Peter Petrelli

Character: Peter, Simone, thoughts of Nathan
Genre: Slash
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 600
Rating: PG
Prompts:
022. The dance among thorns- 100_fairytales 59/100
Alan Swann: If I was drunk, could I do this? . - scifi_muses vol3.week33
Notes: Takes place after Nathan and Peter have their first kiss. Based on this RP over on heroesreduxrpg. not_a_billain is used with great affection, then gentle washed, folded and given back to his mun with cookies.

( So much for my self-esteem )

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Character: Peter, Nathan and the parents.
Genre: Gen
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1100
Rating: PG
Prompts:
033. The spider brings luck. for 100_fairytales 56/100
Second Chances – Shinedown – vol3.week18
For not_a_billain

( Yet another battle of wills )

Character: Sylar/Peter
Genre: slash
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1026
Rating: PG
Prompts:
10. "How You Remind Me" Nickelback for 30_ballads 4/30
Notes: Follow up to these the First Kiss and the Nightmare, and the RP with my Sylar talldarknpsycho. There is adult content in the RP. A special Happy Birthday to my bestie flying_monkees.

(  are we having fun yet?  )

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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, Sylar, Nathan
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 485
Rating: PG
Prompt: Curing the sick lion for 100_fairytales
Notes: Missing scene for - S4 Brother's Keeper

It’s true, all of it’s true. I want to puke, but I can’t. Nathan’s a mess. His hand’s shaking, but I can’t make myself reach out to touch him. I haven’t since I took flight from him at the Grand Canyon before we flew back here to my place. Now I’m watching while he tries to drown the conflicting memories in his head with cheap booze.

“Why is this happening to me, Pete?” His eyes are filled with so much hurt and pain that I wince. I almost cringe when they shift to Sylar’s black and then back to Nathan’s. Somehow I manage not to do that.

“I don’t know.” I can’t breathe, getting up I throw open the window and take in big gulps of cold November air. He’s dead. My brother is dead, and my worst enemy is wearing his skin. But fuck if I can’t feel a little sorry for Sylar too. He didn’t ask for this either. What mom did is vile. There’s no other word for it.

I’m mad as hell that Nathan’s gone, and I can’t take the taste of bile out of my throat. But is this better? Is spending time with this doppelganger that carries my brother’s memories better than him being dead? His soul’s not in there. It can’t be. Memories don’t make a man. This is so fucked up.

Nathan, Sylar, Nathan gets up, staggering more than a little. I don’t know how he can be drunk. He’s got regeneration and every other power Sylar had, he can’t get drunk, but I guess Nathan’s memory is telling him he is.

It’s too bad that dad didn’t get all of my power, because I can still feel how much he hurts, or maybe I’ve got that much empathy. I don’t want to feel this from him. I want to hate him. I want to kill him. I want him to die for killing Nathan, but I can’t say any of it. I can’t send him out the window or find something to jam into the back of his skull to kill him.

I can’t do any of it because I love him. I love the parts of Nathan that are fighting to survive, and even though it’s cruel, I can’t let those go, not yet. I want to help him. I wish I knew how.

“What are you thinking, Peter?” Not Pete. That makes the hair on my arms stand up as I walk closer to the bed. Nathan’s sprawled face down in the pillows, but I don’t need the face to see that he’s changed. “You’re thinking so loud.”

“I’m worried about you, Nathan.”

“I’m worried about me too. We’ll get through this. We can do anything together.” He lets out a bitter laugh, and I watch, unable to turn away, as he shimmers back into the visage of my brother. “We’re the Petrelli brothers.”

100 Fairytales Table

Title: I Have a Death Wish
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Wordcount: 410
Pairings or Characters: Peter, mentions of others
Prompt; Robin Hood: He called the Crusades a foolish quest. He said it was vanity to force our religion upon other men. scifi_muses
Warnings: None
Summary: In which Peter deals with the destruction Sylar brought on his family when he got his memories back.

I hate this house. Hate it more now that it’s empty. Ma’s gone and Nathan too now. Every sound echoes, no matter how quiet I try to be. It hasn’t been home since before college, and now I’m expected to live here because I’m the only one left. I don’t want to. I’d rather stay in my crappy apartment. The one with no furniture.

“I should see if I can talk Claire into taking it or Heidi and the kids.” I lean on the little desk in the foyer where I’ve been piling Ma’s unopened mail the stacks are pretty high. I look at myself in the mirror. I look like crap, dark circles under my eyes. I don’t remember the last time I had a good night’s sleep. I want to go back to work, but they won’t let me. They say it’s too soon, and they don’t want me distracted on the job. I know they’re right, but I hate it.

