Recollection
Title: Recollection (3/?)
Pairing: Sylar/Peter (eventually)
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst, that's about it for this chapter
Disclaimer: come on, really?
Summary: It's been almost a year since Angela and Noah had Matt brainwash Sylar. Now the truth is surfacing, and Peter is the one who has to deal with the mess.
Nathan/Sylar's POV
Nathan. Sylar. Nathan…
Two sets of memories keep streaming through my mind.
There’s a day in Central Park, where I’m horsing around with a young Peter and teaching him how to throw a perfect curve ball.
Then there’s a young gangly boy being shoved around and laughed at in the local park, helpless and pathetic as passersby just walk on past, turning a blind eye.
I remember mom glowing with pride as I announce my campaign for senator, Peter’s warm hug of support when I tell him.
But I also remember my mother’s sigh of disappointment when I follow in my father’s footsteps and become a watchmaker.
Two lives, one full of laughter and smiles and accomplishment, the other filled with tears and pain and disappointment. But everything is blurred together, my memories but…not.
Why can’t I tell the difference?
I can feel myself starting to panic. What if I’m stuck in this limbo between identities?
I’m Nathan. I’m Sylar. I’m both. I’m neither.
I’m broken…
And this time, I don’t know how to fix it.
Pairing: Sylar/Peter (eventually)
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst, that's about it for this chapter
Disclaimer: come on, really?
Summary: It's been almost a year since Angela and Noah had Matt brainwash Sylar. Now the truth is surfacing, and Peter is the one who has to deal with the mess.
Nathan/Sylar's POV
Nathan. Sylar. Nathan…
Two sets of memories keep streaming through my mind.
There’s a day in Central Park, where I’m horsing around with a young Peter and teaching him how to throw a perfect curve ball.
Then there’s a young gangly boy being shoved around and laughed at in the local park, helpless and pathetic as passersby just walk on past, turning a blind eye.
I remember mom glowing with pride as I announce my campaign for senator, Peter’s warm hug of support when I tell him.
But I also remember my mother’s sigh of disappointment when I follow in my father’s footsteps and become a watchmaker.
Two lives, one full of laughter and smiles and accomplishment, the other filled with tears and pain and disappointment. But everything is blurred together, my memories but…not.
Why can’t I tell the difference?
I can feel myself starting to panic. What if I’m stuck in this limbo between identities?
I’m Nathan. I’m Sylar. I’m both. I’m neither.
I’m broken…
And this time, I don’t know how to fix it.