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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[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

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.

[carlislestyle.livejournal.com]

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.

[carlislestyle.livejournal.com]

"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."

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

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.

[carlislestyle.livejournal.com]

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?

[carlislestyle.livejournal.com]

"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."