Sequel to "Unconditional".
Title: Unconditional v. 2
Rating: PGish
Characters: Peter/Sylar, Lydia, Edgar
Summary: What happens after Unconditional, basically.
Warnings: Spoilers for season 4. Guy/guy implied.
It's about nine thirty in the morning when Peter wakes up and finds himself alone in Sylar's trailer. He gets up, gets dressed, and tries to find his other shoe. It's when he finds it that he starts to get a sick feeling in his stomach.
Where did Sylar go?
He turns and finds a note scrawled on the back of a flyer for the carnival. It reads,
"I had to go. I can't explain. I'm sorry.
-S."
He frowns and crumples it up, throwing it into a trash can by the trailer. He's walking through the carnival grounds when suddenly, he realizes why the people are staring at him weird.
He's wearing one of Sylar's shirts, which is clearly too big for him, and he has a giant hickey on his collar bone, which is visible to pretty much everyone.
A walk of shame through a carnival?
That's a new one.
He sighs and turns to leave when he hears someone calling his name. He turns and sees someone he's never seen before, a woman with long blonde hair. She's covered in tattoos.
"Hey." She walks over to him and lays a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry about this, I really am..."
Peter moves his shoulder slightly and she moves her hand.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
The woman seems apprehensive at first but then she starts to speak.
"When Sylar woke up this morning, he asked me to find something out for him. He didn't like what he heard and he left. It's all my fault, I'm sorry." She looks at Peter with big hazel eyes. She really does seem sincere.
Peter shakes his head. "It's okay. Do you...do you know where he went?"
"I don't, it keeps changing...I wish I could help you." She offers a small smile. Peter turns to leave.
"Thanks anyway," he says. He only gets a few steps away before she calls, "Wait!"
He turns back around.
"Can I show you something?"
A few minutes later, they're standing in Lydia's trailer and she's holding up a long needle filled with ink.
"Stick this in my back," she says, pulling her hair out of the way. Peter takes the needle, sticks it into the woman's flesh, and tries not to worry about how unsanitary it had to be.
In a few seconds, the ink under her skin starts to move and form an image. It's blurry at first, but the longer he stares, the more Peter can make out the distinct shape of two male faces, their lips locked passionately.
It's him and Sylar.
"This is what Sylar desires the most in the world, Peter," the woman says, turning around to look solemnly at Peter.
"My tattoos are almost never wrong," she adds.
He thinks for a moment, then smiles and runs out of the trailer. She stands in the doorway and watches him running through the crowd.
"Samuel's not going to be too happy about this, Lydia," a smooth voice says, and she turns to see Edgar, leaning against the side of her trailer.
"I know. But I couldn't just let him think that he had been dumped, could I?" She steps down and shuts the door. "Feeling like the one person you want doesn't care about you is the worst feeling in the world."
"One sympathizes," Edgar almost whispers, before turning and walking away.
Lydia watches and tries desperately not to yell after him. She feels a familiar sensation on her forearm and looks down to see what image is forming now, on its own accord.
It's Edgar.
She pulls her sleeve down and goes back into her trailer. If anyone asks, she wasn't crying.
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It didn't take a lot of snooping for Peter to figure out where Sylar was. He's sitting on the roof of Peter's apartment building, staring up at the sky.
He sees Peter.
"I thought I told you-"
Peter cuts him off.
"What did that woman tell you that scared you off?" he demands.
Sylar purses his lips.
"She didn't tell me anything."
"Then why did you leave?"
Sylar doesn't say anything. Instead, he looks down.
Peter walks over and stands over the other man.
"Sylar. Tell me." He sounds angry.
When there's no response, Peter yells again.
"TELL ME-"
"BECAUSE I'M SCARED."
He looks up.
"I'm scared, Peter."
Peter kneels down next to Sylar. "What are you talking about?"
"I can't help but worry something is going to happen to you, like..."
Peter doesn't need to hear the rest of the sentence to know what Sylar was going to say.
He sits down next to Sylar. They sit for a while with no talking.
Finally, Peter says quietly, "I can't promise nothing will happen to me, but I can promise that I will be here for you..."
Sylar slides his hand over and links his fingers with Peter's.
"I think I can handle that," he says.
And then they sit there until the sun sets.
For most people, the sunrise is the symbol of new beginnings. But Peter and Sylar never did things like other people, anyway.
