Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or Stargate SG-1. If I did, Heroes would still be on the air and we would have an ending!
To Dur'id the Druid:
I have no intention of turning this into an angsty/whiny fic if I can help it. The reason why in the last few chapters there has been lot of flashbacks and Peter's thoughts on his family is because he's still hurting from their betrayals and that is an intricate part of the story. I mean, his father basically power-raped him, his mother almost let him blow up New York City and Nathan... is basically a jerk. What I'm thinking is that his letting go of that anger and that pain will help loosen his powers one by one. There will be more flashbacks, but hopefully shorter than last chapters. As for yaoi, well I'll let you make that decision for yourself because there will be a lot of interaction between Peter and Daniel. You can decide if it's romantic or not. :) Hope that answered your questions :D
To Farywel:
This story is far from complete :) I'm planning on about 15-20 chapters :) Maybe more.
Thank you guys for reviewing! This chapter is dedicated to you guys!
Yes, I know Janet Fraiser died in 'Heroes Part One and Two', this has now happened, so Dr. Frasier is dead :(...
We're starting in 'Inauguration', only it isn't Henry Hayes who's President... it's Nathan Petrelli :)
The Video and The Painting:
The next few days consisted of Peter creeping out of his room, hoping to avoid the inevitable meeting with General Hammond he knew he would be summoned too. It wasn't everyday when one of your employees came back to life after all.
Maybe, he could downplay this. Say that Doctor Frasier, God rest her soul, had made a mistake and it had just taken his body longer to respond to the-
Peter's thoughts were cut short when he rounded a corner and collided with another body, causing them both to fall to the floor. "U-ugh." he muttered, rubbing the back of his head while turning his head to check on whoever he had collided with. His breath caught in his throat as he scrambled to get up.
There, right in front of him, was a gorgeous blonde woman with eyes the color of the clear sky sprawled on the floor. She was rubbing the back of her head as well and Peter offered her a hand. She took it before awkwardly standing up, brushing her pants with her hands. "Thanks." She spoke, her voice a light alto.
"U-uh, no problem." Peter responded, nervously, "I did kinda run into you so it seems only fair I help you stand up."
She smiled before sticking out her hand, "Major Samantha Carter, U.S. Airforce." She said before adding, "People call me Sam."
"Peter Petrelli, nurse and paramedic." He said in return, grasping her hand in a firm handshake.
Sam's eyes widened in recognition, "Oh! You're the guy that Daniel wouldn't shut up about!"
Peter flinched a little but put on a nervous smile, rubbing the back of his head with his right hand, "Really?" He laughed a little too tightly.
Her face formed a frown as she stared deep into his eyes, "Wait a second, Petrelli... as in Nathan Petrelli? The new President?"
To Peter's credit, his face didn't show any surprise, even if he was floored on the inside. Nathan was... president? But that would mean... he would know about the Stargate Program. Meaning... Nathan could find him. He had to be more careful from now on.
"No, I didn't even know the new President had been elected. There are a lot of Petrelli's out there." Peter lied smoothly, a crooked grin on his face as he panicked on the inside, "In fact, I would've voted for the other guy, Henry Hayes, if I had remembered. If I was related to the President, wouldn't I be yelling it to the world?"
Sam thought about it for a few seconds before nodding slowly, her face still set in a frown. Great, all Peter needed was someone else snooping in his life. What was it about him that drew people in? Lately, it seemed, all of SG-1. Well, three out of four of them...
"Oh!" She exclaimed, eyes wide, "I'm late for a briefing! I was supposed to be there..." Sam glanced at her watch before gulping loudly, "10 minutes ago..."
Peter winced in sympathy before backing away, hoping to make a quick break for it, "I should be on my way-"
Suddenly she grabbed his forearm, shaking her head, "Sorry, but General Hammond does want to see you."
Peter rolled his eyes, "Peachy..." He muttered while Sam dragged him off, feeling a little tingle in the back of his head once again and for the second time, he ignored it.
"And we have some breaking news for you now. Rumors have surfaced that the U.S. Government has recently broadened the reach of the Patriot Act. Thanks, Brian-"
Came a voice from upstairs in the briefing room. Peter's face paled. He knew what they were watching, how could he not? He had sent that video in!
As he and Sam walked up the stairs, Peter felt as though he were walking to his death. He looked like it too as his head reached the top of the stairs. There, in front on him on a large screen, he saw a beautiful black woman talking. Her name, he thought back, was Angela Charles.
"Well, tonight sources have provided our news bureau some startling footage taken directly from an unnamed government agency right here in Washington-" Sitting there in front of the white screen were General Hammond, Daniel, Jack and some other guy Peter hadn't met yet.
The picture switched from the African-American woman to show people in orange jumpsuits and hoods. One even had silver gloves on, and Peter knew immediately that it was Tracy. Their ears were covered with sound-suppressing head-phones and their eyes covered in blacked out goggles. In the background, Peter saw a flash of blonde hair and his eyes widened. 'Claire. So she was with us before the plane took off, but someone let her go... Who?'
