And Now for something COMPLETELY different from me. AU starting from season 1. Fulfilling a sick pleasure that if i don't do soon it will turn into something far stranger.
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It had been three months now since that fateful night. The hospital finally let him go home between the skin graft surgeries, permitted that he move as little as possible. He could not argue with that, everything still hurt like none other. No ammount of vicodin or morphine for that matter could help him at this point.
He avoided mirrors like they were the devil, and the first week that his mother had stayed with him he had managed to shatter every single one of them in one way or another. Usually after having a long shouting match with her, too the point where he lost his voice and stormed off. His voice was hoarse and because he used it for shouting at his mother most of the time he hadn't been able to retain the normal qualities yet.
After the second week of his mother he managed to pack some cloths and take refuge in Peter's apartment. The only place that Angela seemed to not have thought of yet, for He was left alone for a week and a half, barely going out the front door unless for necessitites.
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Nathan was due at the hospital for his second round of skin grafts the next day. He didn't want to go spend up to a week in that hellish room. He lay on the couch with the TV flickering with the politicians that actually deserved to be on congress. Well...None of them probably deserved it for the standards of the original idea of democracy.
Those politicians though didn't have his problems. His problems were far more deep rooted to be involved with politics at the moment. They didn't have a brother who went nuclear and nearly destroyed New York for their mother's twisted plans to bring peace to the world.
Truth be told, He didn't want to be a congressman anymore. He didn't want to be anything anymore. What was the purpose? He had been right when he told Peter that he was the sum of all the people's expectations of him, especially Peter's expectations. He was nothing without his brother. He wished he had died along with Peter, but the selfish fool wouldn't let him. And now he was here suffering for his mistakes and wallowing in his own guilt.
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Tap. Tap. Tap. TapTapTap.
Nathan came too, sitting up too quickly gasping for breath. Another nightmare, conveniently interupted by that noise. That soft tapping noise, that he couldn't immediatly see where it was coming from.
He rubbed his eyes and slowly stood up, waiting for the room to stop spinning on him. The usual agony coursed its way through the nerve ends of his burnt skin. There was a reason why he didn't move much, but that noise needed to stop so he could sleep before he had to go to the hospital for the second surgery. Well, technically the fourth surgery, but he didn't remember the first two at all, and just barely the third for that matter.
He shuffled towards the bedroom, certain that was where the noise was coming from. It was insistent and getting quite annoying. Nathan opened the door and saw the noise maker through the window.
He stopped breathing.
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"Nathan...Come on now..." He opened his eyes slowly and instantly groaned by the headache that was added to his already extensive physical torment. A slight tap on his rather healthy right cheek brought him around.
"Peter..." He whispered hoarsely. He had saw his brother at the window, trying to open the window without breaking it. He was soaking wet from the downpour that had been going on all that day.
"Yea, Nathan, now look at me." Nathan did what he was told, opening them enough to make out Peter's new look. His hair was cut very short, and came off as far cleaner then before. It reminded Nathan of how Peter got his hair cut when he was a boy. Peter was drenched, but his eyes were bloodshot like he had been crying.
The elder Petrelli brother reached up and placed a hand on Peter's shoulder, and began to pull himself up to a sitting position. Nathan felt Peter's hand on his arm, helping him sit up.
"You're crying?" He couldn't hold it back anymore. Sure Peter was emotional, but he wasn't much for crying. Nathan could recount only a handful of times he saw Peter crying; one being when their father had died.
"I'm sorry." Peter replied. Nathan knew the younger wanted to hug him, but in his state was hesistant. He wrapped his arms around Peter and hugged him tightly, putting his chin on Peter's head and letting the younger cry and wrap his arms around the elder. Nathan winced at the contact, but didn't let go.
"I didn't mean to cause you so much pain..." He whimpered. Nathan pulled back, holding Peter by the shoulders at arms' length.
"This was not your fault, Hear me? It was my own choice. Mine and mine alone. It was not your fault." Nathan told him sternly. Peter stifled a nod and wiped his nose.
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He had missed his appointment with the surgeon, didn't even bother to call and reschedule. His brother was now back with him, back from the dead, that was more important to him then himself. Peter was sick though, He could tell this as the days wore on. The younger Petrelli slept alot, ate alot, and vomited alot. It kind of reminded him of when Heidi was pregnant, but he quickly avoided that idea because, well, Peter was a guy.
Nathan had poked and prodded at Peter about his time away. What happened and where had he been? It had been the most he had used his voice for casual conversation in nearly a month. Peter explained that his body didn't explode and immediatly after he had his strength back. He was able to catch Nathan before he hit the Hudson River and get him to the hospital. It was there that he had been taken by Bob and Elle. They had convinced him that they were working on a cure for the abilities. He agreed at first, but then he meet his roommate -cellmate- Adam. The british healer had been their for thirty years and now the two of them were stuck together for the rest of time.
Nathan noticed the quality of which Peter spoke of Adam. It was that of a broken heart. It was like when Peter showed up in Nathan's office that day, face covered in blood, saying Simone was dead because of him.
Nathan always knew Peter was on the fence. Ever since high school it would switch from having a boyfriend to having a girlfriend. Their parents didn't understand, Nathan didn't understand. The difference though between him and his Parents was that Nathan at least didn't ridicule him for his sexual indescisions. His simple advice to Peter was to find the right person. Nathan had thought he found his right person in Heidi, but as the days wore on after their separation the strain was beginning to put doubt in his mind. Sure, He loved her, but did she still love him?
Peter had explained after a couple of months Adam and him had staged an escape. They were going to run off together and have one of those happily-ever-after endings. But this is reality, and that never happened. The escape went well until they got separated. Elle had zapped both of them before Adam could tell Peter where they could meet. The youngest Petrelli did the only thing he could which was run, trusting Adam would find him again. Peter went to the only place he thought of, his apartment, and that was where Nathan had caught up with him.
Nathan had to sooth the youngest of his worries about Adam, taking on the caring older brother that he had been before all the politics were there. He liked having that role, though He hated Peter crying.
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"Nathan...?" He opened on eye and yawned and instinctively reached for his aloted bottle of pills which were running on low. He would have to go to the hospital and explain why he had missed the appointment and the fact that he had been for the most part missing for the last two weeks. The doctors were probably cursing the fact that they gave the politician a months' worth of vicodin for his pain.
"Yes, Peter?" Nathan called to him, popping open the lid to the pills and flicking two effortlessly into the back of his mouth as he sat up. He found Peter sitting in the chair beside him.
"There was something I didn't tell you about my time at the facility." His voice was quiet and uncertain. Nathan swallowed the pills down hard and looked inquiringly at his younger brother.
"What?" He verbalized his mental question. Peter fidgeted, nervously putting a hand on the back of his neck and rubbing it while looking at the floor.
"Well, Out with it." Nathan implored.
"I'm Pregnant." A collective brick was dropped then on Nathan's wearly mind. The thought was perpostrious in itself, and he couldn't get his head around it.
"Men don't get pregnant." That was all he could say to explain his dumbfound nature.
"I don't understand how it happened, Nathan, just that it did, and now I gotta live with it." Peter said quietly and sadly.
"Who's the father?" Nathan asked the next question bouncing around in his head.
"Adam."
