watchmakersylar: (Peter/Sylar)
Character: Sylar/Peter
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 896
Rating: R for language and dirty thoughts
Notes: Missing scene from 'the Wall'. SPOILERS FOR THE WALL.
Verse: the wall - that I'm writing with [livejournal.com profile] futureboyscout
Prompt: Sawyer: A tiger can't change his stripes.for [livejournal.com profile] scifi_muses



Bang!

Clang!

Bang!

The peaceful ticking of my clocks, the watches covering my desk is drowned out by your persistent, insistent, hammering on the wall. I can’t shut off my mind. I’m so tired, but each and every time I start to fall asleep, you start up again. My nerves are on edge. My teeth hurt from me grinding them together to keep from screaming at you. I won’t give you the satisfaction of knowing you’re getting to me.

You’ve given me the silent treatment before, and this time I’m going to give it to you. I’m not going to come watch you pounding on that mother fucking wall that you think is real. I’m going to sit here, and I’m going to work on the watches. I don’t care if I have to break them on purpose to have something to do.

I want to feel the outside world. I want to remember a life besides mine, but I can’t. My powers are crippled. I do remember asking Parkman to take them away, and now I can’t use them. You keep saying I’m still going to live forever while you’ll die…

That would be nice, since you’re annoying the hell out of me. But since you’re not really here, I’ll be stuck with your ghost haunting me along with the others now won’t I?

Bang!

Clang!

Bang!

“STOP IT!” I scream so loud I’m surprised the clocks don’t fall off the walls along with a shower of my books. I’m so tired. I can barely focus as I yank on my coat and grab my bag. I don’t know why I carry the stupid thing. I’m not scrounging for food today, but it’s habit. If I’m anything, I am a creature of habit. All the obsessive compulsive fixations I learned from Virginia are surfacing the longer I’m stuck here.

Although the noise echoes everywhere, I know where to find you. You’ll be where you always are, wearing that same tight black shirt that you wear everyday. Even I change clothes, but not you. Not Peter Petrelli. Not Mr. Knows-it-all. He who knows better than I do that this isn’t real, so why should you rest, eat, sleep, or stop making fucking noise so I can…

I come around the corner, ready to tear into you again. This is why you’re doing it. I know it. You can’t stand that I’m not talking to you anymore, but I’m sick of saying the same words over and over again. Sick of you throwing it in my face that I’m remembering things that are Nathan’s life not mine. I’m sick to death of pointing out it’s not my fault that I have those memories to begin with, because it sort of is. If I hadn’t taken your saintly brother, I wouldn’t be haunted by him now. Oh dear Peter, if you knew the things about Nathan that I do what would you think of him then?

I open my mouth to let you have it when I notice the difference. It’s not the wall that’s broken my train of thought. It’s the sight of you, with your shirt off, sweat coating your skin as you swing that sledgehammer into the bricks. All of my attention focuses on the shifting of your muscles, the cords of sinew that go taught with every swing, and the drop of sweat that is running down your spine. My mouth goes dry, and I fall back against the wall, to try to get the vision of you like that out of my head.

“Jesus Christ, Peter.” I murmur, too low for you to hear me over the din of the hammer.

Bang!

Clang!

Bang!

I slide down the wall, where you can’t see me watching you. I want to beat your head against the wall to make you stop. I want to fuck you against the wall to make you scream. I don’t know what to do. I’m so damn tired. I’m so confused.

Drawing my knees up, I wrap my arms around them and close my eyes. The sound of the hammering lulls me to sleep at last.

“Sylar?” I wake up with a start at the sound of your voice, and the touch of your hand on my arm, shaking me. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

“I came to tell you to stop.” My voice cracks as I rub at my eyes. You’re still shirtless, and I can feel my body responding to you in ways I do not want it to. “You’re making too much noise. I can’t sleep.”

“You were sleeping right here when I found you, asshole.” You shoot me another filthy look. “Maybe if you slept less, and helped me we could get out of here?”

“Whatever, Peter.” I snap back, trying to bring back the anger to hide the attraction. “You’ve been at it for six months, Peter, without chipping a single brick. You’re wasting your time. Why don’t you find a new hobby? Something quiet so I can have some peace?”

“You don’t deserve peace,” you shove me again, knocking me off balance before I can get on my feet. “Murderer.”

“Thank you for that, Peter.” I say with a growl as I use the chain link fence to get up. “I might have forgotten why I’m here in hell with you.”

Date: 2010-02-06 08:23 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] brandinsbabe.livejournal.com
oh man, i loved that. peter's anger is so palpable. you've really got an excellent feel for this verse and i'm enjoying it immensely!

