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thewatchmaker) wrote2011-10-29 01:40 pm
thewatchmaker) wrote2011-10-29 01:40 pm
The Corruption of Peter Petrelli - 5/? - Petlar
Character: Sylar, Peter, and Noah
Genre: Slash
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1500
Rating: R
Prompt: Week 3 -11. Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature's inexorable imperative. - H. G. Wells for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
infinite_muses
Notes: Post series Petlar.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
There was a thump outside of Noah’s door, and he had a gun in his hand before I could blink. It must have been tucked inside of something on his kitchen counter. I jumped up too, ready for anything. I could feel a special through the door, and his power was strong. No one knew I was here, but Noah probably had more enemies than I did. Wouldn’t it be hysterical if I got to prove how trustworthy I’d become by protecting the man who’d killed me at least three times.
Noah glanced back at me, as he walked over to the door. The fatherly persona he’d been using with me was gone, and if there was any doubt that he was as complex as I was, it was gone now. It was the Company Man who was asking me if I would back him up with a nod.
I nodded back, stepping clear of the cheap coffee table while he reached for the door knob. I didn’t know who was out there, but the power sent a familiar shiver of want down my spine.
“Hey Noah!” Peter called out as he knocked on the door. “You there?”
Noah and I exchanged looks one more time. He started chuckling. I started wondering if I could get out the window before he opened the door. But before I could escape, Noah opened the door.
“Sylar?” Peter’s eyes widened when he saw me standing there. He was more surprised to see me than he was that Noah had a gun on him. “What are you doing here?”
“Peter,” Noah chuckled and stepped back to let Peter inside. The gun vanished from sight again, and I was starting to wonder if he didn’t have an ability to hide the damn thing. He was like a Highlander Immortal with his sword. It didn’t matter what they wore, they could still hide a Claymore under their biker jackets.
“I thought you took telekinesis?” I asked him. My face was growing hot. “How did you get here?”
“I did.” He shook his head and handed Noah a six pack of beer and smiled over at me. The smile was good to see, but there was still wariness in his eyes. Christ, if he told Noah that I was killing people, that would be the end of me. Noah would run down to the sushi restaurant, get the biggest cleaver they had, come back and cut my fucking head off. “I also left the apartment without my keys and wallet. Luckily I had my phone, so I called Hiro.”
“Hiro,” I didn’t say anything else. It explained why the power was strong, and why it felt familiar. It’s one that I’ve always wanted, and for a few moments I lost myself wondering if I could learn it from Peter while he had it. I’d never tried to learn a power from Peter. Usually what he had he got from me, so I was very curious. Curious was much better than hungry.
“What are you doing here?” Peter asked as he snatched one of the beers before Noah could put it into the very empty fridge. I watched as he sat down in the chair that Noah had been using, popped the bottle open and took a long drink from it.
“I needed to talk to someone.” No reason to hide it. “And Noah’s….Well, he’s not my friend, but he’s someone I…. who understands me.”
“Really?” That came out as a snort. He might have smiled when he came in, but his temper was simmering beneath the surface. Peter was still very much mad at me. “I wonder if he’s any better at it than I am.”
Noah looked like he wanted to put on his coat and leave the two of us alone in his apartment. I’m sure that he was thrilled that we’d moved our squabble into his territory when we had a perfectly good apartment in New York. He gave Peter’s shoulder a squeeze and took one of the beers for himself. Neither one of them asked me if I wanted one. Peter knew I didn’t much like beer, but Noah could have asked.
“Noah gave me some insights into our situation. I told him what I asked you to do.” I locked my eyes with Peter, silently begging him not to tell Noah the rest.
“Well, this should be interesting then.” Peter gave me a small nod. I took it that he’d keep the killing a secret. He does love me, and he knows what Noah would do. Thank god he’s not mad enough to sell me out. “I came to see Noah because I don’t have anyone that I can talk to about it either.”
“Why don’t I head out then? I was on my way home, and you and Noah can talk.” The guilt for Nathan’s death flared in my gut. I’d taken the person he’d have gone to away from him, and I hoped to hell this didn’t start another round of him hating me for it. He’d forgiven me. I wouldn’t be able to take it if he changed his mind. Hell, I’d tell Noah I was hunting if he did, so Noah could kill me. I pulled my keys out and pressed them into Peter’s hands. “I can let myself in when I get there. Do you want some money?”
