MEMORIES
Summary When Nathan finds out Peter was dead, Nathan reflects at their time together. This is in Nathans POV.Sort of sequel- ish for episode .07, spoilers for the episode. (I'm crap at writing summaries)
Note Ok this is my first fanfic, no flames please! I don't remember the dialogues exactly so I improvised. I know that most people don't write/read Heroes fanfic but please R&R!!
Disclaimer Ok I'm not Tim Cring; if I was I'd be making a million dollars a minute. So don't sue me. 2nd if I was him, this crap would be an episode.
CHAPTER 1 –The Destiny And Death-
Linderman was showing me the painting of the exploding city, I was shocked but then again I've seen it more than once, I couldn't believe Linderman has it, I'm a very good politician running for congressman so I was able to keep an emotionless face. "Do you know how many people would die?" I asked sternly.
".07 actually. You will be the strength of this entire nation."
"if I can't win this election, let alone lead the country!"
"oh I'll see to that you'll win."
"if you know this much, then you also that the exploding man is, Peter?"
"Peters curtain call will come after the day you are elected" Linderman finished up, and I let a light sigh. The gun that, that girl gave Niki or Jessica was it? Me questioning myself over a small matter. Well either way it was still in my pocket. I went back to the hotel room in Las Vegas; it was great to be all alone for a small change. I was about to lie down on the bed and catch a little shut eye, but then my phone rang. It was my mom, I thought that was funny, my Ma never calls unless it's important. I smirked but picked up the phone anyways. "Nathan?" my mom's voice was so shaky,
"Ma? What's wrong?"
"It's Peter, he's dead"
I was shut off immediately, I didn't know what to do. I was frozen in a never ending nightmare of hell. I was numb all over, I just let the phone slip out of my hand slowly. I felt tears trickling down my cheeks, I was glad I was in the privacy of the room. I quickly wiped the tear off, and picked up my phone which survived the drop. I called in my guard and told him to get my things and prepare the private jet. All I knew I had to do was to get home as fast as I could to be with Peter. I sat down on the chair and sorted my mind for a while. Linderman was wrong, I thought he said peter would die after I won the election, he was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. I heard a knock at the door and the guard came in "The plane is ready sir." I didn't reply, all I did was slighty nod.
During the flight I reapeted the same question over and over again, the same thoughtover and over. It's not true, God please tell me it's not. I promised him I would never let him fall, but why now?