The road to Redemption
Title: The Road to Redemption
Rating: PGish
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar, Edgar/Lydia, Samuel, Matt, Damian
Summary: Going with an idea by my bestie Liz, this is inspired by last night's episode, the online comic, and just season 4 in general.
Warnings: Seasons 3 and 4, all that.
Edit: I said Edgar's Scottish but that's only because I looked it up and Ray Park is Scottish.
I have NO idea what Edgar's accent is supposed to be. Oops.
Thwack.
A knife hits the target spot on.
Thwack.
Another.
Edgar reaches for another knife when he realizes he's thrown all of them. Grumbling, he goes to pull them off the target. Looking over his shoulder, he steals a glance over at the trailer that Lydia and that...guy disappeared into.
What right did he have to put the moves on his girl?
Okay, so maybe they weren't together or anything, but he's known her for like, 14 years and he saw the two of them together in that crystal ball. The fortune teller claimed it was fake, but Edgar knew better.
They were meant to be together.
He was starting to shake from anger again. He dropped his beloved knives and stomped off to go get wasted. At least he could fall asleep and stop thinking about Lydia and that stupid wanker in that trailer, doing...
He couldn't even bring himself to think about it.
The jealousy was really starting to drive him mad.
With a huff, he turned the corner and bumped into Damian.
"Sorry," he mumbled. He went to move and then stopped. Turning around, he called out, "Hey, Damian...come 'ere."
The man walked over and looked at him. He didn't say much, but he knew how to get the message across.
"Say, what can you tell me about the new guy? Sylar?" Edgar asked, glancing surreptitiously around to make sure he wasn't around. Damian simply stared.
"Please, I need to know," Edgar implored, trying his hardest not to sound desperate. Damian must have sensed this, because he gave in.
Within ten minutes, Edgar knew all he needed to know. A quick dash into town to find a phone book, and he knew exactly where he needed to go.
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Peter was standing in his kitchen pouring a cup of coffee when he heard a weird noise in his living room. Setting his cup down, he walked through the doorway and stopped.
Standing there where his couch used to be was the man with the super fast ability. The one with the knives who tried to kill Noah. The one who took the compass.
"What do you want?" Peter demanded, steeling himself for a fight.
The man simply shook his head.
"I'm not here to hurt you," he said, with a thick Scottish accent.
"Then what do you want?" Peter backed away anyway. "I don't have the compass."
Edgar chuckled.
"No, I'm not here for that, either. I came here with a proposition for you," and he held up his hands to show Peter that he wasn't armed.
Not that it mattered, he was fast enough to hurt Peter even without his knives. Still, Peter let his guard down. Glancing at the kitchen, he asked, "Would you like something to drink?"
Five minutes later the two of them were sitting awkwardly in Peter's kitchen drinking coffee and staring at the floor. Finally, Edgar spoke.
"I think you can help me with something."
Peter looks at the other man incredulously.
"And what might that be?" he asks.
"Well, you see," Edgar begins, "My girl is being bothered by this guy. It seems he's lost his way and needs a new change of direction, and I think you're the man for the job."
Peter takes a sip of coffee. "Okay, so you think I'm just going to drop everything to help you out and conveniently ignore the fact that you tried to kill me and my friend? Is that it?" He lets out a spiteful laugh. "Dream on."
Edgar pursed his lips.
"Well, you see, I think you would be very interested in this guy."
"What makes you say that?"
Edgar leans forward.
"You used to be in love with him."
Peter drops his coffee cup and Edgar catches it before it has a chance to spill everywhere.
"Do you mean...are you saying..." Peter swallows. He's gone pale. "Are you saying that...Sylar is the guy?" He can barely get the words out.
"That I am," Edgar smiles. "Now what do you say?"
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It took some evidence, but as soon as Peter saw that Sylar was alive he immediately agreed to help Edgar out. Namely because he needed to see Sylar again, but then again, Peter would never say no to someone who asked him for help.
The problem was, what exactly were they going to do? With Sylar's memory gone, it's not like he would just give up on Lydia and go for Peter. No, this plan required cunning.
So, Peter came up with an idea: Edgar would run the two of them over to LA to see Matt Parkman, where Peter would steal his ability. Then, they'd go back to New York and the carnival and Peter would use it to convince Sylar of who he was. He'd remember Peter and what they had, he'd go back to him, and Edgar would get Lydia back.
Hopefully, it would work....
