Petrelli Vs Carlisle...the Sequel

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"Petrelli VS Carlisle -- The Sequel"
Who:  Peter Petrelli & Peter Carlisle (Blackpool)
When: Beginning of Season 1

Peter Petrelli was a burrower.  He liked to be warm, but not to be too close to someone in his sleep.  As such, he ended up under the covers, all the way at the very bottom of the bed.  He was just a little lump of happy snoring sounds, one arm hanging noteably off of the side of the bed somewhere near Carlisle's foot.

Without work in the morning, there was no alarm set.  He hadn't thought to ask the other Peter if he needed to be up or not and, in fact, even if he had, they'd been a little preoccupied to do much about it.

Now, stretching and fresh from dreams of time travel, Peter opened his eyes to gaze at a knee that belonged to a very hairy leg.  He wasn't sure what to make of that at first!

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He couldn't stay here but he couldn't seem to leave. He wanted to drop everything, to do the big romantic leap once more and be happy... but then he remember the last time he'd done that and how well that had ended.

Was it worth ruining everything for another chance? He really didn't know any more.

Blowing of obligations was something everyone wanted to do but how could he? He had a duty to the parents, brothers, sisters, friends and even bleeding pets of the victims in his cases. How could he just leave those people hanging?

"I don't want to leave," Taking Peters hand, he hauled himself to his feet and offered the other man a swift kiss to the cheek. "But I have too. I hate to but I can't stay. And I'm sorry. For you and for me."

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Peter looked down and tucked his hair behind his ear. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he said, eyes narrowed to keep the emotion out of them. He smiled, but it was fake, and he let out a solid breath. "You've got a life. But it was fun, right?"

Carlisle hadn't asked him to come with, but it hadn't mattered. Peter would have never been able to. There was too much baggage here. Nathan and his mother were all he had. He was use to seeing his brother every few days and spending time with the boys. He was use to going to church with his mom when she felt religious and attending her luncheons and fundraisers.

But he didn't ask. Don't need to go through the reasons to say no.

Peter shoved his hands back into his own pocket, a bit shocked at the kiss to his cheek. It felt a little cold. Well, maybe that was just a British thing? Were Scottish still Brits? Peter still couldn't get him out of his head!

"I...um... Well." Peter wished he could fly now. But things were never easy!

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Looking up at the sky, Peter pulled a face before dropping his head back down and sighing. Why couldn't he make this work? What happened to the old Carlisle that would try to talk Peter into going home with him or somewhere new or even find a way to stay.

Had his romantic side been that trampled over that he no longer cared? That thought hurt more than leaving Peter.

"You should fly," Carlisle mumbled, pulling a lolly from his pocket. Unwrapping it, he twirled it in front of his face. "When you master it, we could fly off. Hawaii or -- I don't know, Wales? I don't care. But I could use a super hero you know? I'd kill to fly, I'd never stay still."

Smiling softly, he put the lolly in his mouth and playfully saluted Peter before tearing himself out the alleyway and away from the man he wanted.

It was just easier, in the long run, to leave.