Day 46: Sun Room

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Peter woke up suddenly, his body twisting in the bed and then forcing him to catch his breath in pain. Pain, which was coming from his middle because of the thing that had scratched him last night, and after that...

After that, Zach had jumped in front of him like some kind of martyr, like the exact opposite of everything Sylar stood for, to take the next hit for him. It got pretty fuzzy after that, so night must have ended right around then.

The man let out a pained grunt as he straightened himself up in bed. For some reason, he got the feeling that he'd slept in. There was no way for him to really tell without a window in the room, but he just knew. The fact that Sam's bed looked long since vacated was another clue.

Sam, but was he Sam again? Had the brainwashing worn off, as he and Roland had hoped, or was he going to have to go through this nightmare for even longer? He didn't know how long he could handle "Zach" and "Harrison" before he started going batty himself.

Pulling himself out of bed, Peter lifted his shirt and saw that he was tightly bandaged. The scratch most likely wasn't nearly as bad as the bite that "Zach" had received, but it still smarted. He let his shirt fall and then had to deal with a nurse chiding him for sleeping through the morning announcements. Not that Peter really cared at the moment. He was too busy thinking about last night and the fact that in a way, he now owed something to Sylar. Except it hadn't been Sylar. That was something he was sure of now.

Lost in his thoughts, Peter reached the Sun Room right as the rest of the patient populace was trickling in from breakfast. Sighing to himself, he headed over to the bulletin board and then saw a note written in familiar yet unpleasant handwriting. Holding his pen in a vice grip, Peter scribbled out a reply and then stalked over to an armchair and fell into it with a huff.

While Sylar was maddeningly frustrating, there was one good thing about the fact that he was himself again. It meant that Nathan was too.

[For Spock!]

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It was a lot of information but Obito processed it with some effort, memorizing names and faces. He was still reeling from the fact that Kakashi had students. Sure, there was a possibility that he might have ended up doing that anyway, but the Kakashi he knew was probably going to spend the rest of his life in ANBU or something. The people who taught the next generation of ninja needed at least a little patience, and the person he'd argued with before appearing here couldn't handle waiting two minutes for a late teammate.

So some of these people (it was hard to think of them as kids, since all of them looked older than he was) thought of Kakashi the same way he thought about Sensei. Did Obito have students of his own? He had daydreams, of course, but he hadn't seriously considered the idea that they might actually happen, that there actually was a distant future where he and everyone he knew had grown up. Was he married? Did he have kids? Obito blushed slightly at the thought. No matter what, though, he knew that he served an important role in the village. After all, he was an Uchiha, so he was destined for great things.

The war was over now. Kakashi sounded so casual about it, slipping it into conversation like that. It must have ended long ago for him, maybe only a little bit into Obito's future. Obito knew that life as a ninja would never be safe, but life without the war...there was just so much to look forward to.

Then, another bombshell. "Sensei had a kid?" Obito said, mouth wide. And Kakashi taught that kid, so it must happen soon. If he was the same age as Sakura, he'd have to be born in the next year or two. The way Kakashi phrased it was weird, though, and it took him a second to figure out why. "Uzumaki?" Giving a kid their mother's name was strange, but not unheard of.

"But tell me about our lives," he said. Hearing about Kakashi's students was interesting and all, but he wanted to know about his own world. Obito's questions began at once. "Do I have students? Kids? What about Rin?" Another blush. "What's everyone like out there? And we're actually friends?" For a couple seconds before coming here he thought there might hope for Kakashi, however small...that he might just be acting out his life rather than living it. That was before they'd turned their backs on each other. But everything was about to change at home, even within a few hours. If this was the way his teammate ended up, it was easy to believe they'd be friends.

Obito could go on all day with the questions--what was Sensei doing now, aside from watching Kakashi train his kid? How much had Konoha changed, and when? How did the war end? But, with effort, he limited himself to a few questions, grinning as he waited for answers.

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Kakashi of all people knew how Obito liked to rush ahead, and certainly this situation wasn't going to be an exception. They had been kids in a war, after all. So what could they really look forward to more than a peaceful future? Particularly Obito, who had always promised to show everyone just how great of an Uchiha he could be. He'd lived up to that promise too--by giving up the future he so eagerly asked about now.

Each question felt like a new wound, and Kakashi struggled to keep up his smile as Obito grinned at him. He'd caused that face to fall so many times before that he could picture it perfectly now. Just how close would it be to the look Obito gave him when he turned his back on Rin and their team?

"You're jumping ahead." Kakashi used a tone of affection, saving the anger for himself. He had to tell Obito, about his fate along with the Uchiha. But with his best friend so hopeful, he couldn't bring himself to do it just yet. "We need to focus on the situation here, first. Tell me what you've already learned about where we are."