When Two Worlds Collide (2/7)
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flying_monkeesTitle: When Two Worlds Collide (2/7)
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.
"Sarah Jacobsen came to me about two weeks ago. She explained her power to me then. She…she can transfer one person's consciousness to another person's body." Mohinder watched Peter carefully.
Peter's mind whirled. Standing up he started pacing in a circle.
"I don't understand." Peter said, raking his hand through his hair.
Are you really that stupid Petrelli?
"No, I just-I don't-what?"
"Peter, it means that most likely, Sarah transferred Sylar's consciousness into your mind." Mohinder looked sadly at the pacing man.
Peter stopped, frozen, staring at Mohinder in terror. "You mean…?"
God Petrelli! You really are that stupid! Sylar snarled.
Peter kept staring at Mohinder, hoping and praying that he had misunderstood what the scientist had said.
"I'm afraid so Peter. Sylar is now in your mind, literally. And with his mind gone, his body" Mohinder looked at the form lying on the floor "is most likely in a vegetative state."
"So, what does this mean?"
Are you kidding me?
Peter frowned. "I meant, what does this mean for me, for us? How can we fix this? And stop being a jackass Sylar." Sylar laughed.
"I think I understand what you are trying to get at Peter. You're going to have to find Sarah and bring her back here to put Sylar back into his own body."
"And how are we supposed to find her?"
"I'm not sure. I may be able to ask…"
"Don't say it Mohinder! Somebody doesn't need to know that information." Peter quickly interrupted Mohinder. That's all he needed, for the killer to learn about Molly.
Who is he going to ask? Sylar asked slyly.
"Nobody. Anyways, can this…person…even help us right now? I thought they were incapacitated."
"You're right Peter. Maybe you will be able to use that power yourself?"
"Maybe."
"Otherwise, you're just going to have to do it the old fashioned way. Go out searching."
"A road trip." Peter said dejectedly.
"I'm afraid so."
Sighing, Peter looked out the window. How the hell am I supposed to do this? Bad enough I've got a killer running around in my head, now I have to look for someone I have no clue how to find?
You think this a barrel of laughs for me?
"Will you just shut up?"
"I'm sorry about this Peter. I wish I had better news for you."
"I know Mohinder." Turning away from the window, he looked at the other man. "Any ideas on where I can start?"
"I can give you the last address I have for her. Other than that? No." Mohinder handed Peter a piece of paper with a Connecticut address on it.
"Thanks. I suppose I-we-should get going."
"Good luck. I'll keep an eye on the body for you."
Peter walked out of Mohinder's apartment, his mind still whirling. Just how was he going to deal with this?
Are we going to go or what?
Frowning at the voice in his head, Peter walked down an alley and concentrated on Nathan's face. He quickly flew into the air and turned towards Connecticut.
After flying for a while, Peter landed near the address Mohinder had given him (them). He walked quickly up to the door.
You're not going to just go and ring the doorbell, are you?
"Of course I am, how else am I going to know if she's home?"
Petrelli, if you were any more stupid, they'd have to put you in the Special Ed class! If you ring the bell, she can get away while you're standing at the front door!
"Then what am I supposed to do? Go and blind-side her and tie her up?"
It's a better idea than what you've got planned.
"I'm not like you, I respect other people and…"
Shut up! Jeez, no wonder you've never amounted to anything. Let me handle this.
"In your dreams!"
Sylar just growled. Peter knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again.
See! Now will you let me take care of this?
Peter just gritted his teeth and tried the doorknob. It turned easily in his hands. He entered the house, but he could tell that no one had been there for a while. Damn, she's not here.
Now what?
"I don't know! Why don't you come up with some ideas for once?" Peter snarled. God, I sound insane talking to myself!
Peter searched the house, but it was obvious nobody had been there in days. Looking for any kind of a clue, he stumbled across an address book.
"Maybe this will help." Peter riffled through the pages. "Here's an address that looks newer, we should try there."
Where is it?
"Bozeman, Montana." Peter could feel Sylar flinch. Hmmm, wonder what that's all about. "Look, it's late. Why don't we try and get some rest. It's going to be a long day tomorrow." There was no answer. Shrugging, Peter left the house and went to find a hotel to stay in.
Finding a hotel wasn't much of a challenge. Finding one that was open late and had vacancies was. On the fifth try, Peter finally found a flea-bag motel that had a vacancy. Opening the door, he took off his coat and fell onto the bed with a sigh. At least I can get a good night's sleep.
