That Damn Shapeshifter
That Damn Shapeshifter
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar, Danko, Angela Petrelli
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Sylar investigates the shape shifter's apartment, and...wtf?
Warnings: Spoilers for season 3 and some implied gayness.
Sylar and Danko were digging through the shapeshifter's apartment when Sylar stumbled on some photographs of lots of different women. He flipped through them nonchalantly. Suddenly, he stops. His face is pale. He sets his jaw.
"If you excuse me for a moment," he says, before stepping into the other room. The sounds of a phone being dialed is heard.
"Hey, it's me." A pause. "Sylar," he qualifies, a slight tone of annoyance in his voice. "Look, were you at the Boom Boom Room last month? At all?" Another pause. "Are you fucking serious? Jesus Christ Peter. So that means that you and I never...we never..." he trailed off. "Shit."
Danko, who was eavesdropping like the little bitch he is, poked his head in. "Are you talking to Peter Petrelli?" All of a sudden, Sylar's phone was completely gone. Just, boom.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Danko," Sylar remarks casually, before strolling out of the room.
Meanwhile, in that one church in New York, Peter and his mommy are hiding out from the cops. Peter stands in an empty hallway, confused. Sylar had just called his phone asking if he was at some gay club the other day and when he said he wasn't, Sylar freaked out. Then the line went dead. Weird.
Roughly ten minutes later, Sylar busts in the door of the church and grabs Peter by the shoulders. "Are you saying we didn't have sex at the club?" he demands. Peter frowns.
"What?" he asks. Sylar pulls the photo out of his pocket and shows it to Peter, whose eyes grow wide.
"That's not me, Sylar," he whispers. Sylar looks sad.
"So we never had sex before?" he asks, defeated, and Peter stops him.
"What about that time in the bathroom of that gross bar?" Peter reminds him, and Sylar looks up shocked.
"That wasn't me either!" Sylar says in disbelief. Damn, that shapeshifter gets the fuck around, doesn't he? The two of them looked at each other with really intense expressions before Peter grabs Sylar's arm and drags him into a nearby confessional. The door slams behind them and Sylar leans in to hiss, "What are you doing?"
Peter, smiling, presses his lips close to Sylar's ear and whispers, "Bless me father, for I have sinned."
For the next half hour, Angela Petrelli has a very, very bad dream and Danko has a hissy fit.
THE END.
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar, Danko, Angela Petrelli
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Sylar investigates the shape shifter's apartment, and...wtf?
Warnings: Spoilers for season 3 and some implied gayness.
Sylar and Danko were digging through the shapeshifter's apartment when Sylar stumbled on some photographs of lots of different women. He flipped through them nonchalantly. Suddenly, he stops. His face is pale. He sets his jaw.
"If you excuse me for a moment," he says, before stepping into the other room. The sounds of a phone being dialed is heard.
"Hey, it's me." A pause. "Sylar," he qualifies, a slight tone of annoyance in his voice. "Look, were you at the Boom Boom Room last month? At all?" Another pause. "Are you fucking serious? Jesus Christ Peter. So that means that you and I never...we never..." he trailed off. "Shit."
Danko, who was eavesdropping like the little bitch he is, poked his head in. "Are you talking to Peter Petrelli?" All of a sudden, Sylar's phone was completely gone. Just, boom.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Danko," Sylar remarks casually, before strolling out of the room.
Meanwhile, in that one church in New York, Peter and his mommy are hiding out from the cops. Peter stands in an empty hallway, confused. Sylar had just called his phone asking if he was at some gay club the other day and when he said he wasn't, Sylar freaked out. Then the line went dead. Weird.
Roughly ten minutes later, Sylar busts in the door of the church and grabs Peter by the shoulders. "Are you saying we didn't have sex at the club?" he demands. Peter frowns.
"What?" he asks. Sylar pulls the photo out of his pocket and shows it to Peter, whose eyes grow wide.
"That's not me, Sylar," he whispers. Sylar looks sad.
"So we never had sex before?" he asks, defeated, and Peter stops him.
"What about that time in the bathroom of that gross bar?" Peter reminds him, and Sylar looks up shocked.
"That wasn't me either!" Sylar says in disbelief. Damn, that shapeshifter gets the fuck around, doesn't he? The two of them looked at each other with really intense expressions before Peter grabs Sylar's arm and drags him into a nearby confessional. The door slams behind them and Sylar leans in to hiss, "What are you doing?"
Peter, smiling, presses his lips close to Sylar's ear and whispers, "Bless me father, for I have sinned."
For the next half hour, Angela Petrelli has a very, very bad dream and Danko has a hissy fit.
THE END.