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 keeps telling me that you can't screw up lasagna and I'm getting a bit pissed. I know that but he doesn't have to keep shoving my nose into it either. Then he tells me that mine was good, just not as good as his mother's and I relax and chuckle. "No one's is as good as mom's." Except maybe my mother's since she never cooked

[heartofmurder]

I give him a small smile, "Yeah, my mother used to cook up a storm before my dad..." I stop myself, clearing my throat and eating another piece of fruit. I wont talk about it. Not even with him. Not yet, anyway.

He looks upset that agents are bothering me and that actually feels good. It almost feels like he cares and... yeah, he probably does. "Well if they think they can bully me around, the have another thing coming," I grumble, "Of course I'm better than them." I wonder which specials I actually will tell him about and which ones I'll just keep to myself. As much as I may... like him, I still don't want him stronger than me.

I let out a snort, "I don't make mistakes and I'm never tired." Except the other day when I was hung over. He asks me where I go to study people and I look away, until he mentions the park, "I go to the park too. People think they're more alone there and they act like they naturally would. The mall... is too busy. People act stupid there, senseless." I hate places like that.

[fixthepast]

When he cuts himself off, I can fill in the rest. His father left him, probably when he was still pretty young. It would explain a lot of things, really, especially the insecurity, the need to be more than. He gets grouchy about the agents bullying him and I nod. "Show them that they can't mess with you, they'll respect you before long." Or fear you. What's the difference

[heartofmurder]

"They should already respect me. They know what I can do. Maybe I have to teach them a lesson. Do something that they can't blame on me, but that they'll know was me." Huh, maybe I can think of something. Maybe he can help me. He doesn't seem to mind when I talk down about them

[fixthepast]

"Now that sounds like fun." I grin, thinking of the mayhem it would cause. "I'm sure you'll come up with something really good. Let your imagination flow." I'll gladly help if he asks, between the two of us we should come up with some wonderful things.

Always be outside? Lucky him. Wish that I could do something like that. Soon though, if he brings me the right people. So, he likes to observe individuals. He's only getting half the story though. Humans are pack animals, they don't want to be solitary creatures. For his needs, his way is better but I want to learn more, which is why I watch the pack behavior, so I can use it against them.

"Persuasion? Now that would be interesting. I've never seen that one in use before, I've only heard of it. Did you see it used? How did it work?" I'd love to get my hands on it, it would make my experiments even better, more enjoyable. "You were a loner before, right? You never could figure people out, which is why you still prefer studying individuals instead of packs."

[heartofmurder]

"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you," I can't help but chuckle, shaking my head. "What would you do to them if you could? Besides pushing them to their limits." I want to see how his brain works and talking with him is the closest I can get

[fixthepast]

What would I do. Now that's a very interesting question and one I probably shouldn't answer, but I'm going to anyway, he's going to expect me not to. "If it were just to get back at them, I'd do subtle little things, stuff that gets their attention but doesn't point the finger at me. But, since you want to let them know it's you without getting into trouble, I'd pull out the big guns

[heartofmurder]

The big guns. I like pulling out the big guns. I sit and watch his face as he tells me what he would do, noting the sparkle in his eyes when he talks about it. It's almost the same look that I get when I notice an ability in someone. "I could pull off a few of those things. I wouldn't let anyone out of Level 5, though. That would be counter effective." I still want to help, I just want to teach them a lesson at the same time.

He looks as upset as I feel about Eden being dead, but I'm glad he can't get a hold of it. That's the last thing I'd need. I still don't trust him completely. I'm still trying to figure out if he has an angle here.

Damn it, I was hoping he'd leave it alone, but of course he's very perceptive. "Yes, things were different. I was different." I look down, my drink suddenly becoming very interesting. "Back then, I was... trying to understand. But it never really worked out. This time it will, though." And I wont have to be Gabriel again. I can still be who I am now.

[fixthepast]

"I guess letting them out of L5 would be a bit too much." I would do it in a heartbeat though, after I pushed the person to the edge, just to watch how they react when the guards come. The corner of my mouth quirks up and then I smooth out my face. "The shocking would be good, give them a few burns." I chuckle. "Give them a hot foot or two." Teach them a lesson or two on how to treat someone like him.