You could've found a better motel you know.
Ignoring the voice, Peter fell into a deep sleep.
He could hear the voices through the door. They gradually grew louder, more angry. Trying not to cry, he curled into the corner, pulling his blanket over his head. What the...? Where am I? Feeling scared, he tried to shut out the voices, but it was no use. Even his blanket couldn't shut out the violence he could hear through the door. Trying to be brave, he pulled the blanket from his head and rose to his feet. Quietly padding to his bedroom door, he carefully opened it trying not to let it squeak. This isn't my room? Whose room is it? He peeked through the crack.
Mom and dad were fighting. Their voices raised in anger and frustration. He couldn't understand what exactly they were fighting over, but he was sure it had to do with him. Mom always wanted him to be more than he was. Dad just wanted him to be himself. Nothing he ever did seemed to please either of them, so they ended up fighting almost every night.
"Why can't you encourage him? He can be anything he wants to be, but you never give him any praise!"
"Please Virginia! He's a good kid, but he's never going to be anything special! Why can't you just admit it! Our son is going to be an average kid who will grow into an average man. He'll come and work with me at the shop and…"
"NO! I won't let him become ordinary! He's meant for so much more! How can you just let him wallow in mediocrity? My angel can be anything he sets his mind to!"
Peter whimpered. He hated it when they fought. It always made him feel bad; like he should try harder to be a better boy, but every time he tried he ended up hurting one of them. Why couldn't he be the good boy they wanted him to be! What is this? What am I seeing? Peter shifted his weight and his mom looked over at his door.
"Honey, what are you doing up? It's late and you should be asleep." She gave his dad a dirty look "Did we wake you up? I'm sorry angel; mommy and daddy were just talking." Peter could feel the tears start to fall down his face.
"I'm sorry mommy, I just heard…"
"What Gabriel, what did you hear?" Gabriel?
"I just, I just…" Crying, Peter ran into his mom's arms. Who is Gabriel?
"Shh, it's ok Gabriel. Mommy and daddy are sorry that they woke you up. How about I come in and read to you for a while, will that help?" His mom stroked his hair, trying to calm him down. He nodded, unable to say anything. His mom took his hand and led him back into his room. His dad gave a snort and left the apartment.
As his mom tucked him back into bed, he rubbed his eyes. Picking up the bible that sat on his night stand, she started reading to him. Before long, he could feel his eyes getting heavy and he started to fall back asleep.
"Mommy?" He mumbled "I promise I'll be a special boy someday."
Sighing, his mom brushed his bangs out of his eyes. "I know you will Gabriel. Someday you'll be so special and I'll be so proud of you. But now, it's time for five year old boys to be asleep." She kissed him on the forehead "Goodnight my angel." She said as she turned off the lamp.
"Night mommy, I love you."
"I love you too Gabriel."
Peter woke up with a jerk. What the hell was that? Shaking his head, he got up and splashed some water on his face. It felt like a dream, but…oh damn. Peter stared at his reflection. It was a dream, and if it wasn't his, it was Sylar's. How did I…better yet, what exactly did I see? Peter raked his fingers through his hair and crept back into bed. I need sleep. And he closed his eyes.
Sylar stood, bouncing on his toes. Nathan was coming home! He could hardly wait. He missed his big brother something awful and had been waiting all day for him to come through the door. What the hell? Nathan? What's going on here? As soon as the door opened and Sylar saw Nathan, he ran and hugged his brother around the legs.
"Hey Pete! Could you let go a little? Let some circulation through." Nathan said with a chuckle. Gently, he untwined Sylar's arms from around his legs. Squatting down, he gave Sylar a proper hug. "Hey, big guy. How's my favorite little brother?" The warm smile Nathan gave him made happiness bubble up into Sylar's chest. God! How can they stand it? So, so, loving!
"Nathan! You're finally home! I've missed you! Are you staying for a long time? I have to show you my new turtle that Mom let me get. Guess what? I started school and teacher said I'm the smartest boy there!" Sylar gushed out in a single breath.
Nathan laughed. "I'm home for a while Pete, but then I have to go back to school myself. You can show me the turtle after I get a chance to unpack. And then you can tell me all about school before bed. How does that sound?" Someone shoot me, now?! Please?!
"Great! I'll help you unpack." Sylar tried carrying Nathan's suitcase up the stairs, nearly falling backwards from the weight.
