Peter's bedroom, Thursday afternoon
Energetic snuggle time tended to eventually lead to more sleepy snuggle time. Which was why Peter and Sam were curled up in Peter's bed, catching a few z's.
Peter snuggled next to Sam. He felt warm and safe, like he never wanted to leave.
"I have to tell you something," Peter said, feeling as though if he didn't speak now he'd never get the chance to let Sam know what he was about to say. "Just listen, okay?"
"Sounds like this is going to be good," a voice that was very much not Sam's replied.
Peter jerked back. Sam was gone. In his place was a face Peter knew all too well, thanks to Fandom.
"Sylar," Peter said. He tried to call up one of his powers but he couldn't make any of them come.
Sylar made a mock-tsking noise, wagging his finger back and forth at Peter as if to scold him. "Won't do any good. You can't beat me. You're never going to beat me. Of course, maybe you're not supposed to. Maybe I'm not the bad guy."
"You killed Nathan!" Granted it was in another universe and another timeline, but Peter didn't care. "You tried to kill Claire!"
"Did. Will." Sylar nodded, as though this was a fair point. "Claire, Nathan, Sam - everyone you love or care about. But remember there's also a city at stake. All of New York going up in one big boom."
"No." Peter tried to get out of bed. "I won't let it happen. I'll stop you!"
"Not if I stop you first," Sylar replied. He smiled, pointed his index finger at Peter, then slowly started to make a slicing motion in the air.
Peter jerked awake, gasping. He looked around for any signs of danger. Spotting none, he wasn't sure what to do.
[ooc: for ze boyfriend]
Peter snuggled next to Sam. He felt warm and safe, like he never wanted to leave.
"I have to tell you something," Peter said, feeling as though if he didn't speak now he'd never get the chance to let Sam know what he was about to say. "Just listen, okay?"
"Sounds like this is going to be good," a voice that was very much not Sam's replied.
Peter jerked back. Sam was gone. In his place was a face Peter knew all too well, thanks to Fandom.
"Sylar," Peter said. He tried to call up one of his powers but he couldn't make any of them come.
Sylar made a mock-tsking noise, wagging his finger back and forth at Peter as if to scold him. "Won't do any good. You can't beat me. You're never going to beat me. Of course, maybe you're not supposed to. Maybe I'm not the bad guy."
"You killed Nathan!" Granted it was in another universe and another timeline, but Peter didn't care. "You tried to kill Claire!"
"Did. Will." Sylar nodded, as though this was a fair point. "Claire, Nathan, Sam - everyone you love or care about. But remember there's also a city at stake. All of New York going up in one big boom."
"No." Peter tried to get out of bed. "I won't let it happen. I'll stop you!"
"Not if I stop you first," Sylar replied. He smiled, pointed his index finger at Peter, then slowly started to make a slicing motion in the air.
Peter jerked awake, gasping. He looked around for any signs of danger. Spotting none, he wasn't sure what to do.
[ooc: for ze boyfriend]