When Two Worlds Collide (7/7)
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flying_monkeesTitle: When Two Worlds Collide (7/7)
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: Here's the end. Thanks to everyone that's read and commented. Hope you enjoy. There is no beta so all mistakes are mine. Any feedback is welcome.
Peter heard Sarah's gasp as she opened her eyes in Mohinder's apartment. Chuckling, he let her go, looking around for the geneticist.
"I'm here Peter. It's nice to see you again Ms. Jacobsen." Mohinder got up from his desk, closing his laptop.
"Dr. Suresh! I'm glad to see you. I was worried…" Sarah's green eyes lit up on seeing him.
"No need to worry. I'm fine. And from the looks of things, you're doing well also?"
"Well, considering I was almost killed and then these--two--show up and practically kidnapped me."
"Hey! We asked." Peter yelped. "You're the one that put this whammy on us. We just want everything to go back to normal."
Enough with the chit-chat. Can we get on with this already?!
"Fine." Peter sighed. "Sarah? I'm going to get Sylar's body and then I'm going to take us somewhere safe. Once the transfer is done, run! Ok? I'll hold him off long enough for you to get away. Mohinder? Can you give her a safe number she can call if she needs us?" Mohinder nodded, writing a phone number down on a scrap of paper and giving it to Sarah.
"Thank you Sarah, it's a good thing you're doing. I don't think those two can survive each other much longer. If you ever have questions about anything, please, call me." Mohinder smiled brightly.
"Don't worry Dr. Suresh; I'm sure I'll be calling you before too long."
"All right." Peter grunted as he lifted the dead weight body into his arms. "Man, you need to lose some weight!"
Shut up! At least I won't blow over in a strong breeze! Sylar growled.
"Whatever. Ready Sarah? Ok, grab hold then." Peter transported them to the alley where it had all started.
Letting Sylar's body drop with a thud, (Hope that hurt!) he turned to Sarah who just stood there, staring.
"Kind of nerve wracking isn't it?" Peter smiled. Sarah smiled back.
"You have no idea."
"Ok, as soon as it's done, run. I'll transport me and him out of here, somewhere far away. That should give you time to get to safety. Ok?" Sarah nodded her head. "Ok. What else do you need?"
"Nothing, I just need to concentrate on putting him back where he belongs."
"Am I going to lose consciousness again?"
"No. That only happened because I panicked. You'll be awake the whole time."
"All right, whenever you're ready then."
Peter reached down, grabbing a hold of Sylar's jacket. Tensing up in anticipation, he nodded to Sarah.
In fascination, he watched Sarah use her power. It looked like blue electricity crawling over her entire body, making the entire scene seem surreal. Holding his breath, he waited.
There was still the bright flash of light, but this time Peter was ready for it. He felt a moment of disorientation, of his head seeming to split in two, but it wasn't nearly as bad as last time. Reeling from the sudden strangeness of having complete control of his body, he quickly transported Sylar and himself out into the middle of the Nevada desert.
Peter stumbled when the world stopped spinning. Backing up quickly from Sylar, he got ready to fight.
He scanned the area, hoping there was something that he could use against Sylar. There was nothing, and at least that meant that Sylar couldn't use anything against him either, but that brought little comfort to Peter. He just hoped he could hold his own. Hopefully get away with his life.
"God Petrelli, you could've at least tried to pretend to be gentle." Sylar slowly got to his feet, hand on his head.
"Sorry, forgot. At least you're out of my head now."
"And about damn time too! I was getting really tired of hearing you whine all the time!" Sylar snarled at him.
"It had to have been better than listening to you bitch and moan all the time!"
Sylar tried to push Peter away from him with his telekinesis, but he was still too disoriented. He did manage to push Peter back a few feet. Sylar swayed, trying to get his balance.
"Is that the best you've got? This should be easy!" Peter taunted.
Sylar growled at him. Taking his time, he built up his power, getting ready to blast Peter.
At least out here we can't hurt anyone.
Peter tried to anticipate Sylar's next move. It was hard though. Sylar had such better control than he did, how could he stop him? An image raced across Peter's mind, of a five year old boy, scared, huddled in the corner of his room with his blanket pulled over his head. It made him stumble.
Sylar, thinking he had an advantage, shot ice at Peter hoping to hurt him. Peter twisted away at the last second. Without thinking he shouted.
