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acquiescenceTitle: Run Away With Me
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of this
Rating: G
Summary: Nathan and Peter hide out together
Word Count: 1506
A/N: This is the second entry for myheroes_50 table. I am very proud of myself for doing more than one entry ... so I hope you all enjoy it.
A/N 2: As with my last fic this was written in class ... so there you go.
"Why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Listen to mom like that, follow her blindly." Peter gave his brother a critical look.
"It's not like that; there is a lot that goes on that you don't see." Nathan didn't look up from the papers on his desk.
Peter shook his head, and threw himself down on the couch in Nathan's office. He didn't understand his brother's blind faith in their mother's political agenda - it didn't make any sense. Nathan could do so much good on his own, but he was too tied up in reaching the goals their mother had set for him.
"Hey, do you remember that trip we went on a few years ago?" Peter piped up, changing the subject, and hoping to draw his brother out some. But, Nathan kept on working, flipping through papers and making notes.
"Remember that girl we met at that little diner?" Peter chuckled, looking over at Nathan as he continued. "She had such a crush on you, and you didn't have the heart to tell her -" He was laughing out loud now, clutching his stomach at the memory. "... and that mark, I couldn't believe it!"
Nathan lay the papers down rubbing between his eyes. Peter was still laughing.
"We should do that again sometime, just hit the road for a few days, don't tell anyone where we're going." He looked up at his brother hopefully. "Think you could do that sometime, or does mom have you on too tight a leash?"
Nathan sighed, getting frustrated with his brother. What was wrong with wanted to get ahead, why did Peter have to make him feel like a hack for having ambition? "No Peter, I can't just drop everything and leave. Not now, there is too much happening - I have to be here." His tone was sharper than he'd intended.
"Yeah yeah, can't go anywhere without mommy's permission." Peter mocked.
"God, why do you do that? Why do you have to belittle the things that are important to me?" Nathan slammed his hand against his desk. "Do you think that makes me want to spend time with you?"
Peter sat up, a frown on his usually happy face as he looked at his brother.
"You wonder why we don't spend any time together any more - you're always putting down the things I think are important. I do think for myself, you know."
"I know you do."
"You sure don't act like it."
"You're just not the same person you used to be. You don't laugh anymore, we never do anything together. You're spending all your time with the people we used to make fun of."
Nathan pushed back from his desk and walked out of the room, leaving Peter sitting alone in the office.
"Are you coming," Nathan called from the hallway. Peter pushed up from the couch and trotted out into the hallway, jogging a bit to catch up with Nathan who was already down the hall and turning a corner.
"So where are we going?" Peter asked with a sly grin, as if he didn't already know.
Nathan didn't say anything and just kept walking, though the corner of his mouth was lifted in a small smirk. Nathan walked quickly, so that Peter had to trot to keep up with him until the reached the Stairwell.
The brothers started up the stairs together, taking them two at a time until they burst through the door to the roof - the sunlight almost blinding as they ran outside.
"Haven't been up here in a while." Peter was breathing deeply as he sat on the ledge overlooking the street below. He turned and let his feet hang over the side of the building. "Hey remember when we were younger and we used to try and spit on people from up here?" He looked down between his legs at the people walking up and down the street below them.
Nathan grinned and shook his head, leaning over to look down at the street below. "How's your aim these days?"
"No," Peter laughed.
"What, you're not even gonna try?"
"And you are, Mr. Senator?"
"Not Senator yet." Nathan corrected.
"Soon enough, though."
"You don't know that."
"Oh, come one, you' know you're the best candidate."
"Nathan sighed, "It's not always about who is the best, it's a popularity contest." He looked out over the ledge. He and Peter used to come up here all the time. It had become their hide out from the world - from their mother. It was the place they would run away to, when things got too crazy. They didn't have to worry about anything when they were up here.
When they were younger, and all thoughts of congress were nothing more than a glimmer, they used to sneak up here together. Their father worked a few floors down from where Nathan now worked. this was where they both smoked their first cigarette - their first joint. They would hide out from their mother when she got on one of her kicks. Peter got to try alcohol for the first time from the flask Nathan had stolen from the liquor cabinet at home. They had spent so much time together up here over the years - it was almost sad they hadn't done it in so long.
The brothers sat quietly for some time. Peter still sitting on the ledge and Nathan leaning over, both content just to spend time together for now. The sound of the traffic below drifted up to their roof top perch.
"It's louder up here than it used to be." Nathan looked up when Peter finally broke the silence that had come over them. "I remember that first time we came up here," A siren rang out a few streets over. Nathan nodded.
