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The Scar, The Thoughts and The Dream:
When Peter showed up for the MRI the next morning, he was not at all surprised that there were armed guards at the doors of the infirmary. It always payed to be prepared, and Peter wouldn't put it past Colonel O'Neill if this was his idea.
When he passed the guards and pushed open the door, stepping in, silence fell. Everyone watched Peter intently as he carefully made his way over to the hospital gowns and picked one up. "So... Do I get changed here or somewhere else?" He asked cheekily, holding up the hospital gown and wiggling his eyebrows.
"There's a bathroom down the hall, I'll take you." Jack's voice stated, his body appearing out of the shadows before he walked out of the doorway.
"Lead the way, all-mighty one." Peter said sarcastically and followed close behind, whistling a jaunty tune while noticing all of SG-1 seemed to be present in the observation room.
When they finally reached the restroom, Jack went in first with Peter close behind. "I can do this on my own you know." The younger man stated, staring at the Colonel, expecting him to leave.
"No can do. If you're a Gou'ald you can easily jump from one host to another. I'm staying right here." Jack responded, crossing his arms over his chest.
Peter rolled his eyes but took off his over-shirt anyways, blushing because this was definitely not what he had been expecting. Pervert...
When he went to remove his under-shirt, something stopped him. Peter had a gun-shot scar on his chest from the time Danko had shot him... shit, how in the world was he going to explain that. Maybe the regeneration had taken care of it...
Turning around and taking off the shirt quickly, Peter looked down before almost groaning in pain. The scar was still there, and more prominent than ever. He looked around for the hospital gown and saw it over by Jack.
Grimacing a little, Peter turned around, trying to hide the scar as he makes his way over to the hospital gown but the Colonel noticed it and exclaimed, "What the hell is that?!"
"J-Just an old hunting wound." Peter stuttered, snatching up his hospital gown and was about to put it on before Jack stopped him by grasping his arm tightly.
"That's no hunting wound." The Colonel hissed, eyes narrowing as he stared at the scar, "It's a sniper wound... Where'd a nurse turned paramedic from St. Francis Medical Hospital get that?"
Peter flinched before shaking his arm free, "You don't know anything." He growled right back before shrugging on the hospital gown, ignoring Jack's stare that seemed to burn a hole in the back of his head. His kill spot.
The last thing Peter took off was his necklace, and he did it slowly, carefully. Fondling it a little, he handed it to Jack before saying, "Don't you dare lose this." Before he walked out the door, this time Jack following him.
When he entered the infirmary for the second time, Peter made his way directly over to the MRI machine, ignoring the stares that seemed to all be focused on him. Even Joseph was staring at him in accusation. Sitting down carefully, he laid down and said in an almost bored tone, "We might as well get this over with."
"Start the scan Doctor." General Hammond stated, looking at the new Doctor who Peter had never met before. How he wished Doctor Frasier was still alive. If only he had been off-world with them, he might've saved her...
"You need to stay perfectly still, Mr. Petrelli." The new doctor stated before turning the machine on. Suddenly, the pain that had been haunting Peter from the day he had stepped foot near the Stargate returned full-force and he had to stifle a scream.
Peter's body arched up a little but no one seemed to notice as silent tears ran down his face from the pain he was feeling.
All Peter heard and saw before he fell unconscious was a buzzing sound and then an explosion, his eyes snapping shut as his body went limp.
When Peter opened his eyes, he was in the Sheriff's Department Interview Room. The one in Texas, the same night Sylar had tried to kill Claire.
Sitting in front of him at a table was his past self, who seemed to be pressing the tips of his fingers against his temple as the door opened abruptly. Peter's past self looked up, startled as a blonde woman and a slightly overweight brown haired man walked in.
The blonde woman stood there for a few seconds before saying, "Your brother's pretty well connected..." The brown haired man closed the door behind him while she continued, "Even down here. We had to climb over six lawyers to get to you, Mr. Petrelli."
Peter's past self rubbed his eyes with the back of his wrists and the woman, Audrey, noticed.
"Are you okay?" She asked, frowning.
Past Peter glanced at her in slight aggravation as if asking, 'Do I look okay?', but instead he said, "My head feels like it's gonna split open."
The brown haired man, Matt, stepped forward and put his aspirin container in front of Peter's past self. "Help yourself." He said before moving to stand on the other side of Peter's past self. Grabbing a water bottle from the table behind past Peter, Matt put it on the table as Audrey sat down next to Peter's past self.
Peter's past self opens the aspirin bottle and takes out some tablets before stating, "I didn't kill that girl."
