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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar, Peter
Genre: Slash
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1750ish
Rating: R
Prompt: 08. "Love is friendship set on fire." - Jeremy Taylor![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
infinite_muses
Notes: Post series Petlar.
Part One
Part Two
Chapter Three
Time stopped around us. I would have thought that Hiro had popped in if it weren’t for the sound of the ticking clocks. Peter hadn’t said a word. I wasn’t even sure that he’d taken a breath since I offered to make him a monster. The seconds ticked past while he stared at me until he finally looked away, focusing on the coffee cooling in his cup. His hands were shaking slightly as he held onto the cup like it was a lifesaver.
I waited without saying another word. I didn’t move. I was scarcely breathing while I watched him. I waited for the wall to be rebuilt brick by brick between us. With just a few sentences I’d destroyed all that we’d become, and I was ready for him to throw me out. I bit into my lip until I tasted a hint of blood while I waited for his temper to flare, and him to do something, anything before he told me what a bastard I was.
“I can’t believe you…” Peter’s voice was almost a growl. The sound of the mug hitting the table made me jump, but he went to the window not the door. That’s a good thing I think. He can’t fly right now. I hope. “I can’t believe you’d ask me that after what happened before.”
“That was different. You didn’t have time to understand it and learn to control it. You were too busy with your father and that mess. It was chaotic, but it’s not like that now. I could teach you.” What I should do is shut the fuck up before I made it worse. I wanted to get up and follow him. I needed to know that it was going to be all right, but if I walked over to him now, I was more than likely going to get popped in the face. Peter’s fists are fast, and he’s very good at using them. My jaw hurt from the memories.
“I don’t want you to teach me, Sylar.” He scrubbed at his face with both hands as he sank back to sit on the windowsill. “I went crazy. For fuck’s sake part of the reason that I’ve forgiven you for so much is because I know what it’s like to have that fucking power. You can’t control it all the time. I know that.”
Icy fingers curled around my heart. Fuck, did he know I was hunting? I’d been so careful, but if he knew he’d never accept the power from me. I didn’t kill in the city if I had a choice. I’d only gone after bad people. It wasn’t like before. A million excuses for why it should be ok flashed through my brain in preparation for my defense when I begged him not to leave me.
“No, I can’t always control it, but it’s easier than it was before.” I can’t meet his eyes, so I focus on a scrap of blue sky over his shoulder and sigh. “I was alone. I had to learn how to handle it by myself. You wouldn’t be alone. You could copy mine, and then you could copy everything else I have. We’d be partners.”
“We’re already partners, Sylar!” He moaned and hit the back of his head on the window’s frame with a thump. He must have picked that up from me. That was classic Gabriel, and I had a tendency to still do that when I was frustrated. I always thought it was better than striking out at someone who hurt me. “Yeah, I’d love to be able to collect powers again. I’d love to be able to fly and use telekinesis at the same time, but the cost is too high.”
“But is it?” I squeezed my eyes shut while I fought the voices in my head. The options and what ifs were cascading around me. What would happen if he said ‘yes’. What would happen if he didn’t, and what would happen if he told me to get out. It’s what drove him mad before. He didn’t know what to do with all the possibilities, but I could show him which thread to follow. “I’m not asking you to kill people, Peter. I’m asking you to be a hero with me, the way you were meant to be. You should be the most powerful special on Earth not me. Your father took that from you. I’m offering you a way to get it back.”
“I tried to kill my mother! I broke your neck!” He got up and paced, but we didn’t have a big enough living room for him to let off much steam that way. His coffee cup hit the sink, shattering into a dozen shards as sharp as his words.
“I got better. I stopped you from hurting her.” Wish I hadn’t, but hell that was a long time ago. I don’t want to kill Angela. I want her to have a long life alone knowing that I’ve taken both of her sons from her.
“I could have killed a shit load of people, Sylar. The only good thing about my father taking my abilities was that he took yours. I couldn’t handle it.” He looked like he was trying to pull his hair out when he ran his fingers through it. He finally met my eyes, and I could see the realization dawn in his. “You’re killing again, aren’t you?”
Suddenly the smell of blood filled my nostrils, and I felt like I was standing there with blood dripping from my hands. I wanted to deny it. It would be so easy to lie to him, but I’d promised not to. His family lied to him constantly, and I hated it so much when people were dishonest with me. I had to tear my eyes from his while I thought of the best way to tell him.
“Don’t bother,” Peter snapped at me. “You can’t even look me in the eyes! It’s true. Fuck, Sylar! You made my mother right about you!”
“No,” I stammered as I walked towards him. “It’s not like it was. I’m not hurting anyone innocent. I’m hunting the bad guys. I swear, Peter.”
“You promised, Sylar. You said you wouldn’t hunt. You said you were in control!”
“I am in control!” It was my turn to lose my temper as I got in his face, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. “I’m not hurting anyone who doesn’t deserve it. I know the difference between good and evil, Peter.”
“Well you would, wouldn’t you?!” He pushed me away from him, and I felt him take a different power from me. If he let regen go, he could get hurt. I could hurt him. I stepped back until my legs hit the coffee table. I was only a couple of feet away from him, but it was better this way. Not that I needed to be within reach to hurt him. I could do it from the other room. “You’re the poster boy for evil.”
