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. Just like everyone who reviewed so far, mickey, BlueDragon007, Stefhanie, and wiccanforever. 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. And if you haven't already, check out my other Heroes fic, Peter Price?
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 3: Sylar
"Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself." Anonymous
Nathan was interrupted from his musings by Isaac Mendez, a twenty year old rookie, who'd just joined the team a week ago. "Nathan, Derrik's looking for you."
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Nathan said, "All right, thanks, Isaac." With that Isaac left. Every time Nathan saw Isaac, he couldn't help but wonder how his little brother would look, after all he would only be seventeen, just a little over two years younger than Isaac. Finally, after he'd successfully cleared his head, Nathan got up to see the assistant director, Wayne Derrik.
Since Derrik's office was 2 floors higher, on the 4th floor, he walked towards the elevator, talking to everyone while he waited. Getting to the door, he raised his hand to knock, just as Derrik said, "Come on in Nathan." He still has no idea how Derrik does that.
"Hey Derrik, what's goin' on?" Nathan couldn't help it, he was curious.
"Sit down, sit down, and how many times have I told you, Nathan, call me Wayne." Derrik was always trying to seem like a friend to everyone who worked for him and to his credit, he was always there for all of them when they needed him.
"What's going on?" Nathan repeated, he was getting worried. He tried to wrack his brain for anything he did wrong, any mistake he'd made, and came up blank.
Derrik, apparently seeing his confused look, said "Relax Nathan, you're not in trouble." He actually chuckled when he heard Nathan breathe a sigh of relief. "Actually, I wanted to brief you on a case," he got up and shut the blinds, then continued, "It's big, so you and your team are the only ones who can know!"
Curious, Nathan leaned forward, elbows placed on Derrik's desk with his chin resting on his up-turned hands. Taking a seat and opening his locked desk drawer, Derrik took out a red folder with the word "Classified" stamped on the front, which he then handed to Nathan.
When Nathan only stared at it, he prompted him, "Go ahead and open it." Opening the folder, he was greeted by a picture of a tall, skinny man, who looked to be about his age, which was thirty years old.
Then Derrik started briefing him, "That...that's Gabriel Gray…He goes by the name of Sylar and he's the biggest mob boss in Los Angeles." Nathan looked closely at the picture, the man was wearing reading glasses, and had wavy brown hair, that was slicked back, he did not look like a mob boss. In Nathan's opinion he looked like your average person, but he knew firsthand that appearances were deceiving, so he asked, "If he's in Los Angeles, what's that got to do with us?"
Derrik raised his hand, as if to say, let me explain. He then flipped the first picture and Nathan saw a second picture, this time of a kid, who looked to be about seventeen years old.
"Who's that?" Nathan was truly curious.
"That's Peter, Peter Gray. He's Sylar's little brother." Nathan examined the picture, the boy, Peter, had long, dark brown hair, his bangs falling over his eyes in a way that made him look like a little kid. Another characteristic that added to that effect were his sad-looking, dewy, big brown eyes. For some reason Nathan couldn't explain, he felt a connection with the kid and he was pretty sure he'd never met the guy.
"That's the guy's brother?" Nathan asked incredulously.
"Yeah, looks innocent, doesn't he? Anyway, the kid's seventeen years old. Apparently, and this is what the lady from the Los Angeles branch of the FBI told me the kid said, apparently the kid saw his brother do something and the kid ran."
"What, why would he tell the FBI that?" The kid wasn't going to testify was he?
Then Derrik answered his unspoken question and told him, "The kid said that he wants to testify." Nathan was speechless, did the kid have any idea what he was doing?
Then Derrik picked up his phone, and after listening said, "All right, thanks."
"He's coming," Merrick started to say before he was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the door, "And I think that's him."
…TBC…
(Still want me to?)
705words, that's over fifty more than the last chapter, Woo!
So whaddya think? Good, iffy, bad, better, could be better? Should I continue?
If you see mistakes, feel free to point them out. 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.
*wishes really, really, hard* hope you like it! Good Night, Brownie!