peter paused and whispered to himself. “I’m not him…” Sam crossed his arms.
“I just need to know a little bit more about him Peter,” said Sam softly.
“Why?”
“To break him.”
“What?”
“Get him to tell us what we need to know.” Peter looked at Sam.
“What do you need to know about?”
“A man called Linderman.” Peter’s face was thoughtful. Sam knew he was getting through.
“Let me talk to him,” said Peter. Sam uncrossed his arms. “I can get the answers you want from him.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay then,” said Sam. He opened the door to let Peter in.
“But don’t tell him my name,” said Peter quietly. Sam looked at Peter. “Tell him my name is Nathan. Tell him my name is Nathan Petrelli.”
*I don't know if Papa Petrelli's name is Philip, but hey it works for my story. :D Wouldn't it be cool if I'm right?
Fandom: Heroes/Life On Mars
Author: Meli Parker
Word Count: 1426
Rating: PG-13
Characters and Pairing: Sam, Peter, Chris, Ray, Gene, Nathan, Mr Petrelli
Warnings: Some Language, Mind Trippy Action
Spoilers: All episodes of both shows
Summary: The interrogation of Mr Petrelli doesn't go very well. Time travel coma fic!
Notes: Part 5! I had to cut this part in half because live journal is being evil and saying the post is too big. It is a long part due to it pretty much being 3 parts in one, so I'll just have an extra chapter. :) It's a very Peter part but don't worry, a very Sam part is coming up soon. I just got the DVD of Life on Mars and I've been waiting so I can get the LoM characters down better. :D This again is based on episode 8 of Life On Mars, I'm just applying it to Peter. The song played on the radio is "Eyes" by Rogue Wave. It's the song from the pilot and 4th episode.
Thanks to my brilliant beta lozenger8 . I changed a lot of this part, after I sent it to Loz and got it back, so if there are in errors, it's my fault.
Part 5: You’re face to face with the man who sold the world
Peter ran. He was running as fast as he possibly could. All he wanted to do was get out of that room. Out of that hotel. Out of that world. He was outside now, continuing to run as fast he could.
“Hey! Stop!” he heard Chris yell.
“Stop!” yelled Ray. But Peter didn’t stop. He just kept running as fast as he could. He needed to get away. He couldn’t face him. Stopping Linderman was one thing, but he couldn’t face his father. Not again. Peter could hear footsteps behind him. They were running towards him. Peter didn’t even know where he was going. A part of him thought that if he kept running, he might wake up.
Suddenly, Peter stopped. He looked around. Ray and Chris were gone, the English city was empty. Brick streets mysteriously vacant as wind blew softly around him. Peter began to panic. He started breathing heavily. “His breathing stopped again!” said a voice in the distance.
“What?” said Peter weakly to the voice coming from no where.
“We have to incubate him now! Get life support ready!” Peter fell to the ground coughing. He couldn’t breathe. He grabbed his throat. The town around him seemed to be disappearing - building by building and replaced by dark edges.
“What’s going on here?”
“His breathing has stopped again.”
“What? How!? What did you do!?”
“You need to get out of here Mr Petrelli!”
“No!”
“You need to stay out of our way if you want to save him!”
Peter was panicking and gasping for breath.
“Somebody!” yelled out Peter gasping. The last word he said was barely a whisper, “Help…” He coughed as his whole body fell to the hard ground.
Darkness surrounded him. He couldn’t see anything, because there wasn’t anything. Just black.
“Peter?”
“Nathan? Is that you?”
“Peter can you hear me?”
“Yes. I can hear you!”
“Can you hear me?”
“I CAN HEAR YOU!”
“Peter?” He opened his eyes and looked up. Four men were standing over him. “You okay?”
Sam Tyler looked the most concerned of the group. Ray and Chris continued to chew gum and Gene looked like he needed a cigarette at that exact moment in time.
“Yeah,” said Peter. “I’m fine. What happened?”
“You collapsed, mate,” said Chris. Sam put out his arm to help Peter up. Peter accepted it and used Sam’s body weight to lift himself up. Peter blinked a few times. “Like this,” and with that Chris demonstrated with his arms. He had his right arm standing up at a 90 degree angle and his left hovering flat in the air. He slammed his right arm down on to his left arm. He smiled cheekily at Peter. Peter frowned and blinked a couple more times trying to adjust to the light.
“You sure you’re okay?” asked Sam.
“Course he’s ok,” said Gene, slapping Peter on the back. “Boy just needs a drink.” Peter looked at Gene with one eyebrow up. He was beginning to think that was Gene’s answer to everything.
Back at the station, the interrogation of Mr Petrelli had begun. Gene and Sam were in the room questioning him, as Peter sat outside on the same bench as before, but more uncomfortable. This world is too brown, Peter thought. He looked around for something interesting to catch his eye. There was a radio on in the corner of the dingy brown station. The music was odd.
