Conversation Of Sorts
Title: Conversation Of Sorts
Rating: PG
Characters: Sylar/Gabriel Gray, Peter Petrelli
Word count: 1,000
Setting: More Between Us/Inside the Wall
Summary: Peter starts, Sylar gets the last word.
A/N: Quite random and poor as far as characterization, details and subject matter go, I'm aware. I'm proud because I think it's the most dialogue I've ever done (independently) between these two characters. Wrote this ages ago.
“I want respect.” It was a simple enough expression. For Peter it was probably a genuine ‘can’t live without it’ need. The wuss. A spoiled one, too. “I know you don’t have it for me, Sylar,” Peter asserted firmly. He looked like he was trying to keep it together about that so-called fact.
“Oh, I have it,” Sylar replied, stating it calmly and in a tone of voice that all but said ‘buuut…’
Peter blinked and tilted his head, folding his arms, too, as if waiting for some unfunny joke he knew was coming. It was almost like he knew Sylar well - it almost made him proud and a little bit warm-n-fuzzy that someone knew him, even a little bit.
“Hmm,” he agreed in the face of that disbelief. “But why do you deserve it, Peter?” He really thinks he can ask for something that he won’t give to me? That’s not fair; he knows it; and he does it anyway.
“I…didn’t say that I did,” Peter hedged, completely off-guard, his mind furiously working that one over.
“No, maybe you don’t. I have things I want, too. We both know I’ll never get them; I’m not stupid. I know why you get to make all the demands, but really, Peter…had you treated me differently, you’d have it. Did you ever stop and think about that?” So, Sylar wanted to get laid; he wanted Peter in his bed and finally they were talking it out, almost like adults. Who would have thought?
“The first time we met you threw locker doors at me for no reason!”
“I had a reason! You got in my way! You didn’t have to! You traveled across country to save a stranger. You do not know how much your stepping in and screwing up my night fucked up my life. It wasn’t personal, it’s just….well, it’s kind of just business. You threw me off a goddamn stadium.”
“Killing people is hardly ever ‘just business.’ People have feelings and they have rights. I do and so do you.”
“Since when?”
“What?”
“Since when do I have feelings and rights? I’m a monster, remember? Different rules apply.”
“Enough with the ‘rules’ crap, Sylar! Whatever you were told was bullshit, I know you’ve been mistreated, but that doesn’t make you any less human - your own actions do that.”
“Oh, so its my fault, huh? Go figure. Never any argument with a Petrelli - they’re always right!”
“You’re just wrong….About this. If you’d listen to what I’m trying to tell you-”
“Please, do tell me my problem. Help me out,” Sylar sneered a sarcastic laugh. “Your help is how many year too late? That makes you wrong. You think everyone else is worth saving except me. How does that work with your morals? You don’t think I can be helped, admit it. Or if you do, you sure aren’t going to do the job.” Not that I blame you. I’m hard work.
“You killed. my. brother.” Peter grated out, on the edge of tears.
“You tried to Haitian me into being your brother. Again,” Sylar snarled right back. It was a far more personal hit. Peter experienced loss as an unforeseen side-effect of Nathan’s murder.
“I don’t owe you anything. You still don’t think you’ve even done wrong. That’s why you can’t get help.”
“Right. The first step is admitting I have a problem.” Sylar rolled his eyes and launched anew, “Nathan wasn’t worth anyone’s respect. He was an idiot who made stupid choices that effected countries. I’d give him credit if he’d had a plan, but he didn’t even have that! No reason! He just hunted us - you! - down like dogs. Why, Peter, why?”
“I don’t know! He was…afraid. Can you try to understand that? He had to deal with my parents, even you know how that is. It would make anybody crazy.”
“Yeah. Because Claire, for all her ability to get into trouble, was a national threat. Nathan wasn’t really worth your respect, Peter. Not to the degree you gave it. Look how he treated you! Trying to make you into a man, raising you notwithstanding, he treated you like dirt. That’s not how a brother treats his own!”
“And you’d do better? Is that where you’re trying to go with this?”
“Yes, I would. I did, for that matter. I saved your ass.”
“You are not my brother. You never could be and you never will be.” Peter’s voice was a hurt yet dangerous growl.
“Fantastic. I don’t want to be. If I was, it would just be one more hang-up to avoid sleeping with me.”
Peter heaved a sigh and looked, in exasperation, for an escape before answering. It was like he couldn’t leave it unsaid and it overwhelmed his desire to just leave. “Sylar, you don’t even like me. You can’t respect me, admit you’re wrong or even apologize for it. There’s no way I’m sleeping with you. If you think otherwise, you’re…deluded.”
“Says the empath. What’s the longest you’ve ever been without human contact? Without sex?”
Peter glared, raking his hair back, messing with it before sighing. “A couple weeks maybe? I don’t know how long I’ve been without sex. I never really kept track.” That sounded just silly.
“When was the last time you got laid?”
Another look, “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Quit lying,” Sylar badgered with certainty.
“A couple years, alright?”
“Wow. Poor baby. A couple of years. You must be withering away inside. All those repressed urges,” his voice turned seductive.
Matter of factly, Peter stated, “People can go their entire lives without sex, you know.”
“I know, I was almost one of them,” Sylar replied drolly. “But not you,” he smirked. “No, no. Not you, Peter. You always have to be touching someone, so needy and desperate for it. That’s why you’ll come around. It’s only a matter of time.” He’d said that before, but this time Peter’s surprised face showed he actually heard it.
