When Two Worlds Collide (4/7)
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flying_monkeesTitle: When Two Worlds Collide (4/7)
Author: flying_monkees
Rating: PG-13
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.
Notes: This is for capn_mactastic. There is no beta so all mistakes are mine. Any feedback is welcome.
Morning seemed to come quickly. Peter groggily got up and stumbled into the shower. Getting the water as hot as it would go, he stood under it, letting the water wipe away the cobwebs.
At least he's not awake, snapping at me. I wonder if he sleeps…
Is it morning already? Are we going to go soon? I want out!
Peter could hear the tiredness in Sylar's voice. He must not be getting any rest either. He toweled off and got dressed.
How much further do we have to go? I'm getting really tired of seeing your ugly face in the mirror.
"Shut up. This is no picnic for me either! I think we'll be in San Francisco by early afternoon. But I have no idea where to go from there."
What about this--power--that Mohinder mentioned. I'd like to see how that works… Sylar said slyly, but Peter wasn't fooled. He was afraid if he used the power while Sylar was in his head, he'd have access to it.
"I don't think I can use that one. I-I don't have enough control over it yet."
Liar!
"Prove it." Peter opened the door and walked around to the side of the motel. There weren't any cars here and he couldn't see any people. He concentrated and took to the sky.
Parts of San Francisco were encased in fog. Good thing, it makes it easier to land. Peter landed in the middle of a park. The fog made it seem like he was the only person left in the world.
Now what? You get us here with no idea of where she is. Do you ever think Petrelli?
"I think all the time. You need to shut up once in a while." Peter looked around "I guess we're just going to have to see if we can find someone that knows her." The fog was slowly lifting, making everything come into focus.
That's like finding a needle in a haystack. We can't just search all of San Francisco hoping to find her. There's got to be a better way. If you'd just let me…
"I don't think so. You're just going to have to trust me." Sylar just snorted at him.
Peter really didn't want to use Molly's power, but he couldn't think of any other way to find Sarah. What if he can use it after this? That's going to make things really ugly. But what other choice do I have?
He walked down the street, looking for a bookstore. He finally found one and went in to buy a city map book. Taking it back outside, he sat on a bench.
What are you doing?
"Nothing, just be quiet."
Peter concentrated on Molly's face. He could feel the power tingling along his nerves. It always gave him a rush when he used a power.
Whoa! What is that? I've-I've never felt anything like that before…
Peter ignored him and started concentrating on Sarah. Maybe if he did this quick enough, Sylar couldn't pull in the power. He could feel the compass in his head start to pinpoint where Sarah was. Taking a pen out of his jacket pocket, he held it over the open book. Suddenly, the pen jabbed down.
There you are! Peter thought triumphantly.
How-what-where? Sylar stumbled.
"Never mind, let's go." Peter memorized the tangle of streets surrounding the pen's mark. Looking around, he managed to catch a cabbie's attention. He got in and told the cabbie to take them to where Sarah was.
I need to get me some of that! Where did you…
"I'm not telling you, so knock it off!" Peter hissed, hoping that the cabbie couldn't hear him. Just what I need, for him to think I'm nuts! Peter could feel Sylar trying to work on getting Molly's power from him. He tried putting up mental blocks to stop him.
That's not fair! I just want to see how that works!
"Too bad."
"Here you are bud. That'll be $33." Peter paid the cabbie and quickly got out.
They were at a mall. People milled around, doing their shopping. Peter scanned the crowd, trying to spot the red hair that he remembered. All of a sudden, he got a mental picture that was so clear it seemed like she was standing in front of him.
"What the hell?!" He exclaimed. People around him gave him a funny look, but then went back to their shopping.
I was just trying to help. Sylar said, sounding sulky. You didn't seem to remember what she looked like, so I gave you a better picture.
"Why are you trying to help?" Peter frowned. That doesn't seem like something he'd do.
Because, I want out! Sylar snarled. Because having to sit and listen to your whining is driving me insane! I thought you might appreciate the help, but if you'd rather be stuck together longer…
Peter grimaced. "Fine, just give me some warning. It's a little unnerving you know."
Whatever.
Peter sighed. He didn't see anyone that looked like Sarah. He started wandering around, looking in stores and watching people that passed.
They walked around the mall twice. Peter didn't see Sarah.
"She must've left."
Now what? Are you going to try and find her again? Peter could feel the slyness coming off of Sylar's voice. Like a damn fox!
"I guess I don't have much choice. She's not here and we have to find her." Peter sat down and opened the map book again. The pen jabbed down in a new spot.
