Fic: Here and Somewhere Else (End of the World Remix Arranged For Clockwork Figures) [Heroes]

Title: Here And Somewhere Else (End of the World Remix Arranged For Clockwork Figures)
Author: trollprincess
Summary: Nathan picks up the pieces of what Peter breaks apart. It’s just what he’s always done.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Warnings: Slash, incest
Spoilers: "Fallout"
Author's note: Written for remix_redux as a remix of Here And Somewhere Else by txtequilanights. (Hence why I didn't do that "Guess what I wrote!" meme, because ... seriously? Post-apocalyptic Petrellicest? *grabbyhands*) Enormous thanks to daffybroad for the beta. The remix title is a reference to The Stand, because I couldn't resist. HEE. :)

( Here And Somewhere Else (End of the World Remix Arranged For Clockwork Figures) )

It's probably a good thing I changed my shirt ...

... because if the look my dad gave my "Every time you see a rainbow God is having gay sex" shirt is any indication, the "I like chick flicks" shirt probably would have gotten an even better reception. Heh.

Oh, and I also told my mom that my cousin Laurie (who has her own salon) should try out for Shear Genius next season. I doubt she would, but she's sure as hell got the personality for it.

So, yeah. I ran up to my parents' house to check and see if the old car would still start because there's a guy from work who's willing to take it off my hands. And it still runs! So, you know, yay for that. Question, though: I just need the title to sign it over, right? Because apparently my parents cleaned out the car on me, and everything else in there is gone. (I just want this damn thing off my hands. *sigh*)

poisontaster was the one who remixed It Don't Mean a Thing If It Ain't Got That Swing! HA! I knew it! (No, really, I just shouted that in my apartment while pointing at my computer screen. *giggles*)

Okay, I'm off to work on my Bigbang now. I cracked ten thousand words last night! \o/

EDIT: I'm watching a National Geographic special on savants and geniuses and I was getting really into it, and then they had to go show a shot of the library at Trinity College in Dublin and there went my concentration on the subject matter. (Go here, scroll all the way to the bottom, if you can even make it there past looking at all the other libraries. BOOKS PRETTY!)

Oh, that's just brilliant.

A friend of mine from work just called to tell me that there was a front page article in the local paper today about our factory and how CD sales are dropping. You know, one of those articles that makes your job security look REALLY bad.

Oh, I soooo need to stop at the temp agency sometime this week. *sigh*

(As my co-worker pointed out, we had one of those "Oh, your jobs are perfectly safe!" meetings a few weeks back with the guy in charge of the factory, and afterwards my co-worker asked him why they didn't make downloads available on the official website. To which the guy in charge said, "We're thinking about it." THINKING about it?! It's 2007, you goobers. It's a little late to THINK about song downloads. Jesus.)

Gag me. Better yet, gag Mirna.

( The Amazing Race )

EDIT: I'm currently watching Nick Simmons be tortured by a limo full of spoiled rich preteen girls. And then get bitched at by the birthday girl's snotty mother about not being into a weird and creepy charity date he apparently got tricked into. Awww. Obviously my crush on him continues. If he'd stop being so damn young that would help immensely at making me feel a little less skeevy. (He's six-foot-seven?! Jesus Christmas, that's kind of awesome.)