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When Two Worlds Collide (5/7)
Title: When Two Worlds Collide (5/7)
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.
Peter got a cab and asked the cabbie if there were any cheap hotels nearby. He took them to a hotel not too far away. Peter got a room and collapsed onto the bed.
Peter heard the bell above the door ring. Glancing up from the clock he was working on, he saw someone enter the shop. Turning back to the clock, he let his dad take care of the new customer. Where is this? Is this what he did…before?
"Gabriel, can you come out here for a minute?" His dad called.
"Sure, hang on a second." Peter put the gear he had been working on back into the clock. Taking off his glasses, he walked to the front of the store. Looking up, he stopped in his tracks.
"Gabriel, this nice girl said she's a friend of yours. She was wondering if you could do some work on a clock that she has."
Lexi stood on the other side of the counter, looking back at him. Peter could feel his face start to burn from embarrassment. His eyes fell to the countertop.
"Hi Lexi. What are you doing here?" Peter mumbled.
"Hi Gabriel. I heard you were working here with your father, so I thought I'd see if you could fix this clock for me. My grandmother left it to me and I'd really like to get it working again. Can you help me?"
Peter just nodded his head and took the clock from her, still not looking at her. He could see his hands trembling, but hoped she wouldn't notice.
"I'll take a look, see if it's even repairable." He turned away. Taking the clock in back, he took the back off and sat down to study it.
There wasn't really much wrong with the clock, at least, not at first glance. But Peter started to really concentrate on the parts involved. He suddenly saw what was wrong, there was a piece missing, a vital piece. How did he do that? That's, that's just incredible! It wouldn't be hard to fix, but it would take some time to get the part he needed. He went back out front.
"I can fix it Lexi, but it's going to take some time. I don't have the part I need here, I have to special order it. Would-would you be able to come back in a few weeks?" He stammered. He still couldn't look her in the eyes.
"I can do that Gabriel." She started to walk away. She stopped, turning back around. "Say Gabriel, are you busy right now? Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?" She smiled at him.
Peter looked wildly around. He wanted to go, but he was too terrified. He could still hear a voice hissing in his ear, telling him not to even look at Lexi. Peter's dad nudged him. Definitely not a lady kil…err, Casanova.
"Gabriel would love to have a cup of coffee with you Lexi. Go on Gabe, I won't need you here for a little while. Why don't you go and take a break."
Peter looked at his dad with panic in his eyes, but nodded anyways. Grabbing his coat, he followed Lexi out of the shop. They walked in quiet down the block to the coffee shop and ordered drinks. They sat down, Peter still refusing to look Lexi in the eyes.
"Look Gabriel, I have to admit, I had ulterior motives for stopping by your shop today."
Peter glanced up at Lexi, seeing the concern in her eyes. He could feel the heat rising on his face again.
"I've heard disturbing things lately from friends that I had in high school. Things that I hope aren't true, and I just had to ask you about them."
Peter could feel the panic rising in his chest. Please, please don't ask me about the alley… Oh lord, if she asks about that, he will have a nervous breakdown!
"Gabriel did, did Jason ever…" Lexi started to ask, but Peter jumped up from his seat before she could even finish the question.
"I have to go Lexi! I'll see you in a few weeks when your clock is done!" Peter ran out of the coffee shop and back to his dad.
"Gabe! That was fast! Did you and Lexi have a nice talk?" His dad smiled at him.
Peter nodded and went to the back. Picking up Lexi's clock, he could feel the sweat rolling down his back. Please Lexi, don't ever ask me about that! I just-just want to forget. He really is afraid of that. He must never have told anyone. How messed up did that make him? He set her clock off to the side.
For the next week, Peter worked on all the clocks that his dad couldn't fix. His dad had more knowledge than Peter, and it made him uneasy to fix things that his father couldn't. The part for Lexi's clock had come in, but he just couldn't bring himself to do any work on it. If he did, she'd come back and he just couldn't deal with that. His dad just gave him odd looks, questioning looks, but Peter ignored him. He didn't want to talk to his dad about Lexi.
