Lost Edge - Peter Petrelli [1]

Fallout

Sage

Peter is lying on the bunk in his cell. An officer unlocks the glass door and opens it. Nathan raps his knuckles on the glass and Sage stands behind him. Peter gets up. "Nathan, Sage. What are you — What are you guys here? Peter's white shirt is bloodied near the neckline and bottom edges. "I told him you were here."

"You get in trouble, I drop everything and fix it. Isn't that how things work?" Nathan steps into the cell and gives Peter a hug and Peter walks over to me and kissed the top of my head. The officer closes and locks the door behind Nathan and I. "Gonna get you out of here soon."

"What, no lecture?"

"I'm just glad you're alive, man." Peter looks at Nathan. "Why did you destroy that painting? Why did you try and keep me from coming here?"

"The painting showed you dead, Peter. And when I got the phone call, I nearly believed it for a minute."

"Yeah, I thought I'd be the hero."

"Yeah, heh. How'd that work out for you?" Peter rolls his eyes "Save the cheerleader, save the world." Nathan puts his arm around Peter's shoulders and sits next to him. "You're meant to do a lot of things, Peter. Saving the world isn't one of them. You gotta learn to recognize when life is bigger than you are. You're not a fighter. But that's okay. The world needs nurses too."

"When I'm around you, I can do what you can do. Isaac, Sage, Hiro Nakamura and this girl Claire. See, I think that we're all the same somehow and this bomb that Isaac painted, I think we're supposed to stop it. But I just ... I don't think I can do it."

"That's because you can't". Peter turns away, Nathan leaves. I stay here with Peter.

"How can you stop what's coming?" When he turns back, he sees Sylar sitting next to him and Sage.

"When you don't know anything about power?" Peter gasps and scrambles to the corner of the bunk, scared. I just walk back into a wall. When I blink, there's no one in the cell with him – not Sylar, not Nathan.

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3rd Person

Peter sits in the interview room and Sage waits for him to get out. He presses the tips of his fingers against his temples and looks up when the door opens. Audrey Hanson and Matt Parkman walk in. "Your brother's pretty well connected." Matt closes the door behind him. "Even down here. We had to climb over six lawyers to get to you, Mr. Petrelli."

Peter rubs his eyes with the back of his wrists. Audrey notices. "Are you okay?"My head feels like it's gonna split open." Matt steps forward and puts his aspirin container in front of Peter. He moves to the other side of Peter. "Help yourself." Matt grabs a water bottle from the table behind Peter and puts it on the table as Audrey sits down next to Peter. Peter opens the aspirin bottle and takes out some tablets. "I didn't kill that girl."

"We know. The blood we found on you was your own. We checked you out, and you don't seem to have any injuries. Care to explain that?" Peter takes a couple of tablets. "If I'm not being charged, can I go?"

"What's a hospice nurse from Manhattan doing at a high school homecoming in Texas? You some kind of pervert?" Peter looks at her. He doesn't say anything. "My brother said not to talk." Audrey looks at Matt. "We don't need you to talk."
Matt nods and concentrates on Peter. Matt hears jumbled voices. So does Peter. Peter turns and looks at Matt. Suddenly, they're hit with their thoughts colliding into each other and then some – feedback. Peter flinches. Matt continues to concentrate on Peter. Peter turns and again looks at Matt. More feedback ensues. Both men flinch.

"ugh!" They both gasp from the pain. Peter puts his hands to his head. Something's happening. "What are you doing to me?" Matt looks at Peter, then takes a seat at the table opposite him. "Save the cheerleader"?