Petrelli Vs Carlisle...the Musical

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"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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Sitting down beside Peter, he let the guitar beat relax him, resting his leg carefully so it didn't get any worse. It was fine most the days but Christ, it could throb. Generally he powered on but it was nice to be able to just sit down.

Turning his head, he pulled out the other earbud and raised an eyebrow. Oh yes! Probably shouldn't be singing all of that to Peter, especially not after that kiss.

He couldn't deny that he was very interested in Peter, as a friend mainly, usually he just went for women so it didn't even factor into his head that Peter might be interested.

So to him, right here and now, it was just a little joke. With perhaps a few bits of truth hidden under it all.

"Right, yes, well lets fine a less suggestive song... errr...," Frowning down at his mp3 player, he wasn't sure which one to pick. So he settled for turning it off and offering Peter a small shrug.

"We can live without music for now, huh?"

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Peter settled on a little bistro for an early dinner half a block from his building. Of course he assumed they'd be going back there afterward, especially now that he was determined. He'd been feeling anxious for a reason for the past two days and sure, it went against the religion he was raised in and he had no idea what he'd be doing, but the danger was exciting.

Carlisle was weird, a little bit stalkerish, but Peter liked that too. Who else in his entire life had shown him that sort of attention?

"So," he said, once they had sodas and a basket of warm bread, "what do you like to do when not singing and faking injuries?"

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Peter tilted his head back and pretended to think before shrugging. "Work. Thats about it, I don't do that much. I travel a lot but that also because of work, I hate reading, also because of work. I think my life is centred around world.

Course he wasn't about to delve into how much he both resented and relief on work to keep him stable after just knowing this guy. Quirks, habits and oddness were fine to share, his own personal problems were his and his alone.

And maybe one very annoyed doctor back in Scotland.

"What about you? When you're not nursing around or playing games, any interests?"

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Peter balked a little and scratched the back of his neck before he threw out his arms. "What you see is what you get. We're both pretty boring, huh?"

He smiled, the corners of his lips moving only somewhat even if the majority of the smile touched and stayed in his eyes. He was a very pretty man, even with that slightly nerve damaged lower lip that made him look like he was pouting from time to time.

"But you travel a lot, do you? So this just isn't a special case? Where to next?"

Was it just him, or did it feel awkward now that he was genuinely trying to have a get to know you session? Peter felt like he was sinking.

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"Not really, I'm a DI on loan, I usually go all around England but one of our killers fled here so off I went. See, if I'm in need then they ring up and I act as a visiting DI. They called me the wanderer," he joked with a bright smile, he never did get a chance t sit back and relax.

Though he didn't mind the travelling. He tried to relax and stay put in Blackpool with Natalie but that soon died. He got restless, fed up and it didn't help that she was cheating on him.

"What about you? Big traveller?"

He assumed that most people had been somewhere in there time and apparently, from what he'd heard at the office, the Petrelli had a fair bit of money. Probably more than his parents.

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The Petrellis has more than a fair bit of money. Their eldest was the District Attorney and running for Senate. The head of the clan was a partner in a large, international lawfirm. Peter seemed the black sheep, doing a job that historically had little pay and even less thanks.

The younger of the pair shrugged a little, fiddling around with his beer without really drinking it. "Not really. My parents have a house in Maine we use to go to each summer. I hated it. Now my brother, he's been all over the world with the Navy. It was never something I was interested in. I wanted to join the Peace Corp though..."

He had to laugh. His father and mother had adamantly refused and the paperwork got lost. Evidently it was too dangerous for their youngest.

This had to have been the third time Peter brought up his brother...but it was hard not to when he was still living under his shadow.

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"Pfft, peace is a waste of time," Carlisle dismissed with a small smile, not trying to impose anything on Peter just adding his own thoughts. That kind of stuff seemed pointless to him. When he looked back, he couldn't think of anything he wanted to be a part of.

"I wanted to join the force when I was 16, I did and thats all, not exactly exciting. But I do know that as liberal as I am, helping others just doesn't work."

It was an oddly cynical stance for someone as happy and friendly as Carlisle but he was honest at times, he didn't see all that much good in humanity and he often refused too.

Being a copper ruined his morality.

