chimeramimicry | I'm a Super Hero

"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 quick to get him a beer and we sit facing each other onf the couch, legs touching like we're kids up in my old club house, the space too tight for us to fit comfortably otherwise. My story is long. Heidi's accent, losing my license because Nathan just had to tell everyone that my jumping from the roof was me trying to kill myself. I mention Simone too, and then her boyfriend. Going to save Claire-- Yeah, and more of Nathan being a damned jerk.

Again.

Because seriously, he hasn't stopped being a jerk since Peter left us and I really don't know why he's so hostily against me. "We're not talking. I collapsed in Odessa and I think we were fine again but-- Well he's an asshole. He just doesn't understand. He doesn't want to use his powers."

Of course, I still can hardly use mine. I try to fly and I can't. But I healed automatically. That was new.

"So I saved the cheerleader in Texas. Mohinder's not answering his phone though. I was going to stop over and see him later if you want to come with?"

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A profound sense of futility comes over me while I nurse my beer and listen to Peter's story. My story. Regardless of my brief appearance in my past self's life, even though I warned him of what was to come, not a single event has been affected. Everything is playing out just as it did when I experienced it.

What makes me think I'm going to able to change our future if nothing's changed at all? Besides Nathan being even more of a prick, that is.

My only hope is that it's just too soon to tell what might happen. There's still time.

I'm sure my eyes are glassed over while I'm lost in my fatalistic thoughts, but Peter's last sentence hits me like a ton of bricks.

Mohinder's not answering his phone though...

That's because he's being tossed around and tormented by Sylar. "We've gotta go to his apartment. Right now."

I deposit my beer bottle on the coffee table, clamp my hand on Peter's shoulder, and in the space between heartbeats, we leave his living room and wind up collapsing on our asses in the hallway outside Mohinder's door.

"Oops. We should have stood up first."

I don't bother warning him that Sylar's in there. My warning was a splash of blood on my forehead. I nod at the door. "Go ahead, it's open."

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I have too much jumbled up in my head to do more than sit on that kinda gross hallway floor for two beats longer than necessary. I want to ask why we needed to get to Mohinder's apartment, and then how we were going to get there when he lives in Brooklyn, and shouldn't we call ahead? But no.

Groaning, I get to my feet and push open the door. The gun, once trained on a guy in a black t-shirt, moves up to me. "Oh, Peter," Mohinder says and I immediately put my hands up.

'Woah.. Hey, Mohinder, what're you doing here?"

The poor man in the chair looks up at me, a growl to his voice for a moment before I realize that he looks scared. Pretty damned scared.

"Mohinder--"

"It's Sylar! He killed my father!"

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"Oh, quit your whining, Mohinder. Survival of the fittest. Even he'd tell you that." I laugh at my own joke, and Mohinder's two unexpected houseguests just gape at me.

Well, one of them does, with that stupid haircut and that vapid puppy stare. The other one glares and tries to look bad ass in his trenchcoat. Not intimidating in the slightest, if you ask me.

"Well, well. If it isn't the Boy Scout himself. And... his twin brother! Jesus, there's two of you? Isn't this my lucky day. Which one of you wants to die first?"

With TK I wrench the gun out of Mohinder's hand --seriously, if he tried to shoot me holding it like that he'd shatter his wrist, the idiot-- and spin it in the air like a deadly pinwheel, firing off the entire clip as it goes. Bullets lodge themselves into Mohinder's crappy wallpaper job, into chairs and bookshelves. A window shatters.

The two brothers duck, one actually deflecting the bullets away from them with my own trick, and one of them nicks Mohinder's arm. Oops, friendly fire.

Enough of this shit. "Give me the damn list, Mohinder," I demand, picking him up out of his chair and slamming him into the wall.

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My other self has obviously forgotten that it's been like two days since I learned that I can heal and likely? Like I can still die, especially when I'm being shot at. When those bullets start flying, I hit the deck. Jesus, he's a worse teacher than Claire had been when we tumbled off of the roof together and worse than Claude who got way too handsy and threw me off of the roof!

What's it with people trying to kill me all of a sudden? "Put him down!" I call, which on second thought? Not the best idea. He's looking at me now and I get this feeling from him--

It's the guy from that high school. He killed that cheerleader, he tried to kill Claire and--

My heart's racing when I launch myself at him. I feel a little like Captain America. Which is stupid. Because when that dude throws his hand back at me, and it's my turn to play jacks with the wall, it really hurts.

I crumble. Playing super heroes is only fun when you're winning.

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Put him down? For a little guy like him, he's sure got a big mouth. I laugh out loud and fling him back the way he came

"Or else what? You've been a bad boy, Peter. Timeout for you." He hits the wall hard and collapses on the floor, the terrified, writhing Mohinder still suspended next to him.

One idiot Petrelli down, one to go. Only the other one might not be that much of an idiot. Instead of barking ridiculous orders and charging me with no real purpose, he gets up from his crouching position and fires off a blue burst of lightning. The bolt narrowly misses frying my arm, just singeing my borrowed shirt. Sorry, Zane. Not like he needs it anymore.

"That's a cute trick. I just can't wait to try it."

He's on the move, but not for long, when I drop Mohinder and grab him instead. Clearly this brother is the stronger of the two, so I'll open him up first and see what else he's got tucked away in that pretty little head.

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I'm not a good catch, but Mohinder still lands on top of me and it's pretty much pain city all the way through to next week. And then the healing kicks in. Wow. All right, that one's my favorite. He lightly roll Mohinder off of me and gently nudge him across the floor to the corner.

Telekinesis, the use of it, leave me disgusted. My fingers itch after. The emotion that I feel after has my skin crawling but I shake it off and use it again, aiming for the man that has my older self. He can owe me one next time.

When Sylar drops him, I'm one again in front of the bull and once again left breathless when he topples me over. Until I turn invisible at least. The look on his face is priceless!

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I shake off the pain of the impact with the floor and drag myself upright, ready to defend my other self and Mohinder, and that's when I catch the flicker out of the corner of my eye. Peter disappears just as he is meant to, and my own memory of this moment flashes before my eyes.

This is it.

I want to change our future? I want to save my brother? Here's my chance.

Following suit immediately, I wait for it to unfold, every muscle in my body tensing with anticipation. It didn't take long for Sylar to smarten up to this trick.

Once those deadly shards of glass spear through the air, I shove Peter out of their path as hard as I can. Instead of him taking one in the back of the head, it lodges deeply into my chest. I don't even feel it when I hit the floor again because dear God, dying like this really hurts. Even though it's pretty quick.

I did the right thing. If he doesn't die, Nathan won't know he's indestructible. He won't follow through on the destruction of New York City --