Finally, he couldn't put it off any more. He had to fix Lexi's clock. Taking the part out of the box, he repaired the clock so it ran better than it had originally. Giving a small smile, he set it on the back shelf to wait for Lexi to come and pick it up.
Two days later, Lexi showed up in the shop. Peter saw her enter, but stayed in the back.
"Gabriel, would you please come out here?" His dad called.
Sighing, Peter stood up and straightened his clothes. He really didn't want to see her again, but he wasn't being given much of a choice. He likes this girl, why doesn't he just ask her out? And she seems to like him, that's probably one reason why she came to see him.
"Hi Gabriel. It's nice to see you again." Lexi said, smiling. Peter just nodded back at her. "Your dad called, said the clock was fixed?" Peter took it down from the shelf.
"Here you go. I hope that it's ok." He mumbled, staring down at the floor. His dad took one look at both of their faces and went into the back room.
"Gabriel, will you please look at me?" Peter glanced up at her. "Thank you. We didn't get a chance to finish our conversation before; I'd like to finish it now. Will you please come out for coffee with me again?"
Peter wanted too, he really did, but he knew that Lexi was going to ask him questions he couldn't answer.
"Lexi, I don't think that's a good idea." Peter gulped, feeling his cheeks burn.
"Gabriel, please? I promise, if you don't want to answer a question I won't force you. I just want to talk." Lexi pleaded. Peter looked out the window, afraid to look into her eyes. How can he say no? It would do him some good to talk to someone about what happened.
"All right. If my dad says it's ok for me to go…" He looked back at his dad, begging with his eyes for him to say no.
"Go on Gabe, it's ok. I think I can handle the lunch crowd." His dad chuckled, sweeping his arms out to encompass the empty store. Peter followed Lexi to the coffee shop.
After they got their drinks, they sat down at a table outside. Peter picked nervously at his napkin, shredding it, waiting for Lexi to start talking.
"Gabriel, I tried to ask you before about some things that I had heard. I would like you to answer me now, if you can." Lexi placed her hands over Peter's, stilling his shredding of the napkin. "Gabriel, did-did Jason ever hurt you because of me?"
Peter's mind shut down, all he could hear was the slapping sounds, the feel of fists and feet smashing into him. He tried to pull away from Lexi, but she pressed down on his hands, keeping him captive.
"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about. Jason never…"
"I know he did Gabriel. Please, just tell me."
Peter couldn't. He couldn't tell her what really had happened, so he told her a half truth. He told her about the beatings, the bullying, the notes and letters left on and in his locker. He felt like a large weight had been lifted, but he somehow felt even dirtier for covering for his tormentor. When he was finished, he looked up at Lexi; he could see the pity in her eyes. Don't pity me, please? Just understand. Could this be where things started going really wrong? Or did something else happen to turn him into the monster he became?
Lexi leaned over the table and gently kissed Peter.
"I have to go!" He pulled back from her, standing up. Turning on his heel, he ran to the shop.
As he neared the shop, he slowed. There was an ambulance, with its lights flashing, sitting in the street. Forcing his way through the crowd that had gathered; he saw his dad lying on the floor, paramedics surrounding him.
"Dad!" Peter tried to shove his way inside, but a policeman stopped him.
"You can't go in there yet son."
"That's my dad!" Peter could see the paramedics working on him. He gave the policeman a hard shove and rushed over to him.
"I'm here dad. I'm here." Peter could feel the tears pricking his eyes. I should've been here, why wasn't I here?!
"It's ok Gabriel. I know you're here." His dad whispered to him.
"I'm sorry dad, I'm so sorry!" His voice cracked. He waited for his dad to answer back.
But there was nothing more. The paramedics shook their heads and covered his father with a sheet. Peter could feel the tears flowing down his face. He looked up, seeing Lexi standing in the doorway.
