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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[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

The weight of the pendant in my hand is grounding and I swallow. Right, all I need to do is hold onto this, we'll stop the virus, Nathan will be alive and there will be no more tears in this room. I look at the piece of metal in my hand just before he tells us that he's leaving and when I look up again, he's already gone.

Without this cord, I'd have thought it was a dream. I quickly put it on and knot it around my neck, doubling it securely because, God help me, if there's one thing I can't lose, it's this.

I still have so many questions. I don't know when he'll return. But that's not important right now.

"Nathan--" I have to snap my fingers in front of his eyes for him to blink. "Nathan, Jesus, snap out of it."

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"Yeah, I'm all right." No, I'm not. My voice doesn't really sound right, a little too dreamy and groggy, like I just woke up hungover from a long night of drinking.

I test out my limbs to see if I can move them, and I immediately pinch the bridge of my nose and take a few deep breaths. I just sat and listened to a futuristic version of my brother tell us we can fly. He threw us around like rag dolls without even touching us, preached about Doomsday, and then just blinked out of existence. Am I getting all this right?

"Peter."

I turn to him, and place my hands on his shoulders. I have a strange need to make sure he's solid and really there. To assure myself that I'm not the next one in line for Bellevue.

"What the hell just happened?"

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

"We...we're super heroes." Not what he wants to hear. I can tell already by the look of genuine disgust he gives me. I wince and after he moves away from me, I dance right back to him again. He's not getting away. You don't just return from the future to get yourself to fix it for nothing! "Less you're putting more than whiskey in those tumblers, we can fly!"

Everything else aside, that makes me giddy. I thought he'd be giddy too, but no, no, I can see it in his eyes. He just wants to be another lawyer turned politician when he can be a real life Super Man! Well, minus the heat vision and super strength. And he probably won't be able to fly around the world so fast that he reverses time, but not everyone can be perfect!

I put my hand to his chest, lightly stroking his tie. It's one I gave him. I wrote my name on the back of it after stealing it from dad's closet, effectively ruining the fine Italian silk. I always like it when he wears it.

"We've got to go to Odessa!"