“I’m evil! I’m the villain again! Fine! But I’m taking out the others. I’m stopping the next Samuel before he can come to power! How is that being the bad guy? How is that different than a few of your heroes, Peter! I’ve read your comics while you’re at work, and I want to know how it’s different for me.” Reaching behind me I picked up a pile of his comic books from the table and threw them in his face.
“You son of a bitch!” He flew at me, pushing me through the double doors into the bedroom. We landed on the bed with him on top of me. I could feel the heat of his anger as he pinned me down on the bed. He let flying go and took another power from me, holding me down with telekinesis.
“Yeah, takes one to know one, Peter.” I was stronger than he was. Could have broken his hold on me with a single thought, but I didn’t. Mostly I was impressed at how quickly he’d learned to grab exactly what power he needed at a time, but it would wear him out. He didn’t have the stamina to take me out, and he knew it. “Not that I know who my real mother was, but yours is enough of a bitch for us both.”
“You promised me.” His eyes, his beautiful brown eyes were filled with tears of anger. “You said you had control, Sylar.”
“I do have control.” Sort of…I didn’t raise my voice, and I didn’t struggle. “I’m not running through the city hurting anyone who isn’t asking for it. I’m not like I was before. You showed me how to be a hero, Peter. I don’t want to be a villain, but I am a predator. I can’t help that. It’s evolution, and you know it.”
“What gives you the right to decide who lives and dies?” He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me into the mattress. Normally I’d be getting off on this, and I was a little bit more than I should be to tell the truth. Hopefully Peter wouldn’t notice that part. “You’re not god.”
“I know I’m not god, Peter. But I’m the only one who can stop some of them. We’re the only ones who can stop them.” I was pleading now, trying to get him to see the logic, and trying to get him to understand that I was right. “Or it would have been the two of us if your father hadn’t messed you up. I can share everything with you. You’d have the power to stop them. You’d have the power to stop me. Isn’t that what you want? Tell me that you’re not tempted. Go ahead I dare you.”
“Yes,” Peter’s voice was rough as he straddled me in place. “Yes, I’m fucking tempted, and I think I hate you for it.”
“Go head and hate me then.” Reaching up I curled my fingers into his hair and pulled his face to mine and kissed him. He didn’t respond at first, but then his tongue pushed against mine as the kiss depended. “Hate me all you want, but remember that I love you. You’re the only person on the planet that I give a rat’s ass about. Without you, I’m nothing but walking death.”
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Genre: Slash
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes
Word count: 1750ish
Rating: R
Prompt: 08. "Love is friendship set on fire." - Jeremy Taylor
infinite_musesNotes: Post series Petlar.
Part One
Part Two
Chapter Three
Time stopped around us. I would have thought that Hiro had popped in if it weren’t for the sound of the ticking clocks. Peter hadn’t said a word. I wasn’t even sure that he’d taken a breath since I offered to make him a monster. The seconds ticked past while he stared at me until he finally looked away, focusing on the coffee cooling in his cup. His hands were shaking slightly as he held onto the cup like it was a lifesaver.
I waited without saying another word. I didn’t move. I was scarcely breathing while I watched him. I waited for the wall to be rebuilt brick by brick between us. With just a few sentences I’d destroyed all that we’d become, and I was ready for him to throw me out. I bit into my lip until I tasted a hint of blood while I waited for his temper to flare, and him to do something, anything before he told me what a bastard I was.
“I can’t believe you…” Peter’s voice was almost a growl. The sound of the mug hitting the table made me jump, but he went to the window not the door. That’s a good thing I think. He can’t fly right now. I hope. “I can’t believe you’d ask me that after what happened before.”
“That was different. You didn’t have time to understand it and learn to control it. You were too busy with your father and that mess. It was chaotic, but it’s not like that now. I could teach you.” What I should do is shut the fuck up before I made it worse. I wanted to get up and follow him. I needed to know that it was going to be all right, but if I walked over to him now, I was more than likely going to get popped in the face. Peter’s fists are fast, and he’s very good at using them. My jaw hurt from the memories.
“I don’t want you to teach me, Sylar.” He scrubbed at his face with both hands as he sank back to sit on the windowsill. “I went crazy. For fuck’s sake part of the reason that I’ve forgiven you for so much is because I know what it’s like to have that fucking power. You can’t control it all the time. I know that.”
Icy fingers curled around my heart. Fuck, did he know I was hunting? I’d been so careful, but if he knew he’d never accept the power from me. I didn’t kill in the city if I had a choice. I’d only gone after bad people. It wasn’t like before. A million excuses for why it should be ok flashed through my brain in preparation for my defense when I begged him not to leave me.
“No, I can’t always control it, but it’s easier than it was before.” I can’t meet his eyes, so I focus on a scrap of blue sky over his shoulder and sigh. “I was alone. I had to learn how to handle it by myself. You wouldn’t be alone. You could copy mine, and then you could copy everything else I have. We’d be partners.”
