Bricks in the Wall, Chapter 78: Imagine
Title: Imagine
Characters: Sylar, Peter
Words: 500
Rating: G
Warnings: Filk
Setting: The Wall
Summary: Peter rephrases a song.
Sylar opened the back door of the apartment building, taking care as he always did that the door slid shut behind him with barely a whisper of sound. Then he paused to listen. Peter was playing piano in the rec room. That let him know where the man was and that Peter was unlikely to hear him approach. Even so, his tread was quiet as he walked to the open door, stopping short of it to listen again. It had been over a week since they'd spoken to one another - some degree of caution seemed wise no matter what.
The song was easily recognizable - very famous, one of John Lennon's. Just as Sylar was getting to appreciate it, Peter stopped playing and started muttering to himself. He had been singing, too, which was also weird. Peter didn't have the best voice - he was no professional singer and never would be - but it was good enough in a world without competition. He resumed. Sylar started to walk inside when he caught the word Company where country was supposed to go. That stopped him. Peter stopped too, but when Sylar glanced in, it wasn't because Peter suspected him. He was humming to himself and scribbling something on a page of sheet music. He played a little more, singing to himself low and mostly inarticulate, then stopped again.
Sylar leaned against the wall, unseen, and wondered. It seemed that Peter was finished, though, because he ran through the entire song start to finish, singing it loudly enough that Sylar was finally able to catch all the words. The changes were minor, but very significant.
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine both the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no Comp'ny
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no prophecy too
Imagine both the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
I may be the only one
I hope someday you'll join me
And the world will be as one
Imagine no abilities
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or Hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine both the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
I may be the only one
I hope someday you'll join me
And the world will live as one
So, Sylar thought, this is what Peter does when I leave him to his own devices for too long. It was sweet. And kind of cute. He had a feeling Peter had done this solely for his own entertainment. Their relationship was nowhere near the 'living as one' mentioned in the song, but it was warming that Peter could think along those lines with everything that had happened between them. Peter had chosen not to alter that line, after all, and that meant something. Sylar decided against creeping up on Peter and scaring the crap out of him. Instead, he walked back to the back door, opened it, and let it close noisily before tromping back to the rec room with a heavy step. Peter would talk to him again - he was sure of it.