"It's your fault! If I hadn't gone with you, I'd have been here! I never want to see you again!" Peter yelled at Lexi. My fault! It's all my fault! Worthless, no good son! Leaving him to be with some, some girl! Why wasn't I here to save him?! With tears in her eyes, Lexi turned away and left.
Peter opened his eyes, looking around the hotel room. It wasn't her fault though. Even if he had been there, there wasn't much he could've done. Is this why he shuts himself off from everyone? Because he feels so much guilt over not being there when his father died? Peter closed his eyes again.
Sylar dug the toe of his shoe into the ground. He hated these things. With such a large "family" there was always a wedding, a baptism, a funeral to go too. And he hated every single one. Oh, he had loved Nathan and Heidi's wedding and each baptism for the boys was a great day of celebration, but all the others he could just leave behind. He glanced around; he couldn't even remember which relative they were here to see off. Trying to catch Nathan's eye, he walked around the grounds, nodding to relatives he recognized.
"Hey Pete, how's it going?" Nathan sidled up next too him, trying to look somber and not bored.
"I'm bored Nathan, I can't even remember who we're here for. Who are we here for?"
"Uhm, I think it's for Ma's cousin, or something. Hell, I don't even know for sure." Nathan gave a wry chuckle.
"I'm ready to go home. Are we going home soon?" Sylar asked. He sounds like a two-year-old! Does he whine like this all the time when he doesn't get his way?
"Peter! You're 20 years old and you sound like a little kid! Show some respect!" Nathan frowned at him.
"You're right Nathan, I'm sorry." Sylar sighed. "But I would like to go home soon."
"So would I Pete, so would I." Nathan whispered into Sylar's ear. Softly smiling, Nathan walked off to find his wife. Sylar watched him walk away.
Sylar glanced around at the crowd. There was no one he knew very well and he hated talking to family he barely knew. He was just about to head into the house, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw a very pretty girl standing behind him.
"Hi Peter. Do you remember me?" The girl with strawberry-blonde hair asked him. Sylar started to shake his head, but then he did recognize her.
"Greta! Greta Smith! What are you doing here?" Sylar smiled brightly. What kind of lame ass question is that? Idiot!
"Uhm…attending a funeral?" She answered back, gently smiling.
"Oh, err, well…Sorry." Sylar looked embarrassed.
"I know what you're trying to say Peter. Mrs. Simmons and my mother were friends. My mother couldn't make it, so she asked me to attend. Why are you here?"
"Mrs. Simmons and my mother were cousins or something. It's a family thing."
"Would you like to go somewhere and have some coffee?"
Sylar's smile increased. "That would be great! Do you have a car? I came with the family…"
Greta nodded. Sylar tracked down his mother and told her where he was headed.
"Fine Peter, just make sure you are back here by 5 p.m. That's when we are leaving for home."
"Ok Ma." Mama's boy! Greta led the way to her car.
Sylar and Greta talked on the way into town and continued talking when they got to the café. He hadn't realized just how much in common the two of them had. As it got nearer to 5, Sylar was reluctant to leave.
"Look Greta, I'm having a great time. Would you like to get together again?"
"Sure Peter. I'm going to be around home during breaks, we could meet up then?"
"That sounds great Greta. Damn!" Sylar looked at his watch. "I suppose we have to leave if we're going to get back in time."
After Sylar had returned to the house and meet up with his family, he couldn't keep the smile off of his face.
"So Pete, you had a good time?" Nathan asked, putting an arm around him. Sylar felt a shiver roll down his back.
"Not at the funeral, but going and talking with Greta was great. She's really fun to talk too."
"Are you going to see her again?" His mother asked.
"I think so. I hope so anyways." Sylar smiled, looking out the window of the car. He caught himself watching Nathan's reflection. Shaking his head, he laid back into the seat and fell asleep.
Sylar and Greta meet up together whenever they could. Breaks from school and summer vacation and whenever one of them had a few days off. Sylar just couldn't believe how well he got along with her and how great everything seemed to be going. How can such a little whiney baby get so lucky? What do the girls see in him?
