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More Fallout - Peter and Angela
May. 25th, 2010 10:42 amCharacter: 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.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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.
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.
