Title: Breakfast At the Petrellis'
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keldjinfae_moon
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Peter, Angela, Nathan, Arthur
Rating: PG-13 (possibly R?)
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to NBC, Kring, and others who aren't I.
Author's note: Written for the![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
mission_insane prompt, "Confused." Thanks to bettareader for helping me develop the idea for this story, as well as for assisting me in trying to get Angela's voice more or less in character.
Summary: Peter asks an uncomfortable question.
Breakfast was a harried affair in the Petrelli household. Arthur typically skipped eating altogether, choosing to start work early, and Nathan tended to be in too much of a hurry to sit down and eat anything more than a grapefruit or a piece of toast and a glass of milk. Usually it was just Peter and his mother, so he was thrilled when his big brother joined them at the kitchen counter for a quick bowl of cereal.
“This letter is for Mrs. Steiner, Peter,” Angela announced, slipping an envelope into Peter’s backpack. “Make sure you remember to give it to her.” Peter nodded, shoveling Fruity Pebbles into his mouth and grimacing at the boring cereal that Nathan preferred. When his mother paused in zipping up his backpack, waiting for confirmation that her son was actually paying attention, Peter swallowed and nodded again. “Okay, I will,” he assured her, taking a big gulp from his glass of orange juice.
Mrs. Petrelli nodded, satisfied, and finished zipping up Peter’s backpack. She glanced at Nathan, then remarked, “I liked that girl you brought to the Mastersons’ last night.” She picked up the milk and placed it back in the refrigerator. “Catherine was very… personable. It was a shame you two had to leave so early; how was the movie?”
“Great,” Nathan answered noncommittally. “Sorry we didn’t stay longer.”
“The party was a bore anyway. Slow down, Peter.” Angela picked up the orange juice and refilled Peter’s glass, then twisted the cap back on and carried it to the refrigerator. As she pulled open the door of the appliance, Peter cleared his throat and asked, “What’s a clit?” Angela nearly dropped the orange juice. “What?” she asked, eyes widening. Her gaze snapped to fix on Nathan when her oldest son choked on a mouthful of cereal, a frown turning down the corners of her mouth almost imperceptibly.
“What’s a clit?” Peter repeated, innocently looking back and forth between his mother and his big brother. “What?” His brow furrowed in confusion, wondering what he’d done wrong. “I heard Nathan in his room last night with that pretty girl, and he said—”
“Gotta get going,” Nathan said loudly, shooting up to his feet and grabbing his backpack. “See you after school,” he called out behind him as he tore out of the house to his car.
Peter watched Nathan rush out of the kitchen, then turned to Angela. “Mom?”
Angela felt like she was about to swallow her tongue, and she made herself put the orange juice on the shelf next to the milk, then closed the refrigerator slowly. “It’s a short film,” she said, keeping her voice steady. “Now go upstairs and brush your teeth, dear, or you’ll be late for school.”
Peter hopped off of the stool and rushed to the staircase, making sure he passed his father’s study as quietly as possible before pounding up the stairs to the bathroom. He squeezed some toothpaste onto his toothbrush and began to clean his teeth hurriedly, wondering why Nathan would want to lick a movie.
Author:
keldjinfae_moonFandom: Heroes
Characters: Peter, Angela, Nathan, Arthur
Rating: PG-13 (possibly R?)
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to NBC, Kring, and others who aren't I.
Author's note: Written for the
mission_insane prompt, "Confused." Thanks to bettareader for helping me develop the idea for this story, as well as for assisting me in trying to get Angela's voice more or less in character.Summary: Peter asks an uncomfortable question.
Breakfast was a harried affair in the Petrelli household. Arthur typically skipped eating altogether, choosing to start work early, and Nathan tended to be in too much of a hurry to sit down and eat anything more than a grapefruit or a piece of toast and a glass of milk. Usually it was just Peter and his mother, so he was thrilled when his big brother joined them at the kitchen counter for a quick bowl of cereal.
“This letter is for Mrs. Steiner, Peter,” Angela announced, slipping an envelope into Peter’s backpack. “Make sure you remember to give it to her.” Peter nodded, shoveling Fruity Pebbles into his mouth and grimacing at the boring cereal that Nathan preferred. When his mother paused in zipping up his backpack, waiting for confirmation that her son was actually paying attention, Peter swallowed and nodded again. “Okay, I will,” he assured her, taking a big gulp from his glass of orange juice.
Mrs. Petrelli nodded, satisfied, and finished zipping up Peter’s backpack. She glanced at Nathan, then remarked, “I liked that girl you brought to the Mastersons’ last night.” She picked up the milk and placed it back in the refrigerator. “Catherine was very… personable. It was a shame you two had to leave so early; how was the movie?”
“Great,” Nathan answered noncommittally. “Sorry we didn’t stay longer.”
“The party was a bore anyway. Slow down, Peter.” Angela picked up the orange juice and refilled Peter’s glass, then twisted the cap back on and carried it to the refrigerator. As she pulled open the door of the appliance, Peter cleared his throat and asked, “What’s a clit?” Angela nearly dropped the orange juice. “What?” she asked, eyes widening. Her gaze snapped to fix on Nathan when her oldest son choked on a mouthful of cereal, a frown turning down the corners of her mouth almost imperceptibly.
“What’s a clit?” Peter repeated, innocently looking back and forth between his mother and his big brother. “What?” His brow furrowed in confusion, wondering what he’d done wrong. “I heard Nathan in his room last night with that pretty girl, and he said—”
“Gotta get going,” Nathan said loudly, shooting up to his feet and grabbing his backpack. “See you after school,” he called out behind him as he tore out of the house to his car.
Peter watched Nathan rush out of the kitchen, then turned to Angela. “Mom?”
Angela felt like she was about to swallow her tongue, and she made herself put the orange juice on the shelf next to the milk, then closed the refrigerator slowly. “It’s a short film,” she said, keeping her voice steady. “Now go upstairs and brush your teeth, dear, or you’ll be late for school.”
Peter hopped off of the stool and rushed to the staircase, making sure he passed his father’s study as quietly as possible before pounding up the stairs to the bathroom. He squeezed some toothpaste onto his toothbrush and began to clean his teeth hurriedly, wondering why Nathan would want to lick a movie.