But he should've known better. Things like this never seemed to last with him.
"You're breaking up with me? Why?!" Sylar demanded of Greta. They had been going out for almost 7 months at this time and Sylar couldn't see where things had been going wrong.
"Because Peter! You say you love me and we have fun together, but I don't think you're really in this relationship! You always seem to hold back, like you would rather be with someone else!" Greta yelled at him. "I'm tired of playing second fiddle!" Who? Who does she suspect he has a thing for?
"But there is no one else Greta! You know I haven't cheated on you or anything!" Sylar felt exasperated. But there was a little part of his heart that knew she wasn't lying. Could it be? Could she actually have sensed it? Could she have noticed…NO!
"Peter, I didn't want to say anything but there is something there, between you and…well you know who I mean." Greta shook her head. "I hope and pray I'm wrong, but it's there, whether you want to admit it or not." She sighed. "And I'm not going to be your cover just so you can feel better about yourself. Maybe, once you get your feelings sorted out and you know what you truly want, you and I can look each other up again. But until then, I don't want to see or hear from you!"
Sylar winced as she slammed the door behind her. He really did love her, didn't he? She made everything seem okay. So why couldn't he get these feelings to go away! He knew that they weren't right and they definitely weren't reciprocated. Who the hell is he talking about? How can you love someone and think it's wrong? Isn't love supposed to be unconditional? Shaking his head, he picked up his phone.
"Nathan? Greta left me. Can I come over?"
Sylar woke up in Peter's head. He had someone to love him, but somehow he screwed it up? I don't understand. How can you love someone but not love them? It just doesn't make any sense! Sylar sighed. I'll never understand loving someone and throwing it away. What I'd give for someone to…forget it! I don't need anyone or anything! But there was a part of him, in the back of his mind, that called him a liar.
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.
Peter got a cab and asked the cabbie if there were any cheap hotels nearby. He took them to a hotel not too far away. Peter got a room and collapsed onto the bed.
Peter heard the bell above the door ring. Glancing up from the clock he was working on, he saw someone enter the shop. Turning back to the clock, he let his dad take care of the new customer. Where is this? Is this what he did…before?
"Gabriel, can you come out here for a minute?" His dad called.
"Sure, hang on a second." Peter put the gear he had been working on back into the clock. Taking off his glasses, he walked to the front of the store. Looking up, he stopped in his tracks.
"Gabriel, this nice girl said she's a friend of yours. She was wondering if you could do some work on a clock that she has."
Lexi stood on the other side of the counter, looking back at him. Peter could feel his face start to burn from embarrassment. His eyes fell to the countertop.
"Hi Lexi. What are you doing here?" Peter mumbled.
"Hi Gabriel. I heard you were working here with your father, so I thought I'd see if you could fix this clock for me. My grandmother left it to me and I'd really like to get it working again. Can you help me?"
Peter just nodded his head and took the clock from her, still not looking at her. He could see his hands trembling, but hoped she wouldn't notice.
"I'll take a look, see if it's even repairable." He turned away. Taking the clock in back, he took the back off and sat down to study it.
There wasn't really much wrong with the clock, at least, not at first glance. But Peter started to really concentrate on the parts involved. He suddenly saw what was wrong, there was a piece missing, a vital piece. How did he do that? That's, that's just incredible! It wouldn't be hard to fix, but it would take some time to get the part he needed. He went back out front.
"I can fix it Lexi, but it's going to take some time. I don't have the part I need here, I have to special order it. Would-would you be able to come back in a few weeks?" He stammered. He still couldn't look her in the eyes.
"I can do that Gabriel." She started to walk away. She stopped, turning back around. "Say Gabriel, are you busy right now? Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?" She smiled at him.
Peter looked wildly around. He wanted to go, but he was too terrified. He could still hear a voice hissing in his ear, telling him not to even look at Lexi. Peter's dad nudged him. Definitely not a lady kil…err, Casanova.
"Gabriel would love to have a cup of coffee with you Lexi. Go on Gabe, I won't need you here for a little while. Why don't you go and take a break."
