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Character Profiles are on Chapter 17…..Now on to Heroes goodness.

Peter….Price??

Chapter 21: Disbelief

Previously on Peter Price:

Peter looked pointedly up at him, and then at the floor, as if saying, I already am, now, get on with the story. "Um," Nathan said, "I think you might want a couch for this one."

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Feeling cooperative for the moment, Peter led them toward the living room. As they walked toward the living room, Nathan, who had earlier been caught up in the excitement of meeting his son, was finally able to appreciate the beauty of Peter's apartment; each room had four walls and they were painted either red, green, or white, only one color repeating twice in each room (kitchen/dining, living, and bedroom). The place was clean and as they walked into the living room, Nathan noticed that it was very impressive.

There was a large, brown, leather L-couch with a place for food and cup holders in the middle of the curve of the L. There was also a matching, recliner loveseat, placed next to the couch at a right angle, which made the L look like a U. Between the two couches, there was a fancy and intricate glass table framed by dark, oak wood. The cherry on the sundae was the giant entertainment table which had an entire entertainment system with a fifty inch, flat screen TV, and a collection of DVD movies.

Nathan wondered how Peter had afforded all of this and was about to ask, when Peter nervously inquired, "So what do you wanna tell me?"

"Um..,"said Nathan, "I don't know where to start."

Peter was getting agitated because he knew that when someone suggested that you sit down it implied that there was bad news, "The beginning's always a good place to start."

"All right, it all started nine years ago. I was twenty-five years old, got married when I was twenty and I had two kids, a four year old boy, Simon, and a two year old girl, Claire. My wife, Heidi," he said pointing to her, "had just had a miscarriage and I guess I was trying toget away from it all, from the pain of losing a child and the feeling that I should've done something…anything to stop it, but I didn't."

"Wait," Peter interrupted, "but that wasn't your fault, it was meant to happen and you can't change that and I'm pretty sure your kid wouldn't have wanted you to feel guilty about it. I mean, children are just like parents, no matter what they do you have to love them. I'm not just saying that, it's the truth." Nathan smiled after he understood what Peter was saying, his son loved him, or at least the idea of him, so maybe he'd be more accepting.

"You're a very smart kid, Peter. I wish I'd known that back then…or actually I don't because if I had, my youngest wouldn't be alive and I wouldn't trade him for the world. Anyway, back to what I was saying. I was on a business trip in Texas and that's when I met her, she was sweet, beautiful, different and I did something I never should have done, I used her, Peter. I used her to get away from my problems and then left without an explanation, if I hadn't maybe she would've told me about my son."

Looking at Peter and studying his features, Nathan listed them off, "He's eight and a half years old, has jet black hair and hazel eyes and about this tall," the last part was said with a hand landing at a spot in the air that looked to be about four feet above the ground.

"Do you think I know him?" asked Peter, not thinking for a second that they were his parents, like he would ever be that lucky.

Nathan smiled sadly, it hurt him to see that Peter didn't even consider that his parents would ever come looking for him, "I know you know him, Peter."

"I do?" asked Peter curiously, "What's his name?"

Leaning forward and looking Peter in the eye, Nathan answered his question, "Peter, his name's Peter."

Trying to remember a Peter, Peter unconsciously scratched the back of his head with his left hand, "I don't know a Peter, Mr. Petrel…" and that's when Peter finally realized the look on their faces they looked like the cat that ate the canary, he jumped up from the couch, "No...No way, you are not my parents. My mom's dead, I know she is. She was burnt to death in that fire, I remember her. And… and you," he said looking at Heidi angrily, "are not my mother. My mom had blonde hair and…" Peter tried to get his photographic memory to cooperate and pushed harder than ever, "…and blue eyes."

"She…she loved me," declared Peter, as if he knew it for certain, which he did.

"You are not my parents," screamed Peter, and then lowering his voice continued, "and you never will be…" Peter was then cut-off by Nathan, who too had gotten up and was now walking toward Peter, unintentionally backing him up against the living room window, "I am your father, Peter and I'll…" Then next thing Nathan knew was that Peter had disappeared and the window Peter had been standing in front of had disappeared. Crap, thought Nathan, Peter hadn't believed them, but that was okay, there was more than one way of getting your kid with you, whether or not they wanted it, especially if they were underage.

"Come on, Heidi, let's go," said Nathan, looking at her and begging her with his eyes to not say anything, that he'd explain everything in a little bit. And with that Nathan and Heidi Petrelli left Peter's home and were gone. Then as the door clicked, signaling that it was locked, Peter released a deep breath and slid down the wall, curled up in a fetal positing, his head resting on his knees, crying and thinking 'Who would ever play such a cruel joke on a kid? Give them hope that their parents were alive and wanted them?'

…TBC…

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