Peter Petrelli

Character: Peter/Sylar and Angela
Genre: Slash
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 2300ish
Rating: PG
Prompts:
Whatever by Godsmack for scifi_muses vol3.week38
9. "Break Out" Foo Fighters for 30_ballads 5/30
044. As much as you can carry. for 100_fairytales 63/100

( Hurricane Angela )

Thanks for reading. Comments make me smile.

Character: Peter
Genre: Gen
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 900
Rating: PG
Prompts:
060. Staying with a friend in rainy weather. - 100_fairytales 57/100
One Step Closer by Linkin Park - 30_ballads 6/30
Jack Sparrow: The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do. - scifi_muses vol3.week32
For: vampire_peter

( Caught Between a Wall and a Hard Place )

Character: Peter and Nathan
Genre: gen
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000
Rating: PG
Prompts:
What knockers! for scifi_muses Vol3.Week29
Notes:
For my brothers not_a_billain and reanimathan

( Happy Birthday to me! )

Character: Peter, Nathan
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 633
Rating: PG
Prompts: #029 The snare. for 100_fairytales 20/100
If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets.-Gurney Halleck for scifi_muses
Notes: Peter's about 11 in this. For my brothers - not_a_billain notabadguy and reanimathan

( Death Star will be in range in... )

Character: Peter Petrelli, mentions of Sylar and Nathan
Author: thewatchmaker writing as italianeaglesct
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 634
Rating: PG - lots of swearing
Prompt: Picture for scifi_muses
#018 The Bridge to Another World for 100_fairytales
Continued from HERE Sylar is talldarknpsycho used with permission.

My knuckles are throbbing as I make my way down the block, keeping the wall to my left. The sound of my fist hitting Sylar’s face is still echoing in my ears, and I’m so torn between being proud of what I did and ashamed that it’s making me sick. I already threw up because of it.

I’ve never hated anyone the way I hate him. He took Nathan from me. He took my brother, but I doubt he sees it that way. I’m sure Sylar thinks Dad taking my powers was the worst thing to ever happen to me. I shouldn’t expect him to understand. He’s fucked in the head. What would he know about missing a brother or anyone else? Damn psychopath.

This is the first time I’ve really explored the silent city. Before all I did was avoid Sylar and brood up on my roof, our roof, Nathan’s roof. I let him feed me. Slept on the sofa in his apartment because for some reason that god only knows I felt a need to be near him. All I can think is that I was praying that me being closer would make the parts of Nathan inside of him stronger.

Christ I get the shivers when I remember Nathan’s face looking at me with Sylar’s eyes. “I’m going to crucify you in Times Square,” he’d told me. I had no doubt it’s what he would have done with me. I’m surprised that he hasn’t killed me yet. Now that I’ve beaten him like I did, I’m sure he’ll come for me, and I’m not too sure I’d stop him from killing me.

The wall goes right through buildings. I checked out the first one, hoping that somehow I could find a back door out, but there was nothing. It cut through everything in its path. In one building it cut through a water cooler, but the water hadn’t leaked out. This shit hole was becoming more and more Alice in Wonderland by the hour. I would not listen to Sylar that he’d been here for years. Wouldn’t believe him that I’d been here over a month. It didn’t matter that I’d gone to sleep almost every night. I know it’s my mind playing tricks on me. Well Sylar’s mind. This is his nightmare not mine.

I found a few candy bars in the office building with the water cooler though, and I shoved them in my pockets. I’ll have to come back again with a bag to carry more. Sylar said he’d picked a lot of the stores clean in the area. I sure as shit hope he was exaggerating because if he wasn’t we’re fucked. How much food is there for the two of us living in this box? How soon would we be searching through people’s desks looking for Cup of Noodles and granola bars to survive?

The wall cut off the sunlight where I was searching, and a chill ran down my spine. I’d seen too many zombie movies to be comfortable. Funny how it didn’t bother me as much before, but now I was afraid. I didn’t want to be out here alone. I wanted Nathan, and fuck me if I wasn’t willing to settle for Sylar tagging along besides me while I hunted for food. This place belonged to the Winchesters not the Petrellis. Dean and Sam would fucking love this place.

Found a grocery store on the next block, and I could smell rotting meat and vegetation. “It’s been three years. There shouldn’t be a smell anymore.” I shook my head to clear it, and headed for the liquor department. If there was one thing I knew about Sylar it was this, the man didn’t drink. There was plenty of booze just waiting for me.

Character: Peter and Angela Petrelli
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 385
Rating: PG
Verse Notes: AU where Peter did blow up, and he wakes up on Level 5 powerless and betrayed.
Prompt: Agent Jones: Only human. scifi_muses

I’m so cold. The explosion took every bit of warmth from me along with all the lives I took. All I wanted to do was save the world, to stop Sylar, and I failed. Seeing Hiro run him through was the last good thing I saw.

“Dammit, Claire,” I mumbled into the thin pillow on the slab of cement they call my bed. “Why didn’t you do it? Why didn’t you kill me in time?”

“Peter. Good you’re awake.” I looked up through the reinforced window at my mother. As usual she looked like she’d been sucking a cup of lemons with a dash of tea.

“Ma?” I sat up, raking my hair out of my eyes. “It’s so good to see you. I thought you and Nathan…”

“No dear. We were prepared. I knew the explosion was coming, and I made sure the family was safe.” She blinked at me like a lizard sunning itself. There’s a hardness in her gaze that I don’t like at all.

“So I guess I’m grounded?” I asked, swinging my legs off the slab to pad barefoot across the cell. “How many people died, Ma?”

“That’s not important, Peter. You’ll be well taken care of here, but I’m afraid you’ll be here for the rest of your life.”

“What!” It’s not that I wasn’t feeling the weight of all those deaths, but the horror of being in this cell for eternity became my focus. “Ma I’m going to live forever. I have Claire’s ability.”

“Not anymore, Peter. You’ve been given medication to block your abilities…” Her arms were folded, and she tapped her perfect nails on her sleeves. “You’ll live a normal if uneventful life here and eventually die.”

“Nathan won’t let you do this to me!” I pounded the flat of my hands on the glass. “He won’t!”

“He already did, Peter.” Her cold dead eyes locked with mine. “Nathan knew about the explosion before it happened. He let you blow up, Peter. It was important for his career. You’ve done a good thing for Nathan, dear. Now he can become president.”

“Nathan…” My hands slid down the glass as I watched my mother stroll away. My whole body trembled as the cold seeped into my soul. I killed thousands, and my brother, my hero, let me.