Date: 2010-02-06 08:31 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
Thanks hon. This verse is consuming me. There is so much to work from.

Date: 2010-02-06 09:22 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] power-snatch.livejournal.com
Unf. Shirtless Peter hammering at the wall is my canon now XD All these scenes are do realistic, I love it. Can't wait to read more from you two.

Date: 2010-02-06 09:24 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
LOL I can't get the image out of my mind either. Glad you liked it. Thanks!

Date: 2010-02-06 09:56 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] futureboyscout.livejournal.com
Figures you'd be checking me out.

Ass......

Date: 2010-02-06 09:57 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
Don't even get me started on how beautiful your ass is, Twinkie.

Date: 2010-02-06 10:36 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] futureboyscout.livejournal.com
I know you've been touching it while I've been sleeping.

Date: 2010-02-06 10:40 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
It is an epically beautiful ass, Peter. oh nom nom

Date: 2010-02-06 11:41 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] damedbx.livejournal.com
hahaha. cool. :)

Date: 2010-02-06 11:43 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
Thanks for reading, glad you liked it.

Date: 2010-02-08 01:24 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] damedbx.livejournal.com
Ur welcome. :)

Date: 2010-02-07 12:19 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] fadingcookie.livejournal.com
Sylar too "impressed" to act is very much yum. :)

Can't wait for the next part! :D
Yay, wall!

Date: 2010-02-07 12:23 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
I love that damn WALL. It is so inspiring. LOL

Date: 2010-02-07 01:24 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] verizonhorizon.livejournal.com
ext_393041: perfect Spock (petlar)
Reluctantly aroused Sylar is win!

Date: 2010-02-07 01:28 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
So going to have to take care of that soon. LOL

Date: 2010-02-07 04:34 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] casiedearest.livejournal.com
I'm absolutely in love with this huge outbreak of wall fics. I love this, and I think I'm going to try to alter my memory of the actual episode. Peter is now shirtless in every scene lol.

Date: 2010-02-07 04:36 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
LOL I think I want to do that too. Peter needs out of that shirt, and Sylar needs out of the damn coat.

Date: 2010-02-07 04:38 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] casiedearest.livejournal.com
For Real! That damn coat! That was a very Quinto coat, as well. I like him in it, at least, but the boys really needed to be wearing less clothes.

Date: 2010-02-07 04:39 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
Or at least undo a button once in awhile.

Dear god I LOVE your icon!!!!!

Date: 2010-02-07 04:42 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] casiedearest.livejournal.com
I think some undone buttons would have potentially been sexier than losing it completely lol. and Thank you! it gives me concussions. I'll use it again, just for you. I Should go now, before i totally spam up your comment board with...well...comments! lol. I'm super super talkative!

Date: 2010-02-07 04:43 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
That's OK. =D

Date: 2010-02-07 05:10 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] idyllgirl.livejournal.com
shirtless peter and pantsless sylar ARE canon. that's my verse and i'm sticking to it.
i havent been able to stop thinking abou this since you first mentioned it this morning. speter ate my brain today.
:o)

Date: 2010-02-07 05:11 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
LMFAO I'd settle for coatless. But yes Peter's shirt is off in my reality, and I'm licking that drop of sweat off his back.

Date: 2010-02-07 09:28 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] sapphire17.livejournal.com
I'm sure Sylar did get very annoyed if Peter actually kept up the sledge hammering almost non-stop for that many years. I would have gone crazy a loooong time ago.

Peter needs to take his shirt off more often. Sylar, too. xD

Very lovely fic!

Date: 2010-02-07 06:21 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
Well you know how the Petrellis are.... They don't care about other people's needs. :)

Glad you liked it. Thanks for reading.

Date: 2010-03-12 02:59 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] charlene816.livejournal.com
--It’s the sight of you, with your shirt off, sweat coating your skin as you swing that sledgehammer into the bricks. All of my attention focuses on the shifting of your muscles, the cords of sinew that go taught with every swing, and the drop of sweat that is running down your spine.--

Mmmm... *blinks and looks around* Sorry. Totally drifted off there for a mo... several very long moments.

I adore little "scene shots" like these!

Date: 2010-03-12 03:15 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
Sylar is so repressed.

Date: 2010-03-25 08:52 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] doxxed-up.livejournal.com
Um. Finished watching the episode ten minutes ago and started looking for something like this. Thank Lord I wasn't the only one clawing at subtexts...¬///¬

Date: 2010-03-25 04:38 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
Oh no. The Wall spawned a lot of creativity in a lot of us. I can't seem to drag my muse out of it.

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