Rating: PGish
Characters: Peter/Sylar, Lydia, Edgar
Summary: What happens after Unconditional, basically.
Warnings: Spoilers for season 4. Guy/guy implied.
It's about nine thirty in the morning when Peter wakes up and finds himself alone in Sylar's trailer. He gets up, gets dressed, and tries to find his other shoe. It's when he finds it that he starts to get a sick feeling in his stomach.
Where did Sylar go?
He turns and finds a note scrawled on the back of a flyer for the carnival. It reads,
"I had to go. I can't explain. I'm sorry.
-S."
He frowns and crumples it up, throwing it into a trash can by the trailer. He's walking through the carnival grounds when suddenly, he realizes why the people are staring at him weird.
He's wearing one of Sylar's shirts, which is clearly too big for him, and he has a giant hickey on his collar bone, which is visible to pretty much everyone.
A walk of shame through a carnival?
That's a new one.
He sighs and turns to leave when he hears someone calling his name. He turns and sees someone he's never seen before, a woman with long blonde hair. She's covered in tattoos.
"Hey." She walks over to him and lays a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry about this, I really am..."
Peter moves his shoulder slightly and she moves her hand.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
The woman seems apprehensive at first but then she starts to speak.
"When Sylar woke up this morning, he asked me to find something out for him. He didn't like what he heard and he left. It's all my fault, I'm sorry." She looks at Peter with big hazel eyes. She really does seem sincere.
Peter shakes his head. "It's okay. Do you...do you know where he went?"
"I don't, it keeps changing...I wish I could help you." She offers a small smile. Peter turns to leave.
"Thanks anyway," he says. He only gets a few steps away before she calls, "Wait!"
He turns back around.
"Can I show you something?"
A few minutes later, they're standing in Lydia's trailer and she's holding up a long needle filled with ink.
"Stick this in my back," she says, pulling her hair out of the way. Peter takes the needle, sticks it into the woman's flesh, and tries not to worry about how unsanitary it had to be.
In a few seconds, the ink under her skin starts to move and form an image. It's blurry at first, but the longer he stares, the more Peter can make out the distinct shape of two male faces, their lips locked passionately.
It's him and Sylar.
"This is what Sylar desires the most in the world, Peter," the woman says, turning around to look solemnly at Peter.
"My tattoos are almost never wrong," she adds.
He thinks for a moment, then smiles and runs out of the trailer. She stands in the doorway and watches him running through the crowd.
"Samuel's not going to be too happy about this, Lydia," a smooth voice says, and she turns to see Edgar, leaning against the side of her trailer.
"I know. But I couldn't just let him think that he had been dumped, could I?" She steps down and shuts the door. "Feeling like the one person you want doesn't care about you is the worst feeling in the world."
"One sympathizes," Edgar almost whispers, before turning and walking away.
Lydia watches and tries desperately not to yell after him. She feels a familiar sensation on her forearm and looks down to see what image is forming now, on its own accord.
It's Edgar.
She pulls her sleeve down and goes back into her trailer. If anyone asks, she wasn't crying.
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It didn't take a lot of snooping for Peter to figure out where Sylar was. He's sitting on the roof of Peter's apartment building, staring up at the sky.
He sees Peter.
"I thought I told you-"
Peter cuts him off.
"What did that woman tell you that scared you off?" he demands.
Sylar purses his lips.
"She didn't tell me anything."
"Then why did you leave?"
Sylar doesn't say anything. Instead, he looks down.
Peter walks over and stands over the other man.
"Sylar. Tell me." He sounds angry.
When there's no response, Peter yells again.
"TELL ME-"
"BECAUSE I'M SCARED."
He looks up.
"I'm scared, Peter."
Peter kneels down next to Sylar. "What are you talking about?"
"I can't help but worry something is going to happen to you, like..."
Peter doesn't need to hear the rest of the sentence to know what Sylar was going to say.
He sits down next to Sylar. They sit for a while with no talking.
Finally, Peter says quietly, "I can't promise nothing will happen to me, but I can promise that I will be here for you..."
Sylar slides his hand over and links his fingers with Peter's.
"I think I can handle that," he says.
And then they sit there until the sun sets.
For most people, the sunrise is the symbol of new beginnings. But Peter and Sylar never did things like other people, anyway.