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Alec McDowell:

I'm leaving it open right now, :). It really depends on the way the story evolves. Right now, I'll let you make the decision on whether their relationship will turn romantic or not :) Though I'm really leaning towards making them a couple :)

Don't worry, Peter will be going back to the SGC. And they will fight for him, but Nathan is the President of the United States, whatever he says goes, so Dr. Weir didn't really have a choice but to let him take Peter...

Oh! There's a poll on my profile where you can pick which powers' Peter gets back :) Please vote!

Bitter Reunions and Up in the Sky:

The first thing Peter heard and felt as he regained consciousness was the low rumble of an airplanes engine. He blearily blinked his eyes open, only to stiffen in rage when he noticed something was in his nose and his hands were handcuffed behind his back.

"I wouldn't struggle if I were you." A voice came from his left and Peter looked over to glare at Nathan. Beside his brother were two armed security guards with tranquilizer guns in their hands.

"Oh, so you abduct me, put me on a plane, and tell me not to struggle at gun point... You really think I'm going to listen?" Peter sarcastically stated as he tried to phase out of the cufflinks only to freeze. His powers... were gone.

Not again... No!

"They're not gone if that's what you're thinking." Nathan's voice broke through his younger brother's thoughts, "Merely... suppressed."

"Why are you doing this?" Peter angrily asked as he tried to get the drug feed out of his nose. Damn, that thing was really taped on.

"So you can see your family again." Nathan responded easily, taking a sip from the glass in his hands. "I know you, Pete." He stated, swirling his drink a little, "The second you woke up, you would knock us all unconscious and hurl yourself out of this plane. All this," He gestured to Peter's handcuffs and drug feed, "Is just insurance that you won't."

"So I'm a hostage now, is that it?" Peter spat, tired of every word that came out of his brother's mouth while trying to phase out of the cuffs with no luck.

Nathan bitterly smiled, "Think of it as... an unwilling participant in a family reunion long overdue." He glanced over at the security guard's who nodded and left the compartment before he turned to Peter once again, taking a long sip from his glass, "I hear Ma's even broken out one of the antique wines. Don't you feel special?"

Peter paled. When Angela broke out one of the antique wines... it either meant something really good or really bad. And Peter's money was this was a really bad time.

"Yeah, I would be pretty nervous too." Nathan said as he smirked at his younger brother's reaction.

Peter stayed silent, just turned his body away from his older brother while he stared out the window in longing.

18 Hours Later: Airplane Strip

Nathan walked calmly out of his private jet, Peter stumbling behind him as he tried awkwardly to keep his balance. It was really hard to walk when you were drugged, handcuffed, and being pushed around by the security guard behind you at gun point...

Yup, Nathan was not getting the brother of the year award ever again.

"Nathan, is that really necessary?" A voice spoke from their left and the two brother's turned at once, only to be met with the striking presence of their mother.

"You know as well as I do that it is. At least until we can get him to the White House." Nathan responded before striding over to Angela and giving her a kiss on the cheek which she took graciously.

Peter grimaced but was shoved forward harshly by the guard behind him. He sent a glare behind him but the security guard ignored him until Nathan snapped, "Don't hurt him. That's my brother you're shoving there." The security guard stiffened at being caught but nodded nonetheless.

The younger male cast a smirk over his shoulder at the security guard before stumbling a little. Peter immediately straightened, but his mother's full attention was on him now.

"Peter." Angela said, her voice calm, neutral.

Peter flinched before responding, "Hello mom. How've you been?" He asked, cocking his head a little as the drug feed jostled along with his head.

"Worried." Was her abrupt answer as she stared at him, eyes narrowed in anger. Peter looked down at the ground in something close to shame before he looked up again and met her eyes with a stony gaze filled with resignation.

"I don't expect you to understand my reasons, but I can tell you... it was worth it, even if I am locked away for the rest of my goddamned existence." Peter spoke with defiance, lifting his chin high as he stared her down.

Silence.

