Sylar - Gabriel Gray

Character: Future Sylar, Future Peter and Future Hiro
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1300+
Rating: R
Prompts: #016 Sleeping Beauty for 100_fairytales 42/100
Notes: Written from both Sylar and Peter's POV. Set after the battle in Five Years Gone. Written for changehistory who requested the prompt for tarnishedhero.

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Character: Sylar, Heidi
Author: thewatchmaker
Word Count: 851
Rating: R
Prompt: All six Prompts for April on deviant_muses
Notes: After the great battle between Sylar and Peter from Five Years Gone.

The cold was everywhere. My body ached down to the smallest bones in my hands. With a shiver that made my spine crack, and I tried to curl into a ball. My knees slammed into a smooth slick wall. Brushing my fingers against the walls that were much too close for comfort I found the ceiling even closer.

“Jesus Christ!” I swore, banging my forehead on the top of the morgue drawer. My heart beat like thunder in my chest; it felt like my ribs were going to shatter from the pounding. Dead, they thought I was dead.

Calm down Sylar. I twisted on the sliding drawer that was my bed. The slab was warm from the heat of my body. On my hands and knees, I crawled backwards until the toe tag on my foot tapped against the door. I took a deep breath of the chilled air and phased through the heavy door until I landed in a heap on the ugly green tiles of the floor.

I rested there opening my ears to hear if anyone was coming. I could hear the heat beats of lab technicians elsewhere in the building, but there was no one close by. Using my hands I pulled myself up to my feet using the refrigerator doors as a ladder. Tracing my fingers over the label on my drawer, I found the identification number they’d given me. I had no name. They hadn’t even listed me as a John Doe.

Naked. I was naked. Digging through a locker I found a set of scrubs nearly the same green as the floor tiles. Sadly the shoes were too big, so I had to stay barefoot. I found the records with my number on them and looked through the horrific pictures of my blacked and burned body. The sight of all that damage would have made an angel weep if any of them cared about me.

There was no listing of my name, just a brief description of where they’d found me. “The ruins of the Homeland Security Building.” I let out a slow breath. “Oh Peter, what did you do?”

***

I could see the smoldering fires from miles away as I flew back to the battle site where Peter Petrelli and I had our last fight. The place where he’d solved the great mystery of why the President of the United States, his own brother, was rounding up metahumans into camps and prisons. It was the place where he found out that I’d been wearing his brother’s face for the last five years. They’d made it impossible for me to wear my own by naming me as the terrorist that destroyed New York.

Landing at the fringe of the devastation, I felt tears fill my eyes. All that I’d done trying to make the world a better place had been for nothing. It was all in ruins now. There would be a war between the metas and the humans. Neither side would win in the end.

“It was all for nothing,” I said the bitterness on my tongue taking like bile. “All of it.”

“Maybe not all of it?” Turning I saw a woman’s leg poking out from around a tree that had been unscathed in the fight. “Are you so sure it was all for nothing Gabriel?”

“Who are you?” I asked as I walked toward the woman until I could see her face. It was a face I knew well. Heidi Petrelli looked at me, her bright blue eyes glittering with tears. “Heidi.”

“Oh don’t be shy now. You’ve only been sleeping with me for half a decade Sylar. You manipulated me better than Nathan or his mother ever did.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Don’t be silly Sylar.” She got up, her black skirt falling around her knees. “You treated me better than Nathan ever did. At least when you kissed me you weren’t thinking about someone else. They don’t know that you killed Claire. I saw it on the security tapes. Don’t worry no one else did or ever will.”

She laced her fingers through mine and tugged at my arm. “Come on; let’s get you out of here. I don’t know if Peter survived. But if you did, I’m sure he did too. We need to get you someplace safe.”

I followed along with her, my feet healing quickly from any damage they took on the rough ground. “You’re going to protect me? Why?”

“Because I love you,” Heidi beamed up at me. “It might not be the smartest thing. But helping you is the right thing to do. Now shut up and get in the car.”

The darts hit me from all sides. The tranquilizers were so powerful that even my regeneration couldn’t fight them. I crashed to the ground near the limo like all of my bones had been broken. Heidi looked down at me with hatred in her eyes. The last thing I felt was her warm spit on my face. The last thing I saw was Peter Petrelli holding her shoulders.