Powers Acquired: 003 ∞ Peter Petrelli ∞ [Video]

[fallen_empath]

[Peter clears his throat nervously, not even sure why he's posting this. There's been some weird shit going on today. They're not in Kansas anymore, it would seem, and people everywhere are meeting their dead relatives, or long-lost friends, or even their duplicates.

Maybe Nathan will answer. He's been here. Peter just recently found an old

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[terrorofmyheart]

[lucky for Peter he's not here to taunt him. and, hey, does he look a little older? or at least different somehow? odd, right, Peter?]

[but at any rate, he takes a deep, uncertain breath] I know you're not him -- my Peter told me about you, about meeting you -- but I just ... I wanted to talk.

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[fallen_empath]

[You know, now that Peter looks a little closer, this Sylar does appear a bit different than the one he knows here.

And supposedly another him told Sylar to look for him. All right, this is getting ridiculous and confusing. Just how many uplicates of himself are running around this place?]

I'm listening.

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[terrorofmyheart]

[he has a gold collar, too, which is weird. but at any rate, he offers Peter a sheepish smile that's downright disarming] I didn't actually have anything in mind. I just ... [he shrugs] ... I don't know.

[Video to in person]

[fallen_empath]

[Peter finds that smile a bit creepy, and empathy doesn't work over video. In order to really know what this version of Sylar is up to, he's going to have to meet him in the flesh. He closes his eyes for a moment and concentrates on being wherever this Sylar is. Hopefully he doesn't screw it up and walk into a Sylar/Mohinder love fest.

And he ends up right on top of him, knocking him to the ground right with him.]

Oops, sorry. My powers have been on the blink...

[terrorofmyheart]

[Sylar looks fairly alarmed, but he doesn't try to throw him off of him. he takes a moment to catch his breath, the wind knocked out of him, and then shakes his head] It's fine.

[he means that, too]

[fallen_empath]

[Peter laughs sheepishly, disentangles himself from Sylar and gets to his feet, holding out a hand to help him up. And then his empathy starts kicking in.

This can't be right. Sylar seems... extremely glad to see him. And not in a 'finally, I get to kick Petrelli's ass' way, either. And it seems like a pressing matter Sylar wants to attend to.

This Sylar and his Peter are friends. Good friends. The world must be going to hell in a handbasket.]

There something you want to tell me?

[terrorofmyheart]

[he takes his hand without hesitation, letting Peter help him to his feet] Thanks. [a beat] And like I said, I didn't really have anything in mind, I just ... wanted to someone to talk to.

[this is all very confusing for him, showing up here, seeing Elle when she's supposed to be dead, having Mohinder kiss him, and so on and so forth. he needed a familiar face. he needed his best friend]

I know you're not the Peter I know, but ... you're still Peter.

[fallen_empath]

Yeah, sure am. Oh, by the way, there's another one of me around here too. He's about five years younger than me and with hair twice as long. And with way more of an attitude.

[Peter is feeling a bit odd just standing there staring at him, so he decides to start walking. Somewhere. Anywhere. He nods his head to indicate his intent]

Something tells me you've been having as weird a day as I have.

[terrorofmyheart]

[and Sylar falls into step beside him without question]

I'd say you have no idea, but it sounds like you do. [he pauses] There's another one of me here, too. Younger, like yours. He's from before Kirby Plaza, but apparently he's been here for awhile now, which makes ... no sense. I don't remember any of this.

[fallen_empath]

[Okay. Peter feels much better about not ripping Sylar Number One's (yes, that's what he'll think of him as) spine out in the rec room. He technically did not kill Nathan.]

Yeah, I don't know how any of us got here. Elle knows me, and I never met her before here. Mohinder... I don't even want to talk about him.

[Peter makes a mental note to send him an antagonizing text later.]

So you and I are friends where you're from, huh? Forgive me if I find that incredibly hard to believe.

[terrorofmyheart]

[he flashes him a sideways smile] If I were you -- or him, still -- I would, too, but people change, Peter. I changed. I haven't hurt anyone in a long time. [that's technically a lie, but not one he recognizes as such. as far as he's concerned, he hasn't hurt anyone since before Matt locked him away in his head, so it's been almost a decade on the wagon for him] I even helped you save the world.

[fallen_empath]

Yeah? So where you're from I'm still the hero, huh. [A statement more than a question, really.]

I think I like your timeline. Sure beats mine. I blew up New York. My brother covered up the whole thing and became the President.

[Not sure whether that was before or after Sylar killed him and took his place.]

They labeled me a terrorist because his policies were persecuting specials as dangerous. I was trying to go back in time and stop it, and that's how I got here.

[terrorofmyheart]

[he looks up at him, frowning] Then you're not the one my Peter told me about. His future was different. [that makes him a touch uncomfortable, for some reason, but he tries to keep it from showing. much as he suddenly doesn't understand this Peter, he doesn't want him getting angry and walking away, either. he's still Peter]

That didn't happen when I'm from. Nathan took you away from Kirby Plaza before you exploded. I took a sword through the chest.

[fallen_empath]

[Peter smiles at that: he'd had so many dreams about that he tried to make himself believe it had really happened that way. Nathan would have done something like that.

Precognitive dreams were supposed to come true. He guesses it was just wishful thinking.

It'd be nice to know there was a timeline where Nathan hadn't been killed, honestly.]

So how'd you survive? Regen?

[And that makes him wonder just what other powers he's soaking up from this future Sylar right now...]

[terrorofmyheart]

[he shakes his head] You stopped me from getting to Claire at her Homecoming thing. I got to her later on, awhile after Kirby Plaza -- [and for that, he looks more than a little guilty] -- but the Company took me in, actually. They put me back together, gave me a virus that stripped me of my abilities, and expected me to play nice if I wanted my powers back. I didn't.

[fallen_empath]

[Oh, God. Claire's Homecoming, so long ago. He remembers how Hiro told him "Save the cheerleader, save the world". He'd saved Claire, but his world crashed down around him anyway. Claire had gone into hiding after specials became targets, and he'd never spoken to her again. He missed her too.]

Yeah, I remember. You threw me off a building that night.

[He swallows before asking his next question.]

Did... did she survive?