"Why did your parents fight all the time?"
It stopped Sylar in his tracks. Eyes narrowing, he glared at Peter.
"How do you know that? What have you been up too Petrelli?!" He roared at Peter. Seeing a slight crack in Sylar's armor, Peter continued.
"Why was your mom so intent on you being special? Was she trying to live through you?" Sylar gave a strangled cry, rushing at Peter.
Tackling him around the waist, they landed on the ground with a thud. Sylar's face was twisted with rage.
"My mother just wanted what was best for me!" Sylar's face was inches from Peter's. "What the hell do you know about it? Your mom just saw you as a fragile piece of glass, to be protected. At least my mom cared when I was hurt; she didn't get my big brother to protect me!"
"I think you could've used someone to help you, show you how to fight against the bullies." Peter said quietly.
"I didn't need anyone then, I don't need anyone now! There wasn't anything I couldn't handle, nothing I still can't handle!"
"Why didn't you ever tell anyone what Jason did to you?" Peter winced, waiting for the blows that he knew would be coming. But to his surprise Sylar got off of him, shaking with anger.
"How the hell do you know about that?" Sylar's voice was soft, but Peter could hear the pure rage behind it.
"I saw it. I saw it all. Your parents fighting, what Jason did, the day your dad died." Peter spoke quietly, carefully. "Lexi came to talk to you, why didn't you tell her?"
"How could someone like you ever understand?! You, with your perfect life! Your big brother coming home, loving you, adoring you. Showing you how to protect yourself against the monsters at school! Of having people in your life that loved you for you, never expecting you to be more than you were! You had the perfect life and you were more than willing to just throw it all away! How could you ever understand anything?!" Sylar's voice cracked with emotion.
He realized that Sylar must've seen his dreams, seen his life as he'd seen Sylar's. "It wasn't always like that. I had to fight too. That was the problem; my parents never expected anything out of me! They always expected great things from Nathan, but never me!" Peter remembered those days, days of seeming to not exist within his own family, of not being there.
"I felt like a ghost in my own house, with my own family. All they cared about was how Nathan was doing 'the right things', how proud Nathan made them. I was nothing but a huge disappointment to them."
"Poor Peter! No one paid any attention to you. Give me a break, they still loved you." Sylar spat out.
"And what about you Petrelli? You had love too and what did you do? You threw it away. All for something you can't have, no matter how much you want it! How did Greta feel, playing second fiddle to someone she couldn't compete with? Did you think it was fair? Why didn't you give it up and go with the woman who really did love you? Or did you enjoy playing the martyr?"
Peter's eyes flicked away from the tall figure in front of him. He still felt guilty over Greta. It hadn't been fair to her, but he couldn't help his feelings, could he?
"Me? What about you? Why didn't you ever do anything to stop what was going on? Tell your mom enough was enough, that you wanted your own life! Why didn't you tell the teachers, the principal, anyone about what was happening? You just let them continue to hurt you, never fighting back! And when someone finally reached out to you, you shoved her away. Feeling guilt over your dad's death when there was nothing you could've done to stop it!"
"I loved my mom; she had every right to expect things from me. And I did try fighting back, and got beaten worse for it! You don't think I tried to stop it? I did, but it didn't ever do any good. As for Lexi, it was her fault, if she hadn't shown up that day, taken me away, I could've helped. I could've stopped it from happening!"
"There was nothing you could've done. Even if you had been there, you couldn't have stopped your dad from dying. It was his time to go and even you can't stop death."
"I should've been there. I shouldn't have left him alone! He's the only person that ever…" Sylar stopped, unable to continue.
Peter realized something then. Sylar wasn't angry at Lexi, he was angry with himself. Angry because he didn't protect the one person in his life that truly loved him. Bitterness, self-loathing and frustration had colored his entire life. He didn't just hate everyone; he hated himself most of all because he felt useless, powerless. He just wanted to be able to protect those he loved, but he didn't have anyone left to love. Peter took a few steps back.
"You don't need to do this, you can stop."
Sylar laughed a tired, defeated laugh. "And why would I do that? I'm finally getting everything I want in life! I'm finally someone!"
