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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[carlislestyle.livejournal.com]

"Three? God, thats worse," Rubbing at his eyes, he offered Peter a tired smile, knowing he definitely let this guy down. He wasn't sure why it mattered so much that the bloke who wrapped his foot might be upset with him but it really did.

Nodding his head, he limped after Peter into the place, dropping down into one of the chairs and sighing. "I got called out, ran around New York, got yelled at by about 30 peoples for God knows why, ran into a magazine rack, lost my gun, had to go find the gun and then finally, I had to find a cab to get back to the office. Even then I had to file papers and-- it was just a really bad day."

Putting his head in his hands, he offered Peter a weak smile. "I am sorry I'm late."

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

Wiggling a beer and some left over pizza in front of Carlisle, Peter sat down next to him on the couch. "Nah, it's cool, really. You're here for a week on a job. Hanging out with your nurse isn't top on the list of fun and exciting things to do while in New York."

He set his feet up on the table, telling the other Peter he could as well.

"And really, take your shoe off. Let me get some ice for your foot. You shouldn't be on it."

This was usually when any girl he was trying to win over fled. No one wanted a guy like that, even if they all said that they did.

[carlislestyle.livejournal.com]

Taking the beer, Peter popped it open and smirked at the liquor. So this Peter was pretty awesome, he couldn't deny it. He was just happy to have some company that didn't bite his head off for overworking.

With a content sigh, he indulged in the beer and idly picked at the pizza with a content smile. "I can medicate it with this!"

Holding up the beer, he smiled and set it aside, going all at the pizza and working his way through the leftovers. He didn't mind that he was eating others food, usually he brought food for everyone but in this country, he was still finding his feet.

"I'll be fine, promise. But thank though."

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

"Are you a medical professional?" Peter asked, snarking just a little as he came back from the kitchen with ice and a bag of chips. Jeez, Carlisle could eat. It was pretty rare that he had guests besides, and he didn't mind sharing.

So, there they were. In his crappy, robin's egg blue apartment with his furniture from Ikea that he and Nathan had to put together and a coffee table make from two milk crates and a plank of plywood. His bed was just a mattress on the floor in the back room. He didn't even have a kitchen table.

Peter's family had money, but Peter himself was prideful enough to want to do this on his own.

He helped Peter off with his shoe, hands gentle, and set the bag of ice over the bandages. "How does a cop lose his gun anyhow?"