"Looks like she's on the other end of the city! Damn, we just can't seem to catch a break!" Peter snapped the book closed.
Let's go already then! I'm not getting any younger here.
"Shut up."
Peter went outside the mall and hailed another cab. Watching the meter tick, he realized he was going to need to stop at an ATM soon; he didn't have much cash left on him.
What are we going to do when we find her? It's not like she's going to come willingly. I have a few suggestions…
"Like I'm going to listen to anything you have to say. It's all your fault that we're in this mess." Peter glanced up and saw the cabbie staring at him. Shrugging his shoulders he closed his eyes. After about 30 minutes, the cabbie stopped at a row of restaurants, the ocean glimmering nearby.
Peter paid him, looking around for an ATM. Spotting one, he went over and started to get some cash. Stopping just before he put his pin number in, he looked down at the ground.
"Can you not look Sylar?"
Why? Afraid I'm going to steal all your money? Don't make me laugh. There's only one thing you have that I want, and it's not in a machine.
"Fine. Whatever." Peter put in his pin number and grabbed his money. He hoped Nathan wasn't looking for him. This would be a good way to find him.
So now what? We just wander again? Don't you ever have a plan Petrelli?
"I have a plan, but you're not helping any." Peter said, exasperated.
Fine, you want a plan? You want help? Here!
Before Peter could do anything to stop him, Sylar took control. He concentrated his hearing, trying to find that one heartbeat out of all the others he could recognize. Not hearing it, he started walking around.
What the hell?! What just happened? And how are you doing that? I didn't know you had super-hearing!
"It's your turn to shut up Petrelli! Let me do my thing." Sylar growled. Peter could feel the power coursing through his body. He hadn't realized just how much control Sylar had over his powers.
Sylar kept pacing up and down the streets, trying to find that single heartbeat, but unable too.
"I don't think she's here! What good are you Petrelli?! By the time we get to were you say she is she's gone!"
Sorry. I told you I don't have very good control over that power. And there's nothing I can do to keep her from moving after I look for her.
Sylar snorted. Shaking his head, he headed back towards the first restaurant they had been at. Suddenly he stopped. Narrowing his eyes, he concentrated.
"There you are." He whispered.
Where?
"Don't worry, I've got her." Sylar grinned wolfishly, starting down the street and crossing to the other side. Peter could see the red hair, half a block ahead of them.
Stop! You can't! You'll scare her off and then what'll we do?
Sylar just ignored him, quickly gaining ground on the girl. Peter struggled to gain back control, but he was too strong. Peter frantically tried to think of something, some way of stopping Sylar. His mind finally found something that might work, if only he could do it without Sylar realizing…
The bicyclist that had been pacing them suddenly swerved onto the sidewalk. Ramming into Sylar, it knocked him onto the tables of the restaurant they had been passing. As Peter had hoped, it stunned him long enough for him to gain back control.
That was dirty pool! Sylar snarled.
"Sorry, all's fair in love and war. And this is war!" Peter looked down the block, hoping to still see the red hair, but it was gone. "Damn it Sylar! Now we've lost her!"
We? You're the one who did this! I had her in sight and would've froze her in place so we could catch her…
"And then what? I doubt you would've just let her go."
I wouldn't have hurt her, at least not until I got back in my own body.
Peter frowned. "And that's why I had to stop you."
Damn it Petrelli! You've lost our only chance on catching her!
"I doubt it. We'll find her again, and when we do, I'll do the talking!" Peter glanced around "I'm getting hungry, let's eat." Sylar just sighed.
After Peter had eaten his tofu burger, he sat outside in the warm air. Opening the map book, he considered trying to find Sarah again but he was tired. Fighting Sylar before had taken more out of him than he thought.
Now what?
Peter sighed. "I don't know. We could try and find her again, but it's getting late. And I don't know about you, but I'm getting tired."
Jeez Petrelli is that all you do? Eat and sleep? I want to catch this girl and get out of this living hell!
"No, that's not all I do! But if we don't get any sleep or eat, we'll both be out of commission. Then what would we do? We wouldn't be able to find Sarah than either. And we'd be stuck together for longer yet."
Fine, but can you at least pick a decent hotel this time? I'm tired of trying to sleep in roach infested rooms.
"Nag, nag, nag. I don't see you helping to pay for these rooms."
You want me to help pay? Fine, just let me go and…
"I don't think so. You're just going to have to suffer with what I can afford." Peter looked around, trying to find a cheap looking hotel. "Let's see if we can find something."
