Petrelli Vs Carlisle...the Musical

[chimeramimicry]

"Petrelli VS Carlisle -- The Musical"
Who:  Peter Petrelli & Peter Carlisle (Blackpool)
When: Six months before Season 1


"He's making a mess."

Peter glanced up at the head nurse and arched an eyebrow.  "Oh yeah?"

"Yes.  And he keeps singing.  Take him down to X-Ray."

Peter didn't exactly care for the tone of voice his superior was using, but with two months left of his internship, he couldn't stand being a smart ass.  Shaking the hair out of his face, he took the chart under his arm and headed down to the waiting room.  "Mister Peter Carlisle?" he asked, smiling as he always did.  Patients in pain preferred to have a happy face to greet them.

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Hurrah! Icecream from all <333

[carlislestyle.livejournal.com]

While he really wanted to jump in and happily agree with Peters insane theory, his inner copper was churning out his verdict on Peter Petrelli. He was an average guy, aspired to be more, lived in a fantasy world, probably had family issue, possibly repressed. He'd met many like that... usually they were murders so that was less fun.

Still, for once he decided to be tactful, he was a good liar and he didn't mind humouring his knew friend. He nodded his head along and peered behind him and out the window.

"Who knows, maybe you will? Big hero moment might come one day soon, you might get to save someones life with you nursing skills, right place at the right time."

Or, he could be mundane as ever and die after living a normal boring life. Much like Peter would assume he would as well.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

Peter was naive and easily trusting. He gave people third and fourth chances. When he was angry, he burned bright but he was always quite a forgiving man. Empath or not, he could not tell that the other man was just humoring him, and that was just as well.

He laughed, a bit touchier than most men when he patted the other Peter on the shoulder.

"Nah, I'm going into hospice care when I finish my internship at the hospital. The only hero I'll ever be is when some poor old lady thinks I'm her husband and I get to hold her hand when she passes."

He tucked his longish hair behind his ears. They were in near standstill traffic, but he hardly minded. The company was good.

"Shit, sorry. That's sorta depressing. You're a lot more interesting than me." He settled his head back on the leather seat and turned his face towards Peter with a smile.