“I ported home before I came here, Sylar.” His fingers curled around the keys and then he pressed them back in my hand. “I got my keys and my wallet. I’ll probably be here for awhile, but I’ll be home.”
“OK.” He said he’d be home. I didn’t let go of his hands for at least a minute. I drank in the warmth of his skin, and I could feel that under the anger he still loved me. He wouldn’t tell Noah. I was safe. I caught Noah looking down at the label on his beer, and took that as my signal to steal a kiss from Peter. I smiled and said,” That’s the only way I like the taste of beer. I’ll see you later.”
***
I knew it was a bad cliché, but I decided to cook Peter something special for dinner. I didn’t know when he was coming, so I had to settle for a pot of stew since the longer it simmered in the crock pot the better it would be. There was something calming about chopping up the carrots, onions and potatoes, and I loved the way it smelled. Cooking is one of my favorite things to do, and I know that Peter appreciates it. I’d learned in our Wall years that tuna casserole and macaroni and cheese were about it for Peter’s culinary talents. He was the king of take out.
Once the stew was cooking I tidied up the apartment. We’d left a bit of a mess in the bedroom, and I had to pick up the comics that I’d thrown at him. A few of them were wrinkled, and I felt horrible about that. You don’t damage books, and I’d treated something that was important to him like garbage. I sat them on the kitchen counter and used a few powers to warm them and smooth out the wrinkles. They weren’t perfect, but they were better. I called up the comic shop where he bought them and had them pull all the titles again. I’d go down there tomorrow and pick them up for him.
I was sitting in the window, watching the pigeons on the fire escape when I heard Peter’s keys in the lock. I didn’t rush over to see him when he came through the door although I wanted to. He’d said he was coming home. I knew he’d be here eventually.
“That smells really good,” he said, as he took off his jacket. He saw the comics and gave me a small smile.
“I tried to fix them. I’m sorry. I called the shop where you got them, and I’ll get you replacements tomorrow.”
“Thanks.” He came over to me, and he placed his hand on my cheek and played with my hair. “We can go together, and we can go to the used bookstore after if you want.”
“I’d like that.” I wanted to ask what happened with Noah, but Peter would tell me in his own time.
“Move over,” he said, pushing at my leg, so he could sit in the window too. I shifted, which meant that I pretty much had to straddle the sill, so he could sit between my legs. “Yes, Sylar. I’ll take your power.”
Genre: Slash
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes
Word count: 1500
Rating: R
Prompt: Week 3 -11. Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature's inexorable imperative. - H. G. Wells for
infinite_musesNotes: Post series Petlar.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
There was a thump outside of Noah’s door, and he had a gun in his hand before I could blink. It must have been tucked inside of something on his kitchen counter. I jumped up too, ready for anything. I could feel a special through the door, and his power was strong. No one knew I was here, but Noah probably had more enemies than I did. Wouldn’t it be hysterical if I got to prove how trustworthy I’d become by protecting the man who’d killed me at least three times.
Noah glanced back at me, as he walked over to the door. The fatherly persona he’d been using with me was gone, and if there was any doubt that he was as complex as I was, it was gone now. It was the Company Man who was asking me if I would back him up with a nod.
I nodded back, stepping clear of the cheap coffee table while he reached for the door knob. I didn’t know who was out there, but the power sent a familiar shiver of want down my spine.
“Hey Noah!” Peter called out as he knocked on the door. “You there?”
Noah and I exchanged looks one more time. He started chuckling. I started wondering if I could get out the window before he opened the door. But before I could escape, Noah opened the door.
“Sylar?” Peter’s eyes widened when he saw me standing there. He was more surprised to see me than he was that Noah had a gun on him. “What are you doing here?”
“Peter,” Noah chuckled and stepped back to let Peter inside. The gun vanished from sight again, and I was starting to wonder if he didn’t have an ability to hide the damn thing. He was like a Highlander Immortal with his sword. It didn’t matter what they wore, they could still hide a Claymore under their biker jackets.
“I thought you took telekinesis?” I asked him. My face was growing hot. “How did you get here?”
“I did.” He shook his head and handed Noah a six pack of beer and smiled over at me. The smile was good to see, but there was still wariness in his eyes. Christ, if he told Noah that I was killing people, that would be the end of me. Noah would run down to the sushi restaurant, get the biggest cleaver they had, come back and cut my fucking head off. “I also left the apartment without my keys and wallet. Luckily I had my phone, so I called Hiro.”