Audrey nodded in agreement, "We know. The blood we found on you was your own. We checked you out, and you don't seem to have any injuries. Care to explain that?"
Peter's past self looked at her before taking a couple of tablets dry, drinking some water afterwards before asking, "If I'm not being charged, can I go?"
"What's a hospice nurse from Manhattan doing at a high school homecoming in Texas? You some kind of pervert?" She asked instead, ignoring past Peter's question.
Peter's past self looks at her incredulously, not saying anything before he replied, "My brother said not to talk."
He didn't notice how Audrey seemed to look at Matt before stating, "We don't need you to talk."
Matt nodded and concentrated on Peter's past self, hearing a jumble of voices. Unknown to Matt, however, so did Peter's past self as he started to look around the room frantically, trying to figure out where the voices were coming from.
Past Peter turned and looked at Matt. Suddenly, they're hit with their thoughts colliding into each other and then some – feedback.
Peter's past self flinches in pain as he cringes away, looking at the table. Matt continues to concentrate on Peter as the younger man turned and again looked at Matt. More feedback ensued and both men flinched.
"Ohh!" Peter's past self groaned, as they both gasp from the pain. Past Peter puts his hands to his head and it is obvious something is happening, "What are you doing to me?" He asked, angry and in pain.
Neither Matt nor Audrey answer as the brown haired man looked at Peter's past self, then took a seat at the table opposite him before asking, "Save the cheerleader?"
'Too late for that.' Audrey thought as Matt turned to look at her, 'The cheerleader's dead.'
Past Peter's eyes widen as he stared at Audrey, "Claire's dead? No, that's not possible." He shook his head, not noticing how Audrey seemed to stiffen.
Matt's eyes widen as he stares at Peter's past self, thinking, 'Did he just read her mind?'
Past Peter starts and turned to look at Matt, eyes widening as well.
'Is he one of them?' Matt thought, brow furrowing as Peter's past self seemed to hear those thoughts as well.
"The cheerleader's name was Jackie Wilcox." Audrey said before looking at Matt, "What the hell is going on-"
Peter's past self interrupted her, "No, Claire is the one that he wanted." He stated, adamantly.
"Claire?" Matt asked, confused.
Peter's past self glared at Matt, "You're not protecting her?!" He surged to his feet.
"Why would you know who he wanted?" Audrey persisted, staring at the enraged man in front of her, wanting answers.
"You wanna catch this guy? You need to find her. You need to protect her!" Peter's past self shouted, insisting.
Matt looked at past Peter in concentration before saying to Audrey, "He's telling the truth."
"Then we better find this cheerleader." Audrey stated before they both got up, heading for the door. Peter's past self rubbed his forehead before asking, "You're not gonna let me out of here?"
"You get out when I get answers." Audrey answered before she and Matt left the room. Panting, Peter's past self sat down before putting his hands to his head as he waits.
Present Peter's eyes closed and he expected to wake up with the gift of telepathy, but instead he found himself in a nightmare.
When Peter opened his eyes, he was in New York City, but it was deserted. He looked around, searching for someone, anyone, only to freeze when he noticed... himself.
Peter's past self was on the ground in the middle of the street, until he opened his eyes and got to his feet, stumbling.
The place was eerily quiet and silent except for the hollow sounds of wind blowing. Peter's past self looked around, turning, searching for anyone just like his present counterpart had done a few minutes beforehand.
The roads behind past Peter were jam packed with stopped cars. Their doors were open, as if they were left in a hurry. In the background, he heard the garbled sounds of two-way radio traffic. The detour arrows turn on pointing Peter's past self in a direction. He started walking through the street, looking around. The voices in the background are echo-y and garbled.
Peter's past self walked out into the street and made his way between the empty cars. He saw an over-turned bicycle, the back wheel still spinning. He looked up and saw the familiar campaign sign: VOTE PETRELLI. Past Peter is in front of Nathan's campaign headquarters. He starts towards the building.
The door to a taxi cab in front of Peter's past self opens and Mohinder steps out and smiles when he sees past Peter. Then, he looks at Peter and starts running away from him. Peter's past self continued forward.
Suddenly, he sees others – Matt, in his officer's uniform, is directly in front of him and holds his hand out for Peter's past self to stay there. Just behind Matt are DL, Micah and Niki. DL picks Micah up and they all start to run away from past Peter. Matt motions for them to run from Peter's past self.
Peter's past self turned and saw Claire in her cheerleader's uniform running between the cars toward him. He turned and saw Nathan step out of the building towards him as Niki, DL and Micah are still running away.
