There's a Connection

[chimeramimicry]

"There's a Connection"
Who:  Peter and Nathan
When: Pre Season 1

It took ten minutes to actually get inside the building.  People wearing his last name on their chests and bags was a usual sight.  He wasn't presumptuous enough to actually wear a pin himself, though he kept one in his satchel.

Peter saw his brother cross in front of the glass, talking on the phone, and he tried to wave at him, but of course, the man had better things to do than glance out windows.  Nevermind that.  Peter finally pushed his way through the revolving doors of his brother's campaign headquarters and sighed as even more people clogged the small reception area.

"Nathan!"  He needed just a bit of help to catch up to his brother and not be stuck with the teaming masses.

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[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

He wanted it to linger. They use to be so much closer until Nathan set his sights on office. Since he'd come back from New York after the Academy and the Navy to begin lawyering, Peter had enjoyed quite a lot of time with his older brother. It was no secret he idolized him.

"Everytime I close my eyes," he said, after Nathan left him go, "I have these amazing dreams! You're in most of them."

[dontflywithme.livejournal.com]

He gave Peter a look. "That isn't what I asked you. Damn it Pete, didn't you do anything productive today?" He leaned against the counter and sipped his drink.

Boo work and lack of iconses!

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

Peter clammed up and looked away again, leaning against the center island. "I read the stocks to Mr. Deveaux, changed his IV and his colostomy bag."

Re: Boo work and lack of iconses!

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"Sounds....awesome." He lifted his brows and took another drink. "You might as well have been a librarian, Pete."

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Peter scowled. "I listen to your stupid crap and you can't even hear me out?"

[dontflywithme.livejournal.com]

He rolled his eyes. "Okay. Fine. I'll listen to your stupid crap about dreams." Nathan smirked, amused. "Go on."

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"No, like I said..." Peter moved closer to Nathan, swallowing a little. He knew it was crazy, he didn't want the kitchen staff to overhear even a moment of it. "I mean...it just happens, but it's so real. Like I'm flying sometimes!"

[dontflywithme.livejournal.com]

"Lots of people dream that they're flying. Doesn't mean anything." His fingers clenched around his glass. God damn it, Peter better not be going crazy on him.

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One hand to Nathan's chest, Peter looked up at him. "Haven't you ever had the thought that you might be special? Meant for something huge? More than being a congressman...?"

[dontflywithme.livejournal.com]

Nathan lifted a brow. "Yes, actually." He looked away for a moment, thinking. "President." Some day he might get there. He was well on his way.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

President. Peter knew that this conversation had just become solely about his brother.

Again.

"Yeah? Oh, I'll be sure to join the Peace Corp and skip the country. My big brother doesn't need anymore power of me," he joked.

[dontflywithme.livejournal.com]

"Now that's a lie," Nathan said in gruff tones, hinting at things of the past. When they were growing up, Peter was all over him some rainy afternoons. "You love it when I have power of you."

And Nathan loved teasing him about things they could no longer do.

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Peter balked slightly. Nathan couldn't see into his mind, couldn't guess the things Peter'd thought about since he was old enough to figure it out.

No, this was brotherly teasing. Peter forced a laugh. "You wish."

[dontflywithme.livejournal.com]

"See, that's the difference between you and I, Pete. I don't sit around and wish for things, day dreaming. I make them happen."

Maybe it was the alcohol in his system - he'd already had four glasses of scotch - or maybe it was the excitement over a potentially successful campaign. Something prompted Nathan to lean in and kiss Peter on the cheek, catching the corner of his mouth; an Italian act with a touch of danger.

He winked at his baby brother and then walked towards the stairs to get away from the party.

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Peter deadpanned, blinking slowly at Nathan before he followed after him. "And that's what gets you into trouble," he said, once again playing the dog that followed his brother home from school one day. He even had a bit of a wagging tail there. "You're too...expectant. Maybe you'd get along better with people if you were nicer. You don't have to lord over me for me to love you."

[dontflywithme.livejournal.com]

Nathan continued on to his grand study, and out onto the balcony that overlooked their backyard. People were mingling on the patio, lights strung beautiful and soft music playing. They were high enough to have privacy, though, and were shielded by some tall shrubs. Thank God for ma's love of overdone decorations. "I'm plenty nice to everyone. You're my baby brother, I'm allowed to push you around a bit." He rested his forearms on the railing and leaned against it.

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