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Enter a politician

Peter wasn't the only Petrelli to be a bit distracted. Nathan left his brother with their mom while he started making phone calls on his way back to his campaign office. He was still talking on his cellphone as he walked through the door.

"Look, get me Tom on the phone, will ya? ...Hello? Hello?" He stared at his cellphone. Damn, he shouldn't have lost the signal. He then glanced up, only instead of the familiar hustle and bustle of a frantic campaign office going into the last stretch....It was a bar? What the hell?

Nathan took a few steps further in, not realizing the door closing smoothly behind him. Must have gotten turned around or something.

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He really didn't need crazy Shatner laughing at him.

He started pacing, his hands on his hips which spread his suit jacket out some.

"Yeah, well, last I checked, doors don't just disappear. And it's definitely not my idea of a joke."

Kirk takes a breathe. He can tell that this man hasn't listened to a thing. Like some cadets, perhaps. So maybe he needs to try treating the man like a cadet. A raw one.

So Kirk gets calmer.

"Doors disappear here. The techonology that runs this place can do that, just as it grabbed you and me and everyone else here from a variety of times and places. I know that does sond impossible - especially if you're from a lower technology world or era - but it's true. And it's no joke."

Actually less a cadet, and more of a formally military man. Marines in fact.

Nathan shook his head, "Yeah, I need it to reappear now, advanced technology or not. And I hope the next word out of you doesn't include alien abductions." He stalked back over to the wall, and started feeling around for possible seams. Testing it for hollowness.

He's determined, that's for sure. Kirk could almsot like the man if he'd calm down.

"Alien abductions?" That's a term that fell out of use a long time ago.

Determined, ambitious, and aiming to go far as he can. He can be likable somewhat, but kind of confused and frantic at the moment.

"Yeah, people that talk about little green or grey men kidnapping them? Usually just to get on TV." He continued testing the wall around where the door should be. Solid.

He muttered under his breath, "...What I wouldn't give for some c4 right now." There were some pretty tight spots like this in Bosnia too.

"Ah. UFO reports from the 20th century. I can assure you, the 'little green men' were not visiting Earth and abducting any humans. They dind't arrive on Earth - at least on my Earth - till later, and they aren't little. Though they are a bit green." Which makes Kirk smirk.

"You haven't said your name yet."

Nathan already thought he was crazy, so any information about future events he ignored.

"Yeah, right..." He stood back up, and offered a hand. Still needed to keep up appearances.

"Nathan Petrelli, nice to meet you."

Kirk isn't sure he can say the same, but he does return the handshake. "Maybe I can tell you more about the place? As gilded cages go, it's not that bad."

Kirk would likely notice that Nathan's handshake is firm, and very practiced. Like he's giving a lot to different people. Expression was about the same. 'Vote for me.'

He finally dropped his hand away, and sighed, "Fine, might as well take in as much evidence as I can so I can report this later on."

"I doubt anyone back home will believe you." Certainly, from the way Nathan acts and dresses, he's from a time before Starfleet stretched the limits of knowledge.

"First thing is that this place is as much as bar as anything else. Anything you want to eat here, or drink, they have. The first drink's free, but after that you need to run up a tab."

"I got connections. If somebody's responsible for this, they will pay," he determinedly replied.

Nathan only half-listened as he continued scanning the place. He hadn't caught sight of the window juuuust yet. He will soon enough.

"Great, so like prison, only with better food, huh?"

"Mister Petrelli, if your connections can do something about our mutual situations, I would like meet them." Kirk has no doubt that they cannot.

"Maybe you should get a drink."

Nathan nodded, "They definitely can, and sure I can make arrangements."

He did eye the bar some. Tempting.

"Nah, I'll take that drink when I get out of here." Yeah, still not believing the whole being stuck here part.

"Suit yourself." Kirk rarely advocates drinking as a way of coping, but this guy is so tense that a drink should do him good.

"The next thing you should know is that they have a strict No Violence policy here. And ther are even gaurds here to enforce it."

"Doesn't everywhere?" He remarked. Anyway, he can't be getting into bar fights. That's all he needed plastered over the news.

"I'm not sure about that. You seem to be trying to take our your anger on the place. You're lucky they haven't arrested you." Kirk knows it doesn't work that way (he thinks). But maybe Nathan will pay a little attention?

"Besides, if you really want to beat something up, there's a punching bag out by the lake."

Nathan was silently fuming, "Trying to break out of here's different. Escape attempts shouldn't count."

He then blinked, "This isn't just one room? How can there be a lake?"

"The same way there can be a Bar at the end of timespace. Whatever made this place is pretty advanced. Otherwise, we couldn't survive that..." He points at a certian window on the dying unvierse. It's time Nathan saw the observation window. Though Kirk would bet it won't impress him.

"That's ridiculous, how can there be..." Nathan trailed off as he finally noticed the window.

Not impressed, but he was staring. It had to fake, or a special effect. Some fancy video?

He finally blinked, and looked back at Kirk, "Look, I don't care about some fancy movie effects. I need to leave."

"you know, I appreciate someone who doesn't just accept what he says withotu a little investigation. It's a sound appraoch to exploration and to life. But you're taking this a bit too far.

"All of this is real. Not something out of a holovid. And the door isn't going to come back just because you want it to." This guy wouldn't last ten minutes on a starship.

He might if he was familiar with the tech.

Nathan scoffed at that, and he gestured emphatically with one of his hands, "Look I don't know what the hell a holovid is. I know what's real. I have a campaign to worry about, and a family to raise. I can't be here."

"This is real, mister. I can't help it if you don't want to accept it." For a moment, Kirk recalls that Uhura told him about that self-absorbed transporter chief, and how she told him that what was going on was "fantasy." He is so tempted to play it that way, but it wouldn't help.

"What sort of campaign? Political, I assume?" Can't be military.

Nathan started to say something further about why he couldn't. But he stopped himself. Just like that night. Night of the accident where he lost control.

He finally said, "Yes, political. I'm running for Congress. Only have a few weeks left now."

"Congress? I've never met anyone running for that. Which house, Lords or Commons?" As a student of history, Kirk knows better. But he is entitled to have just a little fun, he thinks.

Coolly levelled gaze.

"House of Representatives," he evenly replied. He's not in the mood for jokes just now.

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