Nathan shook his head and placed a hand on Sylar's back to help him keep his balance. When they got to Nathan's room, he grabbed the suitcase from Sylar's hands and put it on the bed.
"You know, I think the unpacking can wait for a little while. Why don't you show me that turtle now?" Sylar practically flew out of the room. Slamming his own bedroom door open, he ran over to the aquarium that his turtle lived in.
"His name is Bob. Mom let me name him, all by myself!" Sylar exclaimed, happiness beaming off his face. Bob? Bob? What kind of name is Bob for a turtle?
"That's a good name Pete. What does he eat?" Sylar took the next hour to tell Nathan what the turtle ate, what he did, how he lived. How can he put up with this? Isn't he bored? Nathan was anything but bored; he seemed to thrive on the attention.
"Peter, Nathan! Dinner time!"
"Hear that Petey boy? Dinner time. Go wash up and I'll see you downstairs." Nathan said, ruffling Sylar's hair.
All during dinner, Sylar kept a running commentary going. Nathan just smiled indulgently and let him ramble. Why doesn't he tell him to shut up? He's driving me nuts! Even their parents seemed on the verge of saying something, but Nathan just smiled.
After dinner, Nathan came into Sylar's room. Tucking him in, he gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"Night Pete."
"Night Nathan. Nathan?" Sylar, love shining in his eyes, looked up at his big brother.
"Yeah Pete?"
"I love you and I'm glad you're home. I missed you something awful."
"I missed you too kiddo. But now it's time for all good five year old boys to be asleep. I'll see you in the morning."
Nathan turned off the light and quietly shut the door.
Sylar woke with a jerk. I don't know what that was, and I hope I never have to see that again. God! So sweet, so sick! Do families really do that? I'd shoot myself. Yawning, Sylar felt himself drift off to sleep.
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.
"Sarah Jacobsen came to me about two weeks ago. She explained her power to me then. She…she can transfer one person's consciousness to another person's body." Mohinder watched Peter carefully.
Peter's mind whirled. Standing up he started pacing in a circle.
"I don't understand." Peter said, raking his hand through his hair.
Are you really that stupid Petrelli?
"No, I just-I don't-what?"
"Peter, it means that most likely, Sarah transferred Sylar's consciousness into your mind." Mohinder looked sadly at the pacing man.
Peter stopped, frozen, staring at Mohinder in terror. "You mean…?"
God Petrelli! You really are that stupid! Sylar snarled.
Peter kept staring at Mohinder, hoping and praying that he had misunderstood what the scientist had said.
"I'm afraid so Peter. Sylar is now in your mind, literally. And with his mind gone, his body" Mohinder looked at the form lying on the floor "is most likely in a vegetative state."
"So, what does this mean?"
Are you kidding me?
Peter frowned. "I meant, what does this mean for me, for us? How can we fix this? And stop being a jackass Sylar." Sylar laughed.
"I think I understand what you are trying to get at Peter. You're going to have to find Sarah and bring her back here to put Sylar back into his own body."
"And how are we supposed to find her?"
"I'm not sure. I may be able to ask…"
"Don't say it Mohinder! Somebody doesn't need to know that information." Peter quickly interrupted Mohinder. That's all he needed, for the killer to learn about Molly.
Who is he going to ask? Sylar asked slyly.
"Nobody. Anyways, can this…person…even help us right now? I thought they were incapacitated."
"You're right Peter. Maybe you will be able to use that power yourself?"
"Maybe."
"Otherwise, you're just going to have to do it the old fashioned way. Go out searching."
"A road trip." Peter said dejectedly.
"I'm afraid so."
Sighing, Peter looked out the window. How the hell am I supposed to do this? Bad enough I've got a killer running around in my head, now I have to look for someone I have no clue how to find?
You think this a barrel of laughs for me?
"Will you just shut up?"
"I'm sorry about this Peter. I wish I had better news for you."
"I know Mohinder." Turning away from the window, he looked at the other man. "Any ideas on where I can start?"
"I can give you the last address I have for her. Other than that? No." Mohinder handed Peter a piece of paper with a Connecticut address on it.
"Thanks. I suppose I-we-should get going."
"Good luck. I'll keep an eye on the body for you."
Peter walked out of Mohinder's apartment, his mind still whirling. Just how was he going to deal with this?
Are we going to go or what?