"We will see." Was Angela's cryptic answer before she turned to Nathan, "I do believe we have quite a reception at the White House. Maybe you should get him cleaned up a bit before you bring him in." She said, glancing at Peter's military fatigues and the drug feed that was in his nose with distaste.

"Of course Ma, I don't want to commit political suicide." Nathan responded cheekily, smiling at her before giving her another kiss on the cheek, "We'll meet you there, okay?"

"See that you do." Was Angela's harsh response as she turned and walked away, never glancing back.

Nathan stared after her before turning to look at his younger brother in sympathy, "Damn, Pete. You really pissed her off."

"I know." Was Peter's only response as he was shoved into a black car, Nathan following him almost immediately. It was going to be a long family reunion.

Two Hours Later: Car Outside of the White House

"All you have to do is smile and nod, Pete. How hard can it be?" Nathan spoke, grinning at his younger brother's obvious distress.

Peter glared at his older brother but didn't say anything. He was now dressed in a black and white tux, complete with tie. He adjusted his cufflinks nervously as he pulled on his bow-tie. At least the drug feed was no longer shoved in his nose, and the handcuffs were gone.

Well, literally at least. Figuratively... that was a whole other story.

"What's our cover story?" Peter asked, putting on a false smile and image of content as he stared at Nathan.

"You needed some time by yourself, so you went on vacation without telling anybody. Even me." Nathan responded just as they pulled up to the front of the White House.

"Time to face the music." Was all the warning Peter got before the door was opened swiftly, Nathan climbing out and waving to the dozens of reporters who were, no doubt, standing there hypnotized.

Peter groaned but gingerly got out of the car, wincing as the hundreds of camera's facing him went off. A thousand voices assaulted him and Peter felt overwhelmed, but he put on a fake crooked smile and waved a was something he hadn't missed when he was away.

"Mr. Petrelli! Mr. Petrelli!" One reporters voice stood out and Peter glanced in the person's direction, his eyebrow raised in question.

"Where did you disappear? Why did you leave? Did it have anything to do with the election?" A woman asked, her tape-recorder held out in front of her as she stared at him with a predatory glint in her eyes.

Peter cleared his throat gingerly before opening his mouth, the dozens of reporters hushing as they awaited his answer. Suddenly, his throat clammed up and he couldn't talk, he just stood there frozen before saying awkwardly, "I-I just needed to be away for awhile, away from everything."

But the reporter wasn't satisfied, "What do you mean 'away from everything'?" She asked, obnoxiously trying to get closer to hear him.

"I-I..." Peter stuttered, unprepared for this type of assault.

"I think that's enough questions." Nathan stepped in, walking over to his brother before laying a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "We should really be getting inside."

Peter nodded stiffly and left the confused reporter behind.

Great.

Out of one lion's den, and into another. Could this day get any better?

Inside The White House:

The moment Peter and Nathan entered together, a hush fell over the crowd as they stared at the reunited brothers. Some had tears in their eyes, while others looked outright bored as they turned back to their companions and continued talking.

The two brothers made their way to a podium, Peter being all but dragged there by Nathan in protest.

"Ladies and gentleman." Nathan announced with flair once they both arrived, causing everyone's attention to focus on him once again. "I am pleased to announce my brother, Peter, has been found!" He exclaimed, a happy smile on his face as he waved his right arm in Peter's direction.

Polite applause rippled through the crowd as Peter fought down a wince. Yup, he was very unpopular...

"After four long months of searching, we have finally been reunited as a family. And for that, we thank God." His older brother stated, putting one hand over his heart as he bowed his head as Peter had to keep from laughing.

Yup, classic Nathan. Always the drama queen.

"Thank you all for your support during these rough times, and enjoy yourselves. You all deserve it." Nathan ended before he stepped down from the podium and took Peter's arm in his hand in a death grip, "Play nice, Pete." He stated before he slapped a hand on his younger brother's back, walking away.