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Meanwhile, in LA, Matt Parkman had it to here with dealing with the Sylar in his mind. He was constantly getting bothered, and especially at crucial moments. When he was working, when he was with Janice...always. He was fed up.
So it was quite a surprise when Peter Petrelli and some Scottish guy showed up at his doorstep while Janice was at work and Matt Jr. was down for a nap.
"Peter? What...what are you doing here?" Matt asked, trying to avoid the sudden giddiness he could feel in the back of his head.
"I need to ask a favor, if you don't mind," he says, and nods at the Scottish guy to go wait outside.
As Peter walks in, Matt notices that the Sylar in his mind has decided to manifest himself physically into the room. He's following Peter around like a lost puppy. Rolling his eyes, he turns to Peter.
"What do you need?" he asks.
Peter glances around, then sits down.
"I need to take your ability," he says, looking up at Matt with those giant brown eyes.
Matt sighs.
He's about to ask why when, before he knows it, he's reading Peter's thoughts.
A single memory sticks out.
Peter and Noah Bennet in Georgia.
A young kid with long blonde hair and a shotgun.
Peter, relieved to see he stopped time, only to realize from the searing pain in his chest he did it too late.
Peter, laying on the floor, struggling to breathe through the blood in his lungs.
Peter, whose last thought before his eyes close is how much he wishes he could see that certain someone again...
That someone.
Sylar.
Matt's eyes open wide and dart over to the Sylar in his mind, who is standing behind Peter with wet eyes.
Oh God.
"Peter, you...you died?" Matt can barely say it. Nevermind that he can barely comprehend that Peter is in love with that monster.
Peter's silence is answer enough.
Reaching across the room, Matt grabs Peter's wrist and he can feel the tingling sensation that comes from Peter absorbing his power. When Peter starts poking through his mind for answers, he lets him. He has the right to know everything: How his own mother lied to him, how his brother died, everything.
Peter leaves with the Scottish guy.
Matt sighs and says out loud, "Happy now?"
It's been a long day.
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When Peter and Edgar arrive at the carnival grounds, Peter takes off to find Sylar. He finds him, standing by the ring toss, talking to an attractive blonde woman covered in tattoos. Lydia, he figures.
The next thing he knows, Edgar is standing next to him, trying his hardest not to punch Sylar in the face.
"Sylar," Edgar says, "Look who came to see you."
Sylar looks Peter up and down and asks, "Do I know you?"
Peter nods solemnly. "You did."
There's a pause before Sylar motions for Peter to follow him into the trailer Samuel had given him.
After they leave, Edgar turns to Lydia. They look at each other before Edgar asks, "Did you sleep with him?"
Lydia glares.
"I had to do what I had to do, Edgar," she says, but he's known her too long to believe her.
"You didn't do it, did you?"
She looks up at him, and shakes her head. Her eyes are shining with unshed tears.
"I couldn't."
And before she can blink, he's pulled her close and pressed their lips together. She lifts her shaking hands to grab on to his coat.
They don't notice Samuel scowling at them from across the grounds.
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Samuel is suspicious. What the hell did Edgar do? He could compromise everything that they've been working for.
He makes his way to Sylar's trailer but stops when he hears what sounds like muffled sobs coming from inside.
He walks around back and peeks through the window. He sees Sylar, sitting on his bed, and the Petrelli boy standing in front of him. Sylar has his face buried in Peter's stomach and his hands clinging to the back of Peter's shirt.
He's crying, hard. The man standing in front of him is gently rubbing his back and whispering.
He can barely make out what he's saying.
Sylar pulls away, looks up at Peter, and says, "I'm sorry I killed your brother. I'm so sorry," before burying his face back into Peter's shirt.
So Sylar remembers, then.
Samuel is debating whether or not he should stop this when Peter cups Sylar's chin and lifts his head up so he's looking at him. Kneeling down so his face is level with Sylar's, Peter presses their foreheads together.
"I forgive you," he says.
And then he leans forward to kiss the other man so very gently, it's like their lips barely touched.
Samuel turns to leave. He may be manipulative and just a little bit crazy, but he wasn't just going to watch those two like some creep.
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It seemed like Samuel was out of options. He was counting on filling Joseph's place with Sylar, but with Sylar's memories restored, he was probably going to go off with Petrelli and that was it.
Samuel had to think of a new plan.
He found Lydia in her tent.
"You have to show me what happens next," he says. He holds up the jar of ink.
She sighs, and lets down the straps of the dress she's wearing so he can press the pen to her back.
