2007-09-17: Good News Phone Call

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Summary: After a rather bad phone call that led to a car accident, two people catch up and confirm that people are not dead.

Date It Happened: September 17th, 2007

Good News Phone Call


On The Phone!

PHONE: Your phone begins to ring.

PHONE: You answer your phone, "Peter Petrelli."

PHONE: Niki says, "…Peter." There's some relief in the woman's voice all the way from the Las Vegas area code. "I got about six wrong numbers before I remembered the right one. Zero-seven. I'm…"

PHONE: Peter suddenly inhales, obviously surprised or shocked in some way by this phone call, "Ni— Niki? I've been— I thought you— are you okay? It sounded like… I thought that you'd been in an accident." There's an obvious tone of guilt in his voice. Accident would have been partially his doing, considering the timing of it, but… at the same time— there's a lot of relief.

PHONE: Niki says, "I was." She says it just flippantly enough that it should mean she wasn't seriously injured, right? "Wrecked the rental." In a much more serious tone of voice, tinged with apology, she goes on to say, "I'm sorry. I shoulda let you know. It's just, after your call…"

PHONE: Peter must be moving around, and there's a sound of a bark in the background. At least she didn't catch him at work or something. "It's okay, really— As long as you're all right, that's what's important." The trailing off isn't dismissed, though, even if he's trying to turn aside her apology for the moment. "What happened?"

PHONE: Niki says, "What you said— you were right." Although she doesn't quite laugh, there's a change in her voice, a hint of a smile, of something undeniably good. "I dunno how you knew, but— you did. You were right."

PHONE: Peter pauses for a moment, as if he's trying to figure it out, but then… "You saw D.L.? D.L. was there? Is that how you're okay?" It sounds as if everything fell into place all of a sudden. "That's wonderful— I'm so— I tried to call you as soon as I got back but you didn't answer your phone, and when you did I had to… tell you. But I'm glad you got to see it for yourself."

PHONE: Peter seems to wince almost audibly, until she explains the last part. "No— it makes sense. In the future you didn't know he was alive— you or Jessica or whoever it was talking to. You'd just found out a little before I did." There's a pause. "Well, I'm not totally sure how it works, but maybe— making you crash did that. I'm glad it did. I don't think I could live with myself if I got you killed while trying to tell you your husband was alive."

PHONE: Niki chuckles, little more than a few breaths into the phone, amused for a second. She hesitates on one point, then, but after a moment: "… the future," she repeats slowly. Right. That. "You met us— in the future. I'm gonna have to ask you about that when I get back. When… when we get back."

PHONE: Peter says softly, "Yeah, we can talk about that when you get back, but…" There's that audible wince again, this time in his last words, the trailing off. "I'll have to call Monica and let her know you're all right— unless you've already done that. I was worried when you didn't call back and— well— the last thing I heard was pretty bad, so I went to your house— her house and…"

PHONE: Niki lets Peter trail off and stays very quiet on her line — until there's a faint twisting, shuffling sound from gripping the phone so tightly. "What happened?"

PHONE: Peter says, "Well… I told her I thought you might have been hurt— since she wasn't really trusting me at first— I figured if you were hurt— she'd be the first person they'd contact and… I was really worried." There's that audible wince again. "I did tell her about D.L. because he's her family and— I knew he was alive. Your son was at school, and I don't know if she'll really believe me until she sees it herself, but…" There's a pause. "I also fell through a wall while I was talking to her."

PHONE: Niki says, "…You fell… through… a wall." It's not difficult to envision the blonde sitting on the edge of the bed with her fingers pressing into her forehead, because that's exactly what she's doing. "Monica's … she's got her ordinary life, she doesn't need to know how complicated everything is."

PHONE: Peter says, "I didn't mean to, I was trying to be…" There's that wince again. He's not exactly the best at keeping his secret secret is he? Much to the annoyance of his brother, no. "That's— well— see there— after that happened she took me aside and asked me to find something on the television at random, anything really. There was a— juggling show on. It was one of those morning show demonstrations, right? And… she went and grabbed a bowling pin set from your son's room and started doing exactly what they were doing. Then someone else joined the act and they began to juggle together, and she threw it at me— and all of a sudden I could juggle too. I've juggled in my life— and I don't think she had either."

PHONE: Niki takes a second, and… "Monica? Really?" That would be surprise. The thought, the possibility, hadn't even honestly crossed her mind. "… Some families we have, huh."

PHONE: Peter says, "Yeah, really. It's— weird. She did everything exactly like we were seeing— I'm kinda glad I did manage to copy what she was doing, or I would have had head trauma." Not that he doesn't get that often, but her family seems to cause that to him occassionally! "Think it must run in the family."

PHONE: Niki says, "…Yeah." There's something slightly cynical and loaded about that one, simple word, as if there's more she could say — but instad, she says, "Don't worry, I'll let Monica know I'm fine. That— everything's going to be okay."

PHONE: Peter sounds relieved as he speaks on the phone, "I'm glad. That everything's going to be okay now." Maybe better is a more appropriate word, but okay works too. Sort of. "Can you let me know when the two of you get back in town?"

PHONE: Niki sounds relieved also, but there's a certain amount of hesitance hiding in the background. Too Good to Be True Syndrome. "Me too." Sort of. Sort of because there's still so much hanging overhead. Sort of is such a harmless word… "Yeah, sure! I gotta go, Peter. I'll talk to you later."

PHONE: Peter is probably smiling a little much even as the call winds down, it can be heard in his voice, "All right. I'm just glad we can talk later. Be safe."

PHONE: The phone call has been ended by the other person.

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