Peter looked at his dad with panic in his eyes, but nodded anyways. Grabbing his coat, he followed Lexi out of the shop. They walked in quiet down the block to the coffee shop and ordered drinks. They sat down, Peter still refusing to look Lexi in the eyes.
"Look Gabriel, I have to admit, I had ulterior motives for stopping by your shop today."
Peter glanced up at Lexi, seeing the concern in her eyes. He could feel the heat rising on his face again.
"I've heard disturbing things lately from friends that I had in high school. Things that I hope aren't true, and I just had to ask you about them."
Peter could feel the panic rising in his chest. Please, please don't ask me about the alley… Oh lord, if she asks about that, he will have a nervous breakdown!
"Gabriel did, did Jason ever…" Lexi started to ask, but Peter jumped up from his seat before she could even finish the question.
"I have to go Lexi! I'll see you in a few weeks when your clock is done!" Peter ran out of the coffee shop and back to his dad.
"Gabe! That was fast! Did you and Lexi have a nice talk?" His dad smiled at him.
Peter nodded and went to the back. Picking up Lexi's clock, he could feel the sweat rolling down his back. Please Lexi, don't ever ask me about that! I just-just want to forget. He really is afraid of that. He must never have told anyone. How messed up did that make him? He set her clock off to the side.
For the next week, Peter worked on all the clocks that his dad couldn't fix. His dad had more knowledge than Peter, and it made him uneasy to fix things that his father couldn't. The part for Lexi's clock had come in, but he just couldn't bring himself to do any work on it. If he did, she'd come back and he just couldn't deal with that. His dad just gave him odd looks, questioning looks, but Peter ignored him. He didn't want to talk to his dad about Lexi.
Finally, he couldn't put it off any more. He had to fix Lexi's clock. Taking the part out of the box, he repaired the clock so it ran better than it had originally. Giving a small smile, he set it on the back shelf to wait for Lexi to come and pick it up.
Two days later, Lexi showed up in the shop. Peter saw her enter, but stayed in the back.
"Gabriel, would you please come out here?" His dad called.
Sighing, Peter stood up and straightened his clothes. He really didn't want to see her again, but he wasn't being given much of a choice. He likes this girl, why doesn't he just ask her out? And she seems to like him, that's probably one reason why she came to see him.
"Hi Gabriel. It's nice to see you again." Lexi said, smiling. Peter just nodded back at her. "Your dad called, said the clock was fixed?" Peter took it down from the shelf.
"Here you go. I hope that it's ok." He mumbled, staring down at the floor. His dad took one look at both of their faces and went into the back room.
"Gabriel, will you please look at me?" Peter glanced up at her. "Thank you. We didn't get a chance to finish our conversation before; I'd like to finish it now. Will you please come out for coffee with me again?"
Peter wanted too, he really did, but he knew that Lexi was going to ask him questions he couldn't answer.
"Lexi, I don't think that's a good idea." Peter gulped, feeling his cheeks burn.
"Gabriel, please? I promise, if you don't want to answer a question I won't force you. I just want to talk." Lexi pleaded. Peter looked out the window, afraid to look into her eyes. How can he say no? It would do him some good to talk to someone about what happened.
"All right. If my dad says it's ok for me to go…" He looked back at his dad, begging with his eyes for him to say no.
"Go on Gabe, it's ok. I think I can handle the lunch crowd." His dad chuckled, sweeping his arms out to encompass the empty store. Peter followed Lexi to the coffee shop.
After they got their drinks, they sat down at a table outside. Peter picked nervously at his napkin, shredding it, waiting for Lexi to start talking.
"Gabriel, I tried to ask you before about some things that I had heard. I would like you to answer me now, if you can." Lexi placed her hands over Peter's, stilling his shredding of the napkin. "Gabriel, did-did Jason ever hurt you because of me?"
Peter's mind shut down, all he could hear was the slapping sounds, the feel of fists and feet smashing into him. He tried to pull away from Lexi, but she pressed down on his hands, keeping him captive.