“What now, Peter?” I ask the reflection. “Do I go looking for Sylar? Do I get myself killed like the rest of the family because I’m not strong enough to fight him?” A vase of long dead flowers shatters against the far wall before I realize I’ve thrown it. “God dammit, Dad. You fucked me over! I can’t do anything now! It’s your fault Ma and Nathan are dead. You fucker!”

I have to find a way to get my power back. Have to I just have to. Mohinder made the formula that gave me what I have now. He’s the only hope I have to beat Sylar. Ma’s got to have his number in her desk, so I go there and dig through the other piles of junk I’ve put there until I find her address book.

“Mohinder, it’s Peter Petrelli. I don’t know if this is still your number, but I need your help.” It goes straight to voicemail. Nearly end up going head over heels as I push Ma's chair back too hard, and it catches on the rug. Have to wave my arms to get my balance again. I might have Claire's ability, but I still feel pain. Be my luck to bash my skull open....

"Fuck it." I know where Mohinder lives. If he's still around he'll be at the apartment or Isaac's loft. Cross my fingers it's the apartment. I don't like the loft. Not after what happened there with Simone.

Character: Peter Petrelli, Arthur Petrelli, Noah Bennet
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 731
Rating: R lots of violence.
Verse: The Company - Nathan died when Peter was 14. He's taken to the Company by Arthur. This story takes place 2 years after that.

Sweat was running down my back, and my knees felt like they were made of Jell-O. Every step made me want to cry. I was sick, but he didn’t care. When I stopped, leaning against a bright red door, my father turned to glare at me. His piercing blue eyes beneath his heavy graying brows showed his frustration with me.

“Peter. Is there a problem?” Arthur Petrelli slowly turned, his arms folded across his broad chest. “We have a schedule to keep.”

“I know, dad. I’m trying. I don’t feel good.” My stomach twisted just trying to make a sentence. He hated me. He wished I was dead instead of Nathan. I hadn’t been forced to absorb telepathy, but I didn’t need it. My empathy told me enough.

Arthur’s hand came at me fast, catching me across the cheek, then he grabbed my by the wrist, and yanked me away from the wall. I knew better than to protest. All I could do was wonder how bad the bruise would be, and why no one cared that he hurt me. I missed Nathan. I wanted my mother. I hated him.

“Good, hate me, Peter. That will at least get you motivated.” His hand moved up my arm until he was gripping just under my armpit. “Don’t you understand I’m trying to make you more than you are? That I’m doing this for you.”

“Please dad.” I fought back another wave of nausea and the tears that wanted to flow. He didn’t care that it was making me sick to take so many abilities. “But why can’t we skip a day? The next one could put me in a coma, dad. I was out for days last time. I haven’t had any dreams. I don’t understand why it has to all be at once.”

My back hit the wall, knocking the wind out of me as Arthur pinned me in place. “Maybe I should take them all away from you, Peter. Would you like that? You could go back to being no one and nobody. You have a destiny. I lost Nathan. I am not about to lose you to.”

Nathan wouldn’t have let him do this to me. I know that. “It’s not my fault Nathan died, dad. It’s not my fault Ma’s crazy either.”

“Shut up!” He didn’t hit me; instead he shook me and pushed me down the hall ahead of him. I stumbled and clutched my stomach as he came up to hover over me again, then stomped down my hand, twisting his foot. I screamed as bones bruised and broke, the skin tearing and blood ran down my fingers as I rolled away. “I can’t believe you’re the key to any of this.”

I should fight back. I could use one of powers he’d forced on me, but I didn’t have control of them. He never gave me time to learn to use them. Never gave me time for anything. I had no life. I had no freedom. I wasn’t allowed to say good bye to Nathan. Wasn’t allowed to visit my mother in the asylum he put her in.

“Mr. Petrelli.” I looked up through my hair to see Noah standing there. He was trying not to give too much away, but I could tell he wanted to shoot my father. I would have let him too, but Arthur would hurt him if he failed. I didn’t want Noah hurt. He was nice to me. “There’s an issue you need to take care of on level two. Monroe is protesting his new room. I’ll take Peter down to the infirmary.”

My father straightened his cuffs and didn’t give me another look as he stalked toward Noah. “I’ll have a chat with Monroe. I think it’s time Peter met him, don’t you?”

“That’s a wonderful idea, sir.” Noah waited until he was gone to help me up, wrapping a handkerchief around my hand. “Peter, why did you fight him?”

“He…he hates me, Noah. I tried to keep my mouth shut. I did, but it’s making me sick. Who’s Monroe, and why do you think it’s a good idea for me to see him? Don’t I have enough powers?”

Noah’s lips thinned at the blood soaking into the cloth. “You need to see Monroe, so he can’t hurt you anymore, Peter. Come on. That’s going to need stitches.”