Peter stared after his older brother in shock. Nathan... wouldn't just... leave him... would he?

At that exact moment, a waiter passed him with glasses of champagne and Peter unashamedly took two. "Bottoms up..." Was all he said before throwing his head back. He drowned one glass and put the now empty glass back on the tray for the waiter while keeping the full one. "Thanks man." Peter murmured to the shocked waiter who stood there stunned before Peter walked away, looking down at the ground.

"Peter!" A girls voice yelled and said man stopped short, frozen. Standing in front of him was his niece, Claire. And she looked pissed.

"Where the hell have you been?!" She yelled, stalking up to her uncle and getting into his face.

Peter winced and rubbed the back of his head with his hand, "U-uh... vacationing?"

Wrong answer.

"Vacationing." Claire said in disbelief, hands on her hips as she stared deep into Peter's eyes before hers hardened into steel, "Liar."

Peter flinched slightly but said, "You have no way of proving that statement." He walked around her and started heading to the bar, downing the champagne glass in his hand before putting it on one of the waiter's tray as he passed.

"Your face says it all, Peter." Was all Claire's response as she followed him, rambling, not letting it go. They made it halfway through the bar before Peter snapped.

Finally having enough, Peter rounded on her and stared his niece down. Power burned in his eyes as he hissed, "What do you want me to say? I ran away? I tried to leave? I had a life, Claire! A life before Nathan outed us, and now, right after I repair it... you lot come waltzing back in with your drama."

He paused before dipping his head down so his lips were close to her ear, "This family is manipulative, malicious, and malevolent. The three big 'M's. If I were you... I'd run and never look back." Peter said before pulling away and leaving Claire standing there, looking stunned.

Making it to the bar with little difficulty, Peter looked at the bartender before saying clearly, "Strongest drink you've got."

The bartender opened his mouth but Peter held up his hand and said, "I can handle it. Now give it to me." Deciding not to argue, the bartender nodded before mixing up a drink and putting it right in front of the younger man.

"Thanks man." Peter said before putting the glass to his lips and chugging it. A warm glow entered his body but left immediately. Damn regenerative power...

After six more drinks, the bartender looked ready to faint from shock but Peter was too busy sulking to notice. Worst day of his life, and he couldn't even get drunk...

His life sucked.

Next Day: Oval Office

Peter relaxed against one of the comfortable couches, slouching and glaring at everyone around him. Nathan was standing behind his desk talking to three Generals, and Peter only knew one of them.

General Hammond, generally a nice guy...

Directly on Peter's right sat Vice President Robert Kinsey, not a nice guy. Peter had been on the receiving end of one of Daniel's rants about him, slimy-

"Peter." Nathan's voice interrupted his thoughts and Peter's head snapped up, "Yeah, Nathan?" He asked, brow furrowing as he stared at his brother.

Before Nathan could answer, a woman interrupted him, "Our FA-22's and ABLs are all in the air, but so far there's been nothing to intercept. Since the battlegroup was destroyed the Goa'uld haven't fired a shot."

After the woman was done speaking, the security adviser asked, "Why not a city or two, just to prove his point?"

While she spoke there was a crackling sound and the light dimmed before dying completely. Nathan looked up in surprise as Peter did the same.

Anubis was standing there, in the oval office... in front of Nathan's desk.

Shocked, everybody scrambled away, trying to get away from him. Peter immediately drew up Elle's power in case he needed it and sent his thoughts out to try and read the Gou'alds mind but came up blank. He frowned in contemplation and stayed stock still, blue lightning crackling faintly on his skin, but not enough to draw attention to himself.

The Secret Service entered the room mere seconds later, trying to shield their respective charges, while five other members shoot at Anubis. That only led to him shimmering and growing dim before looking normal again.

"Hold your fire! It's a hologram!" One of the generals, Maynard, said, holding out a hand.

Anubis chuckled before stating, "I am."

Nathan's eyes narrowed before he snorted, walking up to stand in front of the hologram, "You've got to be kidding me."

