Thick As Thieves (Part 2)
fanfiction
Title: Thick As Thieves (Part 2)
Author: islandblue
Characters: Sylar/Peter
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 965
Warnings: None
Spoilers: All of Season 1
Summary: Peter lived through the nuclear discharge and after much deliberation decided to come back to New York conveniently without telling anyone he was still alive. But he soon finds out he isn’t the only one to have survived that night.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
Author's Note: Again thanks to midnightblue88 for being the beta.
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The second thing Peter had done, after finding out he still had a pulse, was spy on his mother’s business dealings. He wanted to know how entangled she was with Linderman’s organization. She had known what would happen - even managed to persuade Nathan to go along with it - and Peter wanted to know why.
The undercover work was amusingly easy. Early on he’d established that Hiro was still missing, as were Claire and Bennett. They were having trouble locating Mohinder, but someone had been sent after him. There was very little mention of Sylar or himself or his deceased brother. The fact that his mother hadn’t seemed too perturbed about both of her sons being dead was something Peter distantly ignored.
Within minutes of sitting down on those cold bricks, Peter was asleep. The last time he was able to peacefully close his eyes was probably around fourteen hours ago and fighting exhaustion became almost impossible as soon as he got relatively comfortable.
Naturally he suffered from an ongoing nightmare which would wake him after about two hours of sleep. Three if he was lucky. There were plenty of other horrific dreams as well, but this one in particular had repeated itself variously at least six times now. It always begins in the plaza between buildings. He’s facing Sylar and thinking everything is under control. But thanks to the non-linear temperament of dreams, he also knows Sylar is about to squeeze the air out of this throat and he will be powerless to do anything.
Sometimes Sylar chokes him to death. Sometimes he forces him up and starts cutting into his forehead. Sometimes he cuts into Nathan’s while he Peter stands frozen, unable to move.
Tonight when Peter fell asleep, it predictably began in the lobby. This time, however, he managed to beat Sylar down just as he had in reality. Blood was oozing out his nose and mouth, but the bastard was grinning. It was a big, toothy grin, even though Peter’s fist in his shirt was the only thing keeping him upright. Unsurprisingly, Peter’s frustration and anger made nuclear power blossom uncontrollably in his fists.
“See, Pete,” Sylar rasped, still smiling that sticky red smile. “I told you you were the villain.”
Peter awoke with a short intake of breath. More out of reflex than anything else, he glanced at his watch. Once he was coherent enough to actually read it, he relaxed a little. Only thirty minutes had passed. Thank god for those nightmares or else he might have slept until dawn.
That one wasn’t even that bad, Peter thought. Definitely nothing compared to the ones where Sylar ripped his skull open and...ate the prize inside. Or the one startling time Sylar had wrapped those blood-splattered lips around his cock instead and Peter had woken up sweaty, uneasy and sporting a world-famous hard-on. He took enough psych classes in med school to know what he was experiencing was basically ‘hate-lust’. Still, that didn’t repress the memory of the dream or the fact that he jerked off that night thinking about it.
- feel like wasting my time. I hope this guy doesn’t give us any goddamn trouble.Trails of a male thoughtvoice burst into his mind. It was coming from his general right. Unsteadily he slid off the bricks and walked towards a spot where some of the building’s walls were missing. Peering warily around the edge at the street he saw nothing. He was straining (at least he hoped he was) to catch more snippets of thought but none came.
The sound of a shoe scuffing against the gravel echoed from somewhere nearby. Swiftly he ducked back in and urged his body into invisibility.
Careful to walk around the rubble, Peter approached a passageway next to his building. A tall man and a dark-haired girl were standing almost at the mouth of the alley. They crowded together in a way that unexpectedly reminded him of Claire and her father, and he felt a deep tug at his heart. It was safer for her not to know he was alive. He really believed that. But he also believed she might never forgive him once she discovered the things he had done in the past few days. Instances when he had silently and invisibly observed when he could have helped.
Peter took his time stepping on grassy patches, avoiding the gravel. The two people in the ally were definitely not father and daughter, though. The man had lit a cigarette and was smoking it impatiently.
As he neared the opening, he could see a black sedan parked at the other end. Presumably it was what the pair had arrived in. Despite witnessing many guests coming in and out of his mother’s home over the last week, he was positive these two had never shown up. The girl was Asian and probably Claire’s age, if not younger. The guy on the other hand was 6’2, with thick blond curly hair and was at least in his fortes. They both looked a little edgy.
The importance of this little get-together wasn’t clear to him, but his mother had been very insistent about sending the right people. This caught his attention since his mother had not been so adamant about much else.
“Do you thin-”
“Shut up.” The man said it to her like she knew better than to open her mouth. Even so, as if drawn by their brief exchange, the sound of oncoming footsteps arouse in the alley.
In the sliver of space between the two, Peter saw a figure approaching from the same side as the car. His heart jumped in his chest, and all of a sudden coming here seemed like a bad idea.
Or maybe the perfect one.