Pieces to a puzzle...

[fixthepast]

Somehow I've found myself working for the Company.  Still not sure how that happened but it's not something I was going to turn down either.  A chance to be around all these specials?  Gain their powers and fuck with their minds?  What's not to love?  But for now I have to do all the tedious work and the first person I get to see is Sylar. He comes

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[fixthepast]

He fumes at me and I can see him itching to rip me apart but I stay calm. He knows he can't hurt me but I can hurt him and it's eating him up. God I love this. "I am helping. I making you see that you're not always in control, no matter what you want to believe. As for lying," I shrug. "It benefits me. Keeps you here." Where I can study you even more.

I listen, halfway, as he tells me that he's an asset to this place, that they can use him. Of course they can but that doesn't mean they'll get to or that he'll like it. He tries to tell me that he's the one keeping himself here and I have to bite the inside of my cheek not to laugh. Oh, he really is full of himself, isn't he. He may have powers but that doesn't make him anything special either.

When he sits down, I know I have him, he's mine now. He knows that I have him by the balls and if he wants his freedom, he's got to play my game. He might not like it and I know he'll fight me but I will win. I'm better at this than he is.

[heartofmurder]

"You're not forming a very good rapport with your client, doctor. Or did they not teach you that in those online classes of yours." Calm, Sylar. Calm. He's not worth it. He's just a stuck up, prissy little rich kid who has a small dick and has no other way of showing off than exerting this small amount of power over people that are obviously better than him.

I just keep staring at the clock, trying to tune him out as much as possible. He thinks he's won? He wont ever win.

[fixthepast]

"Actually, I am. I've shown you that you don't intimidate me and you've shown me that you're willing to listen to reason." To a degree. He's going to be fun to play with. "Now that we've gotten past the pleasantries, just how badly do you want out there?" I glance towards the window.

Looking back at him, I wait to see if he's going to play ball or not. He keeps staring at the clock and I know there's something about it that's getting under his skin. I wish I knew what it was. I'll have to look over his file better later. I only skimmed it but now I need a better read through.

[heartofmurder]

I glance at him for a moment, wanting to laugh in his face, "If you knew everything I could do, if I gave you even a taste of it all, you'd be scared shitless. I can kill you with a single thought. You're lucky you're sitting there unharmed. Just think about that. Write it down," I throw his pad back to him, not caring where it lands.

"I want to work out in the field. I'm not pining over it if that's what you're wondering, but I'd like to get out there. I don't see the need for this ridiculous bullshit." He's watching me closely, trying to size me up and get inside my head. I move my gaze from the clock to his face, just staring at him.

[fixthepast]

Oh, the tough act. Too bad it doesn't work on me. "I'm sure you could." I tell him with just a hint of condescension. I catch my notebook with one hand and set it down, smoothing out the pages. He's expecting me to react, which I won't, and I want to see if it bothers him. He's used to people being afraid, used to people cowering. I won't.

"I'm sure you don't, which is why it's needed." I tell him with a small smile. He tears his eyes away from the clock and I will figure out what's bothering him with that. "So. Bringing in dangerous specials, sounds like fun. I'm sure you'd be quite good at it. What if you run into someone that you can't beat?" He won't like the implication.

[heartofmurder]

I narrow my eyes at him, "Push me some more and maybe you'll find it." He thinks he can toy with me and I don't like it. I'm smarter than him. I can hurt him in more than one way. He's such a cocky little shit. Someone needs to knock him down a few notches.

"It's not as if anyone can change me. Only I can do that. And it's not as if I need any sort of improvement. I'm just fine the way I am." Well, that makes me wince inwardly a bit. I've been having trouble, trying to deal with this new life of mine. But I wont ever admit that to him. Not when he keeps acting like he's better than me. Where did they get this joke of a psychiatrist from anyway?

I raise my eyebrows, "Haven't you done any of your homework? I have to say, you're not very bright. If I'm going to be forced to sit here for an hour, I'd like to speak to someone who's up to par with me. You're clearly not." How about I come back when you pull your head out of the sand, asshole. "No one beats me. No one."

[fixthepast]

Oh, he is fun to play with. Maybe it's time to move the game along. Chess. Move and countermove. "I'm sure you are just fine, I'm sure that there's nothing about yourself that needs to change at all." I smirk again. If there wasn't, he wouldn't be here. Or he's so delusional that he thinks that he's just fine.

My homework. Okay, he wants it? I was trying to get him to talk first but... "Gabriel Gray. Born to Samson and Margaret Gray, adopted by his aunt and uncle at an early age. Raised by Virginia Gray and found by Dr. Chandra Suresh. Became known as Sylar and turned serial killer. Acquired powers on his killing spree by means still unclear but having to do with the brain. Total numbers of powers unknown. Recently was convinced to work for the Company and was brought to my office today. Anything I missed?" My smirk widens.