"You are the leader of this world?" Anubis asked, his voice gravelly as he stared at Nathan. Peter immediately stiffened and took a step forward with a growl, ready to defend his brother from anything, even a hologram. Even though he didn't know why... must be genetic.

"Nathan Petrelli, father, brother, son and President of the United States of America. One nation among many." Nathan responded, putting his hands in his pockets as he stared at the hologram in contemplation.

"No more. Bow before your God!" Anubis commanded, his voice demanding as he held out a hand.

Peter snorted and let out a chortle, shaking his head in disbelief. For being an 'almighty' Gou'ald, this guy was pretty moronic.

Nathan chuckled before shaking his head, "I don't think so." He suddenly turned serious, "However, I am willing to discuss your surrender."

"If you possessed weapons matching mine you would have used them." Anubis stated, his gravelly voice deepening, sending shivers down Peter's spine.

Nathan chuckled, "I don't think so." He suddenly turned serious, "Don't let the suits fool you. When we're backed into a corner, we put up one hell of a fight."

"You bring destruction upon yourselves." Anubis stated, nonchalant.

"Keep kidding yourself. We have more up our sleeves then you know." Nathan shot back, glancing at Peter as he said this.

Anubis said nothing, but followed Nathans gaze. The hologram dissolved, the light going back to normal.

Nathan sighed and ran a hand through his hair before turning to look at his audience. Everyone, except for Peter, were staring at him in looks of horror, admiration, and respect.

"Too much?"

Peter grinned at his brother innocent quip then stiffened in pain when thoughts that weren't there before, were there now.

He stumbled and almost fell to the floor, but General Hammond grabbed a hold of his arm and kept him steady, a concerned look marring the older man's face as Peter gasped out, "Nathan... They're here... all of them..."

Just as the younger man said this, a red phone rang and a general, General Jumper, picked it up. He listened intently for a few seconds before sending a surprised look at Peter, turning to Nathan, "Sir, thirty plus ships just appeared in orbit, taking station around the planet."

Nathan sighed before loosening the knot of his tie, leaning against the edge of his desk as he said, "I guess he didn't buy it. Too bad... cause I wasn't bluffing." as he said this, Nathan's gaze fixated on Peter's collapsed form.

Peter's eyes widened and he stared at his older brother in horror, not believing what he was hearing, "Nathan..." He started, horrified when Robert Kinsey interrupted him.

"Mister President, it's time to go to the Alpha site." The vice president stated, moving towards the door, "You can stay in contact and send any word..."

Nathan interrupted him, never taking his eyes off of Peter, "Bob, go ahead."

"M-Mister President." Kinsey responded, flustered as he stared at Nathan's nonchalant form.

"No, no, go ahead! I'm uh... I'm staying." Nathan stated, finally looking up and catching Kinsey's eye as the man cowered and basically ran from the office. Noticing the way people were looking at the vice president's retreating back, Nathan sighed before saying, "You're all welcome to join him."

Everyone shared a collective look before General Maynard stated, "I think you know we're staying right here with you, sir."

Nathan nodded gratefully before he turned to General Hammond, "God knows George, you deserve the right to go."

"No sir, I think I'll stay as well." Hammond stated, pride in his voice as he held his chin high.

Nathan grinned before saying, "Good. Well if you'll accept it, I've got another job for you."

Two Hours Later: Oval Office

Nathan sat at his desk chair, chin propped up on his hand in front of a screen only showing static. He looked slightly worried as he stared.

"Mister President, for the last two hours the enemy had focused on systematically taking out power grids and broadcast channels around the world. They seem to want to disable our communications."

"So much for my speech." Nathan sighed, getting up as Peter' eyes followed him from the couch.

"We are doing out best to get the word out to the public to remain calm." The national security adviser said calmly.

Nathan stared at her incredulously before asking, "Saying what?"

"For the moment we're sticking with... a meteor shower." A woman responded, looking up from her notepad.