They had gotten in trouble with their mother, and sought a reprieve from her shrill voice. The roof top had been calm and quiet compared to the din downstairs. Peter and Nathan had hidden for hours that first time. And since then they had come up there again and again.
"I miss doing this." Nathan said at last; he pushed away from the low wall, walking out towards the middle of the roof.
"Why did we stop?" Peter looked up away from the traffic below and swung his legs back around to the other side of the low ledge where he sat.
"I don't know, we got busy I guess. We're getting older; we have things we have to do now." Nathan shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged.
"You got busy," Peter said quietly. "I'm not doing anything differently." Though he would never admit it, Peter really was jealous of what his brother had accomplished and the preference their mother had always had for his older brother. Nathan was always the golden child - chosen to follow in their father's footsteps, while Peter was left to fend for himself. He would never say anything, and part of him was glad that he didn't have to deal with all that, but Peter missed his brother - and he was jealous of the preferential treatment he got.
"Yeah," Nathan sighed, "I guess I did." He gave his brother a weary look. "There is just so much I want to do, and then everything mom wants me to do. I don't know how I have time to do it all." He sat heavily on an air shaft, the smooth metal warm from the afternoon sun.
"Well do the things you want, Nathan. Who cares what mom wants." Peter had never understood his brother's need to do everything their mother said.
"I have responsibilities, Peter. I can't just drop things to do what I want."
"Why not?"
"Because, I have to do those things." The frustration was rising in his voice again.
"Why though?"
"So I can do the things I want later. If I do what mom wants now, I'll be able to do the things I want later. I could be President and do all those things more easily than I could now. So I am going to put in my time and do what they want. We all have a price to pay, Peter."
Peter sighed. He wasn't going to change Nathan's mind right now, he would leave it for now - maybe coming back to it later. He knew his brother could do so much more than what their mother had him doing - he was so much better than all that.
"So are you gonna hit those people down there or not?" Peter asked with a smirk after a few minutes silence.
"Only if you do." Nathan stood and came back to the ledge where Peter still sat.
"On three?" Peter wore a wicked grin when he stood and turned to look down on the people walking along the street below.
"One," Nathan began, leaning over.
"Two," Peter had to stop himself from laughing too hard.
"Three!" They shouted together.
Author:
acquiescence_Disclaimer: I don't own any of this
Rating: G
Summary: Nathan and Peter hide out together
Word Count: 1506
A/N: This is the second entry for my
heroes_50 table. I am very proud of myself for doing more than one entry ... so I hope you all enjoy it.A/N 2: As with my last fic this was written in class ... so there you go.
"Why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Listen to mom like that, follow her blindly." Peter gave his brother a critical look.
"It's not like that; there is a lot that goes on that you don't see." Nathan didn't look up from the papers on his desk.
Peter shook his head, and threw himself down on the couch in Nathan's office. He didn't understand his brother's blind faith in their mother's political agenda - it didn't make any sense. Nathan could do so much good on his own, but he was too tied up in reaching the goals their mother had set for him.
"Hey, do you remember that trip we went on a few years ago?" Peter piped up, changing the subject, and hoping to draw his brother out some. But, Nathan kept on working, flipping through papers and making notes.
"Remember that girl we met at that little diner?" Peter chuckled, looking over at Nathan as he continued. "She had such a crush on you, and you didn't have the heart to tell her -" He was laughing out loud now, clutching his stomach at the memory. "... and that mark, I couldn't believe it!"
Nathan lay the papers down rubbing between his eyes. Peter was still laughing.
"We should do that again sometime, just hit the road for a few days, don't tell anyone where we're going." He looked up at his brother hopefully. "Think you could do that sometime, or does mom have you on too tight a leash?"
Nathan sighed, getting frustrated with his brother. What was wrong with wanted to get ahead, why did Peter have to make him feel like a hack for having ambition? "No Peter, I can't just drop everything and leave. Not now, there is too much happening - I have to be here." His tone was sharper than he'd intended.
"Yeah yeah, can't go anywhere without mommy's permission." Peter mocked.
"God, why do you do that? Why do you have to belittle the things that are important to me?" Nathan slammed his hand against his desk. "Do you think that makes me want to spend time with you?"
Peter sat up, a frown on his usually happy face as he looked at his brother.
"You wonder why we don't spend any time together any more - you're always putting down the things I think are important. I do think for myself, you know."
"I know you do."
"You sure don't act like it."
"You're just not the same person you used to be. You don't laugh anymore, we never do anything together. You're spending all your time with the people we used to make fun of."
