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bo hess has a dream (alreadyscared) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-01-22 14:47:00

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bo hess, peter petrelli

WHO: Bo Hess and Peter Petrelli
WHAT: Bo arrives in Colligo.
WHEN: 2PM
WHERE: The Grand Library, to start.
RATING: TBD (doubt it'll be too high)
STATUS: In Progress

Bo had tried to warn her family that something bad was going to happen. She had told them, time and again, about her feelings and dreams. She had said that something really awful was coming. And while they did listen - her brother especially - they had all assumed that she was simply talking about the alien invasion.

They were wrong.

Yes, seeing Morgan dying had been because of the invasion. So had knowing that their dog was going to be killed. But the rest of it - the big metal men and books without words, followed by a city that was all but destroyed - hadn't concerned the aliens at all. Bo hadn't realized it at the time, of course. She had thought, when Morgan didn't die, that maybe she'd been wrong. Maybe, just maybe, for once what she'd seen wasn't going to happen.

Unfortunately, when she found herself one minute in the yard with her family and the next in the very place she'd dreamt about, Bo knew that wasn't the case. Peering up at the stacks of books that didn't have anything written on the spines, the five-year-old gave a soft sigh that was far too old sounding for her age. She then calmly looked to the metal men that looked like something out of one of the books her brother liked to read. Her hands bunched into fists but she stood her ground as the knights began moving toward her.

"Are you taking me to the city now?" she asked in a near whisper when one finally paused, lumbering over her. He didn't respond but simply held out his hand. Bo stared at it, looked back up to him, then placed her own hand in his metallic palm. A few seconds later she found herself being left on the steps of the library, some sort of phone-like device in her grasp, staring out at the city that she'd already seen several times before at night while she slept.

With another far too heavy sigh, Bo promptly sat down on the top step, smoothed her tattered skirt across her scraped up knees, and waited for whatever was going to happen next.

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thegoodbrother
2011-01-22 08:13 pm UTC (link)

Peter didn't often have prophetic dreams any more, just like it was a rare occurrence when he would paint or draw the future. It seemed as though the city kept those power from working unless it wanted them to, else he might have seen Chris's death in time to stop it, or done more to stop any of the various catastrophes that had taken place in the city. He honestly didn't mind too much.

But over the past few days, he kept sketching a little girl whenever his mind wandered. At night, between regular dreams, he dreamed of her. No details, just the girl. He wasn't sure who she was, but something about her that called to him. Okay, that made it seem weird, but it really wasn't. Probably. Well, it wasn't any weirder than Peter's normal sort of weird, so he wasn't too worried.

He hadn't been sleeping well since Chris died, and the night before had been no exception. It had been a little after noon when he dozed off, too tired to stay awake. He hadn't even realized at first when it had stopped being a regular dream and became that sort of dream. Then he'd seen the girl again, standing outside the library this time. That was all it was, just a girl on the library steps. Peter woke up, confused for a moment, then sighed. Clearly the city was trying to tell him something. Pulling on a clean shirt and jeans, he grabbed his sneakers then teleported about a block from the library. No sense in scaring the girl.

He reached the steps and sat down next to her. "I was wondering when you would show up," he said. "I've been dreaming about you for days." And he'd probably just completely failed at not freaking her out. He really needed to interact more with normal people.

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alreadyscared
2011-01-22 08:18 pm UTC (link)

In Bo's dream, she'd never seen anyone else. Just the knights, library, and the city exactly how it looked right now. There hadn't been a nice looking man who approached her and, for the briefest of seconds, Bo considered scrambling to her feet and running from him. She didn't, though. She just continued to sit there as he approached, her gaze flickering from him to the scuffed up boots that she was wearing. Then he spoke and, for the first time in her young life, Bo felt something she'd never felt before.

Kinship.

No one she knew had dreams like hers. No one. Her family never made her feel like she was weird because she did have them, but the fact was that not even Morgan could really understand what it meant to see the future in small, broken glimpses. He tried to be sympathetic, of course, but it just wasn't the same.