[heartofmurder]

"No, there isn't." Get that damn smirk off of your face. Christ. "You seem to think you're such a hot shot. Tell me, would you change anything about yourself?" I'd love to hear this one.

I tense as he starts rattling off my life, one bullet point at a time as if I was nothing more than a file. "I wasn't convinced to work for the Company, you little shit and you still know nothing about me." Means still unclear. Good. They can work on that one for a good long while. "I'm done here. Tell them whatever you want." I push my chair back, getting up and heading out this time before he can open his mouth again. I slam the door hard, taking off down the hall toward Bennet's office. We're going to have to come up with a better arrangement.

[fixthepast]

"Maybe a few." I shrug. I'd kill my god damn family, show them that they shouldn't have shut me out all my life, that I am better than them, better than they're golden boy. But that's beneath me now. I have more important work to do, work they wouldn't even begin to understand

[heartofmurder]

God damn Bennet. I don't understand why they're fucking with me when I'm trying hard to put my old life behind me. It's like they're just pushing and pushing, waiting for me to fall of the edge and try to kill them all

[fixthepast]

He comes storming into my office, pissed off. Good, just the way I want him, off balance. "Have a seat." I get up, going and pouring myself a cup of coffee. "Want some?" I ask, holding the pot up.

I catch the glance at the clock and I know that it's bothering him even more. Taking my cup, I go and sit back down. He wants out in the field, I want more patients to do my experiments on. He would be the best way to get them, get the powerful ones, in here where I can get my hands on them. Don't try to get inside his head? Where's the fun in that?

I sip at my coffee, watching him. He's agitated, pissed off and off balance. Fun. "Bennet really should've let you out there already. You know he's just stalling. He doesn't trust you at all."

[heartofmurder]

Have a seat? After all that he tells me to just have a seat? It takes everything inside of me not to wring his neck. "No thank you," i practically seethe at him, watching as he goes to sit back down.

I'm about to go sit down because if I have to be here, at least I'll get myself comfortable. I'm on my feet for most of the day. But then he says Bennet should have let me out and I pause, my eyes falling on him, "He is stalling." i sit down slowly, "And I know he doesn't trust me. Are you going to change his mind?" He better, if he knows what's good for him.

[fixthepast]

He doesn't want to sit down and I just let him. Keep him off balance, throw him curve balls. Best way to handle him. That and make him think things were his idea. I nearly smile when he finally does sit down, agreeing with me and I have to sip my coffee to hide it.

"I'm not sure just how much pull I have with him, Sylar. You know Bennet." Careful Peter, this one isn't your usual play thing. This one actually has brains. "Even if I do manage to, do you really think he'll let you out there? He's a very stubborn man." Minefield, watch where you step Peter.

[heartofmurder]

I look at him impatiently, "Yeah, I know Bennet and I know he sent me here for a reason." Tick, tock, that damn clock. "If you don't think he'll let me out there, then why are we even here? That's the whole point of this, isn't it? I have to come here so you can asses my situation, see if I'm fit for fieldwork? If he wont let me out in the field no matter what, I wont come back here."

"Oh for fucks sake," I grumble, standing up and pulling the clock off the wall. I wind it, holding it up to my ear to get the exact second correct, then set it back on the wall, "If you're not going to take care of it, give it to someone who will." He's watching me. I don't care. I sit back down, feeling a lot more relieved.

[fixthepast]

"We're here because there's other ways. Ways that don't involve Bennet." I smirk, writing some things down. Bennet wasn't the only one in charge here. "If you don't want to listen to anything I have to say, there's the door." I point with my pencil, writing more. I'm not writing anything, just trying to throw him off again.

He suddenly stands up, going over to the clock and muttering and I smile while he's not looking. Now I know how to get on his nerves. "Who would want a piece of shit clock like that?" I know it's a really nice clock, only the best for my mother. Bitch. "I really should just toss it." I go back to my notes.

[heartofmurder]

I quirk an eyebrow. "Ways that don't involve Bennet? What do you mean by that?" My eyes fall on his hands, watching him take notes. I haven't even said anything, for gods sake. Now he's just trying to be an annoying little brat. Well I wont let it get to me. "Just keep talking, I'll decide if it's worth listening to."

I look at him sharply when he goes on about the clock, "Just because you're lazy in taking care of it, doesn't mean it's a piece of shit. It happens to be a very nice clock. There's a lot more to it than just it's looks, but of course you wouldn't know that." Bennet is doing this to me on purpose. Sticking me with the most annoying person here so I snap. "If you're just going to toss it, then I'm keeping it. Otherwise, learn to wind it when you're supposed to."