Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Petrelli, Milo Ventimiglia, or Heroes, which is probably a good thing cuz I'd end up ruining it.

This is my second attempt at a Heroes fanfic, I don't know what it is about Peter Petrelli (fic idea, There's something about Peter Petrelli, jk) but he just inspires me to write. Don't know if this is good enough, no seriously I have no idea what I'm doing except that my brain's thinking this, so I'm writing it.

I, just like any other story I wrote, have written, or ever will write, am winging this. Now…..On to Heroes goodness of the Peter Whump and Nathan angst variety (plans might change cuz I can't control my brain) *crosses finger*, hope you like it!

This is pre-series and an AU, it's gonna have flashbacks, and there is a twelve year gap between Nathan and Peter.

Trust Me

Chapter 1: 5 years ago

"Speak when you are angry, and you will make the best speech you'll ever regret." Laurence J. Peter

25 year old, Nathan was woken by the sound of his cell phone ringing. Groaning, he reached over to his bedside table and felt his way 'round until he found it. Seeing that Heidi, his girlfriend, was still asleep, he got up and walked out into the balcony. Then bringing it up to his ear, he said, "Nathan Petrelli."

"Nathan, I…um…I think someone's been follo..," Peter, his thirteen year old little brother, sounded scared, usually this would kick his big brother instincts into override, but grumpy because he'd just been disturbed from his sleep, his anger came out and he cut his little brother off.

"Peter, what are you doing, what was so important that you couldn't wait until tomorrow? And why on earth aren't you asleep, you know like normal people," he snapped, but God damn it he'd been having a great dream, and it was midnight. "Is this about the flying crap, because I already told you, Peter, people can't fly! God, Peter, I am at law school, I need to wake up bright and early tomorrow, I have midterms! Why can't you just be normal?"

"Nathan..," he was cut off again as his big brother kept on ranting, "I can't always keep cleaning up your messes Peter, I have a work to do, I gotta go."

"Nath…," and with that Nathan Petrelli hung up on his little brother and went to sleep peacefully in his comfortable bed, not realizing what he'd inadvertently done. Because if Nathan Petrelli had stayed on the phone a second longer, he would have heard his brother's shout and realized that his little brother wasn't trying to just talk to him, his last call was a plea asking for his big brother's help. He would have realized that his little brother was in trouble. He would have also realized that he'd made the biggest mistake of his life.

…TBC…

(If you want me too?)

So whaddya think? Good, iffy, bad? Should I continue?

If you see mistakes, feel free to point them out, I wanted to write at least 500 words, but that would've messed up the flow of the story, imo anyway. I hope I didn't offend anyone like ever and never do it in the future. I am grateful for your support. *scouts honor*(I was never a girl scout.)

Be honest if you think, I'm doing something wrong, and as before mentioned, I have no idea what I'm doing.

*crosses fingers* hope you like it! With love yours, Brownie!