Peter rubbed at his eyes, wincing at the headache that assaulted him as he let himself into the hotel room he currently shared with Nathan. Even the sound of the door clicking softly shut pounded against his ears, tearing a small groan from his throat as he stumbled heavily into the room.
“Peter!” Nathan’s voice rang out loud and splitting. Peter grimaced at the shout and was about to ask his brother to tone it down a notch or two when suddenly he found himself enveloped in the tightest of hugs; Nathan cradling him as close as it was physically possible to be.
“Oh god, Pete.” Nathan breathed into his hair and Peter got a sense of great relief, or a long wait finally come to an end. Peter brought his arms up to hold at his brother’s waist just as Nathan pulled back, cupping his face in his hands.
“Where have you been?” Nathan asked, searching his face for the answer. Peter frowned at the worry he saw written across Nathan’s features.
“What? I’ve… I was just at the café-,” Nathan’s face darkened suddenly and Peter swallowed back the rest of his words.
“You’ve been missing for the last three days, Peter.”
“I- what!?” Peter gaped. “Don’t be ridiculous, Nathan. I’ve only been away a couple hours at the most.”
Nathan stepped back, folding his arms across his chest. Peter sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Nathan’s aggravated worry wasn’t doing anything for his sore head.
“I was at the café,” he repeated, “but I… I ended up in this place called Torchwood. They, um, they wanted to keep me.”
“Keep you?” Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow.
Peter visibly cringed. “I- well I nearly went nuclear again. They stopped me but thought I was too dangerous to be let loose. I’d only ment to use my invisibility but I ended up… well I’m not quite sure where I ended up…” He drifted off, peering up at Nathan through his bangs.
“That was three days ago.” Nathan said, stepping away and seating himself on the nearby sofa. Peter followed him on suddenly shaky legs.
“Since then I’ve been contacted by Torchwood.” Nathan added and Peter’s eyes grew wide at the comment. Nathan nodded sombrely. “They’ve been trying to track you down since you disappeared. I think they’re somewhat annoyed that you evaded their attempt to hold you.”
Peter took a deep breath. “I must have used… Nathan, Hiro’s power is to- he can stop time, even travel through it. I must’ve absorbed that from him.”
“You didn’t consciously mean to use it?” Nathan asked.
Peter shook his head. “I was thinking that I needed to get out of there, that I couldn’t let them capture me.”
Nathan looked thoughtful for a moment before he schooled his expression. Peter tried to hide a sudden yawn behind his hand.
“You should get some rest. We don’t know how using this power may have drained you.”
“I’m alright. Just a bit of a headache.” Peter replied, watching as Nathan stood and walked over towards the phone. He picked up the receiver, pausing to look his brother before he dialled.
“I need to call Torchwood. Let them know I’ve got you.”
Peter stood, hurrying over. “You can’t, Nathan.”
“I’m taking you home, Peter. They agreed to that much.”
“But I’m still a danger to New York.” Peter protested, his apprehension palpable.
“You’re a danger here.” Nathan replied. “If you’d stopped using your powers like I’d told you to, you wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“I can’t just stop using them, Nathan. Most of them work on an unconscious level, I don’t even know I’m doing it.”
“All the more reason to get you out of Britain before the natives decide you’re too much of a threat to even be sent home.”
“I could easily get away.” Peter said, folding his arms stubbornly.
Nathan slammed the receiver down, spinning round to grab at his brother’s shoulders. “Not with a bullet through the head, you wouldn’t!” Nathan hissed. “Not if you explode and kill the whole country, you wouldn’t. Not if you’re dead, Peter.”
“I can come back,” Peter gasped, though his words held no conviction. He reached up to hold at Nathan’s shirtsleeves, his fingers grasping tightly at the material. Nathan’s face went impassive but Peter could still see the flashes of hurt darkening Nathan’s eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered and Nathan drew him close, wrapping his arms tightly about his brother.
“You mean the world to me, Peter.” Nathan whispered. “You’re my brother and I’d die for you,” He pulled away slightly, pressing a kiss to Peter’s forehead. “But before that I’d do anything I could to save you.”
“I know,” Peter whispered. “I’d do the same for you, Nathan.”
Peter looked up, his eyes wide and guilt-ridden as they met Nathan’s.
“Then I’m taking you home.” Nathan said.
Peter nodded, agreeing as he leant back into his brother’s embrace.
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Nathan held the phone out to his brother, watching as he took it with slightly trembling fingers. Peter looked up with questioning eyes and Nathan nodded. He’d called Torchwood, explaining to the Captain Harkness who ran it, that Peter had been found and that they would be on the afternoon flight out of Cardiff as of the next day.
“Hello?” Peter called as he pressed the receiver to his ear. Both Nathan and Jack Harkness had agreed to let Peter and Ianto speak one last time, reassured by the fact that they’d soon be an ocean apart from one another.
“Hello?” Came the answering call and Peter found a slight smile tugging at his lips. At first he’d been resentful of the mollycoddling both Nathan and Jack were displaying on behalf of Ianto and himself, as if they were two small children incapable of looking out for themselves. But just hearing Ianto’s voice over the phone pushed all his offence aside.
“Hey, Ianto? It’s Peter. Peter Petrelli.” He said, scuffing his shoe into the carpet in wait of a reply.
There was a pause on the line before, “Are you alright?”
Peter turned away from his brother, sighing slightly. “Yeah. I’m okay.”
“That’s… that’s good.” Ianto said.
Peter bit at his lip. “Listen, um. I was wondering if it’s possible to see you? Before I leave?”
“Yes.” Ianto’s reply came almost immediately. “Um, yes. I’d like that.”
“Yeah?” Peter smiled wider, feeling like a kid at Christmas as an unexpected happiness surged within him.
“Yes.” Ianto repeated, and Peter swore he could hear the smile in the Welshman’s voice.
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