"How were you different? And why do you think this time will work out? What sort of things did you learn from then to now?" I can see the small changes in his expression, the way his body language changes. Not everyone would catch them but I do, I know what to look for. He really must've been different. His file only gives facts, I need more than that. Gabriel was socially inept, I want to know how and why.

[heartofmurder]

"I don't want people to die, I just want to let them know that they shouldn't mess with me," I give a small shrug, "And I guess shocking them would be as good as anything," I grin, liking that idea. There's no way they can really do anything either and it will annoy them into not bothering me.

I shift uncomfortably when he asks me a bunch more questions, "I was just... different." I can't tell him. I wont tell him. I've put Gabriel far behind me. "It will work out now because people don't see me the way they used to." But in a way I guess they do. Shit. "I'm not going to let people walk all over me. I have confidence in myself now. I know how special I am. Back then... I didn't. I wanted to be, but I didn't know."

[fixthepast]

I want people to die but he doesn't, not yet at least. I'm still going to work on that, still try to get him to that point again. I want to watch him kill and maim and rend. "Shocking would be good, there would be no proof that you've done anything to them, eventually everyone else is going to think they're lying just to make trouble. The whole time you'll act innocent." The thought of their anger and frustration makes me laugh.

He looks even more uncomfortable when I ask about the differences, the past. He really does want to bury Gabriel deep and never look at him again but I do. I want to know that part of him. It's a big part of who he is now, whether he sees it or not. I will find it out, eventually. "So since you've become Sylar, you've grown." I muse, my fingers drumming on the table. "Gabriel was weaker? More socially inept?" Which would explain the dating thing immensely.

[heartofmurder]

"Innocent," I snort. That's a good one. Whatever ends up happening, at least I'll feel a bit more satisfied and it will put them in their place. I can see he wants to do more, but I know if I go too far, it will end badly and I can't let that happen

[fixthepast]

No, I seriously doubt he's the same person he was before, that much is obvious really. But under all the bravado, under the rough exterior, there still beats the heart of a boy who was misunderstood and walked all over. The key is to push that boy without pissing off the guardian

[heartofmurder]

"You don't need to know any of that. It's not important and has nothing to do with me." I don't want him to see me as Gabriel at all. I can stop killing, live my life and not have to revert back to that. I asked my mother if it was okay and she said no, she wanted me to be president and that was the last of it.

"I'm not upset! I'm just annoyed. You don't know anything and you sit there acting like you do." Sure, Sylar, deflect. That'll work. "People change, you know and that's not me. That's not my life." I want to run from it as much as possible. Then I realize that's all I've been doing lately. That's all I do. I'm trying to run forward or run away, they're both the same when nothing is quite settled inside of me.

I sit back down with a frown, grabbing my glass and finishing up my soda. I eye the bottle of wine, but I'm not doing that again.

[fixthepast]

"Okay, it has nothing to do with you." I agree, watching him. He's agitated and upset and I need to diffuse this before he truly loses his temper. That would not be a good thing for me. He tries to tell me that he's annoyed but I know better than that.

"Which is why I asked. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to Sylar, I truly won't mind." And sometimes I can learn more by what you don't tell me than by what you do. "Okay, you're nothing like he used to be, you're better now, I get it." But you're not, not deep down inside, which is why you're so defensive.

He sits back down and I just sit there, watching him for a few minutes. "Do you play backgammon?" I ask out of the blue. I'm sure he plays chess but backgammon is just as much a strategy game as chess, maybe more so. There's skill and luck involved, depending on the dice. "I haven't played a game in a long time and I'm hoping you do know. Those imbeciles at work don't have a clue, they all play poker." I make a face.

[heartofmurder]

"Of course I don't have to tell you anything I don't want to. I don't have to do anything I don't want to do." He better not mind and he better stop trying to pry into my life. It occurs to me that maybe that's what friends do, though, but it's too late now.

We don't say anything for a few moments and I wonder if I should go. I shouldn't have come here in the first place and I have no idea why I did. I look up at him when he asks me if I play backgammon. "No, I don't. But I can learn very quickly." Beat you even quicker. "I can try it if you want." I don't really want to leave and he's not telling me to go.