Peter Petrelli (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spongetastic) wrote2010-05-28 12:35 pm
spongetastic) wrote2010-05-28 12:35 pm
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Etc: Someone waiting
"Are you seriously mad?"
He tried to be quiet in sneaking back in the house but it didn’t do him any good. Someone was already awake. A light clicked on and Peter froze. Elle sat on the couch wearing a robe around her body. She looked stunning but unfortunately Peter couldn’t focus on that since she looked pissed.
“Elle?”
“You promised,” she accused, sparks jumping from her fingertips. “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore.”
“I know,” he sighed, “but I had no choice.” Elle’s frown grew deeper. Peter turned from her accusing glare. He knew what she was seeing: the scar that cut across his face.
“Peter, how did--?”
“I was caught,” he answered simply. He didn’t want to share the details. They would just upset her. Peter heard Elle get up and watched as she approached him. She placed a finger over where it cut into his skin.
“It’s not healing,” she noticed in concern. Peter said nothing. A sudden jolt of electricity made him reel away from Elle’s touch. “What were you thinking?” she fumed. “You could’ve died!”
Peter didn’t know what to say. He worked hard to be sure Elle and her baby stayed safe. Even when he was caught, even when they ripped him apart and left him with a souvenir… Peter would do anything for Elle and Noah. And she was angry about it?
“I wouldn’t have died,” Peter assured her. “I would never leave you and Noah. You have to believe that.” This time it was Elle who had no words. Peter reached for her, fingers combing gently through her hair.
“You leave us all the time,” Elle huffed out.
“To protect you,” Peter insisted. “I can’t let anything happen to you. I love you!”
The words hung in the air, growing along with the silence that followed. They were the last words Peter planned on speaking, but once they came out he didn’t regret them. Truthfully he felt this way for a long time.
“I love you too, Peter,” Elle responded at last. She stroked his cheek, giving him another zap of electricity. This time it was more affectionate. Peter couldn’t help the smile that pulled on his lips.
“I love you,” he said again, just to make it official. He pulled her close, kissing her softly on the mouth. He would have to be more careful; he had a home here, and someone waiting for him.
He tried to be quiet in sneaking back in the house but it didn’t do him any good. Someone was already awake. A light clicked on and Peter froze. Elle sat on the couch wearing a robe around her body. She looked stunning but unfortunately Peter couldn’t focus on that since she looked pissed.
“Elle?”
“You promised,” she accused, sparks jumping from her fingertips. “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore.”
“I know,” he sighed, “but I had no choice.” Elle’s frown grew deeper. Peter turned from her accusing glare. He knew what she was seeing: the scar that cut across his face.
“Peter, how did--?”
“I was caught,” he answered simply. He didn’t want to share the details. They would just upset her. Peter heard Elle get up and watched as she approached him. She placed a finger over where it cut into his skin.
“It’s not healing,” she noticed in concern. Peter said nothing. A sudden jolt of electricity made him reel away from Elle’s touch. “What were you thinking?” she fumed. “You could’ve died!”
Peter didn’t know what to say. He worked hard to be sure Elle and her baby stayed safe. Even when he was caught, even when they ripped him apart and left him with a souvenir… Peter would do anything for Elle and Noah. And she was angry about it?
“I wouldn’t have died,” Peter assured her. “I would never leave you and Noah. You have to believe that.” This time it was Elle who had no words. Peter reached for her, fingers combing gently through her hair.
“You leave us all the time,” Elle huffed out.
“To protect you,” Peter insisted. “I can’t let anything happen to you. I love you!”
The words hung in the air, growing along with the silence that followed. They were the last words Peter planned on speaking, but once they came out he didn’t regret them. Truthfully he felt this way for a long time.
“I love you too, Peter,” Elle responded at last. She stroked his cheek, giving him another zap of electricity. This time it was more affectionate. Peter couldn’t help the smile that pulled on his lips.
“I love you,” he said again, just to make it official. He pulled her close, kissing her softly on the mouth. He would have to be more careful; he had a home here, and someone waiting for him.