More Between Us, Chapter 8.5/? "Peter's Ponderings One"
Title: More Between Us Than A Wall part 8.5/? "Peter's Ponderings One"
Characters: Peter Petrelli (mentions of Sylar/Gabriel Gray)
Rating: G-PG
Warnings: None
Setting: Inside the Wall, S4.
Words: 569
Summary: Peter ponders life.
A/N: Occurs between Chapters 8 and 9. Written solely by Game_byrd.
Day 5
Peter settled in, listening as Sylar’s breathing deepened and he drifted off to sleep. That was surprising. He half hadn’t expected the other man to rest at all with him near. He certainly hadn’t expected him to sleep. Of course, it might just be the concussion making him woozy and fouling his judgment. Wasn’t like he was making a lot of sense a few times there.
Amanda. His brows pulled together. He remembered an Amanda. She’d been able to conjure fire. She’d burned down her own house, overwhelmed by her ability. Then later she accidentally set fires in the hospital. They were minor, but a symptom of her lack of control. He’d pushed her to seek out her family and find a support system. Did Sylar’s comment mean he’s met her, too? I wonder if she’s still alive? Surely he doesn’t … didn’t kill everyone he ran into.
Sylar breathed more heavily. A support system. He remembered watching this man sleep before. He came to me for help. Twice. He showed me his ability - telekinesis - and it never even occurred to me that he wasn’t Nathan. He gave a bitter, haunted smile, full of regrets. He’d felt jealous. He’d been sure ‘Nathan’ was lying about not knowing how he got the power and even if he wasn’t, Peter didn’t care. Nathan had proven he wouldn’t use his gifts for anyone’s good but himself. He was twisted inside. The more Peter thought about it, the more he understood how a future version of himself could come back and shoot his brother. I already tried to shoot Dad in this timeline. My whole family is fucked up. Me among them.
He chewed on another cracker, thinking about how uneasily this man had slept in Peter’s apartment, on his bed, curled around a mostly empty bottle of the hardest liquor he could find. Peter had stayed up all night, thinking, watching him, struggling to come to terms with what might have happened. He hadn’t been positive Nathan was dead. Yes, he’d seen his body, but he’d also seen Sylar’s. And Peter had had his own experience with being ‘stashed’ in a body that wasn’t his own. With abilities, there were too many possibilities.
All he could go on was what was in front of him and that had been a man who had looked like Nathan, but said he wasn’t. He didn’t act quite like Nathan either. If I hadn’t been so buried in my own life maybe I would have seen it earlier. What would it have been like if Sylar had been a brother for real? If he’d had a support system to go to like I did, like I told Amanda to go to? Surely he had someone?
He came to me for help. Was that because he was Nathan and I was his brother and that was what Nathan would have done? Or was it because he was Sylar and Sylar thought I … he thought I would help him? Or that maybe he could trust me? Peter’s mind went back to Pinehearst and his earlier thoughts about how he was the only member of his family that Sylar seemed to have an interest in (that is, a non-homicidal interest), which struck Peter as odd given how homicidal their many interactions had been. He came to me for help.
It was definitely something to think about.
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Characters: Peter Petrelli (mentions of Sylar/Gabriel Gray)
Rating: G-PG
Warnings: None
Setting: Inside the Wall, S4.
Words: 569
Summary: Peter ponders life.
A/N: Occurs between Chapters 8 and 9. Written solely by Game_byrd.
Day 5
Peter settled in, listening as Sylar’s breathing deepened and he drifted off to sleep. That was surprising. He half hadn’t expected the other man to rest at all with him near. He certainly hadn’t expected him to sleep. Of course, it might just be the concussion making him woozy and fouling his judgment. Wasn’t like he was making a lot of sense a few times there.
Amanda. His brows pulled together. He remembered an Amanda. She’d been able to conjure fire. She’d burned down her own house, overwhelmed by her ability. Then later she accidentally set fires in the hospital. They were minor, but a symptom of her lack of control. He’d pushed her to seek out her family and find a support system. Did Sylar’s comment mean he’s met her, too? I wonder if she’s still alive? Surely he doesn’t … didn’t kill everyone he ran into.
Sylar breathed more heavily. A support system. He remembered watching this man sleep before. He came to me for help. Twice. He showed me his ability - telekinesis - and it never even occurred to me that he wasn’t Nathan. He gave a bitter, haunted smile, full of regrets. He’d felt jealous. He’d been sure ‘Nathan’ was lying about not knowing how he got the power and even if he wasn’t, Peter didn’t care. Nathan had proven he wouldn’t use his gifts for anyone’s good but himself. He was twisted inside. The more Peter thought about it, the more he understood how a future version of himself could come back and shoot his brother. I already tried to shoot Dad in this timeline. My whole family is fucked up. Me among them.
He chewed on another cracker, thinking about how uneasily this man had slept in Peter’s apartment, on his bed, curled around a mostly empty bottle of the hardest liquor he could find. Peter had stayed up all night, thinking, watching him, struggling to come to terms with what might have happened. He hadn’t been positive Nathan was dead. Yes, he’d seen his body, but he’d also seen Sylar’s. And Peter had had his own experience with being ‘stashed’ in a body that wasn’t his own. With abilities, there were too many possibilities.
All he could go on was what was in front of him and that had been a man who had looked like Nathan, but said he wasn’t. He didn’t act quite like Nathan either. If I hadn’t been so buried in my own life maybe I would have seen it earlier. What would it have been like if Sylar had been a brother for real? If he’d had a support system to go to like I did, like I told Amanda to go to? Surely he had someone?
He came to me for help. Was that because he was Nathan and I was his brother and that was what Nathan would have done? Or was it because he was Sylar and Sylar thought I … he thought I would help him? Or that maybe he could trust me? Peter’s mind went back to Pinehearst and his earlier thoughts about how he was the only member of his family that Sylar seemed to have an interest in (that is, a non-homicidal interest), which struck Peter as odd given how homicidal their many interactions had been. He came to me for help.
It was definitely something to think about.
XXX
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