Dummy Fic- oneshot
A Dummy's Guide To Figuring Out When Your Brother Is Fucking Your Daughter
By Nathan Petrelli
Nathan chuckled as he loosened the elegant, red satin tie around his neck. After a long night of non-stop drinking and mingling with the high social class and coming to terms with a disturbing truth- Nathan had decided the best thing to do was to help others that were in the same sticky situation as him. It was far too late to fix things for him now- he sniggered again, doubling over on his expensive mahogany desk.
But, with much effort, he sat back up and began to scribble down what he hoped would one day help someone else...
...If it just so happens that you find your brother being outrageously jealous and disapproving over your daughter's new boyfriend- your brother could be fucking your daughter.
-If that happens don't encourage your brother's jealousy, tell him to walk her home after school and watch over her- because if you do that, your brother will fuck your daughter.
The whiskey burned going down his throat, but he didn't mind it. After what he'd witnessed that night, he needed as much alcohol as his body could physically take.
He laughed again when he thought about that weekend she had gotten the flu- that Claire had gotten the flu, and mentally slapped himself for being an oblivious idiot.
...If you have an immortal daughter and she just so happens to get sick the weekend your whole family have plans to go hiking, and has to stay home with your brother because he's a nurse and he's going to 'take care of her'- your brother is going fuck your daughter.
-If your daughter tells you she's sick when she's immortal- don't believe her. What you do is force her to go on the trip, because if she stays home with your brother- he will fuck your daughter.
As he reached for the glass in front of him, he momentarily looked at the big Plasma Screen in front of him and burst out laughing again- continuing to write sloppily onto the lined piece of paper in front of him.
...If movie nights have become a ritual between your brother and your daughter every Friday- and it just so happens that she 'accidentally' falls asleep every Friday over at his apartment...they're not sleeping- Your brother is fucking your daughter.
If you happen to walk outside into your backyard, and your brother is zipping his pants and your daughter’s hair looks like a tornado just ran around her- yeah- your brother is fucking your daughter.
When you see that your brother has his eyes closed and is biting his lip- and all of a sudden your daughter’s head shoots up- yeah- your brother has probably already fucked your daughter.
Or if you find condoms in your daughter’s room, and your brother volunteers to give her the sex talk, while you go do stuff in your office with your political bullshit- your brother probably isn't giving her any sex talk- or talking at all- He's most likely fucking your daughter.
Sadly, he turned the bottle of Maker's Mark over, realizing it was all gone, which reminded him of why he'd gone to his study in the first place. He’d witnessed what would probably haunt him to his death bed and follow him into whatever came after death.
- If your brother has your daughter pinned against the cabinets in the laundry room, he's not giving her the Heimlich maneuver- yeah- your brother is, for sure, fucking your daughter.
Nathan's stomach turned and he clapped his hand over his mouth, running instantly to the bathroom. Of course remembering what he'd seen would make him sick again; it would to anybody.
All he'd had to drink that night came out, and after it was all out, he rested his head on the cool marble floor, closing his eyes and trying to imagine anything- but them- in the laundry room- and oh!- He was throwing up again.
Something weird happened then- he sneezed and flew back, hitting his head in the corner of the sink, making him instantly black out.
...
When he came to the next morning to find himself in the bathroom, with a throbbing headache- things were just a bit fuzzy, and he couldn't remember what had happened the previous night to make him drink so much.
"Nathan!" Claire's voice hit him like a loud speaker that was right next to his ear- hurting him to the point where tears brimmed in his eyes.
When she passed by the bathroom and saw him, she stopped and giggled, "Do you have a hangover?"
Nathan groaned and rubbed a spot on his head that hurt more than anywhere else, "Yeah."
She shook her head disapprovingly, but shoved a paper in front of him nonetheless, "Can you sign this?"
Nathan squinted at it, "What is it?"
Something about the way she spoke then should have triggered his lost memory of the previous night, but it didn't. Instead he shook it off as being too much coffee or something, "Oh, it's to go on a school trip to Africa- you know- to learn about other countries and stuff..."
There was nothing wrong with that, he guessed, so he signed the paper that she had eagerly shoved at him and handed it back. He then fell back down, hoping to be left alone again in his more than miserable state- but the voice of his younger brother came next, "Nathan!"
Nathan sobbed, wishing he had some other ability where he could mute people, instead of his stupid flying one, "What is it, Peter?"
"Did you hear? I'm volunteering at Claire's school as a chaperone to go to Africa with her class. You know, since I'm a nurse and all, I thought I'd be of service, isn't that good?"
Nathan 'mhmd' him and waved them both off, hoping that they'd leave him alone, and they did. He was alone in on his cool bathroom floor, with nothing but his breathing making a noise.
It didn't too long for him to fall into a deep slumber again. He welcomed it with open arms, wanting nothing more than to leave behind the horrible headache produced from the previous night of frivolous drinking. But instead of entering a serene dream world, he was haunted by visions he dared not watch. Images that scared him, ran through his mind like a horrible, never-ending movie.
He woke up panting, reminding himself that what he'd seen in his dream was not real- that his brother would never- ever- sleep with his daughter.
After a while of just laying there, Nathan made his way back into his study, to at least find a comfortable chair to sit in before going to his bedroom, but something caught his eye on his desk.
The white lined sheet of paper sat innocently on his desk and he, not knowing what it would mean to read it, picked it up. He immediately recognized the writing as his own. It was how he wrote, sloppily, after ingesting too much liquor.
But after reading the first line and letting his eyes scan the rest of the paper, the images that he'd witnessed the night before began to slither their way back into his memory like a snake. Nathan slammed down the paper and looked straight ahead, remembering what they had both told him in the morning.
"Fuck."
Thank you Ellie, for beta-ing! :D