"But is it worth it? Is it truly what you want? Or are you just to the point where you don't know what you want anymore and you're just running on autopilot, doing what you think you want?" Peter took a tentative step towards the taller man. He could feel the anger and the confusion whirling through Sylar's mind.
"Stay away from me." Sylar growled.
Peter took another step forward. "I can help. I can show you that it doesn't have to be this way. That there is a life out there for you, one you can be proud of, a life you can call your own." Taking another step forward, Peter gently took Sylar's hands in his.
Sylar looked down at their hands. Pain and anger, confusion and want, crossed his face.
Sylar struggled with himself. He didn't really want this anymore, did he? All he ever wanted was for someone to love him. And I did, I did have someone that loved me. If only for a little while. Then I screwed it up. I messed everything up and now he won't even talk to me, look at me. An image of warm brown eyes and a bright smile flitted across his mind.
It's not fair that Petrelli can have all that. Why can't I? I'm not asking for much am I? Just some warmth, some compassion, some understanding, some love! Isn't that what everyone wants? What everyone needs?
Glancing up, he looked into Peter's eyes. He saw pity there.
Peter went flying through the air, landing with a hard crunch 50 feet away.
"Nice try Petrelli, but it's not going to work. I'm happy where I am, and you can't change me." He gave Peter a mocking salute. "See you later." He smirked as he disappeared into the shadows.
Peter got to his feet. Shaking his head, he could only laugh. Sylar may not want to admit it but he wanted to change, otherwise he would've killed Peter just then. And Peter found himself, strangely, understanding the other man. He's a creature of pain, of want and need. And someday he's going to realize that he's just as deserving of love as anyone else. And when he does, I'll be there to help him.
Peter turned on his heel and headed home.
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: Here's the end. Thanks to everyone that's read and commented. Hope you enjoy. There is no beta so all mistakes are mine. Any feedback is welcome.
Peter heard Sarah's gasp as she opened her eyes in Mohinder's apartment. Chuckling, he let her go, looking around for the geneticist.
"I'm here Peter. It's nice to see you again Ms. Jacobsen." Mohinder got up from his desk, closing his laptop.
"Dr. Suresh! I'm glad to see you. I was worried…" Sarah's green eyes lit up on seeing him.
"No need to worry. I'm fine. And from the looks of things, you're doing well also?"
"Well, considering I was almost killed and then these--two--show up and practically kidnapped me."
"Hey! We asked." Peter yelped. "You're the one that put this whammy on us. We just want everything to go back to normal."
Enough with the chit-chat. Can we get on with this already?!
"Fine." Peter sighed. "Sarah? I'm going to get Sylar's body and then I'm going to take us somewhere safe. Once the transfer is done, run! Ok? I'll hold him off long enough for you to get away. Mohinder? Can you give her a safe number she can call if she needs us?" Mohinder nodded, writing a phone number down on a scrap of paper and giving it to Sarah.
"Thank you Sarah, it's a good thing you're doing. I don't think those two can survive each other much longer. If you ever have questions about anything, please, call me." Mohinder smiled brightly.
"Don't worry Dr. Suresh; I'm sure I'll be calling you before too long."
"All right." Peter grunted as he lifted the dead weight body into his arms. "Man, you need to lose some weight!"
Shut up! At least I won't blow over in a strong breeze! Sylar growled.
"Whatever. Ready Sarah? Ok, grab hold then." Peter transported them to the alley where it had all started.
Letting Sylar's body drop with a thud, (Hope that hurt!) he turned to Sarah who just stood there, staring.
"Kind of nerve wracking isn't it?" Peter smiled. Sarah smiled back.
"You have no idea."
"Ok, as soon as it's done, run. I'll transport me and him out of here, somewhere far away. That should give you time to get to safety. Ok?" Sarah nodded her head. "Ok. What else do you need?"
"Nothing, I just need to concentrate on putting him back where he belongs."
"Am I going to lose consciousness again?"
"No. That only happened because I panicked. You'll be awake the whole time."
"All right, whenever you're ready then."
Peter reached down, grabbing a hold of Sylar's jacket. Tensing up in anticipation, he nodded to Sarah.
In fascination, he watched Sarah use her power. It looked like blue electricity crawling over her entire body, making the entire scene seem surreal. Holding his breath, he waited.