He watched as a man led her to a car and Peter's blood burned with fury. It was Nathan, his back to the camera and an arm around Claire's shoulders as he pushed her into a black car. So, Claire got a free pass while Peter was carted off to God knows where... Just the thought of it made Peter sick to his stomach. At least she had been safe... and able to come back for the rest of them.
Glancing around the room, he noticed they were all watching the scene intently. Daniel's usually friendly face contorted in a frown while Jack looked openly interested at the image. The other man, Zeal'c or something, watched impassively as the woman continued.
"Now, this video shows American citizens in hoods and restraints in what appears to be a clear violation of their constitutional rights. Is the government running a secret military organization with the authority to disregard civil liberty?"
The video turned off and the lights flickered back on as General Hammond turned to greet Sam, only to be surprised to see Peter standing next to her.
"Mr. Petrelli, what a pleasant surprise." He said, a smile on his face as he reached out his hand for a handshake. Peter grasped it for a few seconds before letting go, letting an easy smile fall on his lips. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you sir, I've heard a lot about you." He responded.
"Good things I hope." General Hammond stated before turning to Sam with a reproving look, "Major Carter, I thought I told you-"
"I'm sorry sir," She interrupted him, "I got a little preoccupied in the lab and then ran into Peter here." She said sheepishly before taking a seat next to Jack. "Hey Teal'c." She said to the man sitting across from her as he merely bowed his head in response.
Ah, so the mysterious man's name was Teal'c. Peter had to remember for later references. In the meantime he asked, "You wanted to see me?"
"Ah, yes. It seems that you had a sort of attack when you were near the Stargate..." General Hammond looked out the briefing room's window, "Care to explain how that happened?"
Peter knew he was going to ask this, but it didn't help his nerves any. Nervously he said, "Well sir, I have a kind of Epilepsy called Photosensitive Epilepsy." He lied looking down at the ground as Daniel's eyes bore a hole through his head.
"Really? Why wasn't this in your medical files?" The General asked, staring at the younger man intently.
"I only discovered it recently and I didn't think it would be a problem." Peter stated truthfully, rubbing the back of his head as the pain he had been feeling earlier intensified, "It usually doesn't happen, but when something takes me by surprise, I have a seizure. Next time I'll close my eyes."
"That doesn't explain the non-existent brain damage though." Jack spoke up, leveling a stare in Peter's direction, "You were dead for two minutes, kid. Ol' Doc Frasier was almost positive you would never regain consciousness, let alone walk and talk." He glared, "So why can you?"
"I guess I'm just lucky." Peter responded, looking Jack in the eye even though he knew the Colonel would never believe him.
"Colonel O'Neill is correct." Teal'c agreed, placing his hands together as he stared at the table. "I have not seen this kind of miracle in all of my days, even with Apophis. A resurrection."
Everyone's eyes turned to Peter for answers, Jack's holding accusation while Teal'c's were just contemplative.
"I don't know why I don't have brain damage, or why I'm not down in the morgue." The affronted young man hissed, his eyes narrowing as he stared at all of them, "But I'm damn sure glad I don't and I'm not there! Why are you all wishing I was a vegetable or dead?"
Daniel held up his hands in a placating manner, "We just want to know the truth that's all, Peter."
"What I'm telling you is the truth, so why don't you believe me?" Peter paused before his eyes widened in comprehension, "You think I'm a Gou'ald."
All of the people in the room avoided his gaze as Peter stared at them for a few seconds. His head fell down and his bangs covered his face as a slight huff of air was heard. Sam looked up, wondering if he was crying but suddenly a hysterical laugh was heard instead.
Peter threw his head back as he laughed out of control, "That's rich! If I was Gou'ald, why would I be standing here, right now?" He walked over to the window and just stared at the Stargate, wincing slightly as the pain in his head intensified once again.
"You have a dastardly plan that involves us." Jack hypothesized as General Hammond looked less than convinced.
"Now you're just grasping at straws." Peter spat, his gaze never wavering from the Stargate as black spots began to appear in front of his eyes once again. Damn, not this again, not here, he begged. Hopefully this ability wasn't offensive when it appeared. "Look, I think I feel another attack coming on. I think I should leave before the Stargate sets it off."
General Hammond thought for a moment before nodding, "But I want you to appear for an MRI scan in the morning."
Peter nodded, grateful to be let go before turning and walking away. He paused a second in the doorway before he turned around, "Why were you playing that video when Sam and I walked in?" Peter asked, his head cocked a little to the side.
"To see who those people really were." Jack answered for General Hammond, "You wouldn't know anything... would you?" The older man questioned, leaning forward.
Peter's mouth formed a half-smile before he parodied what Claire had said to him after he had thrown himself off that roof with Sylar in tow. "I'm just a nurse. A paramedic. What would I know of the people on that video?" With that said he turned and walked out the door, knowing everyone's eyes were following him.