Nathan snorted, "That'll only hold up as long as those ship stay out of range." He turned to look at the woman, "Go to DEFCON 1."

The woman nodded and left.

Nathan sighed before turning to General Jumper, "John, launch the Prometheus."

General Jumper nodded and Nathan turned to Peter, "Pete, can I talk to you for a sec?"

Peter's eyes narrowed but he nodded, getting up from his seat and heading out into the hallway, his older brother following him.

"Look," Nathan started, looking deep into Peter's eyes while he put his hands on the younger man's shoulders, "I want you too know, I am not making this decision lightly-." Peter stiffened, that was never a good sign, "But, I want you to know, I've taken everything into account... everything."

"You want me to blow them up, don't you?" Was Peter's response as he shook his arms free of his older brother's hold and glared at him.

"I wouldn't be saying this if there was no other choice, Pete." Nathan said, resigned as Peter looked at him in horror.

"I don't have that power anymore Nathan, and even if I did, I would never use it." He stated, wincing as he thought of almost blowing up New York City.

His older brother sighed before rubbing his hand through his hair in frustration, "It's my last resort, Pete. How many will die if you don't?"

Peter stayed silent for a couple of moments, his mind trying to recover from the shock he had just received. "You were planning on using me, even from the start." He murmured, brokenly, his eyes widening as Peter stared at his older brother's hunched over form, "I was only a tool... Was this mom's idea? Have me blow up the big, bad, Gou'ald fleet and come away unscathed?!" His voice rose.

Nathan shook his head, reaching out a hand as though to calm his younger brother, but Peter took a step back. The pain in his head returned full force as he cried out, hunching over as it flowed through his whole body. Nathan's eyes widened in alarm as he grabbed Peter's arms, yelling, "Pete, Pete?! What's wrong?!"

Peter couldn't answer as his vision started to go fuzzy, something screaming in the back of his mind as something happened to the Stargate.

"S-shit..." Were his last words as he fell into unconsciousness, Nathan screaming for someone as his eyes drifted closed.

When Peter opened his eyes, he was on top of a roof. The hospital's roof, if he remembered correctly. The hospital Nathan had taken him too the first time he had tried to fly.

His past self sat on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the cars below. The door opened behind him and Nathans head popped out before his whole body emerged, "I've been looking all over for you." He said, staying near the door.

Peter past self said nothing, looking down at the cars before turning slightly and asking quietly, "Did you know about dad's depression?"

"Yeah." Nathan said, hesitant.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Peter's past self accused, his fists clenching as he kept Nathan in his line of sight.

"Because everyone's entitled to their secrets, Peter." Was Nathans simple answer as he stuck his hands in his pockets.

Peter's past self stayed quiet for a moment before stating, "I was so sure when it happened. Now it turns out I'm just ... going crazy." He stood up and looking down at the cars below.

Nathan nervously watched past Peter, "Look, hey ... we've been through this before. We've played this game, okay? Let's just ... let's just go." He pleaded, holding out a hand.

Peter's past self looked at Nathan before saying, "Tell me what happened, Nathan. When I jumped. Tell me you flew. I wanna hear you say that you flew. Tell me, or I'll jump again." Past Peter stepped closer to the edge of the platform he was on, leaning back a little bit, "Hey, good luck on your campaign ... when I'm splattered all over the ground below." He threatened.

Nathans eyes widened and he finally broke when Peter's past self almost fell, "All right. You want the truth?"

"Yeah." Peter's past self stated, his eyes widening in hope as he stared at his older brother expectantly.

Nathan took a deep breath before saying, "We both flew. Pete ... I caught you, and I lost control. You're too heavy. We both started falling to the ground and just before we - just before we hit, you flew. You."

Past Peter's eyes sparkled for a second before they hardened like diamonds, "Are you lying to me?" He whispered dangerously, cocking his head.

Nathan shook his head. Past Peter didn't believe him and his eyes narrowed as he hissed, "You are."