When the ink finally emerges, he finds his answer.
Rating: PGish
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar, Edgar/Lydia, Samuel, Matt, Damian
Summary: Going with an idea by my bestie Liz, this is inspired by last night's episode, the online comic, and just season 4 in general.
Warnings: Seasons 3 and 4, all that.
Edit: I said Edgar's Scottish but that's only because I looked it up and Ray Park is Scottish.
I have NO idea what Edgar's accent is supposed to be. Oops.
Thwack.
A knife hits the target spot on.
Thwack.
Another.
Edgar reaches for another knife when he realizes he's thrown all of them. Grumbling, he goes to pull them off the target. Looking over his shoulder, he steals a glance over at the trailer that Lydia and that...guy disappeared into.
What right did he have to put the moves on his girl?
Okay, so maybe they weren't together or anything, but he's known her for like, 14 years and he saw the two of them together in that crystal ball. The fortune teller claimed it was fake, but Edgar knew better.
They were meant to be together.
He was starting to shake from anger again. He dropped his beloved knives and stomped off to go get wasted. At least he could fall asleep and stop thinking about Lydia and that stupid wanker in that trailer, doing...
He couldn't even bring himself to think about it.
The jealousy was really starting to drive him mad.
With a huff, he turned the corner and bumped into Damian.
"Sorry," he mumbled. He went to move and then stopped. Turning around, he called out, "Hey, Damian...come 'ere."
The man walked over and looked at him. He didn't say much, but he knew how to get the message across.
"Say, what can you tell me about the new guy? Sylar?" Edgar asked, glancing surreptitiously around to make sure he wasn't around. Damian simply stared.
"Please, I need to know," Edgar implored, trying his hardest not to sound desperate. Damian must have sensed this, because he gave in.
Within ten minutes, Edgar knew all he needed to know. A quick dash into town to find a phone book, and he knew exactly where he needed to go.
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Peter was standing in his kitchen pouring a cup of coffee when he heard a weird noise in his living room. Setting his cup down, he walked through the doorway and stopped.
Standing there where his couch used to be was the man with the super fast ability. The one with the knives who tried to kill Noah. The one who took the compass.
"What do you want?" Peter demanded, steeling himself for a fight.
The man simply shook his head.
"I'm not here to hurt you," he said, with a thick Scottish accent.
"Then what do you want?" Peter backed away anyway. "I don't have the compass."
Edgar chuckled.
"No, I'm not here for that, either. I came here with a proposition for you," and he held up his hands to show Peter that he wasn't armed.
Not that it mattered, he was fast enough to hurt Peter even without his knives. Still, Peter let his guard down. Glancing at the kitchen, he asked, "Would you like something to drink?"
Five minutes later the two of them were sitting awkwardly in Peter's kitchen drinking coffee and staring at the floor. Finally, Edgar spoke.
"I think you can help me with something."
Peter looks at the other man incredulously.
"And what might that be?" he asks.
"Well, you see," Edgar begins, "My girl is being bothered by this guy. It seems he's lost his way and needs a new change of direction, and I think you're the man for the job."
Peter takes a sip of coffee. "Okay, so you think I'm just going to drop everything to help you out and conveniently ignore the fact that you tried to kill me and my friend? Is that it?" He lets out a spiteful laugh. "Dream on."
Edgar pursed his lips.
"Well, you see, I think you would be very interested in this guy."
"What makes you say that?"
Edgar leans forward.
"You used to be in love with him."
Peter drops his coffee cup and Edgar catches it before it has a chance to spill everywhere.
"Do you mean...are you saying..." Peter swallows. He's gone pale. "Are you saying that...Sylar is the guy?" He can barely get the words out.
"That I am," Edgar smiles. "Now what do you say?"
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It took some evidence, but as soon as Peter saw that Sylar was alive he immediately agreed to help Edgar out. Namely because he needed to see Sylar again, but then again, Peter would never say no to someone who asked him for help.
The problem was, what exactly were they going to do? With Sylar's memory gone, it's not like he would just give up on Lydia and go for Peter. No, this plan required cunning.
So, Peter came up with an idea: Edgar would run the two of them over to LA to see Matt Parkman, where Peter would steal his ability. Then, they'd go back to New York and the carnival and Peter would use it to convince Sylar of who he was. He'd remember Peter and what they had, he'd go back to him, and Edgar would get Lydia back.
Hopefully, it would work....
