In My Time of Dying (Part 3)
Title: In My Time of Dying (Part 3 of 5)
Fandom: Heroes
Author: Meli Parker
Word Count: 1113
Rating: R
Characters and Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Warnings: Language, angst, slash
Spoilers: Up to 17
Summary: 2006: Peter finally comes out of hiding to tell Nathan of Simone's death.
Notes: Once again, you'll probably be able to tell I'm new at the whole slash thing. :) This chapter is just the beginning of the dark nature of this story. The next two chapters are very long and I'm probably going to end up splitting them up and making it more like 8 or 9 chapters. My obsession with dark!Peter shows up in this chapter as well as some dark!Nathan. The title comes from the Zeppelin song of the same name. Un-beated, any mistakes are my own. Enjoy! :D
2006
“Nathan, oh G-d Nathan, I fucked up,” Peter cried. Nathan looked up from his desk to his brother standing in the doorway, his jacket stained in blood. Nathan rose and quickly rushed over to Peter.
“Peter? Peter, what happened?” Peter was crying.
“She’s dead and I couldn’t save her Nathan!” His face changed to a darker tone. “I was just so angry…G-d I wanted to kill him. I wanted to rip his head straight off his shoulders and…I need you Nathan. I was wrong to leave you the way I did…I just…I don’t want to kill you Nathan. I don’t want to hurt you. I love you too much.” Peter collapsed onto Nathan and cried into his shoulder.
“What happened Peter?” Nathan asked him in a soothing voice.
“I was getting control Nathan. He was helping me! Then Isaac had to come along and screw it all up. He called these people…they scared Claude off. He was helping me and Isaac sent them after me; after him.” Nathan frowned concerned at his brother.
“What people? Where have you been Peter?” Peter looked at Nathan and smiled darkly.
“I’ve been here.”
“No, no you haven’t. I looked everywhere for you!” Peter smiled.
“Wanna know why you couldn’t find me Nathan?” he asked. Nathan nodded. “I’ve been invisible.”
“What?”
“Claude, he’s an invisible man. I’ve been using his powers and he’s been helping me with mine.” Peter paused and moved closer to Nathan. “I can control them a lot better now,” Peter said in a voice that made Nathan shiver.
“Who died Peter?”
“Simone, Isaac shot her trying to kill me.” Nathan’s eyebrows went into his eyes slightly.
“She’s dead?” Nathan asked. Peter only nodded. Deep down, just for a moment Nathan thought, well that solves my going public problem. Nathan shuddered and closed his eyes harshly. As quickly as the dark thought came, it left. Nathan opened his arms and let Peter collapse into his body once again. Peter looked up at Nathan, wrapped in his strong suited arms.
“Take me home Nathan,” said Peter. Nathan looked down at Peter.
“Of course Pete.”
Nathan opened the door to Peter’s dark apartment. He went to turn on the lights when Peter practically yelled out, “No!” Nathan’s hand paused underneath the switch. “No,” Peter whispered weakly. “Leave it off…please.”
“Ok Pete,” said Nathan softly. Nathan led Peter through his darkened apartment. He tried to sit Peter down on the couch, but Peter wouldn’t let Nathan’s arm go. He held on to it like a 10 year old frightened of the clowns at the carnival. “Let’s sit down Peter,” said Nathan lowering his body to the plushy sofa. Peter followed in his brother’s actions, his grasp un-weakened.
“I’m sorry Nathan,” said Peter quietly.
“For what?”
“Running away. I tried to…but, I just can’t runaway from this anymore. I can’t runaway…from you.” Peter’s dark, sad eyes met Nathan’s. “I missed you so much Nathan. I never realized how much I need you…how much, I love you.” Peter’s face pushed in closer to Nathan’s. “I need you so badly Nathan,” Peter whispered, leaning his mouth into his brothers. His cold, dry lips grazed Nathan’s ever-so-slightly. Nathan wanted to move away, but he couldn’t. He was transfixed on his brother. It was so wrong, but it felt so right. Peter pushed harder into Nathan’s mouth opening his.
This is so wrong, Nathan thought. Peter smiled as he tried again.
“No it isn’t,” said Peter responding to the thought.
Nathan frowned and pushed Peter away. “What isn’t?” he asked. Peter looked at him with the same smile.
“This isn’t wrong. It’s right. Nathan, I need this. You need this.”
“Peter…How, how did you - how did you know I was thinking that?”