Rating: PG
Characters: Sylar/Gabriel Gray, Peter Petrelli
Word count: 1,000
Setting: More Between Us/Inside the Wall
Summary: Peter starts, Sylar gets the last word.
A/N: Quite random and poor as far as characterization, details and subject matter go, I'm aware. I'm proud because I think it's the most dialogue I've ever done (independently) between these two characters. Wrote this ages ago.
“I want respect.” It was a simple enough expression. For Peter it was probably a genuine ‘can’t live without it’ need. The wuss. A spoiled one, too. “I know you don’t have it for me, Sylar,” Peter asserted firmly. He looked like he was trying to keep it together about that so-called fact.
“Oh, I have it,” Sylar replied, stating it calmly and in a tone of voice that all but said ‘buuut…’
Peter blinked and tilted his head, folding his arms, too, as if waiting for some unfunny joke he knew was coming. It was almost like he knew Sylar well - it almost made him proud and a little bit warm-n-fuzzy that someone knew him, even a little bit.
“Hmm,” he agreed in the face of that disbelief. “But why do you deserve it, Peter?” He really thinks he can ask for something that he won’t give to me? That’s not fair; he knows it; and he does it anyway.
“I…didn’t say that I did,” Peter hedged, completely off-guard, his mind furiously working that one over.
“No, maybe you don’t. I have things I want, too. We both know I’ll never get them; I’m not stupid. I know why you get to make all the demands, but really, Peter…had you treated me differently, you’d have it. Did you ever stop and think about that?” So, Sylar wanted to get laid; he wanted Peter in his bed and finally they were talking it out, almost like adults. Who would have thought?
“The first time we met you threw locker doors at me for no reason!”
“I had a reason! You got in my way! You didn’t have to! You traveled across country to save a stranger. You do not know how much your stepping in and screwing up my night fucked up my life. It wasn’t personal, it’s just….well, it’s kind of just business. You threw me off a goddamn stadium.”
“Killing people is hardly ever ‘just business.’ People have feelings and they have rights. I do and so do you.”
“Since when?”
“What?”
“Since when do I have feelings and rights? I’m a monster, remember? Different rules apply.”
“Enough with the ‘rules’ crap, Sylar! Whatever you were told was bullshit, I know you’ve been mistreated, but that doesn’t make you any less human - your own actions do that.”
“Oh, so its my fault, huh? Go figure. Never any argument with a Petrelli - they’re always right!”
“You’re just wrong….About this. If you’d listen to what I’m trying to tell you-”
“Please, do tell me my problem. Help me out,” Sylar sneered a sarcastic laugh. “Your help is how many year too late? That makes you wrong. You think everyone else is worth saving except me. How does that work with your morals? You don’t think I can be helped, admit it. Or if you do, you sure aren’t going to do the job.” Not that I blame you. I’m hard work.
“You killed. my. brother.” Peter grated out, on the edge of tears.
“You tried to Haitian me into being your brother. Again,” Sylar snarled right back. It was a far more personal hit. Peter experienced loss as an unforeseen side-effect of Nathan’s murder.
“I don’t owe you anything. You still don’t think you’ve even done wrong. That’s why you can’t get help.”
“Right. The first step is admitting I have a problem.” Sylar rolled his eyes and launched anew, “Nathan wasn’t worth anyone’s respect. He was an idiot who made stupid choices that effected countries. I’d give him credit if he’d had a plan, but he didn’t even have that! No reason! He just hunted us - you! - down like dogs. Why, Peter, why?”
“I don’t know! He was…afraid. Can you try to understand that? He had to deal with my parents, even you know how that is. It would make anybody crazy.”
“Yeah. Because Claire, for all her ability to get into trouble, was a national threat. Nathan wasn’t really worth your respect, Peter. Not to the degree you gave it. Look how he treated you! Trying to make you into a man, raising you notwithstanding, he treated you like dirt. That’s not how a brother treats his own!”
“And you’d do better? Is that where you’re trying to go with this?”
“Yes, I would. I did, for that matter. I saved your ass.”
“You are not my brother. You never could be and you never will be.” Peter’s voice was a hurt yet dangerous growl.
“Fantastic. I don’t want to be. If I was, it would just be one more hang-up to avoid sleeping with me.”
Peter heaved a sigh and looked, in exasperation, for an escape before answering. It was like he couldn’t leave it unsaid and it overwhelmed his desire to just leave. “Sylar, you don’t even like me. You can’t respect me, admit you’re wrong or even apologize for it. There’s no way I’m sleeping with you. If you think otherwise, you’re…deluded.”
“Says the empath. What’s the longest you’ve ever been without human contact? Without sex?”
Peter glared, raking his hair back, messing with it before sighing. “A couple weeks maybe? I don’t know how long I’ve been without sex. I never really kept track.” That sounded just silly.
“When was the last time you got laid?”
Another look, “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Quit lying,” Sylar badgered with certainty.
“A couple years, alright?”
“Wow. Poor baby. A couple of years. You must be withering away inside. All those repressed urges,” his voice turned seductive.
Matter of factly, Peter stated, “People can go their entire lives without sex, you know.”
“I know, I was almost one of them,” Sylar replied drolly. “But not you,” he smirked. “No, no. Not you, Peter. You always have to be touching someone, so needy and desperate for it. That’s why you’ll come around. It’s only a matter of time.” He’d said that before, but this time Peter’s surprised face showed he actually heard it.