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]

"My foot is just part of my charm, you should see me dance," Carlisle teased back, happily tearing his way through his food and making short work of breakfast. So even at 5am he got hungry, who knew? The only time he got hungry this early was when he was on a case and up all night.

Falling asleep at his desk was not something he was a stranger too, it happened a lot.

"Anyway, I'll make sure to tidy up the bedding stuff after you leave and I should be gone by then," he promised, not wanting Peter to think he was moving in. Licking the excess syrup from his fingers, he gave Peter a small smile and mumbled something around them about his motel.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Peter said, nodding again. He got up, mostly to keep himself from watching Carlisle lick his damned fingers. "Well, you're not gonna be dancing until you get back home. It'll be at least four weeks until you should put that sort of pressure on it."

Peter shoved his plate into the sink.

"And sure, it's fine, you don't have to straighten up, it's just a blanket. The door will lock behind you. Don't take my Xbox." It was a joke, really.

He doubted his Scottish friend would do that. Besides, he'd just go down to the 6th and ask for a Scottsman. He had to be the only one there!

Peter crossed the room again, pulling off his white undershirt in the process and dropped it in the hamper in the hall before he headed towards the bathroom.

[carlislestyle.livejournal.com]

Once the plate was empty, Carlisle shoved the plate to the side and simply curled up on the sofa, wriggling into the blankets and burying his head under the pillow. There was no food so no reason to stay up.

Well, there was Peter but he was getting ready for work. Short of washing him, there was nothing he could actually do.

Lazing around half asleep seemed to be just fine.

He'd have to set an alarm on his phone for 9 though, if he got in late, they might make him work all day and he really didn't want that. He just wanted sleep, food and potentially to bother Peter.

He was rather starting to like him a fair bit.