Heroes, "Skin of Lies" Sylar!Nathan/Peter; rated pg
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Skin of Lies
Author: paynesgrey
Genre: Angst
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar!Nathan,(implied Nathan/Peter)
Word Count: 469
Notes: Set during "The Wall". Done for my A-Z meme for "N-Need" for commen_sense.
Summary: Peter can't handle the cravings any longer.
Stuck behind this wall, there were little moments of memory that Peter hated.
When Sylar preferred to give him space, Peter would feel the instant solitude, and subsequently, his lonely thoughts seem to resurrect Nathan’s ghost, and he’d make himself half-crazy believing he was hearing his brother’s voice.
Only he wasn’t. He was craving it - craving him, and in a way, being stuck in this nightmare seemed to expose him and make him vulnerable for the skeletons and demons born from his darker nature, the nature he’d quelled and locked away.
After the last time (Peter couldn’t remember how many times exactly) that he felt this need for his brother - just to see him once, so Peter decided to he needed to do something about it. And he needed help.
Sylar was unexpectedly searching for him as well within the vacant city of Sylar’s mind. Peter approached him, hands deep in his pockets, and his brow knitted together.
“Something on your mind?” Sylar asked, and Peter hated the cockiness in his voice. In fact, Peter hated Sylar’s voice altogether, and he hated hearing it grate at his nerves every minute of these endless days.
More than anything, Peter hated Sylar, but he hated himself even more now after what he was about to ask.
“Can you become Nathan again?” It was a blunt request. Sylar’s expression was already poised to be amused.
“Of course, but Peter, do you really want that? I don’t believe that’s wise,” Sylar asked. What was he; Peter’s conscience now?
“Does it really matter to you?” Peter shot back hotly.
Sylar tilted his head to the side, calm and controlled as ever. “No, but you know I’ll be acting.”
“Act anyway you want,” Peter said. “Just do it.”
“And if I do? What’s in it for me?”
Peter laughed loudly, and it echoed throughout the false world. He shook his head and looked at Sylar accusingly. “You’re so like that, aren’t you?”
“Would you prefer I was someone else?”
A heavy pause, and Peter was closing the distance between them. He gripped Sylar’s biceps hard - desperately - and he leaned his head against Sylar’s shoulder. He almost sobbed. “Yes.”
Peter felt the material change; he froze before taking an anxious look.
“Hello, Pete.” His brother grinned at him - smug and confident - the way Peter remembered him; the way Peter loved him. Nathan stood still, waiting for Peter’s next move until he pulled him into a tight embrace.
“I’ve missed you,” Peter cried, the tears flowing onto Nathan’s clothes. Peter held him close, never wanting to let go - never wanting to open his eyes and see someone other than Nathan standing before him.
And thus, for a moment, Peter let himself believe. He allowed himself to love a blatant lie.
Title: Skin of Lies
Author: paynesgrey
Genre: Angst
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar!Nathan,(implied Nathan/Peter)
Word Count: 469
Notes: Set during "The Wall". Done for my A-Z meme for "N-Need" for commen_sense.
Summary: Peter can't handle the cravings any longer.
Stuck behind this wall, there were little moments of memory that Peter hated.
When Sylar preferred to give him space, Peter would feel the instant solitude, and subsequently, his lonely thoughts seem to resurrect Nathan’s ghost, and he’d make himself half-crazy believing he was hearing his brother’s voice.
Only he wasn’t. He was craving it - craving him, and in a way, being stuck in this nightmare seemed to expose him and make him vulnerable for the skeletons and demons born from his darker nature, the nature he’d quelled and locked away.
After the last time (Peter couldn’t remember how many times exactly) that he felt this need for his brother - just to see him once, so Peter decided to he needed to do something about it. And he needed help.
Sylar was unexpectedly searching for him as well within the vacant city of Sylar’s mind. Peter approached him, hands deep in his pockets, and his brow knitted together.
“Something on your mind?” Sylar asked, and Peter hated the cockiness in his voice. In fact, Peter hated Sylar’s voice altogether, and he hated hearing it grate at his nerves every minute of these endless days.
More than anything, Peter hated Sylar, but he hated himself even more now after what he was about to ask.
“Can you become Nathan again?” It was a blunt request. Sylar’s expression was already poised to be amused.
“Of course, but Peter, do you really want that? I don’t believe that’s wise,” Sylar asked. What was he; Peter’s conscience now?
“Does it really matter to you?” Peter shot back hotly.
Sylar tilted his head to the side, calm and controlled as ever. “No, but you know I’ll be acting.”
“Act anyway you want,” Peter said. “Just do it.”
“And if I do? What’s in it for me?”
Peter laughed loudly, and it echoed throughout the false world. He shook his head and looked at Sylar accusingly. “You’re so like that, aren’t you?”
“Would you prefer I was someone else?”
A heavy pause, and Peter was closing the distance between them. He gripped Sylar’s biceps hard - desperately - and he leaned his head against Sylar’s shoulder. He almost sobbed. “Yes.”
Peter felt the material change; he froze before taking an anxious look.
“Hello, Pete.” His brother grinned at him - smug and confident - the way Peter remembered him; the way Peter loved him. Nathan stood still, waiting for Peter’s next move until he pulled him into a tight embrace.
“I’ve missed you,” Peter cried, the tears flowing onto Nathan’s clothes. Peter held him close, never wanting to let go - never wanting to open his eyes and see someone other than Nathan standing before him.
And thus, for a moment, Peter let himself believe. He allowed himself to love a blatant lie.