Nathan pushed back from his desk and walked out of the room, leaving Peter sitting alone in the office.
"Are you coming," Nathan called from the hallway. Peter pushed up from the couch and trotted out into the hallway, jogging a bit to catch up with Nathan who was already down the hall and turning a corner.
"So where are we going?" Peter asked with a sly grin, as if he didn't already know.
Nathan didn't say anything and just kept walking, though the corner of his mouth was lifted in a small smirk. Nathan walked quickly, so that Peter had to trot to keep up with him until the reached the Stairwell.
The brothers started up the stairs together, taking them two at a time until they burst through the door to the roof - the sunlight almost blinding as they ran outside.
"Haven't been up here in a while." Peter was breathing deeply as he sat on the ledge overlooking the street below. He turned and let his feet hang over the side of the building. "Hey remember when we were younger and we used to try and spit on people from up here?" He looked down between his legs at the people walking up and down the street below them.
Nathan grinned and shook his head, leaning over to look down at the street below. "How's your aim these days?"
"No," Peter laughed.
"What, you're not even gonna try?"
"And you are, Mr. Senator?"
"Not Senator yet." Nathan corrected.
"Soon enough, though."
"You don't know that."
"Oh, come one, you' know you're the best candidate."
"Nathan sighed, "It's not always about who is the best, it's a popularity contest." He looked out over the ledge. He and Peter used to come up here all the time. It had become their hide out from the world - from their mother. It was the place they would run away to, when things got too crazy. They didn't have to worry about anything when they were up here.
When they were younger, and all thoughts of congress were nothing more than a glimmer, they used to sneak up here together. Their father worked a few floors down from where Nathan now worked. this was where they both smoked their first cigarette - their first joint. They would hide out from their mother when she got on one of her kicks. Peter got to try alcohol for the first time from the flask Nathan had stolen from the liquor cabinet at home. They had spent so much time together up here over the years - it was almost sad they hadn't done it in so long.
The brothers sat quietly for some time. Peter still sitting on the ledge and Nathan leaning over, both content just to spend time together for now. The sound of the traffic below drifted up to their roof top perch.
"It's louder up here than it used to be." Nathan looked up when Peter finally broke the silence that had come over them. "I remember that first time we came up here," A siren rang out a few streets over. Nathan nodded.
They had gotten in trouble with their mother, and sought a reprieve from her shrill voice. The roof top had been calm and quiet compared to the din downstairs. Peter and Nathan had hidden for hours that first time. And since then they had come up there again and again.
"I miss doing this." Nathan said at last; he pushed away from the low wall, walking out towards the middle of the roof.
"Why did we stop?" Peter looked up away from the traffic below and swung his legs back around to the other side of the low ledge where he sat.
"I don't know, we got busy I guess. We're getting older; we have things we have to do now." Nathan shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged.
"You got busy," Peter said quietly. "I'm not doing anything differently." Though he would never admit it, Peter really was jealous of what his brother had accomplished and the preference their mother had always had for his older brother. Nathan was always the golden child - chosen to follow in their father's footsteps, while Peter was left to fend for himself. He would never say anything, and part of him was glad that he didn't have to deal with all that, but Peter missed his brother - and he was jealous of the preferential treatment he got.
"Yeah," Nathan sighed, "I guess I did." He gave his brother a weary look. "There is just so much I want to do, and then everything mom wants me to do. I don't know how I have time to do it all." He sat heavily on an air shaft, the smooth metal warm from the afternoon sun.
"Well do the things you want, Nathan. Who cares what mom wants." Peter had never understood his brother's need to do everything their mother said.
"I have responsibilities, Peter. I can't just drop things to do what I want."
"Why not?"
"Because, I have to do those things." The frustration was rising in his voice again.
"Why though?"
"So I can do the things I want later. If I do what mom wants now, I'll be able to do the things I want later. I could be President and do all those things more easily than I could now. So I am going to put in my time and do what they want. We all have a price to pay, Peter."
Peter sighed. He wasn't going to change Nathan's mind right now, he would leave it for now - maybe coming back to it later. He knew his brother could do so much more than what their mother had him doing - he was so much better than all that.
"So are you gonna hit those people down there or not?" Peter asked with a smirk after a few minutes silence.
"Only if you do." Nathan stood and came back to the ledge where Peter still sat.
"On three?" Peter wore a wicked grin when he stood and turned to look down on the people walking along the street below.
"One," Nathan began, leaning over.
"Two," Peter had to stop himself from laughing too hard.
"Three!" They shouted together.
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