When Two Worlds Collide (1/7)
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flying_monkeesTitle: When Two Worlds Collide (1/7)
Author: flying_monkees
Rating: PG-13 for now, R or NC-17 later.
Pairing: Peter/Sylar, implied Mylar and Peter/Nathan
Summary: Peter and Sylar find themselves stuck in a very bad situation together.
Spoilers: Season 1 but this is AU.
Warnings: Anger, violence, rape in a later part.
Notes: This is for capn_mactastic since I killed Sylar on him in another story. There is no beta so all mistakes are mine. Any feedback is welcome.
Peter rounded the corner, hoping he was in time. He saw Sylar just ahead, he had already pinned the girl to the wall.
"Stop!" Peter shouted. Sylar turned his head, laughing when he saw Peter racing towards them.
"Why would I do that? You're too late Petrelli." He turned back towards the girl he had trapped. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light.
Peter slowly opened his eyes. What the hell just happened? Sitting up, he looked around. Sylar lay crumpled on the ground just a few feet away, there was no sign of the girl anywhere. At least he didn't kill her. Feeling nauseous, he carefully got too his feet.
He walked over to Sylar and bent down cautiously to check on him. He appeared unconscious, not moving at all. Peter was not about to take any chances. He quickly pulled out his phone….
What the hell….? Sylar groaned.
Peter jerked back from Sylar, expecting him to grab his throat. Sylar didn't move.
Peter bent back down. He knew he'd heard Sylar talk, but there wasn't any reaction from him.
Did I just imagine…
Where am I?
Peter scrambled back. There was something definitely wrong here. He could HEAR Sylar, but he wasn't moving. Am I just hearing his thoughts?
What did you do to me Petrelli! Sylar roared.
"No-Nothing. You're unconscious." Peter felt stupid responding to an unconscious man, but he had been so startled by the question.
What is going on here? Peter looked at the man in confusion. Something's not adding up.
"Can you hear me?"
Of course I can! I'm not deaf!
"Can you move?"
If I could, you'd be dead! Sylar snarled.
Peter heard sirens in the distance; someone must've called the cops.
"Look, I don't know what's going on, but I have to get out of here. And I just can't leave you here to escape and go after someone else, so I'm going to have to take you with me."
Touch me and you die!
"Somehow, right now, I don't think that's much of a threat. I'll have to take you somewhere that I can keep an eye on you and keep you under control."
Where the hell are you taking me?! When I get out of this, I'm going to kill you nice and slow Petrelli!
"Big talk from the man who can't even move. Just shut up and hang on." Peter said as he grabbed a handful of Sylar's coat and lifted him up. He closed his eyes tight, concentrating.
When Peter opened his eyes, he was in Mohinder's apartment. Looking for the geneticist, he could hear the shower going in the bathroom. I better warn him before he freaks out. Peter let go of Sylar's coat, letting him land with a thump onto the floor. Knocking on the bathroom door, he called out.
"Mohinder, its Peter. I need your help."
Mohinder? Why did you bring me here?!
"Just shut up. Mohinder, I really need your help."
"Peter?" He could hear the other man calling out from the shower.
"Yeah, sorry to barge in on you, but I'm in a bind."
"Hang on, I'll be right out."
"Um, before you do, there's something you should know."
"What's that?"
"I had to bring someone here."
"Who?"
"Ah, well…it's kind of hard to explain through a door." Peter could feel himself getting embarrassed. He knew this wasn't going to go well.
Peter took a step back from the bathroom door as it opened. Steam came billowing out in warm clouds. Mohinder, a towel wrapped around his slim hips, came out.
"What's going on Peter? What kind of help…" Mohinder stopped, seeing the body on the floor behind Peter. "Is that who I think it is?" He asked, his voice going cold in an instant.
"Ah, yeah. Listen, I can explain…"
I can't wait to hear this.
"Shut up, will you!" Peter exclaimed, getting upset. Seeing the look in Mohinder's eyes, Peter quickly shook his head. "Not you Mohinder! It's Sylar…"
"I can see that." Ice dripped off of Mohinder's voice.
"No, wait! Ok, here's what happened. Sylar was trying to kill this girl and I tried to stop him and the next thing I knew I woke up, the girl was gone, and Sylar was lying unconscious. I couldn't leave him there to get away again, so I brought him here, hoping you could help me keep him under control."
Mohinder stared at Peter. He felt like an idiot.
"Look, I know it sounds insane, but I can hear Sylar talking even though he's unconscious. I've never been able to do that before."