“Missed the last train home …” Peter squinted at the radio. It sounded new…like something he would have just bought in 2006…“It’s in your eyes …in your eyes…” Peter stood up and went to the radio and inspected it.
“Peter, I though you might like this,” said a girl’s voice over the radio. “I got it last month. I hope you like it.” Peter picked up the radio.
“Claire?” The radio’s static picked up and the song and voice were gone. “No! Claire…”
“Peter?” said Sam, opening the door of the interrogation room. Peter looked over at Sam and put the radio down.
“Yeah?” asked Peter.
“I need to ask you about him,” said Sam. Peter frowned.
“Why? You got him, ask him your questions.”
“Is he your Dad, Peter?” asked Sam quietly. Peter thought about it and looked at Sam.
“No.”
“Peter, you look just like him.”
“No, no I don’t, Sam,” said Peter sternly. Peter wasn’t his father. He didn’t want to be him.
…Maybe that’s all we are, just cheap knock-offs of our fathers…
*****
“What’s your name, sir?” Sam asked. Gene sat next to him, itching for the opportunity to interrogate his way. “For the record.”
“I’m not saying anything,” said Petrelli. “Until I’m told why I was arrested.” He looked at Sam and Gene sternly. Sam squinted at him in response.
“We have reason to believe that a client of yours is involved in some shady activity.”
“I’m being interrogated because of one of my clients?”
“Yes.”
“Then why don’t you just arrest them?” Gene looked over at Sam and then turned his attention to Petrelli. With his eyebrows high and a smirk on his face, Gene Hunt began his interrogation.
“What’s your name?”
“I told you-”
“And we told you, now be a good fella and tell us your name before I take matters into my own hands.”
“What does that mean?” asked Petrelli.
“It means you tell answer us or I introduce you to these.” Gene lifted his fists and pointed them towards Petrelli. His dark brown eyes looked at Gene with a little panic. He frowned.
“Philip Petrelli.”
“Good. See, wasn’t too hard was it, Mr Petrelli?” said Gene, smirking. Sam took over.
“How long have you worked for Linderman, Mr Petrelli?” asked Sam. Petrelli looked at Sam confused.
“Linderman? Is he why I’m being arrested?”
“We have reason to believe that Mr Linderman is involved in some mob activity.”
“That’s impossible,” said Petrelli. “He’s the reason I’m out here. He’s a brand new client of mine. Based out of a Las Vegas Corporation and he’s trying to spread it out across the world. Came out here to meet him and do the whole lawyer-client thing, you know.” He smiled at Sam. Sam felt the emptiness in his smile. This man was lying. Sam smiled back darkly.
“Tell the truth now, Mr Petrelli.”
“I am.”
“We know Linderman is a gangster, Petrelli,” said Gene harshly. “Now why don’t you just tell us where to find him.”
“You think Linderman is a gangster?” said Petrelli with a confused look.
“Oh, cut the shite!” said Gene. Petrelli stood up.
“I’m leaving now,” said Petrelli.
“Sit down Mr Petrelli, before I force ya to,” said Gene.
“Gene…” said Sam weakly.
“No! You can’t just arrest people, even in England! I’m a lawyer, Mr Hunt and an American! I’m leaving, now.”
He turned to go towards the door. This was a bad move on Petrelli’s part, because the second he turned around, Gene reached across the table, pulled him back and punched him in the face. Sam sat there. He was pretty used to Gene’s methods now, but he needed to find out more about Petrelli. He had to ask Peter.
“Peter?” said Sam, opening the door of the interrogation room. Peter was holding a radio. He saw Sam and put it down. Why was he holding a radio?
“Yeah?” asked Peter.
“I need to ask you about him.”
Peter frowned.
“Why? You got him, ask him your questions.”
“Is he your Dad, Peter?” asked Sam quietly. Sam watched Peter think of an answer.
“No.”
“Peter you really do look just like him.” They did look an awful lot a like. Same dark hair, same jaw line, same eyes…
“No, no I don’t Sam! I don’t look anything like him!” Peter paused and whispered to himself. “I’m not him…” Sam crossed his arms.
“I just need to know a little bit more about him Peter,” said Sam softly.
“Why?”
“To break him.”
“What?”
“Get him to tell us what we need to know.” Peter looked at Sam.
“What do you need to know about?”
“A man called Linderman.” Peter’s face was thoughtful. Sam knew he was getting through.
“Let me talk to him,” said Peter. Sam uncrossed his arms. “I can get the answers you want from him.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay then,” said Sam. He opened the door to let Peter in.
“But don’t tell him my name,” said Peter quietly. Sam looked at Peter. “Tell him my name is Nathan. Tell him my name is Nathan Petrelli.”
*I don't know if Papa Petrelli's name is Philip, but hey it works for my story. :D Wouldn't it be cool if I'm right?