When Two Worlds Collide (6/7)

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide (6/7)
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. Sorry to anyone that lives in San Francisco, never been there, so I just made it my own. There is no beta so all mistakes are mine. Any feedback is welcome.



Sylar woke up before Peter in the grey fog that passed as morning in San Francisco. Groggy and without thought, he got out of bed and padded to the shower. It wasn't until the warm water hit him that it dawned on him that he had control, that Peter was asleep in his mind and that Sylar was moving their shared body. His eyes widening, he quickly shut off the water and toweled dry.

If I hurry, I may be able to, to… But then he stopped. What could he do? Granted, he had Peter's body and he'd proved that he could use his powers in it, but what exactly could he do? Thinking as he got dressed, he left the hotel room.

Outside, everything looked washed out, a dingy-grey. Turning the collar of his jacket up, he started walking down the street. It felt good to be free, to move where he wanted to for a change. And to not be afraid that someone would recognize him. If they looked, all they would see was pretty-boy Petrelli. It was tempting to cause trouble, to take Peter down a few pegs. But that would cause unwanted attention, something that Sylar really didn't want at this time.

But there was one thing he wanted to do and he doubted Peter would let him if he were awake. Flipping open Peter's phone, he dialed a number.

"Hello?" Mohinder's voice sounded distant over the cell phone.

"Mohinder." Sylar closed his eyes, letting the soft, accented voice settle over him.

"Peter? What is it? Is everything alright?" Concern entered Mohinder's voice.

"Everything's fine. I just-just wanted to check in with you." Damn you Petrelli! Of course Mohinder would think it was Peter and not him. But this could make for an interesting conversation.

"Everything is fine here. No one has come asking questions and our 'guest' is doing just fine."

Sylar chuckled. "I suppose so. We almost had Sarah yesterday, but Sylar" he winced "let her get away because he wasn't cooperating." He waited to see what Mohinder would say.

"That's not surprising. How are you two getting along? Is he being cooperative otherwise? Or is he making things harder for you."

"We're-we're getting along I guess. He's being a total ass most of the time and he's caused some trouble, but nothing I couldn't handle." Sylar could feel the anger towards Peter rise up in him.

"Just don't let him get the upper hand. You need to make sure that he doesn't cause trouble. And if he gains control, you'll have to do what you can to get it back. And whatever you do, don't let him go after anyone! We don't know if he can pull any powers from you or not. We don't want him using your powers against you or hurting anyone as you!"

Damn it Mohinder, why can't you let me 'fix' people? They don't deserve their powers! Why do you have to make this so hard?!

"I'll try not too. Mohinder?" Sylar asked hesitantly.

"Yes?"

"I miss you."

There was silence on the other end. Sylar looked at the phone, afraid that he had lost the connection.

"Mohinder? I'm sorry. That didn't-I didn't mean too…"

"It's alright Peter. I better go."

"Wait! Please?!" Sylar panicked. He could hear the sigh on the other end.

"Peter, we've talked about this. Until I can straighten out my feelings for-for…I just can't have this conversation again." Mohinder's voice seemed to crack.

"I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again." Sylar could feel a warmth flow through him. "I better go; I think he's waking up."

"Goodbye Peter."

"Goodbye Mohinder." Sylar closed the phone.

So. Mohinder's turned Petrelli down. Interesting. A shark's grin crossed Sylar's face. And he has to straighten out his feelings for 'someone'. Even more interesting. Sylar could feel Peter starting to wake up. He turned down another street, seeing a café that they could eat in.

"About time you woke up. I got tired of waiting and I was hungry, so I started without you."

What? Wait! What are you doing? What have you done?

"Don't be so dense Petrelli. If I wanted to cause trouble, you'd already be too late. I woke up just a little while ago and went to find somewhere to eat. Don't get your panties in a bunch."

Then give me back control!

"No, not yet. I promise I'll behave. Just sit back and enjoy the ride for once."

Dammit Sylar, you can't do this!

Sylar just ignored Peter. It felt strange to be around people and not have them be afraid of him. Entering the café, Sylar ordered breakfast.

You're not really going to eat that are you? Sylar could hear the disgust in Peter's voice at his choice of sausage, bacon and eggs.

"Every bite! I'm tired of eating your crap! It's time to get some real food into us." Sylar said, savoring every bite of food.

I'm going to be sick.

"Shut up Petrelli, you're ruining my breakfast." Luckily the café was nearly empty this early in the morning; otherwise Sylar knew he'd be getting strange looks.

He took his time eating. He knew it was pissing off Peter, but he was enjoying himself. That'll teach him. Making me eat that tofu crap! How can anyone live on that?

Can we go now? I'm feeling sick. And dammit Sylar, give me back my body! Peter yelled at him.

"Sorry, no can do. And if you try pulling another stunt like you did the other day, I'll really make you pay." Sylar could hear Peter getting even angrier. He chuckled.

After they left the café, Sylar grabbed the map book out of his jacket pocket. Let's see if I can pull this off… He wasn't sure exactly how Peter used his powers, how he accessed them, but dammit, he was going to try. Wasn't that his power? Seeing how things worked? So how come he couldn't get it too work right in this shared body. He sat down on a bench. Closing his eyes, he concentrated.

