I look around in the silence, at all the people stopped in varying states of action. Two police officers are at the entrance to the hall, and I make a mental note to point them out to Peter before he decides to set the timeline back to normal. Hiro Nakamura's power. I can't help but smile at the thought of him and his broken English, his hero-worship of me because I could fly.
I pull a handkerchief from my inside jacket pocket and try to stop my nosebleed. "Tell me, Ma, what exactly is it that we don't know? What, you think things like this just go away? Peter and I have been romantically and sexually involved since he was old enough to even use his dick," I comment angrily, not even giving a shit if she doesn't approve of my language at this moment. She never stopped us. The only reason it ever stopped was the fact that Dad found us. I just can't understand how her sense of morality has come into play now, more than ten years later. The only possibility I can entertain at this moment is that my abrupt split from Heidi has something to do with it.
"Did you really think Dad's quick fix was enough to make us forget that we're in love with each other? Didn't you realize it once I couldn't let him die and kill millions just to boost my career? I love him, Ma, and this is happening whether you want it to or not."
My mother's started crying, partially at my harsh words, and more so because she's actually had a chance to take a good look at her younger son, who is now female and pregnant. Ma goes white, and she caresses Peter's cheek lightly with her shaking hand.
She gives me a pained look, and I see disappointment in her eyes, directed at me. "I don't understand this. Nathan, you were supposed to end this. Peter. Oh, little one." She circles him in her arms. "These children will be the death of you, Peter. You know what has to be done," she finishes, her words echoing mine from just two weeks ago.
"Ma, what did you see?" I ask her gently, reaching for her hand. She slaps me away and continues to stroke Peter's face. "Change yourself back to my son, Peter, and end this. Please."
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Date: 2010-03-01 03:14 pm (UTC)I pull a handkerchief from my inside jacket pocket and try to stop my nosebleed. "Tell me, Ma, what exactly is it that we don't know? What, you think things like this just go away? Peter and I have been romantically and sexually involved since he was old enough to even use his dick," I comment angrily, not even giving a shit if she doesn't approve of my language at this moment. She never stopped us. The only reason it ever stopped was the fact that Dad found us. I just can't understand how her sense of morality has come into play now, more than ten years later. The only possibility I can entertain at this moment is that my abrupt split from Heidi has something to do with it.
"Did you really think Dad's quick fix was enough to make us forget that we're in love with each other? Didn't you realize it once I couldn't let him die and kill millions just to boost my career? I love him, Ma, and this is happening whether you want it to or not."
My mother's started crying, partially at my harsh words, and more so because she's actually had a chance to take a good look at her younger son, who is now female and pregnant. Ma goes white, and she caresses Peter's cheek lightly with her shaking hand.
She gives me a pained look, and I see disappointment in her eyes, directed at me. "I don't understand this. Nathan, you were supposed to end this. Peter. Oh, little one." She circles him in her arms. "These children will be the death of you, Peter. You know what has to be done," she finishes, her words echoing mine from just two weeks ago.
"Ma, what did you see?" I ask her gently, reaching for her hand. She slaps me away and continues to stroke Peter's face. "Change yourself back to my son, Peter, and end this. Please."