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Shocking Reveals and Three In One:

Previously on Godsend:

"-And finally, I want to thank you all for your dedication, loyalty, and bravery to this country and to this world. Thank you." Came a voice from inside of the gate room and Peter stiffened, knowing immediately that it was Nathan.

"What are we waiting for? We've already missed the speech!" Madeline whined as she dragged Peter towards the door, his feet dragging a little. "Madeline-" He started but froze as Nathan exited the door and saw him, a look of shock appearing on his face.

The two brothers stared at each other for a long time before Nathan hesitantly asked, "Pete...?"

Shit.

And now, the conclusion:

Peter turned and ran as though the dogs of hell were chasing him. Distantly, he heard Nathan shout, 'Go after him!' and then briefly registered the thundering of footsteps behind him.

He had to get away, he couldn't deal with being a political pawn, not again.

In his haste, Peter forgot his powers and was quickly tackled to the ground by an air force officer before he was hauled up and forced to stand.

He felt someone punch him in the face and tasted blood in his mouth before he glared up at the air force officer that had hit him. Peter spat the blood in the other mans face and the officer hit him again, so hard that Peter almost fell to the floor and would've if it wasn't for the other man behind him.

"Don't hurt him!" He heard Nathan shout.

'Bit too late for that.' Peter thought but a flash of pain went through his body and he cried out, his eyesight going black.

Peter found himself in a room, the one back in the Wandering Rock, the pub in Ireland.

In the middle of the room was his past self, struggling with the bonds around his wrists. It was clear he wasn't having much success. "Uhh." Peter's past self mumbled, "Come on... come on!"

Past Peter stopped and took a couple of deep breaths before trying again, but the ropes were too strong. He took another deep breath and closed his eyes, concentrating on something and his hands phased right through the rope.

He was free.

Peter gasped awake, the bruises on his face disappearing before the air force officers very eyes. He suddenly phased right out of the air force officers grasp just as Nathan was close enough to touch him. Stumbling up and running away even faster, he ignored the cries of shock that came from behind him.

Let them figure out what just happened, because there was no way Peter was going to explain it. If asked, he would just say that he had wrestled out of the air force officers grip.

Pain flowed in his body again, but Peter ignored it, his eyesight going black for a second time as he stumbled into the wall.

When Peter opened his eyes again, he was in the main room of the Wandering Rock. A girl, Caitlin, was being roughed up at the counter by a man.

Peter's past self appeared in the main room of the Wandering Rock. He hadn't left. He held out his hand and sent a burst of electrically charged light at the thug. It hit him in the chest. The would-be thug cried out and he fell backward to the floor.

Blue electricity arced from Peter's hand and struck the wall he had been grasping as he awoke for the second time. The electricity shorted out the lights and causing them to flicker before dying completely. Red lights immediately blinked on, but Peter didn't pay attention, casting a glance over his shoulder.

"What the hell is going on!?" He saw the air force officer that had hit him shout, but Peter ignored them and got up, running faster. There was no way to explain this, he had to get out and now! He needed to hide, but where?

Suddenly the marine that had tried to help him from earlier was blocking his path and tried to grab him.

"Just leave me alone!" Peter shouted angrily as more pain filled his body and his eyesight went black for a third time as the marine succeeded and grabbed him.

When he opened his eyes, Peter was back at the Wandering Rock.

In front of him was his past self getting punched in the face by one of the other thugs that had tried to hurt Caitlin.

Peter's past self immediately recovered and turned back to thug before using his super-strength and punching him right back. The thug few through the air from the force of the punch before hitting a wall, breaking the mirror before falling down and breaking a table and chair.

Peter's eyesight came back rapidly and he let out a growl before throwing the marine away from him, causing the other man to go flying into the wall with a loud crash.

"Jesus, what's this guy on?!" He heard someone shout behind him but Peter ignored it and ran faster, his adrenaline pumping. 'Get away, get away, get away!' His brain screamed, but Peter was rapidly losing stamina as his newly acquired regeneration struggled to keep him going.

"Peter!" Nathan shouted again, but his voice was distant, pleading, "Stop! I'm not going to hurt you!"

Peter didn't respond, just pushed his already tiring body faster as he rounded another corner, only to be met by dozens of air force officers standing there with tranquilizer guns.

