Happy Muse Anniversary!
May. 28th, 2010 12:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticToday marks my third year of playing Peter on the 'net. I admit he's had his rocky moments but I made it this far, and I'm very happy to say that playing him is still a pleasure for me. So to celebrate, I wrote a little non-prompt fic. Enjoy!
Sirens were wailing all around, first closer and then fading into the distance. They swept down the streets at a frantic pace, finally coming to a stop in front of a hospital. The emergency room doors slid open to admit a gurney pushed by paramedics. Doctors quickly took over. Later the man was in a room with the heartbeat monitor hooked up to him. The lines showed an irregular heartbeat…
Peter woke up trembling. He had some strange dreams but that one was different from the others. He couldn’t figure out what, and eventually he let the dream fade from his mind. When his father was admitted to the hospital with a heart attack a few days later, Peter didn’t even think to make the connection.
A long stretch of road with a single car speeding its way through. Headlights blared through the darkness. They gained on the first car, bumping up against it. In a flash the driver’s seat was empty. Unmanned, the car plowed through a barrier. A hand reached out desperately trying to help…
Peter woke up with his hand up in the air grasping at nothing. His phone started ringing. Tiredly he rolled over and answered it. The voice on the other end told him that Nathan was in a car accident.
A sweeping view of the city. The tops of buildings were at eye level, the streets miles below. The scenes changed dizzying and exhilarating. At times they rushed by so quickly it was like falling. Nathan was on the ground smiling up at him. Not always with the same ending but starting with the same promise: Peter could fly.
He was on the ground. He pushed himself to his feet and started walking. Cars were crammed on the roads, but they were empty. Mohinder Suresh got out of his cab and started running. Matt Parkman was there directing people away. A family of three he didn’t recognize were there, the mother holding onto her son tightly as she and her husband retreated. Then, quite unexpectedly, someone ran toward him. Claire. She looked so sad. He tried to speak to her but she turned away from him. Hiro and Ando watched grimly from a distance. Simone rushed forward but Isaac grabbed her. And then there was Nathan. Nathan who didn’t turn away, who walked right up to him even as Peter started to glow. Even as the power built up too strong for him to contain.
They weren’t just dreams. Peter sensed that from the very first time. He hadn’t understood then but he did now.
Emma sat with her cello, one hand moving the bow back and forth while the other fingered the strings. The music emanating from the instrument was haunting and beautiful. Strange, distorted lights swirled all around her. The music swelled; people screamed; the world shook. Emma’s eyes were frightened but she couldn’t seem to stop. Peter wanted to help her but he couldn’t. Only one person could…
Whenever Peter dreamt, they showed him his path. What his next step should be, what would happen, how to be a hero… Now he needed the dreams again, so he slept and waited.
Sirens were wailing all around, first closer and then fading into the distance. They swept down the streets at a frantic pace, finally coming to a stop in front of a hospital. The emergency room doors slid open to admit a gurney pushed by paramedics. Doctors quickly took over. Later the man was in a room with the heartbeat monitor hooked up to him. The lines showed an irregular heartbeat…
Peter woke up trembling. He had some strange dreams but that one was different from the others. He couldn’t figure out what, and eventually he let the dream fade from his mind. When his father was admitted to the hospital with a heart attack a few days later, Peter didn’t even think to make the connection.
A long stretch of road with a single car speeding its way through. Headlights blared through the darkness. They gained on the first car, bumping up against it. In a flash the driver’s seat was empty. Unmanned, the car plowed through a barrier. A hand reached out desperately trying to help…
Peter woke up with his hand up in the air grasping at nothing. His phone started ringing. Tiredly he rolled over and answered it. The voice on the other end told him that Nathan was in a car accident.
A sweeping view of the city. The tops of buildings were at eye level, the streets miles below. The scenes changed dizzying and exhilarating. At times they rushed by so quickly it was like falling. Nathan was on the ground smiling up at him. Not always with the same ending but starting with the same promise: Peter could fly.
He was on the ground. He pushed himself to his feet and started walking. Cars were crammed on the roads, but they were empty. Mohinder Suresh got out of his cab and started running. Matt Parkman was there directing people away. A family of three he didn’t recognize were there, the mother holding onto her son tightly as she and her husband retreated. Then, quite unexpectedly, someone ran toward him. Claire. She looked so sad. He tried to speak to her but she turned away from him. Hiro and Ando watched grimly from a distance. Simone rushed forward but Isaac grabbed her. And then there was Nathan. Nathan who didn’t turn away, who walked right up to him even as Peter started to glow. Even as the power built up too strong for him to contain.
They weren’t just dreams. Peter sensed that from the very first time. He hadn’t understood then but he did now.
Emma sat with her cello, one hand moving the bow back and forth while the other fingered the strings. The music emanating from the instrument was haunting and beautiful. Strange, distorted lights swirled all around her. The music swelled; people screamed; the world shook. Emma’s eyes were frightened but she couldn’t seem to stop. Peter wanted to help her but he couldn’t. Only one person could…
Whenever Peter dreamt, they showed him his path. What his next step should be, what would happen, how to be a hero… Now he needed the dreams again, so he slept and waited.