"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about. Jason never…"
"I know he did Gabriel. Please, just tell me."
Peter couldn't. He couldn't tell her what really had happened, so he told her a half truth. He told her about the beatings, the bullying, the notes and letters left on and in his locker. He felt like a large weight had been lifted, but he somehow felt even dirtier for covering for his tormentor. When he was finished, he looked up at Lexi; he could see the pity in her eyes. Don't pity me, please? Just understand. Could this be where things started going really wrong? Or did something else happen to turn him into the monster he became?
Lexi leaned over the table and gently kissed Peter.
"I have to go!" He pulled back from her, standing up. Turning on his heel, he ran to the shop.
As he neared the shop, he slowed. There was an ambulance, with its lights flashing, sitting in the street. Forcing his way through the crowd that had gathered; he saw his dad lying on the floor, paramedics surrounding him.
"Dad!" Peter tried to shove his way inside, but a policeman stopped him.
"You can't go in there yet son."
"That's my dad!" Peter could see the paramedics working on him. He gave the policeman a hard shove and rushed over to him.
"I'm here dad. I'm here." Peter could feel the tears pricking his eyes. I should've been here, why wasn't I here?!
"It's ok Gabriel. I know you're here." His dad whispered to him.
"I'm sorry dad, I'm so sorry!" His voice cracked. He waited for his dad to answer back.
But there was nothing more. The paramedics shook their heads and covered his father with a sheet. Peter could feel the tears flowing down his face. He looked up, seeing Lexi standing in the doorway.
"It's your fault! If I hadn't gone with you, I'd have been here! I never want to see you again!" Peter yelled at Lexi. My fault! It's all my fault! Worthless, no good son! Leaving him to be with some, some girl! Why wasn't I here to save him?! With tears in her eyes, Lexi turned away and left.
Peter opened his eyes, looking around the hotel room. It wasn't her fault though. Even if he had been there, there wasn't much he could've done. Is this why he shuts himself off from everyone? Because he feels so much guilt over not being there when his father died? Peter closed his eyes again.
Sylar dug the toe of his shoe into the ground. He hated these things. With such a large "family" there was always a wedding, a baptism, a funeral to go too. And he hated every single one. Oh, he had loved Nathan and Heidi's wedding and each baptism for the boys was a great day of celebration, but all the others he could just leave behind. He glanced around; he couldn't even remember which relative they were here to see off. Trying to catch Nathan's eye, he walked around the grounds, nodding to relatives he recognized.
"Hey Pete, how's it going?" Nathan sidled up next too him, trying to look somber and not bored.
"I'm bored Nathan, I can't even remember who we're here for. Who are we here for?"
"Uhm, I think it's for Ma's cousin, or something. Hell, I don't even know for sure." Nathan gave a wry chuckle.
"I'm ready to go home. Are we going home soon?" Sylar asked. He sounds like a two-year-old! Does he whine like this all the time when he doesn't get his way?
"Peter! You're 20 years old and you sound like a little kid! Show some respect!" Nathan frowned at him.
"You're right Nathan, I'm sorry." Sylar sighed. "But I would like to go home soon."
"So would I Pete, so would I." Nathan whispered into Sylar's ear. Softly smiling, Nathan walked off to find his wife. Sylar watched him walk away.
Sylar glanced around at the crowd. There was no one he knew very well and he hated talking to family he barely knew. He was just about to head into the house, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw a very pretty girl standing behind him.
"Hi Peter. Do you remember me?" The girl with strawberry-blonde hair asked him. Sylar started to shake his head, but then he did recognize her.
"Greta! Greta Smith! What are you doing here?" Sylar smiled brightly. What kind of lame ass question is that? Idiot!
"Uhm…attending a funeral?" She answered back, gently smiling.
"Oh, err, well…Sorry." Sylar looked embarrassed.
"I know what you're trying to say Peter. Mrs. Simmons and my mother were friends. My mother couldn't make it, so she asked me to attend. Why are you here?"