“I read your mind. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It just kinda happened. I don’t really have control of that one yet,” he said smiling. Peter suddenly grew very dark; his eyes were intense with hatred. “I would have…I would be if he…” Nathan realising what his brother was thinking, about the dark thoughts that flowed through his mind were about to do, kissed Peter. He couldn’t let Peter become that. He couldn’t let Peter become so obsessed with hatred. That was Nathan’s job to angry, not Peter’s. But it wasn’t Nathan’s job to control Peter.
Peter’s body immediately relaxed. Nathan hands moved upward into Peter’s thick hair. Peter began to embrace Nathan. The two grasped at each other’s bodies, hair and clothing. It was like everything Peter had ever imagined it to be in more. Nathan on the other hand didn’t want to admit how great it was. He was happy with his life for the most part. Why did he have to make it more dysfunctional?
Because that’s what Nathan Petrelli did: Start dysfunctional families.
“I need to leave. You can’t save me Nathan,” said Peter softly as they lay together wrapped in Peter’s plush white comforter. Nathan looked over at Peter and smiled.
“I can, and I will.”
“I don’t want to hurt you Nathan.”
“Then stop running.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I killed him,” said Peter turning to his brother. Nathan looked at Peter and frowned.
“Who?”
“Sylar. He was looking for Isaac, but he found me instead. He tried to kill me Nathan. I had to protect myself from him.”
“Who’s Sylar?” Peter’s mouth twisted into a smirk.
“The man who tried to kill the cheerleader,” he responded slyly.
“You killed someone?” Nathan asked unable to believe that his brother had it in him. Peter turned away and looked up at the ceiling putting the floating pieces of nothing together with his mind.
“I think so.”
Two weeks later Nathan got a telephone call in the midst of his celebration party. “Mr Petrelli! It’s for you! It’s your brother!” yelled an intern. Nathan made his way through the crowd of new congressional aides, consultants and staff to reach the phone in the corner.
“Peter! Man! Where are you? You’re missing one of hell of a party!” said Nathan happily into the phone.
“You still think you can save me Nathan?” asked a cold voice on the other line. All of the happiness Nathan had just been feeling disappeared and was lost forever, never to be felt again.
“Who is this?” Nathan asked. There was a cold laugh in the speaker of the phone.
“Come outside your office Nathan.”
“Peter, what did you do?” Nathan asked cautiously.
“Do you think in my time of dying there’s going to be a body in the casket?”
“What are you talking about Peter?”
“Just come outside,” he said. There was a click on the other line.
Fandom: Heroes
Author: Meli Parker
Word Count: 1113
Rating: R
Characters and Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Warnings: Language, angst, slash
Spoilers: Up to 17
Summary: 2006: Peter finally comes out of hiding to tell Nathan of Simone's death.
Notes: Once again, you'll probably be able to tell I'm new at the whole slash thing. :) This chapter is just the beginning of the dark nature of this story. The next two chapters are very long and I'm probably going to end up splitting them up and making it more like 8 or 9 chapters. My obsession with dark!Peter shows up in this chapter as well as some dark!Nathan. The title comes from the Zeppelin song of the same name. Un-beated, any mistakes are my own. Enjoy! :D
2006
“Nathan, oh G-d Nathan, I fucked up,” Peter cried. Nathan looked up from his desk to his brother standing in the doorway, his jacket stained in blood. Nathan rose and quickly rushed over to Peter.
“Peter? Peter, what happened?” Peter was crying.
“She’s dead and I couldn’t save her Nathan!” His face changed to a darker tone. “I was just so angry…G-d I wanted to kill him. I wanted to rip his head straight off his shoulders and…I need you Nathan. I was wrong to leave you the way I did…I just…I don’t want to kill you Nathan. I don’t want to hurt you. I love you too much.” Peter collapsed onto Nathan and cried into his shoulder.
“What happened Peter?” Nathan asked him in a soothing voice.
“I was getting control Nathan. He was helping me! Then Isaac had to come along and screw it all up. He called these people…they scared Claude off. He was helping me and Isaac sent them after me; after him.” Nathan frowned concerned at his brother.
“What people? Where have you been Peter?” Peter looked at Nathan and smiled darkly.
“I’ve been here.”
“No, no you haven’t. I looked everywhere for you!” Peter smiled.
“Wanna know why you couldn’t find me Nathan?” he asked. Nathan nodded. “I’ve been invisible.”
“What?”
“Claude, he’s an invisible man. I’ve been using his powers and he’s been helping me with mine.” Peter paused and moved closer to Nathan. “I can control them a lot better now,” Peter said in a voice that made Nathan shiver.
“Who died Peter?”
“Simone, Isaac shot her trying to kill me.” Nathan’s eyebrows went into his eyes slightly.