Frowning at the voice in his head, Peter walked down an alley and concentrated on Nathan's face. He quickly flew into the air and turned towards Connecticut.
After flying for a while, Peter landed near the address Mohinder had given him (them). He walked quickly up to the door.
You're not going to just go and ring the doorbell, are you?
"Of course I am, how else am I going to know if she's home?"
Petrelli, if you were any more stupid, they'd have to put you in the Special Ed class! If you ring the bell, she can get away while you're standing at the front door!
"Then what am I supposed to do? Go and blind-side her and tie her up?"
It's a better idea than what you've got planned.
"I'm not like you, I respect other people and…"
Shut up! Jeez, no wonder you've never amounted to anything. Let me handle this.
"In your dreams!"
Sylar just growled. Peter knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again.
See! Now will you let me take care of this?
Peter just gritted his teeth and tried the doorknob. It turned easily in his hands. He entered the house, but he could tell that no one had been there for a while. Damn, she's not here.
Now what?
"I don't know! Why don't you come up with some ideas for once?" Peter snarled. God, I sound insane talking to myself!
Peter searched the house, but it was obvious nobody had been there in days. Looking for any kind of a clue, he stumbled across an address book.
"Maybe this will help." Peter riffled through the pages. "Here's an address that looks newer, we should try there."
Where is it?
"Bozeman, Montana." Peter could feel Sylar flinch. Hmmm, wonder what that's all about. "Look, it's late. Why don't we try and get some rest. It's going to be a long day tomorrow." There was no answer. Shrugging, Peter left the house and went to find a hotel to stay in.
Finding a hotel wasn't much of a challenge. Finding one that was open late and had vacancies was. On the fifth try, Peter finally found a flea-bag motel that had a vacancy. Opening the door, he took off his coat and fell onto the bed with a sigh. At least I can get a good night's sleep.
You could've found a better motel you know.
Ignoring the voice, Peter fell into a deep sleep.
He could hear the voices through the door. They gradually grew louder, more angry. Trying not to cry, he curled into the corner, pulling his blanket over his head. What the...? Where am I? Feeling scared, he tried to shut out the voices, but it was no use. Even his blanket couldn't shut out the violence he could hear through the door. Trying to be brave, he pulled the blanket from his head and rose to his feet. Quietly padding to his bedroom door, he carefully opened it trying not to let it squeak. This isn't my room? Whose room is it? He peeked through the crack.
Mom and dad were fighting. Their voices raised in anger and frustration. He couldn't understand what exactly they were fighting over, but he was sure it had to do with him. Mom always wanted him to be more than he was. Dad just wanted him to be himself. Nothing he ever did seemed to please either of them, so they ended up fighting almost every night.
"Why can't you encourage him? He can be anything he wants to be, but you never give him any praise!"
"Please Virginia! He's a good kid, but he's never going to be anything special! Why can't you just admit it! Our son is going to be an average kid who will grow into an average man. He'll come and work with me at the shop and…"
"NO! I won't let him become ordinary! He's meant for so much more! How can you just let him wallow in mediocrity? My angel can be anything he sets his mind to!"
Peter whimpered. He hated it when they fought. It always made him feel bad; like he should try harder to be a better boy, but every time he tried he ended up hurting one of them. Why couldn't he be the good boy they wanted him to be! What is this? What am I seeing? Peter shifted his weight and his mom looked over at his door.
"Honey, what are you doing up? It's late and you should be asleep." She gave his dad a dirty look "Did we wake you up? I'm sorry angel; mommy and daddy were just talking." Peter could feel the tears start to fall down his face.
"I'm sorry mommy, I just heard…"
"What Gabriel, what did you hear?" Gabriel?
"I just, I just…" Crying, Peter ran into his mom's arms. Who is Gabriel?
"Shh, it's ok Gabriel. Mommy and daddy are sorry that they woke you up. How about I come in and read to you for a while, will that help?" His mom stroked his hair, trying to calm him down. He nodded, unable to say anything. His mom took his hand and led him back into his room. His dad gave a snort and left the apartment.
As his mom tucked him back into bed, he rubbed his eyes. Picking up the bible that sat on his night stand, she started reading to him. Before long, he could feel his eyes getting heavy and he started to fall back asleep.
"Mommy?" He mumbled "I promise I'll be a special boy someday."
Sighing, his mom brushed his bangs out of his eyes. "I know you will Gabriel. Someday you'll be so special and I'll be so proud of you. But now, it's time for five year old boys to be asleep." She kissed him on the forehead "Goodnight my angel." She said as she turned off the lamp.