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Peter recoiled slightly. Carlisle wasn't trying to slight him, for all he knew, but it was hard to be continually charmed when he dismissed everything Peter really stood for. An idealist by nature, but soul, Peter couldn't live thinking that what he wanted to do wasn't worth it.

Or that people weren't worth it.

He fell silent, head down, and took a quick sip of his beer. He found it a little tasteless really, and scratched at his arm before he turned intense eyes back towards Carlisle.

"It's our job to help people, both of us. And I like to think I at least made a difference."

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"We do help people but out of the 6 billion odd people, we mean nothing. We can make a difference to someones life but not everyones," Peter mumbled, not really paying attention outside his can of coke. He knocked back a mouthful before looking up and frowned.

Huh, Peter looked kind of pissed at him.

"What? Oh come on, look I'm all for helping people and you probably save peoples lives all the time or at least help but it doesn't matter. People are jerks, everyones out for themselves and as much as I love to play hero, I know its not true. Some people can't be helped and other don't want to. No one ever really changes."

Working as a copper, having an unlucky love life and generally putting up with life, he had plenty of cynical ideas on people. He was a hopeless romantic sure, but that didn't mean he couldn't think lowly of people.

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Peter plastered on the most fake smile he could manage and even ordered something to eat that he let Carlisle have because he couldn't stomach it. Watching the other man eat still took a lot of discipline not to be charmed again.

Christ, did he have to lick every finger like that? Peter ripped his eyes away from the other man and stood up before dessert could arrive. He paid in cash for lunch and smiled again at the other Peter.

"Sorry, I actually need to run." It was a lie. "But stay off that foot, all right?"

There was no mention of seeing him again. Really, Peter should have known better. He ran his hands through his hair as he exitted the shop.

They really had nothing in common. It had all been...what? Physical attraction? That worried him so much.

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Carlisle wasn't stupid, he knew that Peter was upset and offended, if his foot wasn't throbbing and he wasn't enjoying this dinner, he would of ran after him.

Instead he stayed up, finished dinner then sat there in though till the place had to close, course he ordered coffee inbetween so he didn't get kicked out.

He didn't have much else to do and his friend just ditched him cause he'd overly offended him. He should of known, why else would Peter be a nurse! He wanted to help people, trashing on said people was a bad move.

Sleeping in his motel didn't happen for one reason, he simply couldn't. How could he sleep when he was this restless? He wanted to go apologise to Peter but the later it got, the more he put it off.

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Peter couldn't sleep either. He played some games and tossed and turned and went down to do laundry and finally called his brother over. "You're suppose to come and cheer me up. Bring a pizza, get some beer...you know. Be a big brother."

"Pete, jeez, it's eleven. I have the boys to take to baseball tomorrow and-- Is this over some girl?"

Peter sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Kinda," he lied, feeling terrible about it.

"Oh, all right. Big brother to the rescue. I'll be over soon."

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"So do you have anything that would be good for a gift?"

The only shop open that he could find was a very small convenience store that basically only food, beer or alcohol. Neither made a good gift.

Tugging nervously at his T-shirt as the shop owner dismissed him, he peered around the food isle before idly grabbing a few things Peter might like. Tin of soup to pay him back for the food he'd eaten, some cigarettes in case he smoked, a beer to cheer him up... and some bandages-- Well Peter was nurse!

Well, it made sense in his head.

With a bag full of questionable shopping Peter stumbled around trying to find where Peter's place was. It was so hard to track things down in a strange place.

When he did find it, he spent the next five minutes, shifting from foot to foot, right outside Peter's apartment block, with his bag of shopping. The traffic flew by behind him as he stared up at the other Peters window with a frown.

... Now what?!

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"Hey buddy, you lost?"

This was not the best neighborhood. Nathan told Peter time and time again that he was going to get raped or murdered or some drug dealer would accidently leave his stash and get him framed. Peter found all of those situations to be really too funny, and despite how many times he told Nathan not to worry, there was a new apartment listing in his email inbox twice a week.

And even a promise to help pay if he still wouldn't touch his trust fund.

Nathan was a good bit more muscled than Carlisle, but still shorter. His face, however, had to be familiar for the DI. It graced a lot of buses.

