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Title: Paying Your Own Way
Rating/Warning: PG
Wordcount: 403
Spoilers: None
Fandom: Heroes
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kellifer_fic
Category: Nathan, Peter. (Gen)
Nathan pays Peter’s way into the local fair when their father is too busy to take them. Nathan had been planning to take Missy Henderson but is instead towing his little brother around, impatient because every few minutes they are stopped by someone who has to remark on how cute Peter is.
Isn’t he precious?
Isn’t he darling?
Isn’t he just?
He’s annoyed right up to the point when he runs into Missy and Peter grasps her hands with a big grin. Her face softens and when she says, “My God, he’s adorable!” it doesn’t seem so bad.
000
Nathan pays Randy Simons five dollars a week to make sure the small and delicate looking Peter is protected from the larger kids in his class.
He’s sensitive his mother says and Nathan thinks that’s just her way of saying weak.
When Randy is home with the flu for three days, Peter comes home without his shoes the first day, with a bloody nose the second and with a broken arm the third.
It’s not my fault Randy says but Nathan beats the kid so badly his parents pull him out of school in fear.
Nathan doesn’t accept excuses.
Not where Peter is concerned.
000
Nathan pays a woman named Shelley three hundred dollars to show his brother a good time.
He asks her to make it look like a pick-up, like nothing more than a one-night stand. He’s been worried about how withdrawn Peter is and just wants to boost his confidence.
Peter bangs on his door at two in the morning and when Nathan opens for him, Peter tosses crumpled fifties at his feet.
You don’t know me at all, do you? Peter sneers and Nathan blinks.
How did you know it was me? he asks and Peter rolls his eyes.
Because she’s your type, Peter says before turning on his heel.
Nathan calls, Don’t go away mad and Peter pauses just before ducking into the elevator and sighs.
I’ve been mad for years, you just haven’t noticed he says.
000
Nathan pays an undisclosed amount for a painting that shows his brother dead underneath a cheery homecoming banner.
He splashes black paint on the canvas and hopes to God that he’s done more than pay for art.
000
Nathan puts a dollar in a homeless man’s hand and Peter smiles at him for the first time in what seems like forever.
Rating/Warning: PG
Wordcount: 403
Spoilers: None
Fandom: Heroes
By:
kellifer_ficCategory: Nathan, Peter. (Gen)
Nathan pays Peter’s way into the local fair when their father is too busy to take them. Nathan had been planning to take Missy Henderson but is instead towing his little brother around, impatient because every few minutes they are stopped by someone who has to remark on how cute Peter is.
Isn’t he precious?
Isn’t he darling?
Isn’t he just?
He’s annoyed right up to the point when he runs into Missy and Peter grasps her hands with a big grin. Her face softens and when she says, “My God, he’s adorable!” it doesn’t seem so bad.
Nathan pays Randy Simons five dollars a week to make sure the small and delicate looking Peter is protected from the larger kids in his class.
He’s sensitive his mother says and Nathan thinks that’s just her way of saying weak.
When Randy is home with the flu for three days, Peter comes home without his shoes the first day, with a bloody nose the second and with a broken arm the third.
It’s not my fault Randy says but Nathan beats the kid so badly his parents pull him out of school in fear.
Nathan doesn’t accept excuses.
Not where Peter is concerned.
Nathan pays a woman named Shelley three hundred dollars to show his brother a good time.
He asks her to make it look like a pick-up, like nothing more than a one-night stand. He’s been worried about how withdrawn Peter is and just wants to boost his confidence.
Peter bangs on his door at two in the morning and when Nathan opens for him, Peter tosses crumpled fifties at his feet.
You don’t know me at all, do you? Peter sneers and Nathan blinks.
How did you know it was me? he asks and Peter rolls his eyes.
Because she’s your type, Peter says before turning on his heel.
Nathan calls, Don’t go away mad and Peter pauses just before ducking into the elevator and sighs.
I’ve been mad for years, you just haven’t noticed he says.
Nathan pays an undisclosed amount for a painting that shows his brother dead underneath a cheery homecoming banner.
He splashes black paint on the canvas and hopes to God that he’s done more than pay for art.
Nathan puts a dollar in a homeless man’s hand and Peter smiles at him for the first time in what seems like forever.