"Mrs. Simmons and my mother were cousins or something. It's a family thing."
"Would you like to go somewhere and have some coffee?"
Sylar's smile increased. "That would be great! Do you have a car? I came with the family…"
Greta nodded. Sylar tracked down his mother and told her where he was headed.
"Fine Peter, just make sure you are back here by 5 p.m. That's when we are leaving for home."
"Ok Ma." Mama's boy! Greta led the way to her car.
Sylar and Greta talked on the way into town and continued talking when they got to the café. He hadn't realized just how much in common the two of them had. As it got nearer to 5, Sylar was reluctant to leave.
"Look Greta, I'm having a great time. Would you like to get together again?"
"Sure Peter. I'm going to be around home during breaks, we could meet up then?"
"That sounds great Greta. Damn!" Sylar looked at his watch. "I suppose we have to leave if we're going to get back in time."
After Sylar had returned to the house and meet up with his family, he couldn't keep the smile off of his face.
"So Pete, you had a good time?" Nathan asked, putting an arm around him. Sylar felt a shiver roll down his back.
"Not at the funeral, but going and talking with Greta was great. She's really fun to talk too."
"Are you going to see her again?" His mother asked.
"I think so. I hope so anyways." Sylar smiled, looking out the window of the car. He caught himself watching Nathan's reflection. Shaking his head, he laid back into the seat and fell asleep.
Sylar and Greta meet up together whenever they could. Breaks from school and summer vacation and whenever one of them had a few days off. Sylar just couldn't believe how well he got along with her and how great everything seemed to be going. How can such a little whiney baby get so lucky? What do the girls see in him?
But he should've known better. Things like this never seemed to last with him.
"You're breaking up with me? Why?!" Sylar demanded of Greta. They had been going out for almost 7 months at this time and Sylar couldn't see where things had been going wrong.
"Because Peter! You say you love me and we have fun together, but I don't think you're really in this relationship! You always seem to hold back, like you would rather be with someone else!" Greta yelled at him. "I'm tired of playing second fiddle!" Who? Who does she suspect he has a thing for?
"But there is no one else Greta! You know I haven't cheated on you or anything!" Sylar felt exasperated. But there was a little part of his heart that knew she wasn't lying. Could it be? Could she actually have sensed it? Could she have noticed…NO!
"Peter, I didn't want to say anything but there is something there, between you and…well you know who I mean." Greta shook her head. "I hope and pray I'm wrong, but it's there, whether you want to admit it or not." She sighed. "And I'm not going to be your cover just so you can feel better about yourself. Maybe, once you get your feelings sorted out and you know what you truly want, you and I can look each other up again. But until then, I don't want to see or hear from you!"
Sylar winced as she slammed the door behind her. He really did love her, didn't he? She made everything seem okay. So why couldn't he get these feelings to go away! He knew that they weren't right and they definitely weren't reciprocated. Who the hell is he talking about? How can you love someone and think it's wrong? Isn't love supposed to be unconditional? Shaking his head, he picked up his phone.
"Nathan? Greta left me. Can I come over?"
Sylar woke up in Peter's head. He had someone to love him, but somehow he screwed it up? I don't understand. How can you love someone but not love them? It just doesn't make any sense! Sylar sighed. I'll never understand loving someone and throwing it away. What I'd give for someone to…forget it! I don't need anyone or anything! But there was a part of him, in the back of his mind, that called him a liar.
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*eagerly waits for the next part*
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Glad you like, and glad the detail didn't go overboard, I was a little worried. :D
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The way you have each one of them seeing the others memories, being them, is just..fantastic. And Gabriel's past, it's just so...heart breaking and perfect! I adore it so much, can't wait for another chapter!
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At least that's another Godzilla plot bunny dead. Now, just to kill the other half-dozen running around the house... *giggles while getting the shotgun*
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ohhh those poor little bunnies...
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And don't feel sorry for those darn bunnies, they need to die! *blood bath!*