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Peter turned his head to the side, gave the strange man a frown before pausing. Oh, the busman? Huh, why was he here? ... Oh God, had he taken too many narcotics again? That certainly explained why he thought soup would be a good gift.

"Um, yes. Right. Very fine, thank you. Just waiting for something," Gripping his shopping tighter, he glanced upwards at Peters window before dropping his head back down to the other man and offering a smile.

It was only polite, after all.

"Um, hello, also. Its nice to meet you," he offered, patting the man on the shoulder then tearing his eyes from the helpful bus man and back up to Peters window.

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Nathan's eyes narrowed. He was well aware of where his brother's apartment was, and which floor. And while that seemed probably like a coincidence, it didn't stop him from being suspicious.

Especially of some European guy with crazy hair that looked like a heroine addict.

"Why don't you walk away, buddy. You won't find anything here for sale, if you know what I mean."

Jesus. He'd have to bombard Peter's email everyday now.

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"What? What?! No, no, no. I'm a copper, I'm not a druggie... Or did you mean buying whores? I don't get American street slang so I don't know what I'm being accused of but I don't have any cash on me anyway," Just a credit card and that was it. Well, a card and his bag of shopping.

Peering back up at Peters place, he frowned for a second... Did Peter sell drugs? Nah, he couldn't!

Well, he could. He had brilliant access to drugs, a nice little spot and the neighbour probably had a few junkies. In fact, he could make a lot of money.

Clearing his throat, he tore his mind off his thoughts and looked back at the annoyed man. "I have things for a friend, I just ... I'm thinking. You can go, I'm not here to kill anyone or anything. And I can't vote for you either, not registered."

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Copper? Nathan was momentarily confused before he realized what it was that Peter was talking about. "Oh...oh. Oh, sorry, man," Nathan said, his smile matching his brother's. He gently patted Carlisle on the shoulder as he moved on passed and nodded again as he headed to the front door and pushed in Peter's code.

There was a buzz, the door opened, and in went Nathan, disappearing.

He dropped the pizza on Peter's 'coffee table' and shrugged off his coat as his brother set out the beer. "There's some weird Scottish guy just hanging around down in front of your building. Thought he was a new dealer. Seriously, Pete you need to think about mo-- Pete? Peter, are you listening to me?"

Of course he wasn't. He was jerking up the window to hang out it.

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The moment Peter hung out the window, the copper down below stopped shuffling about and peered up. Ooooh... That senator guy knew Peter maybe? Or did he just hear him? Either way, Peter held up the bag of shopping rather lamely and waved it about.

"I brought a gift!" he yelled upwards before setting the bag down by his feet and sighing.

"I'm sorry I insult humanity and your job! So... So I brought you soup! And some cigarettes! Do you smoke? I don't but I thought you might!"

Course yelling in the middle of the street caught the attention of many stragglers still out there.

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"Pete--" Nathan was still being ignored, watching his brother shift for a moment, not quite sure what was going on until he heard the yell. Partially. "Did you know that guy? Are you in trouble?" He did say he was a cop!

Peter's eyes softened from a good six stories up, so it wasn't as if Carlisle could see it.

"I don't smoke," he yelled back. "We have pizza, do you want to come up?"

Nathan smirked, staying quiet for now as he watched Peter. What was going on?

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"I would! Haaaang on, I'll be right up."

Blast! Removing the cigarette, he handed them to a random man on the street and ran up the steps, pressing the button thingy. As he slipped inside, he awkwardly half ran, half limped up the stairs with what remained of his gift.

Not that it was much of one.

Pausing outside Peters door, he paused and bit his lower lip... before finally knocking in gently and waiting.

Hopefully Peter wasn't still offended or he'd need a better gift

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"Care to explain yourself, Pete?" Nathan asked, watching as his brother cleaned up and got another beer out. "I thought we were having brother's night. Who the heck--"

"A friend. Sort of. A jerk. Listen, I don't know," he said, half whining. "I sort of ditched him at lunch and he brought me soup."

Nathan looked confused, but stayed seated when Peter finally answered the door.

He smiled up at Carlisle when he heard the knock.

"Hey. Come in. Peter, this is my brother. Nathan."