Author: flying_monkees
Rating: PG-13
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.
Notes: This is for capn_mactastic. There is no beta so all mistakes are mine. Any feedback is welcome.
Morning seemed to come quickly. Peter groggily got up and stumbled into the shower. Getting the water as hot as it would go, he stood under it, letting the water wipe away the cobwebs.
At least he's not awake, snapping at me. I wonder if he sleeps…
Is it morning already? Are we going to go soon? I want out!
Peter could hear the tiredness in Sylar's voice. He must not be getting any rest either. He toweled off and got dressed.
How much further do we have to go? I'm getting really tired of seeing your ugly face in the mirror.
"Shut up. This is no picnic for me either! I think we'll be in San Francisco by early afternoon. But I have no idea where to go from there."
What about this--power--that Mohinder mentioned. I'd like to see how that works… Sylar said slyly, but Peter wasn't fooled. He was afraid if he used the power while Sylar was in his head, he'd have access to it.
"I don't think I can use that one. I-I don't have enough control over it yet."
Liar!
"Prove it." Peter opened the door and walked around to the side of the motel. There weren't any cars here and he couldn't see any people. He concentrated and took to the sky.
Parts of San Francisco were encased in fog. Good thing, it makes it easier to land. Peter landed in the middle of a park. The fog made it seem like he was the only person left in the world.
Now what? You get us here with no idea of where she is. Do you ever think Petrelli?
"I think all the time. You need to shut up once in a while." Peter looked around "I guess we're just going to have to see if we can find someone that knows her." The fog was slowly lifting, making everything come into focus.
That's like finding a needle in a haystack. We can't just search all of San Francisco hoping to find her. There's got to be a better way. If you'd just let me…
"I don't think so. You're just going to have to trust me." Sylar just snorted at him.
Peter really didn't want to use Molly's power, but he couldn't think of any other way to find Sarah. What if he can use it after this? That's going to make things really ugly. But what other choice do I have?
He walked down the street, looking for a bookstore. He finally found one and went in to buy a city map book. Taking it back outside, he sat on a bench.
What are you doing?
"Nothing, just be quiet."
Peter concentrated on Molly's face. He could feel the power tingling along his nerves. It always gave him a rush when he used a power.
Whoa! What is that? I've-I've never felt anything like that before…
Peter ignored him and started concentrating on Sarah. Maybe if he did this quick enough, Sylar couldn't pull in the power. He could feel the compass in his head start to pinpoint where Sarah was. Taking a pen out of his jacket pocket, he held it over the open book. Suddenly, the pen jabbed down.
There you are! Peter thought triumphantly.
How-what-where? Sylar stumbled.
"Never mind, let's go." Peter memorized the tangle of streets surrounding the pen's mark. Looking around, he managed to catch a cabbie's attention. He got in and told the cabbie to take them to where Sarah was.
I need to get me some of that! Where did you…
"I'm not telling you, so knock it off!" Peter hissed, hoping that the cabbie couldn't hear him. Just what I need, for him to think I'm nuts! Peter could feel Sylar trying to work on getting Molly's power from him. He tried putting up mental blocks to stop him.
That's not fair! I just want to see how that works!
"Too bad."
"Here you are bud. That'll be $33." Peter paid the cabbie and quickly got out.
They were at a mall. People milled around, doing their shopping. Peter scanned the crowd, trying to spot the red hair that he remembered. All of a sudden, he got a mental picture that was so clear it seemed like she was standing in front of him.
"What the hell?!" He exclaimed. People around him gave him a funny look, but then went back to their shopping.
I was just trying to help. Sylar said, sounding sulky. You didn't seem to remember what she looked like, so I gave you a better picture.
"Why are you trying to help?" Peter frowned. That doesn't seem like something he'd do.
Because, I want out! Sylar snarled. Because having to sit and listen to your whining is driving me insane! I thought you might appreciate the help, but if you'd rather be stuck together longer…
Peter grimaced. "Fine, just give me some warning. It's a little unnerving you know."
Whatever.
Peter sighed. He didn't see anyone that looked like Sarah. He started wandering around, looking in stores and watching people that passed.
They walked around the mall twice. Peter didn't see Sarah.
"She must've left."
Now what? Are you going to try and find her again? Peter could feel the slyness coming off of Sylar's voice. Like a damn fox!
"I guess I don't have much choice. She's not here and we have to find her." Peter sat down and opened the map book again. The pen jabbed down in a new spot.