There was still the bright flash of light, but this time Peter was ready for it. He felt a moment of disorientation, of his head seeming to split in two, but it wasn't nearly as bad as last time. Reeling from the sudden strangeness of having complete control of his body, he quickly transported Sylar and himself out into the middle of the Nevada desert.
Peter stumbled when the world stopped spinning. Backing up quickly from Sylar, he got ready to fight.
He scanned the area, hoping there was something that he could use against Sylar. There was nothing, and at least that meant that Sylar couldn't use anything against him either, but that brought little comfort to Peter. He just hoped he could hold his own. Hopefully get away with his life.
"God Petrelli, you could've at least tried to pretend to be gentle." Sylar slowly got to his feet, hand on his head.
"Sorry, forgot. At least you're out of my head now."
"And about damn time too! I was getting really tired of hearing you whine all the time!" Sylar snarled at him.
"It had to have been better than listening to you bitch and moan all the time!"
Sylar tried to push Peter away from him with his telekinesis, but he was still too disoriented. He did manage to push Peter back a few feet. Sylar swayed, trying to get his balance.
"Is that the best you've got? This should be easy!" Peter taunted.
Sylar growled at him. Taking his time, he built up his power, getting ready to blast Peter.
At least out here we can't hurt anyone.
Peter tried to anticipate Sylar's next move. It was hard though. Sylar had such better control than he did, how could he stop him? An image raced across Peter's mind, of a five year old boy, scared, huddled in the corner of his room with his blanket pulled over his head. It made him stumble.
Sylar, thinking he had an advantage, shot ice at Peter hoping to hurt him. Peter twisted away at the last second. Without thinking he shouted.
"Why did your parents fight all the time?"
It stopped Sylar in his tracks. Eyes narrowing, he glared at Peter.
"How do you know that? What have you been up too Petrelli?!" He roared at Peter. Seeing a slight crack in Sylar's armor, Peter continued.
"Why was your mom so intent on you being special? Was she trying to live through you?" Sylar gave a strangled cry, rushing at Peter.
Tackling him around the waist, they landed on the ground with a thud. Sylar's face was twisted with rage.
"My mother just wanted what was best for me!" Sylar's face was inches from Peter's. "What the hell do you know about it? Your mom just saw you as a fragile piece of glass, to be protected. At least my mom cared when I was hurt; she didn't get my big brother to protect me!"
"I think you could've used someone to help you, show you how to fight against the bullies." Peter said quietly.
"I didn't need anyone then, I don't need anyone now! There wasn't anything I couldn't handle, nothing I still can't handle!"
"Why didn't you ever tell anyone what Jason did to you?" Peter winced, waiting for the blows that he knew would be coming. But to his surprise Sylar got off of him, shaking with anger.
"How the hell do you know about that?" Sylar's voice was soft, but Peter could hear the pure rage behind it.
"I saw it. I saw it all. Your parents fighting, what Jason did, the day your dad died." Peter spoke quietly, carefully. "Lexi came to talk to you, why didn't you tell her?"
"How could someone like you ever understand?! You, with your perfect life! Your big brother coming home, loving you, adoring you. Showing you how to protect yourself against the monsters at school! Of having people in your life that loved you for you, never expecting you to be more than you were! You had the perfect life and you were more than willing to just throw it all away! How could you ever understand anything?!" Sylar's voice cracked with emotion.
He realized that Sylar must've seen his dreams, seen his life as he'd seen Sylar's. "It wasn't always like that. I had to fight too. That was the problem; my parents never expected anything out of me! They always expected great things from Nathan, but never me!" Peter remembered those days, days of seeming to not exist within his own family, of not being there.
"I felt like a ghost in my own house, with my own family. All they cared about was how Nathan was doing 'the right things', how proud Nathan made them. I was nothing but a huge disappointment to them."
"Poor Peter! No one paid any attention to you. Give me a break, they still loved you." Sylar spat out.
"And what about you Petrelli? You had love too and what did you do? You threw it away. All for something you can't have, no matter how much you want it! How did Greta feel, playing second fiddle to someone she couldn't compete with? Did you think it was fair? Why didn't you give it up and go with the woman who really did love you? Or did you enjoy playing the martyr?"
Peter's eyes flicked away from the tall figure in front of him. He still felt guilty over Greta. It hadn't been fair to her, but he couldn't help his feelings, could he?
