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changehistory) wrote2010-01-05 03:28 pm
changehistory) wrote2010-01-05 03:28 pm
[WM] 121.6 Where There's a Will...
[ooc: Peter is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hadtobeahero, Sylar is heroslayer and both are used with love and permission. Melissa is capturedworlds and mine to use as I please. Companion piece to this.]
"We should go to Baltimore," Adam announced, not looking up from where he was stretched across the bed on his stomach, looking at the laptop.
"Um, why?" Peter asked, blinking as he looked over at him from where he'd been putting the laundry away. "What with it being right next to D.C. and all...you have some sort of plan?" There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes along with wariness. Adam's plans weren't exactly something to immediately get excited about, after all, but if it got Nathan and Danko off their backs, or, better yet, talked some sense into Nathan...
"What?" Adam glanced up, a frown on his face for a moment, then shook his head. "Oh, no. Nothing like this. We should go for this." He spun the computer around so Peter could see it.
After coming over to read the webpage, Peter glanced up at Adam incredulously. "FaerieCon? You want to go to Baltimore in order to spend a weekend with people running around dressed up like fairies, going to seminars about fairies and shopping for...fairy stuff?"
"There are two masquerade balls, too," Adam pointed out helpfully, giving him an angelic smile.
Peter just stared at him.
Adam's smile faltered. "What?"
"Have you lost your mind?"
Adam scowled, spinning the laptop back around to himself. "No."
"Then...why?"
"I've never been to a convention of any sort besides a business one."
"Okay," Peter said cautiously, clearly still trying to work out what was going on. "They can be fun, I guess, but, um...I'm not sure now is really the time?"
"Then when?" Adam asked.
"We have eternity, you keep pointing out."
"But I want to go now."
"Why?"
"I'm bored."
Peter paused at that. If he'd learned anything, it was to take those two words very, very seriously when Adam uttered them. Bored Adam tended to be dangerous Adam who came up with plans to drastically change things in which people stood a good chance of getting hurt.
"I know we haven't seen a lot of action lately..."
"No, we haven't," Adam said, with a bit of a scowl.
Peter sighed. "Why this?"
"Because I've never done it. Do you know how few things I can say that about?" Adam glanced back up at him.
Peter looked like he wasn't sure he trusted the guilelessness in those blue eyes in the least. "Baltimore's really not the best place for us, Adam..."
"We'll be fine. Besides, the people hosting the Con did the art design and goblins for Labyrinth," Adam said, as if that concluded the discussion.
"So?" Peter asked.
"...It was a really good movie."
"You barely paid any attention to the movie. You just liked David Bowie's tights."
"Peter, anyone with any sense in the world appreciated David Bowie's tights in that movie." Adam gave him a look, arching an eyebrow.
Peter looked like he was contemplating banging his head on something.
"You're planning something."
"Would I do that?"
"Yes."
"And not tell you?"
"Yes."
"Peter, you wound me."
"Right."
"So, we can go?"
Peter sighed. "Fine, we can go."
Adam flashed him a grin, then pushed the laptop aside, tugging Peter down in it's place to demonstrate his gratitude.
* * *
The opening night ball was in full swing, and Adam was scanning the crowd with intent eyes.
"What are you looking for?" Peter asked, tugging at the costume Adam had convinced him to wear, with something particularly clever the immortal had learned to do with his tongue whilst on a sojourn in India.
"Just admiring the costumes," Adam said. He was, predictably, dressed up like Jareth. Somehow it seemed appropriate.
Peter sighed.
Adam leaned over and kissed his cheek. There was something in the air he couldn't identify, some sort of wild energy, bursting at the seams, pressing in on him and his eyes glittered. He hadn't expected the crowd to get quite like this, and yet, there they were, like some sort of fairy troop come to life, dancing with abandon. Even those he'd pegged as wallflowers when they'd come in had started to dance. It pulled at him, and he could feel himself wanting to give in, even as he realized it wasn't quite natural. Something was influencing people, either directly or indirectly, and his cheeks were flushing, his smile brightening as he gave in. It was brilliant.
"We should get out of here," Peter muttered, now scanning the crowd as well, casting him a worried look.
Just then, Adam spotted the face he'd been searching for since they arrived, and his smile sharpened. "Not just yet," he murmured.
Peter followed his gaze. "Sylar?! What the hell?"
Adam smirked and straightened. "Behave, will you, love?"
Peter was staring at him. "You knew...how...?"
Adam shrugged. "I have my ways."
"He's a killer," Peter protested in an undertone.
"And we can't die," Adam reminded him. "But we could use his help."