So Peter's words definitely made her take notice. Instantly her attention snapped to him, eyes widening slightly as she peered up at him. Her fingers worried the frayed lining of her dress as she licked her lips before asking softly, hopefully, "You dream stuff that happens too?"

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thegoodbrother
2011-01-22 08:53 pm UTC (link)

Too. You dream stuff too. It wasn't what Peter had expected to hear, and he suddenly understood why he'd been having dreams about her. Someone so young shouldn't be on their own, and obviously Peter was one of the few people who could understand dreams like the ones this girl probably had. He thought back to his first prophetic dream, the one about Nathan's accident, and tried to imagine dreaming it when he was as young as the girl next to him. He couldn't even fathom how difficult it must be for her.

"Yeah," he said. "I do...not much lately, but I used to a lot...and it's starting to happen again. My mother could too. I got it from her." He gave her a small smile. "What about you? How long have you been dreaming things that happen?"

He realized he was forgetting all his manners and laughed. "Right," he said, holding out a hand for her to shake if she wanted. "I should introduce myself. I'm Peter. Peter Petrelli." He paused a moment. "Do you think there's anyone here that you know?"

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alreadyscared
2011-01-22 09:10 pm UTC (link)

When Peter confirmed that he had dreams like hers, Bo visibly relaxed. She even managed a very small smile as she shook his much larger hand with her own. "I'm Bo Hess. And I've been dreaming about stuff my whole life," she answered before looking out to the city. She slowly shook her head and turned to look to Peter once more.

"No, there's nobody here," she said with a soft sigh. She didn't know how she knew that, she just did. With another sigh, she dropped her gaze to her lap and bit on her lower lip. "I told Morgan something bad was gonna happen but he just thought it was the monsters..."

Not wanting to talk about the aliens or even really think about them, Bo forced a change in conversation. She sucked in a breath, straightened up a bit, then looked to Peter and asked, "So what do I do now?"

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thegoodbrother
2011-01-22 09:19 pm UTC (link)

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Bo," Peter said. "I've only been dreaming about stuff for a few years, but I've got some other...interesting talents too." That was certainly a mild way of putting it. Interesting talents indeed. He could just hear Gabriel snorting at that description in the back of his mind, and Claire would be laughing at his ineptness if she was here. He had no doubt about that.

"It's hard isn't it," he said, "when people don't believe what you see? I had that problem too. Of course getting kidnapped to another planet is a little bit more than even the most accepting people are willing to believe, I guess." He considered her predicament for a moment, even though he'd known since she had first mentioned her dreams what he would do. It was a big step, and maybe not one he should be making when he was still grieving for Chris, but maybe it could be good for him.

"Would you like to stay with me, Bo?" he asked her. "I have extra space in my apartment. And if you told me you dreamed something, I would always believe you."

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alreadyscared
2011-01-22 09:31 pm UTC (link)

Bo considered his offer as much as any small child was capable of doing. Her brow furrowed and nose scrunched up a bit as she studied him. What she was looking for was anybody's guess, really, but after a long pause she finally nodded. "Okay," she decided. "Thank you, for letting me." Her parents had always told her that manners were important and she figured, if ever there was a time to be polite, this was it.

Rising to her feet, her PDA still clutched to her chest, she turned to look at him. "Morgan always listens to me," she said. "He's my brother. My daddy doesn't listen as much since mommy died but Uncle Merrill says that's okay cause if I have a dream I just gotta tell him or Morgan." She paused and her voice dropped a little, as though she was sharing a secret. "I don't think Uncle Merrill really thinks I dream stuff but I don't tell him that."

Bo next looked back out to the city, taking in the ramshackle architecture and various signs of destruction slowly in the process of being repaired. "Did the monsters come here too?" she asked after a second. There was a tinge of fear in her voice at the mere thought of it.

