whatever we were before now we are still - "Heroes"/Terminator: Salvation - PG
Title: whatever we were before now we are still
Fandom: “Heroes”/Terminator: Salvation
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Adrienne Rich
Warnings: spoilers for film; I only know the basics of “Heroes” season 3
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 250
Point of view: third
On Judgment Day, Micah Sanders has been dead for over five years. Sylar’s pissed neither he nor Peter ever got the kid’s ability. And he’s really pissed that somewhere along the way, Peter lost Hiro’s because timetravel sure would come in handy right-about now.
Sylar glares at the flying machine-in those broadcasts, John Connor had called it a HunterKiller-and reaches out with his mind, pushing tendrils of ice-cold air into its circuits. When it’s full, he calls to the ice and the HunterKiller explodes into frozen shards.
They keep coming, and he forces two into each other, then decides any living thing left in this city is a fucking moron and deserves to burn with the robots. He focuses on energy and rage, and then lets it build build build explode.
“Sylar!” Peter yells from miles away. “There were still people here!”
Micah Sander’s power could have stopped this, Sylar thinks. What’s the point of immortality if it’s spent fighting sentient machines?
He launches into the sky, moving on to the next target. Get rid of all the fucking machines has replaced gaining abilities as his mission.
Despite his rage, and their mutual hatred, Peter joins him in the air. Maybe they’ll go back to battling after the machines are gone, and maybe they won’t. For the moment, though, their common goal outweighs their past.
Where to next? Peter asks, keeping pace with him.
There’s a major factory in San Francisco, Sylar answers.
In unison, they turn west.