"Looks like she's on the other end of the city! Damn, we just can't seem to catch a break!" Peter snapped the book closed.
Let's go already then! I'm not getting any younger here.
"Shut up."
Peter went outside the mall and hailed another cab. Watching the meter tick, he realized he was going to need to stop at an ATM soon; he didn't have much cash left on him.
What are we going to do when we find her? It's not like she's going to come willingly. I have a few suggestions…
"Like I'm going to listen to anything you have to say. It's all your fault that we're in this mess." Peter glanced up and saw the cabbie staring at him. Shrugging his shoulders he closed his eyes. After about 30 minutes, the cabbie stopped at a row of restaurants, the ocean glimmering nearby.
Peter paid him, looking around for an ATM. Spotting one, he went over and started to get some cash. Stopping just before he put his pin number in, he looked down at the ground.
"Can you not look Sylar?"
Why? Afraid I'm going to steal all your money? Don't make me laugh. There's only one thing you have that I want, and it's not in a machine.
"Fine. Whatever." Peter put in his pin number and grabbed his money. He hoped Nathan wasn't looking for him. This would be a good way to find him.
So now what? We just wander again? Don't you ever have a plan Petrelli?
"I have a plan, but you're not helping any." Peter said, exasperated.
Fine, you want a plan? You want help? Here!
Before Peter could do anything to stop him, Sylar took control. He concentrated his hearing, trying to find that one heartbeat out of all the others he could recognize. Not hearing it, he started walking around.
What the hell?! What just happened? And how are you doing that? I didn't know you had super-hearing!
"It's your turn to shut up Petrelli! Let me do my thing." Sylar growled. Peter could feel the power coursing through his body. He hadn't realized just how much control Sylar had over his powers.
Sylar kept pacing up and down the streets, trying to find that single heartbeat, but unable too.
"I don't think she's here! What good are you Petrelli?! By the time we get to were you say she is she's gone!"
Sorry. I told you I don't have very good control over that power. And there's nothing I can do to keep her from moving after I look for her.
Sylar snorted. Shaking his head, he headed back towards the first restaurant they had been at. Suddenly he stopped. Narrowing his eyes, he concentrated.
"There you are." He whispered.
Where?
"Don't worry, I've got her." Sylar grinned wolfishly, starting down the street and crossing to the other side. Peter could see the red hair, half a block ahead of them.
Stop! You can't! You'll scare her off and then what'll we do?
Sylar just ignored him, quickly gaining ground on the girl. Peter struggled to gain back control, but he was too strong. Peter frantically tried to think of something, some way of stopping Sylar. His mind finally found something that might work, if only he could do it without Sylar realizing…
The bicyclist that had been pacing them suddenly swerved onto the sidewalk. Ramming into Sylar, it knocked him onto the tables of the restaurant they had been passing. As Peter had hoped, it stunned him long enough for him to gain back control.
That was dirty pool! Sylar snarled.
"Sorry, all's fair in love and war. And this is war!" Peter looked down the block, hoping to still see the red hair, but it was gone. "Damn it Sylar! Now we've lost her!"
We? You're the one who did this! I had her in sight and would've froze her in place so we could catch her…
"And then what? I doubt you would've just let her go."
I wouldn't have hurt her, at least not until I got back in my own body.
Peter frowned. "And that's why I had to stop you."
Damn it Petrelli! You've lost our only chance on catching her!
"I doubt it. We'll find her again, and when we do, I'll do the talking!" Peter glanced around "I'm getting hungry, let's eat." Sylar just sighed.
After Peter had eaten his tofu burger, he sat outside in the warm air. Opening the map book, he considered trying to find Sarah again but he was tired. Fighting Sylar before had taken more out of him than he thought.
Now what?
Peter sighed. "I don't know. We could try and find her again, but it's getting late. And I don't know about you, but I'm getting tired."
Jeez Petrelli is that all you do? Eat and sleep? I want to catch this girl and get out of this living hell!
"No, that's not all I do! But if we don't get any sleep or eat, we'll both be out of commission. Then what would we do? We wouldn't be able to find Sarah than either. And we'd be stuck together for longer yet."
Fine, but can you at least pick a decent hotel this time? I'm tired of trying to sleep in roach infested rooms.
"Nag, nag, nag. I don't see you helping to pay for these rooms."
You want me to help pay? Fine, just let me go and…
"I don't think so. You're just going to have to suffer with what I can afford." Peter looked around, trying to find a cheap looking hotel. "Let's see if we can find something."
