Peter Petrelli

“Christ, Nathan, you’re making my eyes water. Do you think you drank enough?” His breath hit me from across the room. “You are not the only man on earth who’s been dumped.”

“I’m Nathan Petrelli. I do not get dumped. I am the dumper never the dumpee.” He groaned when I took the bottle from him and tugged him to his feet. “Where are we going?”

“You’re taking a shower, then you’re going to bed.”

“With you?” He pressed his lips against mine and tightened his grip on me.

“Yeah with me. Come on if Ma sees you, we’re dead.”

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I had the shell in my hand. The tide was choppy, and I had to kick really hard to get back to the reef. I was getting tired. But I wanted to give mom the sea urchin shell she’d love it.

I looked into the rocks and saw the eel. It was huge, and it was looking right at me. I sucked in my breath, drawing salty water into my lungs. Choking and sputtering I tried to swim, but I couldn’t move.

Next thing I knew I was coughing up water on the beach, and Nathan was leaning over me.

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They were kissing. The sun was shimmering on the lake, and Nathan was kissing Kelly again. I was so bored. He was supposed to go swimming with me, but oh no he had to suck face with his stupid girlfriend.

When they sat down on the end of the dock, I got so mad. Mom and dad told him I couldn’t go in the water unless he was watching, and sticking his tongue in her mouth was not watching.

“Nathan!!!!”

I ran down the dock, fast as I could, and barreled into him. We hit the water with a splash.

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“I don’t feel good, Nathan,” I said, holding my stomach before puking into the petunias near the patio. “I’m all wobbly, and my head is spinning.”

Nathan wrinkled his nose, looking at what had come out of me. “Pete, what have you been drinking?”

“I had some of grandma’s ice tea when she was talking to mom. It’s hot, and I was thirsty. It tasted funny, but it was cold.”

“Little brother.” He reached over and rubbed the space between my shoulder blades. “Lesson number 24, never drink from a Petrelli woman’s glass. It’s not what you think it is.”

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“Pretend you’re having a good time, Nathan.” He frowned at me from behind the barbeque, then smiled as a reporter pointed a camera at him. “Nathan Petrelli makes better hamburgers. Vote for him because he believes in family values.”

“Do I detect sarcasm, Pete?” The fake smile flashed again as he dropped a charred burger on a bun.

“I don’t know, Nathan. Were my lips moving?”

“I’m just trying to get elected. I don’t need you to be my moral compass.”

I let out snort and stared at him over my sunglasses. “God knows someone needs to fill that void.”

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This one is dedicated to valor95 and teenpeter for helping me find kid pictures for icons.

“Pitching a tent, Petreli,” Harry laughed then went deathly still at the sounds of snorting and giggles coming from Nathan’s closet. “Your little brother’s spying on you again, Nathan.”

“Peter Petrelli!” Nathan grabbed the copy of Playboy they’d been looking at and shoved it under the mattress. “I’m going to kick your ass. Then I’m going to tell dad you were in here again.”

“Will not!” Inside the closet, Peter scrambled to hide behind Nathan’s clothes before his big brother opened the door. “I’ll tell dad.”

“If I let you look too, will you keep your mouth shut?”

“Uh huh.”

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“I know where we’re going, Peter.” Sylar glared at me from behind the wheel. The map was crumpled on the backseat of the car where he’d tossed it. “Eidetic memory.”

“I’m not comfortable with that. That map was pretty old. We could get lost.” I hate it out here in the middle of nowhere. Brown sand and scrub brush for miles on end, and no matter how many miles we’ve traveled the horizon looks no closer.

“We’re in the middle of the desert. Do you want me to pull over so you can fly up and look around?”

“Could you?”

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“Nathan something’s wrong with the cat. She’s screaming.” I tugged on his arm, dragging him through the mansion out to the cook’s house. It was hot, and the bees were buzzing around everywhere, but you couldn’t miss the cat yowling. “I think she’s dying.”

Nathan stopped and looked down at me, his eyes lighting up before he started to laugh. “Ah Pete, let me explain to you about the birds and the bees.”

“Sex? You want to talk about sex? What about Doris? She’s sick.”

“She’s not sick. She’s in heat.” Nathan didn’t blush the whole time, but I did.

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“You should tell them you stopped the end of the world, Peter.” Sylar leaned close to me; our shoulder’s bumping, while the reporters swarmed around Claire for her story.

“We stopped the end of the world,” I reminded him. “You did good too, and I don’t need anyone to know what I did. Do you?”

“I used to not anymore.” He let out a sigh, and then shook his head. “She always wanted a normal life, and now she’ll never have one.”

“None of us will.” Claire had changed everything for us all, and I didn’t like it one bit.

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“Nathan, I don’t know.”

“You want to, don’t you?” He gave me that smile that I can’t say no to. I don’t think anyone can. “How old are you?”

“I’m eighteen. I didn’t expect my birthday kiss to include tongue. You surprised me.”

“Yeah, I know.” He shifted closer to me, pulling me under his arm like he’d been doing since I was little. I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent that was all Nathan. His lips brushed over the top of my ear, and it made me shiver.

“What if we get caught?”

“They’ll die of heart failure.”

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