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Tweak says, "idjits"

Noah Bennet (thecompanyman) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-07-01 03:28:00

Entry tags:

!closed, #complete, noah bennet, peter petrelli

WHO: Noah Bennet, Nathan Petrelli, Peter Petrelli, and Adam Monroe. And Death.
WHAT: Nathan's drunken jackassery has consequences.
WHEN: After this.
WHERE: In and outside the bar where Nathan is drinking.
RATING: R for violence. And brief, mod-approved character death. It's Heroes, people. This is absolutely nothing new. Everyone in that group right there has died once...or twice...or seventy-thousand times.
STATUS: Complete.

Noah could handle a lot of things, but seeing Angela Petrelli break down and start sobbing because her son was being a drunken bastard wasn't one of them. He understood that Nathan was having issues with his death, but blaming his mother and accusing her of orchestrating it wasn't something he would stand for. He'd gone out, ending up at the bar where Nathan was currently doing his best to pickle his liver with tequila, walking up behind the senator with a look that told everyone in the place not to mess with him. Noah was a person who relied on people underestimating him, and tried his best to make sure they did. He wasn't trying now.

Grabbing Nathan by the back of the shirt, he all but dragged the man out of the bar, shoving him hard against the outside wall. "Listen to me, you little shit," he growled, "Angela has done more for you than you'll ever know. And you have no right talking to her like that. You didn't see her after you died. It destroyed her. So next time you decide to go on a drunken rampage, leave her the hell out of it." And he pulled back his fist and punched him hard in the jaw for good measure.

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lazarusrisen
2009-07-01 10:23 am UTC (link)

"Good man," Adam said, taking the needle without hesitation as he rolled up his sleeve. This wasn't a complicated matter. It only looked like Noah had broken his neck. He had some other abrasions as well that were causing the pool of blood around him, but nothing seriously enough that it couldn't be fixed. Even the death bit. Drawing the needle full of his own blood, Adam glanced back at Peter with a slight smirk. "He's going to have one hell of a hangover when he comes to. You might want to leave a note so he'll know why he's in the middle of the park, sleeping next to a puddle of vomit, with no shoes on. He's not likely to remember."

Because, God, had he been there and done that. Of course, it wasn't so much a park as it was a random field in a random rural area in a random part of London or Japan. There had been a lot of those in the 1600s.

"All right, old boy," Adam said, shifting his attention and he rolled back Noah's sleeve and injected his arm with the syringe. "Time to get up."

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thegoodbrother
2009-07-01 10:33 am UTC (link)

Peter couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation they were in. "Considering we're saving him from a murder charge," he pointed out, "I'm not really too worried about helping him out more than that. He was a complete ass tonight, and he needs to learn from it." It was quite possibly the strictest he had ever been with Nathan. He tended to buckle when it came to his brother, but he was standing firm on this. Nathan couldn't just do things like this and not face any sort of consequences. Of course, consequences didn't typically mean waking up in a puddle of vomit in a park with no shoes, but Nathan was a special case.

"Thank you for doing this," he told Adam as he watched the older man work. He went ahead and made sure Noah's neck was straightened out, to help the healing go quicker, then he stood up, waiting. It took a little while, but the abrasions healed and the bones of Noah's neck shifted slightly, the injury to the back of his head closing up. Finally, Noah groaned and opened his eyes, looking around. "You, of all people, shouldn't call me old, Monroe." Yes, he had heard their conversation while he'd been standing there with Death.

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lazarusrisen
2009-07-01 10:54 am UTC (link)

"Shut up. I just saved your life. I'll call you whatever I damn well please," Adam said, grinning as he clapped Noah on the shoulder before moving to help him to his feet. It was a pretty fine mess they'd gotten into, and it was a pretty huge blood stain that Noah had left on the street. But he was alive, and really, that was what mattered in the end. That Angela wasn't going to kill her oldest son for murdering her best and most loyal agent in a fight of drunken rage.

"And it's nothing," Adam said, offering the empty needle up to Peter before standing from his crouched position, offering Noah a hand up. "Already did it to Claire once to help her sort out that no pain issue. And besides, it's not like anyone's going to make a habit of dying around here. I've got blood to spare."

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thecompanyman
2009-07-01 11:05 am UTC (link)

Noah shook his head. "Not being ungrateful," he assured Adam with a groan as he was helped to his feet. He stumbled slightly, and Peter moved quickly to steady him. Noah was sort of a mess, with blood all over him and he wasn't entirely steady on his feet, still recovering from the whole being dead thing. He gave Adam and Peter a nod of acknowledgment though. "I'm going to go and get cleaned up and get some sleep. Dying is exhausting. Thank you both again." And then he stumbled off.

Peter watched him go and then turned back to Adam. "Bars aren't closed yet," was all he said. They could both probably use a drink right now. Just not tequila.

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lazarusrisen
2009-07-01 11:17 am UTC (link)

"Bit of a waste on me, really, but if you need the company, I'm not saying no," Adam said, grinning sideways at Peter. Alcohol was really the one thing that he truly missed. It really was true what they say. Once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic even when it doesn't do anything for you anymore. Adam still missed that empty warm feeling that it left in the pit of his stomach and the back of his head. Now, he could drink galleons of the stuff and barely get buzzed.

Clapping Peter on the back as he smiled, turning and lending the other man in the direction that the bars were, Adam couldn't help but muse out loud. "I wonder if they have any decent sake."

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