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Tweak says, "He's my stalker."

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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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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