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]

"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.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

"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

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

"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."