“We’re already partners, Sylar!” He moaned and hit the back of his head on the window’s frame with a thump. He must have picked that up from me. That was classic Gabriel, and I had a tendency to still do that when I was frustrated. I always thought it was better than striking out at someone who hurt me. “Yeah, I’d love to be able to collect powers again. I’d love to be able to fly and use telekinesis at the same time, but the cost is too high.”
“But is it?” I squeezed my eyes shut while I fought the voices in my head. The options and what ifs were cascading around me. What would happen if he said ‘yes’. What would happen if he didn’t, and what would happen if he told me to get out. It’s what drove him mad before. He didn’t know what to do with all the possibilities, but I could show him which thread to follow. “I’m not asking you to kill people, Peter. I’m asking you to be a hero with me, the way you were meant to be. You should be the most powerful special on Earth not me. Your father took that from you. I’m offering you a way to get it back.”
“I tried to kill my mother! I broke your neck!” He got up and paced, but we didn’t have a big enough living room for him to let off much steam that way. His coffee cup hit the sink, shattering into a dozen shards as sharp as his words.
“I got better. I stopped you from hurting her.” Wish I hadn’t, but hell that was a long time ago. I don’t want to kill Angela. I want her to have a long life alone knowing that I’ve taken both of her sons from her.
“I could have killed a shit load of people, Sylar. The only good thing about my father taking my abilities was that he took yours. I couldn’t handle it.” He looked like he was trying to pull his hair out when he ran his fingers through it. He finally met my eyes, and I could see the realization dawn in his. “You’re killing again, aren’t you?”
Suddenly the smell of blood filled my nostrils, and I felt like I was standing there with blood dripping from my hands. I wanted to deny it. It would be so easy to lie to him, but I’d promised not to. His family lied to him constantly, and I hated it so much when people were dishonest with me. I had to tear my eyes from his while I thought of the best way to tell him.
“Don’t bother,” Peter snapped at me. “You can’t even look me in the eyes! It’s true. Fuck, Sylar! You made my mother right about you!”
“No,” I stammered as I walked towards him. “It’s not like it was. I’m not hurting anyone innocent. I’m hunting the bad guys. I swear, Peter.”
“You promised, Sylar. You said you wouldn’t hunt. You said you were in control!”
“I am in control!” It was my turn to lose my temper as I got in his face, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. “I’m not hurting anyone who doesn’t deserve it. I know the difference between good and evil, Peter.”
“Well you would, wouldn’t you?!” He pushed me away from him, and I felt him take a different power from me. If he let regen go, he could get hurt. I could hurt him. I stepped back until my legs hit the coffee table. I was only a couple of feet away from him, but it was better this way. Not that I needed to be within reach to hurt him. I could do it from the other room. “You’re the poster boy for evil.”
“I’m evil! I’m the villain again! Fine! But I’m taking out the others. I’m stopping the next Samuel before he can come to power! How is that being the bad guy? How is that different than a few of your heroes, Peter! I’ve read your comics while you’re at work, and I want to know how it’s different for me.” Reaching behind me I picked up a pile of his comic books from the table and threw them in his face.
“You son of a bitch!” He flew at me, pushing me through the double doors into the bedroom. We landed on the bed with him on top of me. I could feel the heat of his anger as he pinned me down on the bed. He let flying go and took another power from me, holding me down with telekinesis.
“Yeah, takes one to know one, Peter.” I was stronger than he was. Could have broken his hold on me with a single thought, but I didn’t. Mostly I was impressed at how quickly he’d learned to grab exactly what power he needed at a time, but it would wear him out. He didn’t have the stamina to take me out, and he knew it. “Not that I know who my real mother was, but yours is enough of a bitch for us both.”
“You promised me.” His eyes, his beautiful brown eyes were filled with tears of anger. “You said you had control, Sylar.”
“I do have control.” Sort of…I didn’t raise my voice, and I didn’t struggle. “I’m not running through the city hurting anyone who isn’t asking for it. I’m not like I was before. You showed me how to be a hero, Peter. I don’t want to be a villain, but I am a predator. I can’t help that. It’s evolution, and you know it.”
“What gives you the right to decide who lives and dies?” He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me into the mattress. Normally I’d be getting off on this, and I was a little bit more than I should be to tell the truth. Hopefully Peter wouldn’t notice that part. “You’re not god.”
“I know I’m not god, Peter. But I’m the only one who can stop some of them. We’re the only ones who can stop them.” I was pleading now, trying to get him to see the logic, and trying to get him to understand that I was right. “Or it would have been the two of us if your father hadn’t messed you up. I can share everything with you. You’d have the power to stop them. You’d have the power to stop me. Isn’t that what you want? Tell me that you’re not tempted. Go ahead I dare you.”
“Yes,” Peter’s voice was rough as he straddled me in place. “Yes, I’m fucking tempted, and I think I hate you for it.”
“Go head and hate me then.” Reaching up I curled my fingers into his hair and pulled his face to mine and kissed him. He didn’t respond at first, but then his tongue pushed against mine as the kiss depended. “Hate me all you want, but remember that I love you. You’re the only person on the planet that I give a rat’s ass about. Without you, I’m nothing but walking death.”
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