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thegoodbrother
2011-01-23 03:47 am UTC (link)

"You're very welcome," Peter said with a slight nod of his head. "So, how old are you, Bo?" It seemed like something he ought to know if he was going to take care of the girl. His mind wandered back to his apartment, which thankfully wasn't a complete mess and, because it wouldn't do him any good, he didn't have any alcohol around. Hopefully he could sort out the rest as he went.

"That's good," he said. "I had an older brother, Nathan. But Nate never really listened to me about stuff like that." He shrugged. "I guess not all big brothers are good at that kind of thing. But your Uncle Merrill sounds like a good guy. At least he tries." He paused and dropped his voice to the same secretive tone. "And maybe he believes you more than you think."

"Monsters?" Peter asked, then shook his head. "No. They weren't monsters. They were aliens...these metal balls that appeared at Christmas. They were very bad, and they hurt people, but they're gone now. It may look a little scary, but it's safe here."

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alreadyscared
2011-01-23 04:00 am UTC (link)

Holding up her hand, fingers splayed outward and palm facing Peter, she smiled. "I'm five!" she announced, clearly proud of the fact. She didn't add anything more about her brother or uncle but instead listened attentively as he explained what had happened to the city. At the mention of the word alien, she paled slightly and swallowed hard.

"It was aliens back home too," she said, shifting nervously a little. "That's what the tv called them. Morgan called them some big word that was in his book that I didn't know. But they didn't look like that." As though assuring herself that, clearly, the threat wasn't whatever had done the damage coming back but rather that whatever had done the damage wasn't the same thing that had tried to murder her entire family, Bo offered another small smile.

"My daddy said somebody saved Morgan from them. I think it was mommy."

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thegoodbrother
2011-01-23 05:25 am UTC (link)

"Five, huh?" Peter said, smiling fondly. "You're a regular grown-up aren't you?" But his thoughts were quite the opposite. She was so young, and he couldn't imagine being tht age and having powers. Even Molly and Micah were twice as old as she was. He knew Elle had her powers when she had been as young as young as Bo, but then she was the perfect example of why people shouldn't. It only led to pain and suffering. He might have only just met Bo, but he didn't want that for her.

"I bet these are different aliens," he said, mostly because she wasn't British. "I'm not saying scary things don't happen here, or that everything is good and nothing is bad, but it can be pretty nice here sometimes." He smiled slightly. "I have a niece about your age, you know. Her name's Madeline, but we all call her Maddie, and she's six. If you like, I could ask her dad if she can come visit tonight."

He listened to her and nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I bet it was," he said. "Parents will do a lot for their children, even when they aren't around any more."

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alreadyscared
2011-01-23 06:30 pm UTC (link)

At Peter's assurance that things weren't always scary at Colligo, Bo visibly relaxed a far more than she had thus far. She didn't like the monsters back home and she didn't think she'd like the ones that had been here, either. Perking up at the mention of someone close to her own age, she smiled brightly.

"I'd like that," she said sweetly. "I don't get to play with other kids, besides Morgan, very much." Not that she was complaining. She was all set to start school in the fall and knew she'd make friends and until then was perfectly content spending time with her family. Morgan didn't play very many games but at least he was someone to talk to who wasn't a grown-up.

Studying Peter for a long moment, her expression unreadable, Bo finally asked hopefully, "Can we go now? I'd like a glass of water, please."

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thegoodbrother
2011-01-23 06:43 pm UTC (link)

"Well, I'll ask Maddie's dad if she can come over for the night and you two can get to know each other," he said. "I'll even make you guys some spaghetti if you want. Do you like spaghetti?" Most kids like spaghetti, but he couldn't be sure. Still it was one dish he was very good at making, the product of growing up in an Italian family. He could cook pasta like nobody's business.

"Of course we can," Peter said, pausing a moment. If she was going to witness his abilities living with him, it might be best to ease her in with the less dangerous ones. That way she would be less scared if she had to see him use a more offensive power.

"Bo," he said gently, "remember how I said dreaming wasn't the only thing I can do? Do you want to see something else?"

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