“She’s dead?” Nathan asked. Peter only nodded. Deep down, just for a moment Nathan thought, well that solves my going public problem. Nathan shuddered and closed his eyes harshly. As quickly as the dark thought came, it left. Nathan opened his arms and let Peter collapse into his body once again. Peter looked up at Nathan, wrapped in his strong suited arms.
“Take me home Nathan,” said Peter. Nathan looked down at Peter.
“Of course Pete.”
Nathan opened the door to Peter’s dark apartment. He went to turn on the lights when Peter practically yelled out, “No!” Nathan’s hand paused underneath the switch. “No,” Peter whispered weakly. “Leave it off…please.”
“Ok Pete,” said Nathan softly. Nathan led Peter through his darkened apartment. He tried to sit Peter down on the couch, but Peter wouldn’t let Nathan’s arm go. He held on to it like a 10 year old frightened of the clowns at the carnival. “Let’s sit down Peter,” said Nathan lowering his body to the plushy sofa. Peter followed in his brother’s actions, his grasp un-weakened.
“I’m sorry Nathan,” said Peter quietly.
“For what?”
“Running away. I tried to…but, I just can’t runaway from this anymore. I can’t runaway…from you.” Peter’s dark, sad eyes met Nathan’s. “I missed you so much Nathan. I never realized how much I need you…how much, I love you.” Peter’s face pushed in closer to Nathan’s. “I need you so badly Nathan,” Peter whispered, leaning his mouth into his brothers. His cold, dry lips grazed Nathan’s ever-so-slightly. Nathan wanted to move away, but he couldn’t. He was transfixed on his brother. It was so wrong, but it felt so right. Peter pushed harder into Nathan’s mouth opening his.
This is so wrong, Nathan thought. Peter smiled as he tried again.
“No it isn’t,” said Peter responding to the thought.
Nathan frowned and pushed Peter away. “What isn’t?” he asked. Peter looked at him with the same smile.
“This isn’t wrong. It’s right. Nathan, I need this. You need this.”
“Peter…How, how did you - how did you know I was thinking that?”
“I read your mind. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It just kinda happened. I don’t really have control of that one yet,” he said smiling. Peter suddenly grew very dark; his eyes were intense with hatred. “I would have…I would be if he…” Nathan realising what his brother was thinking, about the dark thoughts that flowed through his mind were about to do, kissed Peter. He couldn’t let Peter become that. He couldn’t let Peter become so obsessed with hatred. That was Nathan’s job to angry, not Peter’s. But it wasn’t Nathan’s job to control Peter.
Peter’s body immediately relaxed. Nathan hands moved upward into Peter’s thick hair. Peter began to embrace Nathan. The two grasped at each other’s bodies, hair and clothing. It was like everything Peter had ever imagined it to be in more. Nathan on the other hand didn’t want to admit how great it was. He was happy with his life for the most part. Why did he have to make it more dysfunctional?
Because that’s what Nathan Petrelli did: Start dysfunctional families.
“I need to leave. You can’t save me Nathan,” said Peter softly as they lay together wrapped in Peter’s plush white comforter. Nathan looked over at Peter and smiled.
“I can, and I will.”
“I don’t want to hurt you Nathan.”
“Then stop running.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I killed him,” said Peter turning to his brother. Nathan looked at Peter and frowned.
“Who?”
“Sylar. He was looking for Isaac, but he found me instead. He tried to kill me Nathan. I had to protect myself from him.”
“Who’s Sylar?” Peter’s mouth twisted into a smirk.
“The man who tried to kill the cheerleader,” he responded slyly.
“You killed someone?” Nathan asked unable to believe that his brother had it in him. Peter turned away and looked up at the ceiling putting the floating pieces of nothing together with his mind.
“I think so.”
Two weeks later Nathan got a telephone call in the midst of his celebration party. “Mr Petrelli! It’s for you! It’s your brother!” yelled an intern. Nathan made his way through the crowd of new congressional aides, consultants and staff to reach the phone in the corner.
“Peter! Man! Where are you? You’re missing one of hell of a party!” said Nathan happily into the phone.
“You still think you can save me Nathan?” asked a cold voice on the other line. All of the happiness Nathan had just been feeling disappeared and was lost forever, never to be felt again.
“Who is this?” Nathan asked. There was a cold laugh in the speaker of the phone.
“Come outside your office Nathan.”
“Peter, what did you do?” Nathan asked cautiously.
“Do you think in my time of dying there’s going to be a body in the casket?”
“What are you talking about Peter?”
“Just come outside,” he said. There was a click on the other line.