The World is Beautiful, But Has a Disease Called Man

[flying_monkees]

Title: The World is Beautiful, But Has a Disease Called Man
Author: flying_monkees
Pairing: Peter/Sylar
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: Heroes does not belong to me no matter how much I wish it did.
Summary: Peter morns for a dying world.
Table/Prompt: Sci-Fi/Disease
A/N:  The title is a quote from Nietzsche and is written for mission_insane.  Beta'd by the ever wonderful flwrpwr_vampyre.

  

Peter stared at the city spread before him, desolate, empty.  There were small pockets of fire here and there, no one to come and put them out.  He hung his head, tears sliding down his face, wanting to do nothing more than to turn back the hands of time, to reset the world.  But it wasn’t possible.

 

He’d tried, so many times.  Each and every time he’d come back to find the same scene, the same emptiness.  He heard a noise behind him, but he didn’t even bother turning around.  There was only one person it could be.

 

“What are you doing here Peter?  It doesn’t do any good, nothing changes.”  The low voice said.  Peter could hear the weariness in it.  It was as tired as he was.

 

“It doesn’t matter, I still have to try.”  Peter whispered, looking up at the sky, seeing the grayness, the heaviness of it.  He let out a tortured sigh before turning around to look at the man behind him.  Sylar stood there, looking ready to drop, eyes bloodshot and hooded.  Peter’s lip curled, walking over to him and putting his hand on the taller man’s shoulder.  “If I don’t try, we won’t know if it can change.”

 

Sylar snorted, looking off to the side, avoiding seeing the city in ruins below them.  “There’s no point Peter.  How many times have you gone back?  How many more will you?  Everything you do still leads to this, you can’t save the world this time Pete.”

 

Peter leaned against Sylar, wrapping his arms around the other man.  He bit back a sob.  Sylar was right, he couldn’t change this.  Everything and everyone he’d loved was gone and no matter what he did, he couldn’t bring them back.  There was only the two of them left in the world.  They’d traveled everywhere, searching, hoping, hating each other at first, wanting to kill the other, unable to.  Peter needed someone to hold on to, to stay connected to.  Sylar…Sylar needed Peter to feel human, to feel a part of the world yet.  After a while their relationship had changed, grown…now they clung to each other, reminding each other why they still tried.

 

Sylar wrapped his arms around Peter, pulling him close.  Peter had practically tortured himself trying to fix his mistake but he just wasn’t able.  He’d let loose a terrible plague, a disease onto the world and he couldn’t take it back.  Even Claire and Adam had been unable to cope, unable to fight off the infection.  Now there was just the two of them, and it wasn’t enough anymore.  Sylar looked out over the city, seeing it with fresh but tired eyes.  The earth was starting to take it back, reclaim its own.  The plants were pushing up through the concrete and asphalt; the wild animals were starting to wander through the streets looking for food.  There was a balance returning to the world, one that hadn’t been there in a long time.  He only hoped that Peter would be able to accept what had happened and move on.

 

Peter buried his face into Sylar chest, tears streaming down his face.  Crying not only for himself, for everything that he’d lost, but for the world and what it had lost.

 

Comments

[flwrpwr-vampyre.livejournal.com]

I just love the end paragraph, it puts everything into such a great perspective. That we all lost, not just Peter.

[flying-monkees.livejournal.com]

Thanks hun! I'm glad you like them, it's what keeps me writing. *grin*

Peter grieves for the himself and the world, seemed kind of fitting.

[pyjamagurl.livejournal.com]

I really love the imagery and sense of hopelessness you portray here. I really like that no matter what he does, Peter can't fix it, and the only person he has left to turn to is Sylar. And I really like that Sylar needs Peter as more than a means to an end.

I think this is quite a beautiful, poignant fic, great work!

[flying-monkees.livejournal.com]

*grins* Thanks so much, that makes it all worthwhile. I was hoping I got the desolution and loneliness across of a world totally void of human life anymore.

Glad you enjoyed. :D