![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Characters: Sylar and Peter Petrelli, mentions of Claire
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 947
Prompt: 35/100 #37 Sound![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
100heroesfics
Kathryn: Silly rabbit. My triumph isn't over her. It's over you.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes: What happens after "I Have Become Death" from Sylar's POV. Inspired bydailyheroes for August 20. This was supposed to be a one shot story, but Sylar had other ideas.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Peter didn’t need a map or a push pin, not like Molly did. Once I knew where we were going I wouldn’t need one either. I’d always wanted Molly’s ability, and I had every intention of taking it when I took Peter’s from him. He was too dangerous and unpredictable. I’d been painted the villain when it has always been Peter’s need to save the world that has brought ruin on us all.
“Sylar why don’t we go back in time and stop her?” Peter asked with that hint of a whine in his voice that he thought the black leather and scar concealed. My brother is a whiner, a dreamer, and no amount of bad ass would ever stick to the Boy Scout.
“Yeah because that’s worked so well for you in the past, Peter.” I scrubbed at my face. I need a shower and a shave. I smelled. But I wouldn’t be doing either until Claire was dead. After I had my revenge, I wasn’t sure whether I would go on living. “So we can splinter reality again? One where Noah doesn’t die, so there can be another version of us out there that isn’t miserable?”
“I was trying to help. I wanted to fix things. You know damned well I didn’t want it to end up how it did.” His guilt hits me like a tsunami. I’m going to need to poke him. I liked it better when he was angry. Rage, anger might lead to the dark side, but they taste so much better than guilt.
“Peter you don’t have the brains to fuck with time. Do what you do best, be cute and stop trying to annoy the fuck out of me. I know you’re trying to push me into killing you.” I cup his face, squeezing his lips into a funny face. “Because if you get me to kill you, you can stop feeling guilty and keep me from finding Claire. Now take us there. I’m done waiting.”
“Killing her won’t bring them back, Gabriel.”
“No it won’t, but I’ll enjoy the fuck out of it.” I let him get away with calling me Gabriel this time. If he had half a brain, he’d have read my mind by now and either run or killed me. But little brother had never been good at juggling abilities like I can. I grabbed his shoulder and squeezed hard enough to leave a bruise. “Now, Peter.”
***
The sound of bells, coins and laughter surrounded us as we appeared. I took a step away from Peter, scanning the crowd of people we suddenly found ourselves among. No one cared. They were used to people flying in and out that a pair teleporting meant nothing to them. Apparently the death of the President and the destruction of Costa Verde meant nothing to these people either as they scurried about looking to get rich or get laid in Sin City.
“Las Vegas?” I asked my brother, as I tried to get my bearings. The casino was enormous, the ceiling went on forever above us before tapering to a point. “The Luxor.”
“Yeah,” Peter said, turning in a circle to take in the ambiance. “Not exactly the place I’d picture Claire hiding.”
“Maybe she’s not hiding.” I started walking, listening through the chaotic din, trying to find Claire’s voice in the miss-mash of languages and conversations going on around us. “Why would she be? She killed you, killed me. She got to do what she’s wanted for a very long time.”
“But Nathan died too. You can’t think she’s happy that Nathan’s dead.”
“Why wouldn’t she be? There was never any love lost between those two.”
“But he was her father.”
“Noah Bennet was her father. Nathan was a sperm donor. We’re not her uncles either. We’re not her family. If we were family would she have done what she did to us? Let’s face it, brother, we’re the only family we have left.” I stopped talking, tilting my head as I thought I heard a few words in her voice somewhere above us. I grabbed his arm, leading him to the concierge desk where I took a map of the casino complex. “Do it again, Peter. We need to get closer.”
“She’s there. She’s in the goddamned spa.” He snatched the map from my hand, spreading it out on the desk, and took a pen to mark the spot.
“I guess I was wrong, there is a little Petrelli in her after all. That’s where mom would be after getting everything she wanted too, having her claws done and sipping champagne.”
“How do you want to do this?” Peter asked as we wove our way through the tourists, down to the back of the building where the spa was secluded. “There are a lot of people in there. I can feel them.”
“I can too. There are at least twenty people in there.” I could hear their distinctive heartbeats and voices. I’d already killed two hundred thousand innocent people because of Claire, what were twenty more? “I go for Claire. You get the distractions out of the way. Use Hiro’s method, grab and port. Get them anywhere but here.”
“You’re not going to…”
“Nuke the place?” I looked into his eyes. “No that’s not personal enough. I want Claire dead. I don’t want to hurt anyone else, unless they are with her. I don’t know if she’s got anyone left from her team after Costa Verde.”
Peter nodded, then did the unexpected and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m sorry, Gabriel. This is all my fault.”