Peter's past self took a couple steps towards Nathan, "You're trying to tell me what you think I wanna hear. You're lying to me again!" He shouted, angry.

Nathan didn't say anything. He looked at past Peter's feet, then back up at Peter's past self. He then pointed at his younger brother's feet.

Peter's past self looked confused for a second before he looked down and saw he was floating a couple of feet above the rooftop. He looked at Nathan in shock, then faltered and fell to the ground unsteadily.

His older brother stayed silent as Peter's past self's face erupted in a grin before he hugged Nathan. "D-Did you see that? Did you see that? I flew?" Peter's past self stated, stuttering a little from excitement.

"Yeah, I - I know. I know." Nathan murmured, his face downcast as he held his younger brother. Peter's past self smiled, his eyes shining.

Peter awoke slowly, sleep clinging to his eyes as he struggled to consciousness. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and his head felt like it was being ripped open. Obnoxious white light blinded him and Peter winced, closing his eyes for a second time.

"I think he is coming around." A muffled voice spoke and Peter struggled to focus on it, his eyesight becoming cleared and clearer as he tried to focus.

"Good, we have to hurry before the guards come back and notice he's gone." Another voice responded, urgency filling it.

"W-who's there?" His voice rasped and Peter winced, how long had he been out this time?

"People who want to help you." One of the voices responded and Peter felt himself being lifted up off the bed. He groaned in pain as his whole body throbbed but a voice shushed him, while cradling his body.

Peter felt the person start to walk and he struggled to get his eyes to focus, but for some reason, he couldn't. "We need to get you back to the SGC. That is the only thing that will help you feel better." One voice explained, walking faster as Peter struggled to remain conscious.

"W-why are you helping me?" Peter murmured, eyes already drooping as he struggled against the urge to sleep.

"An old debt that must be re-payed." Was all the voice said and Peter's vision swam before his eyes just before he blacked out once again, wondering who on earth owed him a debt.

When Peter opened his eyes for the second time, he was alone and in the middle of a desert. The scorching sun was beating down on his body and sweat dripped from his forehead.

Peter let out a loud groan before pushing himself up unsteadily, wobbling a little bit as he pressed his hand to his forehead in an attempt to clear it. Who had helped him... escape... for lack of a better word... That hospital?

And then promptly left him in the middle of a scorching desert with no water and no protective gear. Peter closed his eyes in annoyance before they snapped open, his body taking in a breath of air as he suddenly remembered.

He could fly.

His eyes slid closed and Peter concentrated, thinking of his older brother and breathing in and out in even breathes. His brow furrowed before his eyes snapped open in annoyance.

Nothing had happened.

Peter didn't know what he had done wrong, or why it didn't work, all he knew was that he was angry.

Angry at his father, for taking away his powers in the first place. Furious at his mother for almost allowing him to blow up New York City and lying through her teeth to him again and again. Angry at Nathan, for allowing their father to twist his mind and for hunting them. For hunting him.

Peter held onto that anger and closed his eyes tight, his hands clenching into fists as he concentrated. His feet hovered above the ground for a split second before gravity took hold and pushed him back down.

The sun boiled high in the sky and Peter turned his face upward, closing his eyes and relaxing completely. He let the anger flow out of him, only to be replaced by a felling of nothing when he thought of Nathan.

Absolutely nothing.

He focused on that and his body lifted off the ground and soared into the sky, the wind ruffling his hair and lashing at his face. A crooked grin split across his face and Peter let out a jubilant laugh.

He could fly!

As he soared through the sky, all Peter could think about was getting back to Stargate Command, and hopefully, never seeing his family again. However, the latter would probably never happen, but he could hope.

As he broke the sound barrier, Peter let out a joyful whoop as he sped towards Colorado Springs.

The Stargate hummed in completion when it felt the human it had bonded with fill with joy. It had been so long... the rest was well deserved. But his job was not done yet.

Nowhere near done.

There it is folks :D I hope you liked it :) It was pretty hard to write, but I got it done :D