"Hmm, that's…interesting Peter. Let me go and get dressed. We'll take care of Sylar and figure out what's going on." Mohinder said as he walked into his bedroom.
And just what do you think you can do to keep me from leaving as soon as I wake up?
"I don't know. Mohinder should have some ideas."
Please, as if either of you can stop me. What a pair of idiots.
"Yeah? At least we're still awake." Sylar didn't answer. Mohinder came out of the room, a needle in his hand.
"This is some curare that I had left over from…well, last time. It should do the trick."
Peter watched as Mohinder slid the needle into Sylar's arm.
"So, now what?" Mohinder asked, glancing back at Peter.
"I don't know. Any suggestions?"
Yeah, let me go. This won't work you know.
"Yes it will." Mohinder looked at Peter with confusion in his eyes. "Sylar says it won't work."
"You're still talking to him?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You shouldn't be able too."
"No kidding, that's what I've been trying to tell you."
"No, you don't understand. I gave him a sedative, along with the curare, so we could talk in peace. He's not awake, not even enough to think."
"Huh?" Huh?
Mohinder looked thoughtfully at Peter and then down at Sylar.
"Tell me exactly what happened tonight."
Peter explained everything that had happened. Mohinder looked thoughtful when he was done.
"The girl, what did she look like?"
"She was medium height with red hair. She looked strong for her size."
"I think you meet Sarah."
"Sarah?" Peter asked.
"Yes, she has a very…unique power. I think you two are not going to like what I have to say."
Author: flying_monkees
Rating: PG-13 for now, R or NC-17 later.
Pairing: Peter/Sylar, implied Mylar and Peter/Nathan
Summary: Peter and Sylar find themselves stuck in a very bad situation together.
Spoilers: Season 1 but this is AU.
Warnings: Anger, violence, rape in a later part.
Notes: This is for capn_mactastic since I killed Sylar on him in another story. There is no beta so all mistakes are mine. Any feedback is welcome.
Peter rounded the corner, hoping he was in time. He saw Sylar just ahead, he had already pinned the girl to the wall.
"Stop!" Peter shouted. Sylar turned his head, laughing when he saw Peter racing towards them.
"Why would I do that? You're too late Petrelli." He turned back towards the girl he had trapped. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light.
Peter slowly opened his eyes. What the hell just happened? Sitting up, he looked around. Sylar lay crumpled on the ground just a few feet away, there was no sign of the girl anywhere. At least he didn't kill her. Feeling nauseous, he carefully got too his feet.
He walked over to Sylar and bent down cautiously to check on him. He appeared unconscious, not moving at all. Peter was not about to take any chances. He quickly pulled out his phone….
What the hell….? Sylar groaned.
Peter jerked back from Sylar, expecting him to grab his throat. Sylar didn't move.
Peter bent back down. He knew he'd heard Sylar talk, but there wasn't any reaction from him.
Did I just imagine…
Where am I?
Peter scrambled back. There was something definitely wrong here. He could HEAR Sylar, but he wasn't moving. Am I just hearing his thoughts?
What did you do to me Petrelli! Sylar roared.
"No-Nothing. You're unconscious." Peter felt stupid responding to an unconscious man, but he had been so startled by the question.
What is going on here? Peter looked at the man in confusion. Something's not adding up.
"Can you hear me?"
Of course I can! I'm not deaf!
"Can you move?"
If I could, you'd be dead! Sylar snarled.
Peter heard sirens in the distance; someone must've called the cops.
"Look, I don't know what's going on, but I have to get out of here. And I just can't leave you here to escape and go after someone else, so I'm going to have to take you with me."
Touch me and you die!
"Somehow, right now, I don't think that's much of a threat. I'll have to take you somewhere that I can keep an eye on you and keep you under control."
Where the hell are you taking me?! When I get out of this, I'm going to kill you nice and slow Petrelli!
"Big talk from the man who can't even move. Just shut up and hang on." Peter said as he grabbed a handful of Sylar's coat and lifted him up. He closed his eyes tight, concentrating.
When Peter opened his eyes, he was in Mohinder's apartment. Looking for the geneticist, he could hear the shower going in the bathroom. I better warn him before he freaks out. Peter let go of Sylar's coat, letting him land with a thump onto the floor. Knocking on the bathroom door, he called out.
"Mohinder, its Peter. I need your help."
Mohinder? Why did you bring me here?!
"Just shut up. Mohinder, I really need your help."
"Peter?" He could hear the other man calling out from the shower.
"Yeah, sorry to barge in on you, but I'm in a bind."
"Hang on, I'll be right out."