Yes it is, little brother. I’m going to miss you.
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 947
Prompt: 35/100 #37 Sound
100heroesfics Kathryn: Silly rabbit. My triumph isn't over her. It's over you.
scifi_muses Notes: What happens after "I Have Become Death" from Sylar's POV. Inspired by
dailyheroes for August 20. This was supposed to be a one shot story, but Sylar had other ideas. Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Peter didn’t need a map or a push pin, not like Molly did. Once I knew where we were going I wouldn’t need one either. I’d always wanted Molly’s ability, and I had every intention of taking it when I took Peter’s from him. He was too dangerous and unpredictable. I’d been painted the villain when it has always been Peter’s need to save the world that has brought ruin on us all.
“Sylar why don’t we go back in time and stop her?” Peter asked with that hint of a whine in his voice that he thought the black leather and scar concealed. My brother is a whiner, a dreamer, and no amount of bad ass would ever stick to the Boy Scout.
“Yeah because that’s worked so well for you in the past, Peter.” I scrubbed at my face. I need a shower and a shave. I smelled. But I wouldn’t be doing either until Claire was dead. After I had my revenge, I wasn’t sure whether I would go on living. “So we can splinter reality again? One where Noah doesn’t die, so there can be another version of us out there that isn’t miserable?”
“I was trying to help. I wanted to fix things. You know damned well I didn’t want it to end up how it did.” His guilt hits me like a tsunami. I’m going to need to poke him. I liked it better when he was angry. Rage, anger might lead to the dark side, but they taste so much better than guilt.
“Peter you don’t have the brains to fuck with time. Do what you do best, be cute and stop trying to annoy the fuck out of me. I know you’re trying to push me into killing you.” I cup his face, squeezing his lips into a funny face. “Because if you get me to kill you, you can stop feeling guilty and keep me from finding Claire. Now take us there. I’m done waiting.”
“Killing her won’t bring them back, Gabriel.”
“No it won’t, but I’ll enjoy the fuck out of it.” I let him get away with calling me Gabriel this time. If he had half a brain, he’d have read my mind by now and either run or killed me. But little brother had never been good at juggling abilities like I can. I grabbed his shoulder and squeezed hard enough to leave a bruise. “Now, Peter.”
***
The sound of bells, coins and laughter surrounded us as we appeared. I took a step away from Peter, scanning the crowd of people we suddenly found ourselves among. No one cared. They were used to people flying in and out that a pair teleporting meant nothing to them. Apparently the death of the President and the destruction of Costa Verde meant nothing to these people either as they scurried about looking to get rich or get laid in Sin City.
“Las Vegas?” I asked my brother, as I tried to get my bearings. The casino was enormous, the ceiling went on forever above us before tapering to a point. “The Luxor.”
“Yeah,” Peter said, turning in a circle to take in the ambiance. “Not exactly the place I’d picture Claire hiding.”
“Maybe she’s not hiding.” I started walking, listening through the chaotic din, trying to find Claire’s voice in the miss-mash of languages and conversations going on around us. “Why would she be? She killed you, killed me. She got to do what she’s wanted for a very long time.”
“But Nathan died too. You can’t think she’s happy that Nathan’s dead.”
“Why wouldn’t she be? There was never any love lost between those two.”
“But he was her father.”
“Noah Bennet was her father. Nathan was a sperm donor. We’re not her uncles either. We’re not her family. If we were family would she have done what she did to us? Let’s face it, brother, we’re the only family we have left.” I stopped talking, tilting my head as I thought I heard a few words in her voice somewhere above us. I grabbed his arm, leading him to the concierge desk where I took a map of the casino complex. “Do it again, Peter. We need to get closer.”
“She’s there. She’s in the goddamned spa.” He snatched the map from my hand, spreading it out on the desk, and took a pen to mark the spot.
“I guess I was wrong, there is a little Petrelli in her after all. That’s where mom would be after getting everything she wanted too, having her claws done and sipping champagne.”
“How do you want to do this?” Peter asked as we wove our way through the tourists, down to the back of the building where the spa was secluded. “There are a lot of people in there. I can feel them.”
“I can too. There are at least twenty people in there.” I could hear their distinctive heartbeats and voices. I’d already killed two hundred thousand innocent people because of Claire, what were twenty more? “I go for Claire. You get the distractions out of the way. Use Hiro’s method, grab and port. Get them anywhere but here.”
“You’re not going to…”
“Nuke the place?” I looked into his eyes. “No that’s not personal enough. I want Claire dead. I don’t want to hurt anyone else, unless they are with her. I don’t know if she’s got anyone left from her team after Costa Verde.”
Peter nodded, then did the unexpected and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m sorry, Gabriel. This is all my fault.”
Yes it is, little brother. I’m going to miss you.
