Dear Peter

[aunt_zelda]

Title: Dear Peter

Rating: Erm … PG-13 to be safe?

Word Count: 436

Warnings: If you haven’t watched all of Season 1 of Heroes, or see Episodes 1 and 2 of Season 2, you shouldn’t be mucking about at a FANSITE, you should be going to shady sites and catching up!

Disclaimer: If any of us owned Heroes, Claude would not have left.

Summary: Remember how Ricky/Kensai mentioned that there might be a love-letter in the BOX (omg the BOX!)? Well, there IS! Read it here before Peter gets his hands on the BOX! (omg the BOX!)

My Thoughts: trippypeas snuggled me until I agreed to write this. She put out a commission, and in return she’s going to write more of that Roman Plaude fic! *dances about* And I’m no good at letters, so I hope this isn’t terrible. Also, I chose ‘March 21^st’ because it’s the first day of spring.

Dear Peter

 

Peter you idiot

 

Stupid poodle

I told you

Peter,

 

You’re alive. Thank god.

Ok, I know you probably wish you weren’t alive because you’re a bleeding heart cartoon

 

You probably feel like hell. Try to focus on the positives: you’re alive. So is your bloody brother Nathan the bastard grew a beard to imitate me, I TOLD YOU he wanted to shag you

 

All your sodding attachments think you’re dead. You should have listened to me about cutting them out

 

I knew you wouldn’t die. I’m sorry for what happened. Really. This isn’t one of my ‘uncaring invisible man’ tricks.

 

≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠

I ≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠

Fucking bugger bloody HELL puppy I can’t even write a sodding LETTER to you

 

 

I miss you.

 

≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠

 

You’re the only person I ever gave a damn about besides myself and ≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠

Well I guess what I’m trying to say here is

 

oh bugger it      

     

Do you want to come with me?

I know you’ve got your family which is buggered up on SO MANY levels but the world is saved now, isn’t it?

When I said ‘people suck’ I meant ‘humans suck.’ Well, most of them. I just seem to run into the ones that just shag me for a shag or shoot me or both.

I have a way off this planet. Remember your friend from the future? That’s a PARLOR TRICK compared to what I’ve got up my sleeve. Time AND space, Peter, eons at the tip of our fingers …

Of course, I’d understand if you’d rather stay here. This place is all you know; you’ve got roots here that go deep; and we barely know each other.

But I

I ≠≠≠≠

I love you.

 

I LOVE YOU

 

I LOVE YOU!!!

 

There. I’ve said it and I can’t take it back, no matter how many drafts of this damn letter I go through or sheaves of paper I recycle or pens I break or scribbles I make, I can’t take that back I can’t stop and god I just realized I don’t even know if you’re attracted to men AT ALL ≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠

 

If you think of me in that way, or just want a ride away from here, come to London. There’s a big blue Police Call Box just outside Kensington Gardens. It’ll be there until March 21^st and all you need to do is knock on the door.

If you don’t I won’t send anymore letters, or make any calls, or run into you on the street. Never coming back to this planet again if you aren’t with me.

 

From

Love

FROM

LOVE

 

– Claude Raines