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Meanwhile, in LA, Matt Parkman had it to here with dealing with the Sylar in his mind. He was constantly getting bothered, and especially at crucial moments. When he was working, when he was with Janice...always. He was fed up.
So it was quite a surprise when Peter Petrelli and some Scottish guy showed up at his doorstep while Janice was at work and Matt Jr. was down for a nap.
"Peter? What...what are you doing here?" Matt asked, trying to avoid the sudden giddiness he could feel in the back of his head.
"I need to ask a favor, if you don't mind," he says, and nods at the Scottish guy to go wait outside.
As Peter walks in, Matt notices that the Sylar in his mind has decided to manifest himself physically into the room. He's following Peter around like a lost puppy. Rolling his eyes, he turns to Peter.
"What do you need?" he asks.
Peter glances around, then sits down.
"I need to take your ability," he says, looking up at Matt with those giant brown eyes.
Matt sighs.
He's about to ask why when, before he knows it, he's reading Peter's thoughts.
A single memory sticks out.
Peter and Noah Bennet in Georgia.
A young kid with long blonde hair and a shotgun.
Peter, relieved to see he stopped time, only to realize from the searing pain in his chest he did it too late.
Peter, laying on the floor, struggling to breathe through the blood in his lungs.
Peter, whose last thought before his eyes close is how much he wishes he could see that certain someone again...
That someone.
Sylar.
Matt's eyes open wide and dart over to the Sylar in his mind, who is standing behind Peter with wet eyes.
Oh God.
"Peter, you...you died?" Matt can barely say it. Nevermind that he can barely comprehend that Peter is in love with that monster.
Peter's silence is answer enough.
Reaching across the room, Matt grabs Peter's wrist and he can feel the tingling sensation that comes from Peter absorbing his power. When Peter starts poking through his mind for answers, he lets him. He has the right to know everything: How his own mother lied to him, how his brother died, everything.
Peter leaves with the Scottish guy.
Matt sighs and says out loud, "Happy now?"
It's been a long day.
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When Peter and Edgar arrive at the carnival grounds, Peter takes off to find Sylar. He finds him, standing by the ring toss, talking to an attractive blonde woman covered in tattoos. Lydia, he figures.
The next thing he knows, Edgar is standing next to him, trying his hardest not to punch Sylar in the face.
"Sylar," Edgar says, "Look who came to see you."
Sylar looks Peter up and down and asks, "Do I know you?"
Peter nods solemnly. "You did."
There's a pause before Sylar motions for Peter to follow him into the trailer Samuel had given him.
After they leave, Edgar turns to Lydia. They look at each other before Edgar asks, "Did you sleep with him?"
Lydia glares.
"I had to do what I had to do, Edgar," she says, but he's known her too long to believe her.
"You didn't do it, did you?"
She looks up at him, and shakes her head. Her eyes are shining with unshed tears.
"I couldn't."
And before she can blink, he's pulled her close and pressed their lips together. She lifts her shaking hands to grab on to his coat.
They don't notice Samuel scowling at them from across the grounds.
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Samuel is suspicious. What the hell did Edgar do? He could compromise everything that they've been working for.
He makes his way to Sylar's trailer but stops when he hears what sounds like muffled sobs coming from inside.
He walks around back and peeks through the window. He sees Sylar, sitting on his bed, and the Petrelli boy standing in front of him. Sylar has his face buried in Peter's stomach and his hands clinging to the back of Peter's shirt.
He's crying, hard. The man standing in front of him is gently rubbing his back and whispering.
He can barely make out what he's saying.
Sylar pulls away, looks up at Peter, and says, "I'm sorry I killed your brother. I'm so sorry," before burying his face back into Peter's shirt.
So Sylar remembers, then.
Samuel is debating whether or not he should stop this when Peter cups Sylar's chin and lifts his head up so he's looking at him. Kneeling down so his face is level with Sylar's, Peter presses their foreheads together.
"I forgive you," he says.
And then he leans forward to kiss the other man so very gently, it's like their lips barely touched.
Samuel turns to leave. He may be manipulative and just a little bit crazy, but he wasn't just going to watch those two like some creep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It seemed like Samuel was out of options. He was counting on filling Joseph's place with Sylar, but with Sylar's memories restored, he was probably going to go off with Petrelli and that was it.
Samuel had to think of a new plan.
He found Lydia in her tent.
"You have to show me what happens next," he says. He holds up the jar of ink.
She sighs, and lets down the straps of the dress she's wearing so he can press the pen to her back.
When the ink finally emerges, he finds his answer.