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Tweak says, "It'll warm up."

Peter Petrelli (thegoodbrother) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-08-10 18:35:00

Entry tags:

!closed, chris halliwell, peter petrelli

WHO: Peter Petrelli and Chris Halliwell.
WHAT: The Petrelli family really needs to stop having genderswapped mornings after. It gets worse from there.
WHEN: Morning when everything goes back to normal.
WHERE: Peter's room.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: In progress.

Last night had been great. The all-important Third Date with Chris. Things had progressed as one might expect, and they had ended up in bed together. Of course, that was when things had gone back to normal. Peter woke up with a headache, not sure where it came from. For a second, he was confused, then it all hit him again. For a few weeks he had been different. He'd been from a reality where Claire had been raised by Nathan...where Gabriel was his brother. A reality where he'd been...happy. Where he hadn't felt so overwhelmed by everything and hadn't had the issues with his brother or the confidence issues he had here. A reality where he had...

Oh damn it. He turned and, sure enough, Chris was asleep in his bed. Naked. Chris, his very male whitelighter. Well, this was definitely going to make things awkward. He turned back over with a groan and covered his head with his pillow.

"I hate my life."

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notunreasonable
2009-08-11 06:04 am UTC (link)

Chris didn't respond to Peter's words. He could fall into an argument easily enough yet he just wasn't in the mood for it. And he was concerned for the other man. An argument would exacerbate Peter's headache.

So went about doing his business as he had planned to, ignoring the parting shot of good.

Chris wasn't the only one good at ignoring and he watched, with a slight glare as Peter continued to eat cereal while sitting on the counter. Why had he agreed to let Peter become his roommate? He didn't even remember anymore. He should have just left him suffer with his former roommate and save himself all of this trouble. They were going to have to set some ground rules. Not sitting on the counter was one of them. Chris was fine with respecting whatever rules Peter would set, especially if it meant not having to always clash with the other male. Or not deal with him more than he had to. Chris supposed that he should try to make more of a friendly effort. In fact he had been considering it before the change happened. And their alternate selves had gotten along ... too well. But they had. With a sigh, Chris considered it, as he took more cereal into the spoon. Consideration was cut short because Peter just had to open his mouth. Though irritation was once again the main emotion, there was a bit of shock there too. He had never really considered Peter's age. Thinking the charge to be the same age, mainly because Chris actually hadn't wanted to be insulting and assigning Peter an age younger because of tha naivity that he wore like cologne and was stamped on his forehead. "I'm twenty-three." Chris almost bit out but reminded himself, that he was going to try. He could and would try.

"You know what?" Chris had just sat there for a moment and stared at Peter. So maybe he was being a dick? But he'd warned Peter but the other man had insisted. Insisted that he be his whitelighter. Insisted they become roommates. Hell, his other self had insisted that they go on second date! "No one asked you to put up with me. If I bother you that much than find yourself another roommate. You're the one wanted all of this. I didn't ask for any of it. I don't need more responsiblities." Which wasn't exactly true, yeah he was tired but Chris thrived when he was protecting someone, having something to do. He was just taking out all his frustrations of the universe out on Peter and while it wasn't fair, he wasn't ready to accept that. His could hold a grudge like no one's business and misplaced emotions were transferring that grudge. Standing up, barely finishing his cereal he slammed the bowl onto the counter. "You're just a job, a responsiblity. I don't need to relax or prove that I can have fun around you." He had been going to say those words earlier, but had stopped himself. Finding the too cruel but he was just irritated at Peter's nitpicking at his character. Now and always. He'd freaked out. Maybe. Fine. So he was uptight? What did it matter? Did he have to make having such a personality trait was a character assassination? The wouldn't become better if he smiled more, or relaxed more. Maybe he didn't know how or he wasn't comfortable enough to want to. Or didn't trust that this wouldn't change on him too. That he wouldn't lose this. Paige, Billie, ... hell, even Kathy and ... Peter. But God, of course not. He was horrible and he was a dick, and Peter kept whining about it. So Chris snapped and gave him what he wanted.

And felt like an ass about it.

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thegoodbrother
2009-08-11 07:11 am UTC (link)

"Twenty-seven," Peter replied as he finished his cereal and began to wash up. He didn't know why he was even bothering. Chris was completely impossible. He actually missed the female version because she could go a whole hour without making people want to punch her. This version could barely go five minutes. On a good day. He knew people thought he was younger than that, but he didn't much care. He'd been through enough in his life that he didn't bother being serious all the time. He needed time to decompress or it would all be too much. If Chris couldn't understand that, it wasn't his problem. Of course, that didn't stop him from flinching almost imperceptibly as Chris spoke again. "I asked for it! You're the one who brought up the whole whitelighter and charge bullshit, which I have a hard time believing...because the idea of you giving a shit about another person is laughable at best. You're a complete bastard who doesn't care about anyone but yourself. If I'm just a job, then you can quit. Because I don't need you." He wouldn't admit that Chris's words had hurt. He brought his hand up to his head again, trying to will away the splitting headache that had been building, and leaned against the counter. "You can just go fuck yourself."

He walked off, and if he was a little unsteady on his feet, he didn't notice. He just needed to get the hell out of there before he said something he regretted. And maybe go see Claire or Adam about whatever was wrong with his head. As he opened the door and stepped out of the apartment, he was suddenly overwhelmed. Suddenly the familiarity of the pain he'd been feeling clicked into place. Apparently he hadn't entirely gone back to normal. His power had been reset. And now he was in the middle of a floor with several Specials, one of whom was Gabriel, and more abilities than he should take in at once. It felt like he was suffocating for a moment and he grabbed onto the doorframe, going pale and holding his head with his other hand, to keep from collapsing. Electricity crackled along his skin and the thoughts of people in the building were suddenly overwhelming, as powers that his body was familiar with came more easily than ones he'd never encountered. Finally, he collapsed to the floor, unconscious and not breathing.

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