Slowly, he could feel his mind trying to do its work. He tried to follow the pathways, to find the center of where Peter's powers lay. But it wasn't working. Either Peter had mental blocks up or, because he wasn't in his own body, he just couldn't follow the paths. Sighing in exasperation, he looked up into the sky. Worthless. I just can't seem to make this work right! Figures Petrelli would find some way to block me. Dammit, I don't want to give up control, it feels…nice. Being noticed, being normal. But I'm ready to go home, be back in my own body. Then watch out Petrelli, you're in for a fight. Fighting against instinct, against consciously giving up control, he relaxed, letting Peter have the body back. But I'll be damned if I let him know I couldn't access his powers.

"Thank you Sylar."

I didn't do it for you, I did it for me! I want to go home! So hurry up and do whatever the hell it is you do so we can go. Sylar snarled.

Peter just nodded his head, concentrating on finding Sarah.

Where are you? Where are you? Where…there you are!

"She's by the Wharf."

Then let's go already!

Peter grabbed a nearby cab and had it take them to the Wharf.

Even this early in the morning there were a lot of people milling around. The morning fog had burned off already and people were enjoying the nice day. Fishing poles lined the docks like exclamation marks, ready for the first catch of the day. Shops started opening and the open markets put out their wares.

I could like it here, it's fresh, inviting.

It smells like fish. Sylar grumbled.

"That's the fresh ocean breeze you smell. It makes me feel energized, like I could do anything." Peter said as he took a deep breath.

You already can do anything! And it still smells like fish. Can get we get on with it? We're not here for a holiday.

"Don't you ever just enjoy things? Stop and smell the flowers kind of a thing?"

Why? Flowers die and the smell fades away. Why waste time and energy on something that will wither and die anyways?

"You're missing the point Sylar. The point is to stop and see the world around you, rejoice in the day."

The only thing I rejoice in is getting the job done.

Peter just shook his head. There was no point in arguing. Sylar just couldn't, or wouldn't, see the point in enjoying a beautiful day. Maybe he hasn't had enough beautiful days to enjoy.

Peter started watching for the distinctive red hair that he knew was here somewhere. He wondered around, looking in stores, watching people as they passed by. The day slowly ticked away and there was still no sign of Sarah. Peter stopped at a bench and sat down. Taking the map book out, he again looked for her. According to the compass in his head she was still here, somewhere.

That's her there isn't it? Over by that shop?

Peter looked up quickly. It did look like her, but it was hard to tell from this far away. He got up from the bench and followed the girl, trying to get closer.

It's her Petrelli! Grab her!

"Not until I can make sure it is her! I don't want to grab some stranger by accident."

Dammit Petrelli! She's going to get away again! Here! Peter could feel Sylar tear control away.

Let go!

"No! I've got her this time!" Peter felt Sylar use his telekinesis to stop the girl in her tracks. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.

It was her. There was no mistaking that vibrant red hair up close. Her green eyes bore into theirs.

"Who are you? What are you doing?"

Sylar let me talk to her, you're going to scare her and she's only going to make things worse!

"Fine." Sylar ground out as he released his hold on Sarah. He reluctantly gave up control of the body.

"Do you remember me Sarah?" Peter asked once he had control again.

Sarah looked into his eyes as if reading his mind.

"Yeees? Wait!" Her eyes narrowed "Wait! I do remember you! What are you doing here? How did you find me?" She hissed at them.

"Please Sarah, don't be afraid. I-we just want to talk to you. Please?" Peter didn't break eye contact afraid that if he did, she would run away. Or worse.

She continued watching him like she was waiting for him to attack. When he didn't, she relaxed a little.

"All right. As long as we stay out in the open, near people." She looked behind Peter, seeing an open table in front of one of the restaurants that lined the boardwalk. She led the way over to the table.

"So, what do you want?" She asked, keeping eye contact with him.

"You-you-you used your power on us. We need you to switch us back. I need you to get Sylar out of my head!"

I need to get out of yours!

Peter ignored Sylar, trying to keep some semblance of calm for Sarah's sake. He held his breath, waiting for her answer.

"And why should I help you? He was going to kill me!"

"I know, and I'm sorry about that. And I can't guarantee that he won't try again. But I can promise that I will do everything in my power to stop him. I will help you in any way I can Sarah. Please?"

She won't do it. If she was smart, she wouldn't. I wouldn't! And how will you stop me from tracking her down again?

Peter frowned at that but kept looking at Sarah, willing her to agree. She sighed and looked away.

"I'll help you, but then I want you to promise me that you will do everything you can to protect me. Promise me!"

"I promise Sarah. I will do everything I can to stop him from hurting you."

Good luck with that. Sylar laughed.

"What do you need to do this Sarah?" Peter took her hand in his.

"We just need to be with his body then I can do my 'magic' and undo everything."

Peter smiled, getting up from the table. Helping Sarah stand, he led her to a quiet alley.

"Hang on and close your eyes." Peter grinned at her as he concentrated on Hiro's face.