Peter cast him a glare as Adam brushed off the shirt he was wearing, and cast both the approaching killer and the girl trailing beside him a welcoming smile. He really was getting tired of hiding in the shadows. It was time to find a way back to the light.
hadtobeahero, Sylar is heroslayer and both are used with love and permission. Melissa is capturedworlds and mine to use as I please. Companion piece to this.]"We should go to Baltimore," Adam announced, not looking up from where he was stretched across the bed on his stomach, looking at the laptop.
"Um, why?" Peter asked, blinking as he looked over at him from where he'd been putting the laundry away. "What with it being right next to D.C. and all...you have some sort of plan?" There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes along with wariness. Adam's plans weren't exactly something to immediately get excited about, after all, but if it got Nathan and Danko off their backs, or, better yet, talked some sense into Nathan...
"What?" Adam glanced up, a frown on his face for a moment, then shook his head. "Oh, no. Nothing like this. We should go for this." He spun the computer around so Peter could see it.
After coming over to read the webpage, Peter glanced up at Adam incredulously. "FaerieCon? You want to go to Baltimore in order to spend a weekend with people running around dressed up like fairies, going to seminars about fairies and shopping for...fairy stuff?"
"There are two masquerade balls, too," Adam pointed out helpfully, giving him an angelic smile.
Peter just stared at him.
Adam's smile faltered. "What?"
"Have you lost your mind?"
Adam scowled, spinning the laptop back around to himself. "No."
"Then...why?"
"I've never been to a convention of any sort besides a business one."
"Okay," Peter said cautiously, clearly still trying to work out what was going on. "They can be fun, I guess, but, um...I'm not sure now is really the time?"
"Then when?" Adam asked.
"We have eternity, you keep pointing out."
"But I want to go now."
"Why?"
"I'm bored."
Peter paused at that. If he'd learned anything, it was to take those two words very, very seriously when Adam uttered them. Bored Adam tended to be dangerous Adam who came up with plans to drastically change things in which people stood a good chance of getting hurt.
"I know we haven't seen a lot of action lately..."
"No, we haven't," Adam said, with a bit of a scowl.
Peter sighed. "Why this?"
"Because I've never done it. Do you know how few things I can say that about?" Adam glanced back up at him.
Peter looked like he wasn't sure he trusted the guilelessness in those blue eyes in the least. "Baltimore's really not the best place for us, Adam..."
"We'll be fine. Besides, the people hosting the Con did the art design and goblins for Labyrinth," Adam said, as if that concluded the discussion.
"So?" Peter asked.
"...It was a really good movie."
"You barely paid any attention to the movie. You just liked David Bowie's tights."
"Peter, anyone with any sense in the world appreciated David Bowie's tights in that movie." Adam gave him a look, arching an eyebrow.
Peter looked like he was contemplating banging his head on something.
"You're planning something."
"Would I do that?"
"Yes."
"And not tell you?"
"Yes."
"Peter, you wound me."
"Right."
"So, we can go?"
Peter sighed. "Fine, we can go."
Adam flashed him a grin, then pushed the laptop aside, tugging Peter down in it's place to demonstrate his gratitude.
* * *
The opening night ball was in full swing, and Adam was scanning the crowd with intent eyes.
"What are you looking for?" Peter asked, tugging at the costume Adam had convinced him to wear, with something particularly clever the immortal had learned to do with his tongue whilst on a sojourn in India.
"Just admiring the costumes," Adam said. He was, predictably, dressed up like Jareth. Somehow it seemed appropriate.
Peter sighed.
Adam leaned over and kissed his cheek. There was something in the air he couldn't identify, some sort of wild energy, bursting at the seams, pressing in on him and his eyes glittered. He hadn't expected the crowd to get quite like this, and yet, there they were, like some sort of fairy troop come to life, dancing with abandon. Even those he'd pegged as wallflowers when they'd come in had started to dance. It pulled at him, and he could feel himself wanting to give in, even as he realized it wasn't quite natural. Something was influencing people, either directly or indirectly, and his cheeks were flushing, his smile brightening as he gave in. It was brilliant.
"We should get out of here," Peter muttered, now scanning the crowd as well, casting him a worried look.
Just then, Adam spotted the face he'd been searching for since they arrived, and his smile sharpened. "Not just yet," he murmured.
Peter followed his gaze. "Sylar?! What the hell?"
Adam smirked and straightened. "Behave, will you, love?"
Peter was staring at him. "You knew...how...?"
Adam shrugged. "I have my ways."
"He's a killer," Peter protested in an undertone.
"And we can't die," Adam reminded him. "But we could use his help."
Peter cast him a glare as Adam brushed off the shirt he was wearing, and cast both the approaching killer and the girl trailing beside him a welcoming smile. He really was getting tired of hiding in the shadows. It was time to find a way back to the light.