He froze mid-step, uncertain of what to do before he remembered... telepathy.

"Let me... pass." Peter ordered, cocking his head to the side as he stared at them, pushing his thoughts forward. The officers looked confused for a moment before lowering their guns, but it was to late because everyone had caught up to him.

Peter felt his body get tackled and he landed on the floor with a thud, groaning in pain as he was roughly dragged to his feet for the second time that day. Standing directly in front of him was his brother, who was staring at him in various degrees of shock as something was shoved into Peter's neck.

Peter let out a grunt before he fell unconscious, an electrical current flowing through his body.

"I do not appreciate having a member of my staff treated this way!" Was the first thing Peter heard as he struggled into consciousness, the black that had clung to his vision fading into white. The second thing Peter noticed was that his wrists and ankles were restrained to the bed. The third thing he noticed was that he was in an isolation room...

Great...

"And I do not appreciate having my brother hidden from me!" Another voice spat right back and immediately Peter's senses sharpened as he recognized it. Nathan.

He slowly moved his arms so as not to draw attention to himself and tested the restraints. Nope, they were pretty tight, meaning he either used his powers or...

"B-brother...?" The first voice stuttered and Peter finally recognized who it was. Dr. Elizabeth Weir, the new leader of the SGC.

"Yeah, brother. Didn't Pete tell you?" Was the sarcastic remark Nathan spat as he brushed some hair out of Peter's face. It took everything Peter had to keep from flinching away. "Oh, I guess he didn't because you seem so surprised. Can't say I blame him though. After everything I've done to him." Nathan muttered, staring down at his little brother.

"What... exactly... did you do that caused him to... disown you?" Another voice asked and Peter stiffened. It was Daniel and Peter would bet all he had that all of SG-1 was there as well. Everyone, except Teal'c who was off-world.

Oh what the hell, they were going to find out sooner or later anyway. Let's start off small...

"Why don't you tell them, Nathan?" Peter spoke for the first time, opening his eyes slowly as he stared at the small congregation around his bed as they all turned to stare at him.

"Tell them how you announced I was mentally ill... depressed... to gain more points in the polls. How you told people I tried to commit suicide when we both know what I was really trying to do-."

"Peter, that's enough." Nathan asserted, looking down at his younger brother with anger and a hint of... fear.

But Peter didn't stop, "You know what we did! Why should we hide it? Especially from them!" He yanked at his restraints a little as if to lunge at his brother.

"I'm sorry... hide what?" Jack asked, though he didn't look well. Must have something to do with the Ancient's knowledge in his brain. Peter cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes in concentration as he tried to read the Colonel's thoughts. Nothing.

"Nothing." Nathan said at the exact same time Peter said, "Everything."

"Pete, stop it." His older brother said in warning, holding out a hand.

"You had me labeled as a terrorist, Nathan. That destroyed any right you had to control my life." Peter spat as he reached for a power, any power only to stiffen in rage as he turned to his brother, his eyes raging, "What the hell? Where's Rene? The Haitian, Nathan? Somewhere close by?"

"Terrorist? Haitian? Wait, what's going on?" Dr. Weir said, confused as she stared at SG-1, but they all looked as confused as she was.

Nathan cocked his head a little to the side, ignoring Dr. Weir, only to smirk a little at his little brothers rage, "I don't know what you're talking about, Pete."

"Like hell you don't!" Peter shouted, reaching for Elle's electricity as he shoved away the Haitian's power. Blue light danced across his hand before leaping out and crashing into the wall as everyone jumped back.

"What was that?!" Sam yelled, staring at Peter in fear. Daniel's mouth hung open in shock and he kept glancing between Peter's hand and the scorched wall. Jack's eyebrows raised above his hairline as he muttered something Peter didn't hear.

Peter looked at them all before saying slowly, "The reason people were gathered and put on that god-damn plane." He paused for a second, looking down at his hands before concentrating, phasing out of his restraints. "That tape you were watching a few days ago... I sent it in." Peter confessed, rubbing his wrists while wincing slightly.

"Y-You were the one who sent it in?" Dr. Weir stuttered, staring at him as everyone watched him in various degrees of shock.