"Me? What about you? Why didn't you ever do anything to stop what was going on? Tell your mom enough was enough, that you wanted your own life! Why didn't you tell the teachers, the principal, anyone about what was happening? You just let them continue to hurt you, never fighting back! And when someone finally reached out to you, you shoved her away. Feeling guilt over your dad's death when there was nothing you could've done to stop it!"
"I loved my mom; she had every right to expect things from me. And I did try fighting back, and got beaten worse for it! You don't think I tried to stop it? I did, but it didn't ever do any good. As for Lexi, it was her fault, if she hadn't shown up that day, taken me away, I could've helped. I could've stopped it from happening!"
"There was nothing you could've done. Even if you had been there, you couldn't have stopped your dad from dying. It was his time to go and even you can't stop death."
"I should've been there. I shouldn't have left him alone! He's the only person that ever…" Sylar stopped, unable to continue.
Peter realized something then. Sylar wasn't angry at Lexi, he was angry with himself. Angry because he didn't protect the one person in his life that truly loved him. Bitterness, self-loathing and frustration had colored his entire life. He didn't just hate everyone; he hated himself most of all because he felt useless, powerless. He just wanted to be able to protect those he loved, but he didn't have anyone left to love. Peter took a few steps back.
"You don't need to do this, you can stop."
Sylar laughed a tired, defeated laugh. "And why would I do that? I'm finally getting everything I want in life! I'm finally someone!"
"But is it worth it? Is it truly what you want? Or are you just to the point where you don't know what you want anymore and you're just running on autopilot, doing what you think you want?" Peter took a tentative step towards the taller man. He could feel the anger and the confusion whirling through Sylar's mind.
"Stay away from me." Sylar growled.
Peter took another step forward. "I can help. I can show you that it doesn't have to be this way. That there is a life out there for you, one you can be proud of, a life you can call your own." Taking another step forward, Peter gently took Sylar's hands in his.
Sylar looked down at their hands. Pain and anger, confusion and want, crossed his face.
Sylar struggled with himself. He didn't really want this anymore, did he? All he ever wanted was for someone to love him. And I did, I did have someone that loved me. If only for a little while. Then I screwed it up. I messed everything up and now he won't even talk to me, look at me. An image of warm brown eyes and a bright smile flitted across his mind.
It's not fair that Petrelli can have all that. Why can't I? I'm not asking for much am I? Just some warmth, some compassion, some understanding, some love! Isn't that what everyone wants? What everyone needs?
Glancing up, he looked into Peter's eyes. He saw pity there.
Peter went flying through the air, landing with a hard crunch 50 feet away.
"Nice try Petrelli, but it's not going to work. I'm happy where I am, and you can't change me." He gave Peter a mocking salute. "See you later." He smirked as he disappeared into the shadows.
Peter got to his feet. Shaking his head, he could only laugh. Sylar may not want to admit it but he wanted to change, otherwise he would've killed Peter just then. And Peter found himself, strangely, understanding the other man. He's a creature of pain, of want and need. And someday he's going to realize that he's just as deserving of love as anyone else. And when he does, I'll be there to help him.
Peter turned on his heel and headed home.
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Date: 2007-09-20 01:29 am (UTC)love Peter wanting to help and Sylar almost but not quite going for it :) *is going to bed now :) to cuddle up to a nice warm body :D*
BTW that scream you hear in five mins will be said warm body, I'm damn sure he'll be audible clear across the atlantic :D *evil snicker*
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Date: 2007-09-20 01:37 am (UTC)I'll ignore the scream, I'm sure he won't mind TOO much. *snicker* It'll make warming back up funner.
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Date: 2007-09-21 01:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-21 02:52 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked the story. It was fun too write.
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Date: 2007-11-26 07:50 pm (UTC)This was so good. I totally love your stories!
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Date: 2007-11-27 01:13 am (UTC)Anyways, I'm glad you stuck it out and enjoyed.
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Date: 2007-11-27 03:55 am (UTC)Here is vote for the sequel. Yep yep.
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Date: 2007-11-27 04:13 am (UTC)I may just have to write a sequel, but I'd have to think of way of getting the boys back together. Hmmm, could use mission_insane tables maybe....
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Date: 2007-11-27 04:31 am (UTC)Yeah, you should do that. With the mission_insane thing.