Peter barely made it to his room before he collapsed onto the ground, his vision going fuzzy as something exploded in his head once again. He closed his eyes as the excruciating pain filled his body again and he wished it would just... stop.
When his eyes opened, Peter found himself in Isaac's old loft. God, this brought back so many memories. Standing across from him was his past self who was hanging up a painting of a cheerleader.
Claire.
Right next to it was a painting of two Japaneses men standing under a bloody 'Homecoming' banner.
Hiro and Ando.
On the very top was a picture of a man getting attacked by flying lockers.
Peter's past self to be exact.
The next painting is of the cheerleader, Claire, in the amphitheater with a shadow looming over her and Peter's past self hangs it under the painting with the flying lockers.
Isaac Mendez sat at his table as past Peter stared at the paintings in contemplation before saying, "Wow. This is amazing. Look, it's telling a story, like a comic." He points, starting at the top, "This girl, she's ... running and ... I ... Is that me?" He squinted at the painting with the flying lockers.
"Why would I paint you?" Isaac muttered, looking away from Peter's past self but past Peter ignored him.
"These two guys ... I think we're all trying to help her. Cheerleader..." Past Peter glanced over at Isaac, "Who is she?"
"I don't know." The other man stated, still refusing to make eye contact.
Peter's past self wouldn't let up, "Yeah, but you painted these."
"I was high, dog." Isaac said, more like spat in past Peter's direction.
Peter's past self ignored him, "So what happens next? I mean, where is she?" He asked.
"I was high!" Isaac shouted angrily before letting out a hacking cough, getting up and stumbling around a little, "I could have been clean. I tore myself apart. I lost Simone ... to try and find an answer. How to stop it." He gestured to the floor.
Peter's past self looks down and sees a mural of New York exploding painted on the floor. Present Peter's breath catches in his throat as he stares at it. It had almost happened...
"All I got was this garbage." Isaac scoffed, "Some cheerleader."
Peter's past self looked at another painting of a man in the shadows standing in front of something that's incomplete.
"It's nothing. I've ruined my life for nothing." Isaac continued to rant, coughing up a storm.
"It's not nothing." Peter's past self insisted, "Look, don't you get it? Everything is connected. We are all connected. If this thing that you painted, this bomb," He gestured down at the floor, "Is true, we're all dead. These are the key to saving us. Something's gonna happen to this girl. We need to know what. You have to finish this." He pointed to the incomplete painting before saying, "You - you have to finish the painting."
Isaac shook his head, "Even if I wanted to, I can't. I'm out of drugs. I'm out of money to buy drugs."
Peter's past self looked at him incredulously, "Can't you just finish it without shooting up?"
Isaac shook his head, then seemed to have an idea because he turned to past Peter before saying, "If you got some cash on you, man. That's another story. We can call it a commission."
Peter's past self sighed and looked at the painting in contemplation. He stares intently until suddenly, the white incomplete canvass morphs into an image before fading out again. He gaped in surprise before looking at Isaac with excitement, "I saw it."
Isaac's face morphed into one of confusion, "What?"
Peter's past self didn't answer as he rushed over to the supply table, rustling through something.
"I saw something in the, uh, in the canvas. A picture. This painting... I can finish it." He stated, finally finding what he was looking for.
"You can paint?" Isaac asked, incredulous as he watched past Peter.
Peter's past self took off his good shirt and stripped down to the dark t-shirt underneath. He picked up a can of paint and a brush before turning to look at Isaac, "No. No, I can't. But..." Past Peter paused before continuing, "I drew the future after I saw you the other day. It was only stick figures, but ..." He turned back to the painting in contemplation.
Isaac stood up and walked over until he was standing over past Peter's left shoulder, watching.
"It came true." Peter's past self confessed with one more glance at the other man before he looked at the painting. He closed his eyes and relaxed his whole body, focusing and concentrating on the canvas in front of him as Isaac watched him.
When past Peter opened his eyes, his pupils were pure white. He looked at the canvas before he started to paint rapidly, his head going this way and that as a body was soon painted into being.
Peter gasped awake, coughing as he leaned his body up. Strewn around him were pieces of paper, some colored and others just black and white, incomplete. He stared at all of them, and knew what ability he had rediscovered.
Isaac's precognitive painting.
Picking some of the pictures up, Peter's brow furrowed as he stared at them a few minutes before his eyes went wide.
"Oh shit."
A lone telephone rang in a deserted bedroom somewhere near St. Francis Medical Hospital, immediately going to voice mail.
"Hey, this is Julian. You know what to do."
It clicked and for a moment there was silence before a rasped voice stated with a dark chuckle,
"I've found you... Peter..."
There it is guys :) I'll give you a few guesses to who's found Peter! :D Whoever guesses right gets 10 brownies :)