Title: Waiting
Fan dom: Heroes Rating: T - Violence Couples: None Characters: Angela, Claire, Mohinder, Peter, Nathan, Linderman Notes and Spoilers: Through Chapter 18: Parasite and Chapter 28 of the Graphic Novel War Buddies Part 5 of 6 Though much of this is still speculation, there are also speculation and hints from promotional commercials, screen images, and spoilers.
Disclaimers: I don't own Heroes, Tim Kring and NBC do, I am just a fan. Major sap alert here. But I can't help it.
Chapter 2:
Nathan watched in astonished aw as Linderman healed the dying plant in front of his eyes.
"See Nathan," Linderman stated. "I do know a thing or two about saving the world."
Nathan felt his cell phone vibrate and he reached down to answer it.
Before he could respond with a breath, the call died. Something was wrong. Peter. The sensation dulled his senses and cause him to lose equilibrium.
"Ma?" Nathan called into the phone but without answer.
Peter? The realization hollowed him. Never would he be able to shuffle the image, the ache of the last time he saw his brother.
"I can't. As long as I am alive, everyone around me is in danger."
He squeezed the cell in his hand tightly as if he needed something to focus himself.
"I have to go," he said to Linderman. No further explanation given.
It was not a request, but a statement. Nathan once said that Peter's attempt to fly was a suicide attempt but it was at this instance that he feared it was the truth.
Peter allowed him to comfort him for that one moment, but was he only humoring him?
Linderman returned Nathan's determined and solemn stance with a surprising smile.
"Of course Nathan, you are free to go. Good luck on the election!" In a quieter voice he added, "Don't fly too close to the sun."
Nathan tighten his suit before he left, his nerves erratic, as he rushed out of the hotel room. There would be things to deal with soon. The two FBI agents were dead, and a six month investigation would have to be squashed.
He ascended into the sky, and flew. His heart seemed to stop for a second as he prepared himself to break the sound barrier. No longer could he ignore his ability, but still it felt much more like a curse than a blessing. No matter how much the power had also helped, somehow, someway these gifts behaved more like hassles.
The "Fly By Night Café", the place he once stopped at the last time he flew was just a blur this time.
He rolled his eyes internally. That title alone freaked him out. It was the place where he met Hiro and when he mentioned saving the world and being from the future. Nathan should have connected the dots then. Peter rambled about a time traveler, but Nathan was secure in his bliss and continued to refuse to take that one giant leap.
How long would it take him to get to New York? Could he get there without stopping? He was determined to try.
Angela Petrelli embraced her son. She tried so hard to keep her family safe. Peter once told her that on the night of Nathan's accident, he knew, miles away that he was hurt. She tried to ignore him but Peter insisted. Perhaps it was wrong for her to shelter Peter. Perhaps it left him unprepared. Or perhaps it encouraged him to rebel, searching for his own answers.
She had to know that he would not always be her dotting baby boy who would always take her word at face value, with no questions asked. But that no longer mattered.
The knock on the door was persistent, and she peeked out the window, it was Dr. Suresh.
She answered the door, her face flushed, herself numb.
Mohinder rubbed his eyebrow, "I'm sorry."
Angela made eye contact with Mohinder, yet her eyes were sore and tired.
"Peter's dead," they said together.
"No!"
It was Nathan as he landed on the grass, a much kinder landing than the desert, but that did not matter. He rushed pass Mohinder. This was his fault. It was he that told Peter to seek out Suresh, and now Peter was dead.
He clang onto Peter, embracing him tightly. He refused to believe Peter was really gone. It was so unfair.
"We can bring him to Linderman!" Nathan suggested eagerly, desperately, "He can heal."
Angela closed her eyes tightly, turning away from Nathan, unable to look at him.
"No," she said sharply, bitterly. "He can't heal the dead."
"No..." Nathan whispered, not wanting to believe that the situation was hopeless. He let his emotions flow as he choked down some tears. It couldn't end like this.
His cell phone started to ring. He looked at the name it was some yoyo from the office. Not being able to deal with such an interruption right now, he took the phone and threw it. It smashed against the wall and broke into several pieces.
"Where are Heidi and the boys?" he asked.
Angela turned around to face Nathan.
"Heidi is out, the boys are upstairs."
"I need to go out." Nathan sated. "I'll be back."
"Now?" Angela inquired.
Nathan kissed Peter one last time before he stood up and started toward the door. He didn't really know what he was going to do. Perhaps go to the office and see what they want, it would be a welcomed distraction. But what he really wanted to do was to go tail Suresh and find Peter's killer.
Angela, who actually knew her sons, too well. Stood in front of the door, her eyes fixated on Nathan's and she reached out for Nathan, placing her hands on his shoulders.
"Be careful," she managed her voice barely steady.
"I will."
I will: A phrase much more soothing than "okay" though at the same time still not soothing enough.
Angela nodded, and left the room to think.
Not long after Angela and Nathan, left, Nathan's daughter Claire came down the stairs.
"Grandmother?" Claire called out. She shivered, it would take a while for her to get used to having another grandmother in her life.
She got about halfway down the stairs when something or in this case someone stopped her in her tracks.
"Peter?"
She ran the rest of the stairs. She missed the last couple stairs and almost fell flat on her face.
"Ow.." she whispered. She might have regeneration powers, but that didn't mean falling down the stairs didn't hurt.
Though she quickly shook off her discomfort and walked close to the man she had ditched the Haitian at the airport to see again.
"He's in no position to be responsible for anyone or himself."
She remembered the Haitian saying this statement the day before. And she couldn't help to think why the man that saved her from the man that killed Jackie couldn't be trusted.
But now she knew. He needed protection himself.
The last time she saw him dead, her presence awakened him.
She remembered how scared she was the last time she saw him broken and pale.
He was her hero, and he gave his life for her. And he didn't even know her.
But he was her uncle. And it all made sense now.
She walked closer and kissed him on the cheek.
"You can't be dead Peter. I'm not done saving the world. And I don't think I can do it alone."
And then that was when something magical happened.
"Claire?"
"Welcome back Uncle Peter."
The End
Author Note: LOL, okay there. Happy now? Ow! I had to export a chapter two of another story, copy/paste my story from Word Perfect and paste it in here for Fanfiction Net to let me upload this! This was actually done days ago! Can't wait for the new episode on April 23! (Update April 15: I just fixed some typos. Sorry!)