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Tweak says, "tweak is the mod of us all"

icklepetrelli (icklepetrelli) wrote in heroes_rpg,
@ 2009-03-26 15:46:00

WHO: Monty Petrelli & OPEN to Petrellis
WHAT: Monty has been keeping a secret, but he's actually finally starting to get the hang of it.
WHERE: Starts at Heidi, Monty, & Simon's home in DC. Ends at the Petrelli Mansion in NY.
WHEN: Thursday Afternoon
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

Monty remembered how scared he had been when it first started happening. He'd wake up in weird places in the middle of the night. Living room. Kitchen. His mother's floor. But he hadn't been sleep walking. He was always curled up in the same position that he'd went to bed in when he'd woke, and it hadn't been until he'd set up the camera in his room in the middle of the night to see what was happening that he realized that he was sinking through his bed as soon as he started dreaming and ending up...wherever he did. He'd mostly been playing with it since, seeing exactly what it was and how it worked. He hadn't told anyone, not even his big brother, because he wasn't completely sure exactly what was going on.

In the end, though, he'd finally figured out how to get a better grip on it, and several months after it had first showed up, Monty felt that he was finally ready to do what he had been preparing himself for. Locking the door to his room after getting back home, Monty had closed the blinds to his room and turned on the stereo to make it seem like he was actually doing something before closing his eyes and pushing all of his focus and strength into himself. It had worked with the other times he'd done it, the shorter distances that he'd tried to go, so it logically would work the same like this.

Pushing and pushing and pushing, Monty was relieved when he felt himself melt into the floor and when he gasped a breath again after reconstructing himself from having melting his molecules into their composite parts, he smiled, wide and long, when he looked around and found himself exactly where he had wanted to go.

"Grandma?! Dad?! Uncle Peter?!" Monty shouted, all worries about how he would explain how he got here flying from his mind.

He was home. Did it really matter?

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icklepetrelli
2009-03-26 03:47 pm UTC (link)

"Grandma doesn't know I'm here," Monty said, beaming as he curled his arms around his Uncle's neck. If there was anyone that he could talk to about this, it was his Uncle Peter. He'd always understood the complicated things, made them easier. And besides, he needed to tell someone. Right now he felt like if he didn't, he'd completely burst.

"Just you," He said, giggling. He'd never been very good at keeping secrets secret. He'd always had that tell. "I let myself in," He said before breezing right on past that like it was nothing. "Lunch would be great."

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pete_petrelli
2009-03-26 03:51 pm UTC (link)

"What do you mean, Monty?" He asked, sitting the young boy at the table before going to the fridge, still completely oblivious as he took out some items to make the young boy something to eat.

"Didn't your mother drive you up here?" How else would he have gotten here? And why didn't Angela know Monty was here? Something wasn't right about this whole situation. Maybe it was a game, he told himself, making up another sandwich and pouring a glass of chocolate milk for the other. Heidi was pretty strict with her boys, but she was a good mother; it gave Peter room to spoil the kids rotten, even though Heidi had warned him before about not doing it.

He sat down next to Monty and took a sip of his drink, then turned to him with more questions. "Are you just visiting for today or is it March break already?"

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icklepetrelli
2009-03-26 03:59 pm UTC (link)

"Mom doesn't know I'm here, either. She thinks I'm doing my homework," Monty said, reaching out and picking up the sandwich, taking a bite. He couldn't stay long. He'd probably have to get back before his mom came to get him for dinner and realized that he wasn't there. She'd freak. Monty knew it. With everything that had been going on, she'd definitely freak if he wasn't in his room then. "And I'll have to go in a few hours. I don't want Mom to know. She wouldn't understand," he said, taking another bite of his sandwich before looking up at his Uncle with a long, worried long before putting the sandwich down.

It was now or never.

"Being weird isn't a bad thing, is it?" Monty asked, fidgeting in his seat. Simon had always said that he was, but it wasn't until recently that he thought that it might actually mean more than a childish taunt usually tended to. "I mean, Simon always says that I am, but I'm sure he never means it meanly. But it's not. Right?"

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pete_petrelli
2009-03-26 04:29 pm UTC (link)

He stared at his nephew for a moment with a confused look, then goes right back to chewing on his lip, something he'd done since he was Monty's age when he was worried, or upset. "No, no, being weird isn't a bad thing at all." he frowned, "Why does he say that, Monty? How did you get here? Did you go with daddy?" Now he was worried his brother, in a desperate attempt to see his children, kidnapped one of them. Peter hadn't slept in going on thirty hours, he didn't need this, too.

He knew his family knew about his abilities, though he wasn't sure they knew the extent of them. He didn't show them off very often, but he knew that Monty and Simon had seen him doing something extraordinary more than one time.

"Do you think I'm weird?" He asked, giving a small smile, trying to ease the young boys worried expression, though he probably wasn't helping much at all.

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icklepetrelli
2009-03-26 04:38 pm UTC (link)

"No. No. I didn't come with Daddy," Monty said quietly, shaking his head before sighing and pushing himself back so that he was sitting up in the chair, squeezing his eyes shut tight and focusing, his entire body starting to glow slowly before vanishing in a bright burst of yellow and recollecting a foot or so, sitting in a different one of the chairs from the one he'd started in.

"I brought myself," He said quietly as the buzzing in his head that was a side effect of sitting getting used to it all settled down, and he could look up at his uncle with wide eyes before offering him a light smile. He didn't think his uncle was weird. Next to his father, his uncle Peter was Monty's favorite person in the world. He'd always known so much, and he had never been too busy for either of them. And in a family full of people who always seemed to be constantly wrapped up in something, that was a big, big point in his favor.

