Author's Note: An interesting thought and plot line...takes place five years after s2 finale. I own nothing you recognize.
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He stood there infront of the door staring at it as he thought of how to actually do this. He glanced over to his friend beside him and sighed.
What if this is another dead end?
Don't give up now. You told me yourself He couldn't die.
It's been five years Parkman.
So, We haven't found anything confirming his death.
We haven't found anything confirming he's alive either.
Stop being so pessimistic!
He glared at the NYPD detective before knocking on the door. After a second he tried the doorknob and found it open. He eased himself into the apartment with Matt right behind him holding a gun and ready to fire at a moments notice.
"Hello?" He called out into the apartment. He heard a television playing in the room next to him as he edged carefully towards the doorframe. He peered into the room and found a figure covered in a blanket, curled up on the couch.
As he studied the figure closer, he found that was what he was looking for. The dark hair was still cut in that short style that from when he last found him five years prior. His eyes were contently glued to the television screen.
"Peter?" He asked edging towards his younger brother in disbelief. He watched as the man before him changed drastically, His eyes twore away from the TV and stared at Nathan with confusion and fear.
"Who are you? What do you want?!" He screeched, curling himself further into the couch, if that were possible, away from Nathan.
"It's me, Pete. Nathan, your brother?" He tested. Peter looked like a deer caught in the headlights as his eyes darted back and forthe between Nathan and Matt.
"DAD! Help! Theres Two strangers here!" Peter screamed at the top of his lungs. Nathan took a step back at the sudden cry for help, and was more confused then ever.
"Peter, Dad's been dead for six years..." Nathan was going to continue when a man appeared in the door frame, holding a shot gun at them. He rushed between Nathan and Peter, handling the weapon with ease.
Nathan could only gap. His father was dead, they had a funeral for him. He couldn't be here, but yet he was. Sure, He looked alot older, but then again it had been six years. Nathan was the spitting image of his father for the most part, and it was almost looking a future version of himself when He saw Arthur.
"Dad? But how... I don't understand..." He managed to get out. "What's going on?!"
TBC