“Hiro,” I didn’t say anything else. It explained why the power was strong, and why it felt familiar. It’s one that I’ve always wanted, and for a few moments I lost myself wondering if I could learn it from Peter while he had it. I’d never tried to learn a power from Peter. Usually what he had he got from me, so I was very curious. Curious was much better than hungry.
“What are you doing here?” Peter asked as he snatched one of the beers before Noah could put it into the very empty fridge. I watched as he sat down in the chair that Noah had been using, popped the bottle open and took a long drink from it.
“I needed to talk to someone.” No reason to hide it. “And Noah’s….Well, he’s not my friend, but he’s someone I…. who understands me.”
“Really?” That came out as a snort. He might have smiled when he came in, but his temper was simmering beneath the surface. Peter was still very much mad at me. “I wonder if he’s any better at it than I am.”
Noah looked like he wanted to put on his coat and leave the two of us alone in his apartment. I’m sure that he was thrilled that we’d moved our squabble into his territory when we had a perfectly good apartment in New York. He gave Peter’s shoulder a squeeze and took one of the beers for himself. Neither one of them asked me if I wanted one. Peter knew I didn’t much like beer, but Noah could have asked.
“Noah gave me some insights into our situation. I told him what I asked you to do.” I locked my eyes with Peter, silently begging him not to tell Noah the rest.
“Well, this should be interesting then.” Peter gave me a small nod. I took it that he’d keep the killing a secret. He does love me, and he knows what Noah would do. Thank god he’s not mad enough to sell me out. “I came to see Noah because I don’t have anyone that I can talk to about it either.”
“Why don’t I head out then? I was on my way home, and you and Noah can talk.” The guilt for Nathan’s death flared in my gut. I’d taken the person he’d have gone to away from him, and I hoped to hell this didn’t start another round of him hating me for it. He’d forgiven me. I wouldn’t be able to take it if he changed his mind. Hell, I’d tell Noah I was hunting if he did, so Noah could kill me. I pulled my keys out and pressed them into Peter’s hands. “I can let myself in when I get there. Do you want some money?”
“I ported home before I came here, Sylar.” His fingers curled around the keys and then he pressed them back in my hand. “I got my keys and my wallet. I’ll probably be here for awhile, but I’ll be home.”
“OK.” He said he’d be home. I didn’t let go of his hands for at least a minute. I drank in the warmth of his skin, and I could feel that under the anger he still loved me. He wouldn’t tell Noah. I was safe. I caught Noah looking down at the label on his beer, and took that as my signal to steal a kiss from Peter. I smiled and said,” That’s the only way I like the taste of beer. I’ll see you later.”
***
I knew it was a bad cliché, but I decided to cook Peter something special for dinner. I didn’t know when he was coming, so I had to settle for a pot of stew since the longer it simmered in the crock pot the better it would be. There was something calming about chopping up the carrots, onions and potatoes, and I loved the way it smelled. Cooking is one of my favorite things to do, and I know that Peter appreciates it. I’d learned in our Wall years that tuna casserole and macaroni and cheese were about it for Peter’s culinary talents. He was the king of take out.
Once the stew was cooking I tidied up the apartment. We’d left a bit of a mess in the bedroom, and I had to pick up the comics that I’d thrown at him. A few of them were wrinkled, and I felt horrible about that. You don’t damage books, and I’d treated something that was important to him like garbage. I sat them on the kitchen counter and used a few powers to warm them and smooth out the wrinkles. They weren’t perfect, but they were better. I called up the comic shop where he bought them and had them pull all the titles again. I’d go down there tomorrow and pick them up for him.
I was sitting in the window, watching the pigeons on the fire escape when I heard Peter’s keys in the lock. I didn’t rush over to see him when he came through the door although I wanted to. He’d said he was coming home. I knew he’d be here eventually.
“That smells really good,” he said, as he took off his jacket. He saw the comics and gave me a small smile.
“I tried to fix them. I’m sorry. I called the shop where you got them, and I’ll get you replacements tomorrow.”
“Thanks.” He came over to me, and he placed his hand on my cheek and played with my hair. “We can go together, and we can go to the used bookstore after if you want.”
“I’d like that.” I wanted to ask what happened with Noah, but Peter would tell me in his own time.
“Move over,” he said, pushing at my leg, so he could sit in the window too. I shifted, which meant that I pretty much had to straddle the sill, so he could sit between my legs. “Yes, Sylar. I’ll take your power.”