Claire ran between the cars and up to Peter's past self as he smiles at her. She stopped in front of him and shook her head. She started to back away from him. Across the street, Simone is running towards past Peter. He turned and saw her. Suddenly, Isaac grabbed Simone and pulled her away from Peter's past self, stopping her from getting too close.
Nathan walked towards Peter's past self as Ando and Hiro are looking at past Peter sadly. Claire looked at Peter's past self and she shook her head her head, mouthing, "I'm sorry."
She started backing away from him. Peter's past self looked confused before he looked down at his hands. They are glowing pure white.
Isaac has a firm hold around Simone as she struggled against him. He pulls her away from past Peter.
Ando and Hiro look at Peter's past self sadly as Claire backed away, then turned and ran.
Nathan stepped out into the light as he watched Peter's past self.
Past Peter looked in horror at the uncontrollable power in his hands as he glows white hot.
Nathan continued walking towards Peter until he is standing right in front of him.
Past Peter's eyes burn as he glowed and is consumed by the power. He let out a piercing scream as he began to explode.
Peter jerked awake, a scream dying in his throat as he realized where he was. He was really making a habit of this... waking up in the infirmary, screaming. The MRI must've finished awhile ago, because he was in an infirmary bed and he wasn't strapped down, so Peter guessed they had finally figured out he wasn't a Gou'ald.
Sitting beside his bed, and fast asleep, was Daniel. His mouth hanging open a little and his glasses half-on half-off his face. Peter let a crooked grin form on his face but as soon as it appeared, it was gone as one of the nurses noticed he was awake.
'Finally, I was getting tired of waiting around for him to wake up. Night shifts suck...' Were her thoughts as she ran off to find whoever she was supposed to inform. He rolled his eyes, of course, nobody liked the night shifts...
Peter's eyes widened, wait, night shifts? His MRI had been at about 9 in the AM! Looking around for a clock, Peter accidentally shook the bed, causing the sleeping archaeologist to wake up.
"W-what?" Daniel grumbled as he rubbed his eyes, only to freeze as he noticed Peter was awake. "P-Peter..." He stuttered, staring at the man in question as though he had grown three heads.
Peter cocked an eyebrow, "What is it with people and always getting freaked out when I wake up?" He asked incredulously.
Daniel let out a strained laugh, "Well, you have been asleep for nine days-" 'And everyone has been extremely worried... Including Jack, who has the Ancient database downloaded into his brain again.'
Peter eyes widened as he read Daniel's mind, "Nine days? That's a long time." He laughed nervously, "How many people have been to visit me?" Peter asked, cocking his head a little as he tried to figure out what Daniel meant about Jack.
"A lot." Was the archeologists reply though he was thinking, 'Jack, even though he doesn't really know why. Sam, Teal'c, even General Hammond. That nurse, Joseph, and basically the whole SGC...'.
Peter nodded but his eyes started to droop again as he was suddenly filled with the urge to sleep.
Daniel frowned but said nothing, getting up and saying exasperatedly, "I'll let you rest, even though you've been sleeping for the last nine days. How can you still be tired?"
The younger man shrugged but he knew exactly why. His mother's ability had activated, meaning... Peter's eyes closed and he dropped off to sleep. Daniel shook his head before walking away, smiling slightly.
When Peter opened his eyes again, he looked around. He didn't recognize where he was, so this wasn't a memory. Meaning... a dream.
Standing in front of him was a being cloaked in black, it's face masked in shadows. It cackled before it sent an energy wave his way, Peter's arms raised to protect his face. Something stopped the energy however, and when Peter looked up, the cloaked figure was gone.
Glancing around, Peter noticed he was in the SGC, but the red lights were blaring as if they were under attack. A group of soldiers rushed by him and Peter immediately followed, running as fast as he could. The ground shook and he stumbled a little, grabbing the wall for support.
The scene changed and Peter found himself in the oval office, his brother, Nathan, talking to the cloaked figure and gesturing wildly. This melted away before his eyes before Peter was assaulted with vicious cold, a ship hovering in the air and a blue light breaking through something below it.
Everything went black and suddenly, Sylar was standing in front of him, a dark grin on his face as his hand raised and started to cut Peter's head. Peter let out a scream and the scene changed again, only this time there was a beautiful city around him. He looked around, faintly noticing his head was bleeding before the scene changed again.
This time, he and Nathan were standing across from one another, staring each other down. Faceless people were strewn around them and Sylar was standing off to the side, a sick grin on his face as he raised his hand-
Peter gasped awake, his body arching off the bed as he fought to keep from crying out. Sylar... had found him.
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