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A/N: Erm. Yay for loving some one probably more than they love you? Yeah, I don't think I really have anything author note worthy to say for this.
Also, this is set sometime after Genesis, and it basically ignores any events that take place in Don't Look Back.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes.
Warnings: Incest, which means Nathan/Peter. (Although it really isn't graphic anything.) So, if that freaks you out, then please, don't read this. I really don't want to freak you out.
Waiting For Yesterday
Peter didn't even bother to look at Nathan as he bent down to pick up the shirt that had been discarded there hours ago. He knew what he would see if he looked at Nathan now, anyway. Nothing.
Unaware. Asleep, after everything.
Asleep, as if nothing had been happening between the two of them for years and years. Asleep, as if being so would erase this fact and make it all go away.
As if nothing had happened between them tonight. As if when he awoke all of it could be chalked up to some sort of bad dream.
But only a dream at that, never anything more.
If Peter could, he would be angry, furious at Nathan for disregarding him the way he did. The way he always did. But Nathan was also Nathan and if Peter thought about it, really, he could never truly be angry with him.
It wasn't in him to do so.
As he pulled the shirt over his head and grabbed his jacket (which had somehow managed to stay on the bed throughout everything) he couldn't help but look at Nathan, or the moonlight that shone through the window behind him.
The moonlight made Nathan's skin glisten, and almost glow, and he wanted nothing more than to just lie down on that bed once again and rest with him forever.
Instead he turned away from Nathan and the moonlight. It only reminded him of what he could never have.
It could be so simple, though. To stay. To go.
To put on the jacket in his hands, open the door, and leave Nathan forever. To let himself finally be free of Nathan, and to never have to need him the way he had always felt he had to. (Although he really isn't that sure if he could ever completely not need Nathan, but maybe if he left this once he could leave once again.)
It could be so easy.
But if there were only two things Peter has ever wanted, they were always to leave Nathan, to be free of him. Of course the other was to always be with Nathan.
Peter sighed and set his jacket down onto the bed, and turned around to face Nathan and the moonlight once again. Slowly, as to not disrupt Nathan sleeping, he sat down on the bed, and watched the shadows slowly change shape on Nathan's chest.
"Do you even love me?"
Nathan did not stir, and Peter looked away.
"Just let me go, please. I can't take being here, like this, anymore. Just tell me to leave, and I'll stay away forever."
Peter looked back, but Nathan was still asleep. Sighing in defeat he began to move to get up, but a hand snaked around to grab his own, and Peter looked down at Nathan once again.
There was still nothing there, though. No recognition, and Nathan was obviously still asleep. But Peter could still hear him, he could still sense the message, sense what Nathan was telling him, even though Nathan wasn't even conscious to say it.
Stay.
Peter only sighed and shrugged off his shoes, and slid underneath the covers. A cloud overhead passed, causing the moonlight to fade away, and the room went dark.
Don't ever leave.
Peter closed his eyes, and by the time he opened them again Nathan was already gone.