"Night mommy, I love you."
"I love you too Gabriel."
Peter woke up with a jerk. What the hell was that? Shaking his head, he got up and splashed some water on his face. It felt like a dream, but…oh damn. Peter stared at his reflection. It was a dream, and if it wasn't his, it was Sylar's. How did I…better yet, what exactly did I see? Peter raked his fingers through his hair and crept back into bed. I need sleep. And he closed his eyes.
Sylar stood, bouncing on his toes. Nathan was coming home! He could hardly wait. He missed his big brother something awful and had been waiting all day for him to come through the door. What the hell? Nathan? What's going on here? As soon as the door opened and Sylar saw Nathan, he ran and hugged his brother around the legs.
"Hey Pete! Could you let go a little? Let some circulation through." Nathan said with a chuckle. Gently, he untwined Sylar's arms from around his legs. Squatting down, he gave Sylar a proper hug. "Hey, big guy. How's my favorite little brother?" The warm smile Nathan gave him made happiness bubble up into Sylar's chest. God! How can they stand it? So, so, loving!
"Nathan! You're finally home! I've missed you! Are you staying for a long time? I have to show you my new turtle that Mom let me get. Guess what? I started school and teacher said I'm the smartest boy there!" Sylar gushed out in a single breath.
Nathan laughed. "I'm home for a while Pete, but then I have to go back to school myself. You can show me the turtle after I get a chance to unpack. And then you can tell me all about school before bed. How does that sound?" Someone shoot me, now?! Please?!
"Great! I'll help you unpack." Sylar tried carrying Nathan's suitcase up the stairs, nearly falling backwards from the weight.
Nathan shook his head and placed a hand on Sylar's back to help him keep his balance. When they got to Nathan's room, he grabbed the suitcase from Sylar's hands and put it on the bed.
"You know, I think the unpacking can wait for a little while. Why don't you show me that turtle now?" Sylar practically flew out of the room. Slamming his own bedroom door open, he ran over to the aquarium that his turtle lived in.
"His name is Bob. Mom let me name him, all by myself!" Sylar exclaimed, happiness beaming off his face. Bob? Bob? What kind of name is Bob for a turtle?
"That's a good name Pete. What does he eat?" Sylar took the next hour to tell Nathan what the turtle ate, what he did, how he lived. How can he put up with this? Isn't he bored? Nathan was anything but bored; he seemed to thrive on the attention.
"Peter, Nathan! Dinner time!"
"Hear that Petey boy? Dinner time. Go wash up and I'll see you downstairs." Nathan said, ruffling Sylar's hair.
All during dinner, Sylar kept a running commentary going. Nathan just smiled indulgently and let him ramble. Why doesn't he tell him to shut up? He's driving me nuts! Even their parents seemed on the verge of saying something, but Nathan just smiled.
After dinner, Nathan came into Sylar's room. Tucking him in, he gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"Night Pete."
"Night Nathan. Nathan?" Sylar, love shining in his eyes, looked up at his big brother.
"Yeah Pete?"
"I love you and I'm glad you're home. I missed you something awful."
"I missed you too kiddo. But now it's time for all good five year old boys to be asleep. I'll see you in the morning."
Nathan turned off the light and quietly shut the door.
Sylar woke with a jerk. I don't know what that was, and I hope I never have to see that again. God! So sweet, so sick! Do families really do that? I'd shoot myself. Yawning, Sylar felt himself drift off to sleep.
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Date: 2007-09-09 12:24 am (UTC)Just what you expect life was like for those two when they were little - beautiful~ and Sylar's dream or should I say Peters? was heartbreaking - so sad and so good, it felt so canon to me that if they ever did flashbacks like this on the show we would def. see something like this. I love the idea of it all, very creative and very intresting concept. I can't wait to read more....
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Date: 2007-09-09 12:34 am (UTC)I can so totally see this for both of them too. And I have to confess, my 7 year old creeped into young Peter. A lot! lol It's exactly how he acts, non-stop commentaries included. :P
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Date: 2007-09-10 10:36 am (UTC)and Lana wants to adopt the little versions of Gabriel and Peter
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Date: 2007-09-10 08:49 pm (UTC)Tell Lana she can adopt, but she has to share custody with me. lol
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Date: 2007-11-25 08:33 pm (UTC)Glad you're liking so far.