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10 October 2006 @ 10:16 am
Heroes Fic: Outrage  
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Title: Outrage
Pairing/Characters: Nathan, Peter
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Genesis, Don't Look Back, One Giant Leap
Summary: Peter is furious with Nathan for what he said (One Giant Leap Post-Ep)
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

Nathan dismissed his bodyguards at the door to his Manhattan apartment, entered and locked the door behind him with a tired sigh.

Tossing his keys on the console table beside him, he stripped off his tie – the red one had been the right choice after all – and removed his suit jacket as he stepped further into the dimly lit foyer.

The tie and jacket fell to the ground when Peter emerged from the shadows and cold cocked Nathan, knocking him to the floor.

Peter was on him in an instant, straddling him on the floor as he drew his arm back, punching his brother in the face repeatedly.

"You fucking bastard! God damn fucking liar!"

Peter kept pummeling his brother's face with his fist and Nathan laid there, simply taking the blows.

"I told Simone I loved her and you told her I was crazy and suicidal! You fucking told the whole world! You knew I wasn't depressed like Dad and you knew I didn't try to kill myself, but now everyone thinks I'm all fucked up!"

Nathan winced as Peter landed a fresh round of blows strengthened by his renewed ire.

Peter finally pulled his hand back when he realized it was warm and sticky – mottled red from Nathan's bloody nose and split lip.

He deflated all at once, face crumbling into sadness as he all but collapsed over Nathan's still unprotesting form.

"I can't do it anymore," he said haltingly, his voice tinged with despair. "I tried over and over and I can't fly and I can't levitate. It's just gone..."

Nathan heard the hitch in Peter's breath and wrapped his arms around him consolingly.

"It's okay, Pete."

"No, it's not!" Peter said loudly, bolting back up. "I had powers! I was special! We both were! Now it ends up the powers are gone and you fucking betrayed me to the press to save your damn campaign!"

Peter's breath was coming in great heaving gasps now as he fought back his anger and sadness.

"Is that what you think?" Nathan asked. He drew Peter back into his embrace, a little surprised at how easily he allowed it. "I did it for you, buddy. I'm a politician. I work with the government. I know how they operate."

"So?" Peter said, confused.

Nathan looked Peter square in the eye. "Peter, if the government found out that someone had superpowers they'd have them shipped off to a secret lab in a heartbeat and if they thought that person was a threat they might never let them out." He brushed the hair away from Peter's face gently, a gesture he'd done automatically – like his mother – thousands of times in the past. "I couldn't let them do that to you. I couldn't let them take you away. Better for them to think you're a little unstable instead of a danger to national security."

Peter leaned down, resting his heated forehead against Nathan's.

"You could have told me ahead of time."

"No, I really couldn't."

A moment of silence passed where their combined breathing was the only sound; Peter's labored breaths slowing until they unconsciously fell into time with Nathan's.

"You let me hit you. Earlier and now."

"I deserved it." Nathan let out a deep breath. "But I do admit an ice pack would be good about now."

Chastened, Peter scrambled up and off his brother and offered him a hand up, which Nathan accepted.

"I'm sorry I went off like that."

"It's okay. What I did was pretty despicable. I'll probably drop in the polls for doing it, but if it keeps you from winding up some scientist's lab rat or dissected and put under a microscope it was worth it."

"What about you?" Peter asked, concern finding its way back into his voice.

"What about me?"

"Well, you can fly too – or you could before at least – so why aren't you worried they'll drag you off as well?"

Nathan laid his hands on Peter's shoulders.

"Pete, I know we haven't always been the equal partners you wanted us to be, but I'm your big brother. It's my job to protect you. What happens to me isn't important in comparison."

"It's important to me," Peter said quietly.

Nathan nodded and forced a little smile despite the pain.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry I hurt you. I just did what I thought was best in a bad situation."

Nathan pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket and mopped up the blood from his face.

Peter tugged on his arm. "Come on. Let's go to the kitchen so I can get you fixed up."

"I knew there had to be some benefit to having a nurse in the family," Nathan joshed lightly as Peter led the way through the dark apartment.

"And here you thought my career choice was useless," Peter tossed back, making an effort to sound casual as well.

Nathan leaned against the doorway as Peter walked ahead of him towards the freezer.

"Did you really tell Simone you loved her?" he asked suddenly.

Peter stopped and paused briefly before turning around. He lifted his chin and spoke clearly and simply.

"Yes. I did."

Nathan nodded approvingly. "Good for you." He slid onto one of the kitchen bar stools and fingered his swollen jaw gingerly. "I like this new Peter – confident, self-assured... Of course, I'd like him better if he didn't punch me out every time he saw me..."

"Shush..." Peter admonished softly, pulling up a stool in front of Nathan and holding an ice pack carefully wrapped inside a towel against his brother's battered face. "Just let me take care of you."

"I thought that was my job," Nathan countered, leaning into the cool relief in Peter's hand.

"It's what brothers do for each other," Peter explained. "So don't try to fight it."

Nathan closed his eyes and let the pain begin to slip away.


NV: BtVS - Get Outta Hereneur0vanity on October 10th, 2006 08:35 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
a bunny for Mohinder/Charlie

*squeals* Yes!

I love this fic and how you found a way to twist and justify what Nathan did. 'Cause dude? That was really shitty of Nate.

And OMG, didn't Milo look hot in that suit? Very Bond. Like emo!Bond. Huzzah.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on October 10th, 2006 09:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
Mohinder/Charlie - because teh pretty compels me... (It's only a tantalizing tidbit, but why not share it?) ;-)


AAAH! That is freaking funny *and* spot on!

Yes, Milo cleaned up alarmingly well. Very classy in a slick 'way too much like Nathan' sort of way. It's like showing us how we might have lost Peter to the dark side if he'd truly followed in Nathan's shark footsteps instead of just worshiping him.

I wonder how much of it was
a) showing that Peter really does support Nathan
b) showing that Peter's going dark already
c) reminding us Peter's from a wealthy family too and therefore worthy of someone at Simone's level
(The pilot had made him out to be considered more like 'the help' so this might have been her wake up call to remember he's part of one of Manhattan's tony families as well)

Regardless, Milo+suit=hottness. I'm a believer now. ;-)

Glad you liked the fic. Please - if you haven't done so yet - go read Empty Hand Empty Heart and make me a happy woman...

melissima: Garcia Guh! <lj user=slick-puppy>melissima on October 11th, 2006 05:02 am (UTC)
Re: Confession
Okay, this one is my favorite of the Petrelli fics so far. (Mohinder/Charlie is entirely hot, also. I do hope it becomes a full-on fic.)

your ability to dive into new fandoms and write so well right away just fascinates me.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on October 12th, 2006 09:01 am (UTC)
Re: Confession
Words like 'favorite' make me so happy. /holds in quiet squee/

I do think I can do something with Mohinder/Charlie, but this crazy Nathan/Isaac has my muse all tied up in the porn department so it might have to wait.

your ability to dive into new fandoms and write so well right away just fascinates me.

At the risk of sounding hopelessly vain (too late for that right? /grins/) I can't tell you how/why that occurs since it is natural and easy for me. I josh about my muse, but honestly that's really how I feel it works. I don't have any special skills or training when it comes to writing fiction, but the muse puts things in my head and I just type them for her. I take credit for them sure, but it's not like I was really a conscious participant in the act of creation.

Okay, sometimes I am, but considering I wrote a 40 page fic in 24 hours I don't think fic is something I labor over in terms of thought processes. It really just comes and I try not to make too many typos. ;-)

/hugs you for being so nice and complimentary/