"You're not weird."

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pete_petrelli
2009-03-26 05:09 pm UTC (link)

He watched, wide eyed, as Monty's body began to glow, and Peter's heart began to thud heavily in his chest. He's gone and in a flash reappears from across from him, and Peter is instantly out of his chair, not able to really think for a couple of seconds. So many things were coming rushing into his mind, he wasn't sure he could think straight.

"How--" He began, then stopped himself. He knew how Monty did it; that wasn't the right question. He bit his lip again. "You--you have an ability." He murmured, sitting back down again, looking to his nephew. "How long have you been able to do that, Monty?"

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icklepetrelli
2009-03-26 05:28 pm UTC (link)

"Awhile," Monty said with a slight frown at his uncle's reaction. This wasn't a bad thing, right? It was weird, sure, but it was kind of cool, too. And it had allowed him to come here without having to beg his Mom. That never usually got any results anyway. Frowning softly, Monty reached out, pressing a finger against the napkin holder in the middle of the table, watching as it started to glow in the same way that he did, slipping through the under side of table and clattering to the ground, leaving the few napkins that had actually been in it scattered in the middle of the table.

"I didn't know what was going on at first," Monty said quietly. "But I got it mostly under control now."

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pete_petrelli
2009-03-26 05:43 pm UTC (link)

He swallowed hard, wincing at the napkin holder hitting the floor like it was the loudest noise in the world to him. "You can't tell anyone else about this, okay? Do you understand? Tell me you understand." First Matt had called him to tell him he'd seen Danko, alive, and now his nephew had a power. If Danko was in fact alive...

"I don't want to scare you... I just don't think its really safe right now to tell anyone about this but me and maybe grandma. You know we'll understand. But your mommy and daddy can't know." Nathan especially couldn't know. He was terrified of what his brother might do; might try to take his powers away, or lock him up, and Peter couldn't have that.

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icklepetrelli
2009-03-26 05:58 pm UTC (link)

"You're the first person that I've told," Monty said, looking up at Peter. It had been horrible, having to spend over half a year keeping things from his mother and brother, but he'd known that they wouldn't have understood. His mother especially wouldn't have. He had figured quite easily, too, that until he got it to the point that he could control it, maybe not completely but well enough that he wasn't flickering when he got upset, that it was better not to say anything to anyone.

"Mom would have just sent me back to that shrink," Monty said, scowling. They'd had to go see one after the divorce, to make sure that there wasn't any "lasting psychological trauma". Monty was pretty sure that after he'd kicked the man in the shins for asking whether or not his father's psychological imbalance had effected them growing up that he was on some sort of "watch" for having inherited the Petrelli family "dark secret". "And Simon already thinks I'm weird. He didn't need any more reason to."

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pete_petrelli
2009-03-26 08:37 pm UTC (link)

He nodded some, "Just don't tell mom, okay? I can see it as her blaming your father somehow for it and I don't want that. Your father is such a good man, people just make it out so differently." A lot of people hated Nathan, a lot of people. Peter tried to be one of those people but as much as he tried, he couldn't, even though Nathan wouldn't give him immunity in the hunt last year. He understood, really... he was dangerous back then and had hurt his brother horribly; he hated to know that he still really wasn't completely in control.

"You're not weird. You're normal, buddy. Don't worry about anything. Just never abuse your abilities. Its hard not to, but you know now that not everyone is like us. That we're different, and sometimes people want to hurt us, so its better that not everyone knows what we can do."

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icklepetrelli
2009-03-27 03:02 pm UTC (link)

"I've been quiet about it, Uncle Pete," Monty said, smiling up at his uncle. He understood that this was a serious situation, but he had to reassure him. He wasn't going to be sloppy about this. He could keep a secret if it really was serious, and this was. "Dad's not going to think it's odd, is he? Do you think we can tell him?"

Sure, Uncle Peter had just said him and Grandma, and Monty knew that that usually meant just him and Grandma. But this was his Dad that they were talking about. His Daddy had said more than once that his Uncle Peter was his best friend (mostly in hopes of getting him and Simon to stop fighting and treat each other better), and that meant a lot.

"Please?"

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pete_petrelli
2009-03-27 09:57 pm UTC (link)

He frowned and messed up Monty's hair a little. "I don't think its the right time to tell your dad right now, okay? Its not that he'll think your odd, its not that at all. Dad he... he might not understand like me and grandma do. If you want, I can tell him for you, but right now I think its best you keep your secret well, secret." He gave him a small smile, but he hadn't talked to Nathan in months, not even for Christmas. He wondered though if the other had liked the gift he bought him; a watch.

"How about you get back home now, its almost dinner for you guys and you don't want your mom to think you've run away or gone missing." he gave the boy another smile. "And you can come visit me whenever you want. You know where my apartment is in Brooklyn, right? You remember?"

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icklepetrelli
2009-04-03 12:13 pm UTC (link)

Monty pouted ever so slightly at his uncle's words. Why wouldn't it be a good time to tell his Dad? Was it cause he was busy again, like he always was? This was important! He was sure that his dad would be willing to make time for it. Wouldn't he? "I guess," Monty finally agreed, a very slight smile provoked as he raised his hands to fix his mussed hair. "As long as I get to show him."

Because that was the important part.

"I remember!" Monty said, beaming at his uncle before clambering off the chair and wrapping his arms around Peter's waist in a more proper hug than he could have managed sitting down. "Whenever I want? Really?"

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