"Yeah, me. I was one of those people being loaded into that plane. Flight 195 if I remember correctly. Abducted, drugged, we all just... vanished without a trace. Poof. All thanks to my big brother Nathan." Peter sarcastically said, sending an icy stare in his older brother's direction.

Nathan didn't back down, "You know what I did was for the good of this country, Peter. The good of this world."

"Bullshit." Peter stated, getting off the bed and advancing on his older brother, not at all surprised when the armed officers at the door went for their guns. "I think we've had this conversation, don't you?" He pretended to think for a moment before gasping in mock surprise, "Oh that's right... right before you stuck a tazer in my back and drugged me. If it wasn't for Claire, god knows where I'd be right now!"

"You'd be safe." Was all Nathan said in response.

"Fuck you." Peter spat.

Nathan grinned, straightening so he was taller then his younger brother, "Now Peter, you know ma doesn't like you speaking like that."

"What mom doesn't know won't hurt her." Peter countered, before glancing over at SG-1. "I know you all have questions," He stated, walking towards them slowly, not at all surprised when they took a step back. "And I'll explain everything soon, I promise. But right now, we've got bigger problems."

"Bigger problems?" Daniel asked, intrigued as Jack snorted and Sam looked confused.

Peter turned to look at Dr. Weir, "First problem: Anubis." Then he turned to look at Nathan, "Second problem: Sylar."

Nathan rolled his eyes, "Sylar's dead, Pete. We burned his body remember?" He stated sarcastically, looking at his brother in amusement.

"I've got some of my powers back, Nathan." Peter responded, undeterred, "I've dreamt it, drew it. He's still alive."

Nathan's eyes widened, "Some of your powers? What about radio-activity? Are you going to blow up again?" He asked, frantic as he looked around the room.

"Not that one, and hopefully never that one." Peter responded but was interrupted by Jack before he could say anything else.

"Wait a sec. You are telling us that you're some kind of super human that can do all these things... and you're just a nurse turned paramedic?" Jack said slowly, as if trying to make sense of it all.

"Yup." Peter said, crookedly grinning.

Jack didn't say anything for a few minutes before he nodded, apparently satisfied, "Well, I've got no more questions. Anyone else?"

"What does he mean... blow up again?" Sam asked hesitantly.

Peter froze, "U-uh..." He mumbled, looking down at the ground in shame.

"Peter almost blew up New York City after coming into contact with a man who could emit radiation. Luckily, we got him away and he blew up in the sky. You remember seeing that on the news? That was Peter." Nathan stated, leaning against the wall a little as Peter stared at him in horror.

"Y-You almost blew up New York?" Daniel stuttered, looking at the younger man with wide eyes.

"Accidentally." Peter muttered, running his hand through is hair as his gaze was fixated on the floor.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side." Sam quipped, taking the news surprisingly well.

Peter blushed before nodding as Nathan rolled his eyes.

"Well, now that that's all out of the way." Dr. Weir said, clasping her hands together, " I do believe you have a mission to go on SG-1." She turned to look at Daniel, Jack and Sam, "I wish you luck."

Taking this as their cue to leave, Jack waved before walking out of the room, Sam close behind him. Daniel lingered a second longer before following them, glancing back once before walking out the door. Dr. Weir left soon after, making herself scarce as Nathan gave her a pointed look.

"Everything that has happened in this room is now classified, level 1 priority." Nathan said to two of his security team and they nodded, one speaking quietly into his earpiece while the other glanced at Peter.

"Peter, you're coming back to Washington with us. Just until we get all this sorted out." Nathan said as an afterthought, turning to his younger brother.

Peter's eyes widened and he took a step back, "What? No way! And become a political pawn again? Like hell." He hissed.

"No choice. Mom has been worried about you, ever since you disappeared. She couldn't see you in her dreams and it's been haunting her. Claire hasn't said anything but I know she's worried sick, as are a lot of other people. You just disappeared, Pete. Vanished." His older brother stated, before nodding to his security guard who got out a needle filled with some sort of liquid, "Not again."

Peter scrambled away but wasn't quick enough as someone grabbed him from behind and the vial was stuck into his neck. His vision swam in front of his eyes and the last thing Peter saw was his brother's concerned face peering over him as everything went black.

'Why is it always the neck?' Were Peter's last thoughts as he succumbed to unconsciousness.

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