"Um, before you do, there's something you should know."
"What's that?"
"I had to bring someone here."
"Who?"
"Ah, well…it's kind of hard to explain through a door." Peter could feel himself getting embarrassed. He knew this wasn't going to go well.
Peter took a step back from the bathroom door as it opened. Steam came billowing out in warm clouds. Mohinder, a towel wrapped around his slim hips, came out.
"What's going on Peter? What kind of help…" Mohinder stopped, seeing the body on the floor behind Peter. "Is that who I think it is?" He asked, his voice going cold in an instant.
"Ah, yeah. Listen, I can explain…"
I can't wait to hear this.
"Shut up, will you!" Peter exclaimed, getting upset. Seeing the look in Mohinder's eyes, Peter quickly shook his head. "Not you Mohinder! It's Sylar…"
"I can see that." Ice dripped off of Mohinder's voice.
"No, wait! Ok, here's what happened. Sylar was trying to kill this girl and I tried to stop him and the next thing I knew I woke up, the girl was gone, and Sylar was lying unconscious. I couldn't leave him there to get away again, so I brought him here, hoping you could help me keep him under control."
Mohinder stared at Peter. He felt like an idiot.
"Look, I know it sounds insane, but I can hear Sylar talking even though he's unconscious. I've never been able to do that before."
"Hmm, that's…interesting Peter. Let me go and get dressed. We'll take care of Sylar and figure out what's going on." Mohinder said as he walked into his bedroom.
And just what do you think you can do to keep me from leaving as soon as I wake up?
"I don't know. Mohinder should have some ideas."
Please, as if either of you can stop me. What a pair of idiots.
"Yeah? At least we're still awake." Sylar didn't answer. Mohinder came out of the room, a needle in his hand.
"This is some curare that I had left over from…well, last time. It should do the trick."
Peter watched as Mohinder slid the needle into Sylar's arm.
"So, now what?" Mohinder asked, glancing back at Peter.
"I don't know. Any suggestions?"
Yeah, let me go. This won't work you know.
"Yes it will." Mohinder looked at Peter with confusion in his eyes. "Sylar says it won't work."
"You're still talking to him?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You shouldn't be able too."
"No kidding, that's what I've been trying to tell you."
"No, you don't understand. I gave him a sedative, along with the curare, so we could talk in peace. He's not awake, not even enough to think."
"Huh?" Huh?
Mohinder looked thoughtfully at Peter and then down at Sylar.
"Tell me exactly what happened tonight."
Peter explained everything that had happened. Mohinder looked thoughtful when he was done.
"The girl, what did she look like?"
"She was medium height with red hair. She looked strong for her size."
"I think you meet Sarah."
"Sarah?" Peter asked.
"Yes, she has a very…unique power. I think you two are not going to like what I have to say."
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Date: 2007-09-06 09:52 pm (UTC)Just because I have a taste for tall, dark and psychotic doesn't mean I'm weird... :D
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Date: 2007-09-07 01:41 am (UTC)And if you're weird because of your taste for tall, dark and psychotic, than I'm really in trouble. lol
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Date: 2007-09-07 01:17 am (UTC)If I could, you'd be dead! Sylar snarled. - I lol at that, nice..
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Date: 2007-09-07 01:42 am (UTC)"If I could, you'd be dead! Sylar snarled. - I lol at that, nice."
lol It's one of my favorite lines in the story too.
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Date: 2007-09-07 01:45 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-07 01:26 am (UTC)*hint*Peter and Sylar are two sides of the same coin.
*gives cookies*Can't wait for next chapter!
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Date: 2007-09-07 01:44 am (UTC)You'll just have to wait and see if you're right. I hope it stays interesting for you. Next chapter will be up soon.
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Date: 2007-09-08 07:31 am (UTC)My favorite part was the 'Shut up! Not you, it's Sylar' 'I can see that' exchange between Mohinder and Peter. No clue why, but that's the part I loved.
I can't wait for more.
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Date: 2007-09-08 08:01 am (UTC)I'm glad you like the dialoge, I always feel like I get too talky in my stories.
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Date: 2007-09-08 04:26 pm (UTC)I know you had lack of beta so I just thought I'd point out that in the line "I can't wait too hear this" the "too" should be "to". >_> I'm a bit of a grammar freak at times.
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Date: 2007-09-08 09:51 pm (UTC)Glad you like the story. I hope the rest is just as good for you.
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Date: 2007-11-25 09:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-25 09:20 am (UTC)And I can understand being tired, it's hard to read when everything doubles on you! lol Get some sleep.