I'm a Super Hero

[chimeramimicry]

"I'm a Super Hero"
Who: Peter and...Peter?
When: After a visit to Nathan's office, Peter's older brother decides to take him out for dinner and a surprise.  The 'surprise,' it seems, is on Nathan though!  It's been about three months since that night and Peter's life is about to change forever...

I'm not having a very good day.  I don't know how I've let it happen, but I've been stuck into the pediatrics group.  I'm the only guy on the entire floor, minus two male OB/GYN doctors and various boyfriends and husbands that go to visit the nursery or track me down to help them find their nurse.  Boy, are they surprised when the guy in the baby blue scrubs is their nurse!

All I want to do is sleep.  But no.

No, of course not because there's someone in my apartment.  I know it's not the best neighborhood but I've never heard of a break and enter in my building before.  I don't even think to grab my cell, just the umbrella from the stand by the door and brandish it like a bat.

"HEY!"

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I'm going with telekinesis here for the holding him up power.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

Holding his hand means I'm just going to dangle. This is a lot less like Superman than I thought it'd be. Not that I want to be Lois Lane taking a trip around Metrocity. We live in Batman's domain anyhow. And his friendship with Superman is sketchy and, if you believe what you read in online chat sites were girls go, sometimes have angry hate-love sex.

I don't get fanfiction. I tried to read a story once to Nathan for laughs about the Fantastic Four's ultimate love for each other and he shot me one of those: 'I'll kill you if you say another word, Pete' looks that I really love so much.

I do. It's a little masochistic of me I guess.

Anyhow, he takes my hand now, this other me, and before I know it, we're riding high in the sky, fingers laced together. Now this is more like the dreams I've been having.

"WOOOHOO!"

Yeah, that's what he's doing. ^__^

[fallen-empath.livejournal.com]

I'm much more comfortable when he decides to listen to me, his hand finding mine, and I push forward as hard as I can. His heartfelt shout simultaneously reminds me of Leonardo DiCaprio in 'Titanic', and fills me with happiness, and I can't help but laugh. This is how I'm supposed to feel because I'm flying.

I'm flying. How could I forget?

I glance over at him, and I expect nothing but that impossibly happy face as we speed through the starlit sky, nearly approaching the speed of sound.

It hurts a little bit, because this moment of mine, of his, was meant for Nathan, not me. Does that even make sense?

I still kind of can't get my mind around it, showing my own self how it feels to be Superman. But there's also that lingering feeling that everything I'm changing right now, I'm changing for the better. Preparing him. Preparing myself for the dire situation that awaits me. Him.

I wish I could protect him from it entirely, but somehow I know that's not the way of things. I can save him, and myself, and everyone from a lot of heartache if I just trust my instincts this time. Don't overthink things. Nathan always told me, jokingly of course, that my job was to feel, not think.

And that's the thought that makes me shout just as loud as he does.

"Superman's got nothing on us!"

Up early or just not asleep yet?

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

It's over too fast, but as he land on the fire escape, I realize that my legs just don't work anymore. I fall to the rusting steel with a giddy laugh stuck in my throat and turn my gaze up for him. "I better not be dreaming."

Though maybe I ought to be because I think I just fell in love with myself. It's not narcissistic! It's just...he's awesome. He's sort of my dream self, the guy I want to be. The guy I'd kill to be best friends with!

So after he drags me in, and I lay on the floor laughing and panting for a little while, I finally manage to stop acting like a five year old and join him on the couch.

He's got a picture of me -- us -- and Nathan in his hand. "Does he ever believe me? What I can do?"

Because deep down, it's what I live for -- recognition by my big brother.

[fallen-empath.livejournal.com]

I'm quiet for a little while, coming down from the rush of flight, just gazing at the picture of my brother and me at his and Heidi's wedding. I've looked at this picture so much, I convinced myself we were happy at that moment. I was, but at the same time I felt like I was losing everything. And eventually I did.

My past self parks himself right next to me on the couch with our typical disregard for personal space. Not that it bothers me.

I look over at him, and I know I'm smiling like a little kid does when he's got big news to spill.

"Does he believe you? He's got no choice but to believe you. Because he can do it too."

And that's when it hits me -- the way Nathan finds out he can fly. The accident. Heidi. It's a dangerous thing, changing something that doesn't have any direct relevance to the thing I'm trying to fix. But it might. Everything's connected.

I set the picture down and grab him by the shoulders. "The dreams... you should be having them by now. Aren't you? Did you tell him yet?" I'm asking him questions I already know the answers to. I never got the chance to tell Nathan, because I was afraid he wouldn't believe me. And then it was too late.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

"Yeah right, he's going to believe--" I'm so busy bad mouthing Nathan for being a sucky brother that never listens when I pause and backtrack to what I said easier. He said earlier. Peter... Oh, this is going to get more and more confusing.

I rub my forehead. I need to center myself before I ask for clarification. And even after I get it, I don't really buy it.

"Oh, c'mon, Nathan can only fly with a plane." But he looks so serious. I almost itch to call him. I swallow. "He's...working late. We can go and see him?"

It sounds like a good plan. He'll have to believe one of me!

[fallen-empath.livejournal.com]

"I... um... well..."

I really don't know if going to see Nathan is such a great idea. First of all, he's going to think he's hallucinating when he sees two of his brother waltz into his office. Second of all, I might start crying. I've always made it a point not to go anywhere near alternate versions of my brother when I time-travel. Too risky, and too heartbreaking. If I'm going to fix everything, I'll have him back again when it's over. It's a belief I've clung to for the past two years.

But maybe that's where I've been going about this all wrong. Nathan is a major player in the events that lead up to the spread of the virus. Tipping him off might be just the difference I need to make in order to avert the hell of my present time. If he believes me, that is.

"All right," I say, smiling when I realize I can have a little fun with this too. "Want to see something else you can do?"

I stand up, still smiling, and cast an illusion, making myself appear female. I choose the form of a girl I had a serious crush on and was way too afraid to even talk to when I was doing my clinicals. I'm mean to myself, aren't I? I've always been a masochist, but this really takes the cake.

"Recognize me?"

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

"Oh. My God. You're Vanessa." I'm more intimidated now than ever before because she's here, the girl I've been jerking off to for the last four months is standing here. In my apartment. I almost want to ask her to get undressed, just so I can see, but that would be way too Nathan for my general comfort levels.

So instead I jump off of the couch and put it between me and her. Err him.

"That's really, really cool! Can you be anyone?" Can I touch your tits? Yeah, that'd go over soooo well. I'd slap myself. Deservedly too, I might add..