Fic Exchange -- Written for entangled_now
Title: Mutually Assured Destruction
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sylar/Peter (not slash)
Spoilers/Warnings (if any): Season 1
Prompts: Peter/Sylar, Rain/vertigo/silver, angst/action/crack
Summary: For all of Peter’s faults, he won’t hit a man in the back. There’s no greater satisfaction than to deny him another defeat.
four (minutes to midnight on a sunny day)
Saying that Sylar hates Peter Petrelli would be a gross understatement. He hates his constant presence, his determination and even, on occasion, his power. Most days, he’s amused by having such a doppelganger. It’s Biblical, in its own way, and he thinks his mother would’ve loved that.
“This ends right now,” he hears his nemesis shout above the torrential rain.
Laws of villainy dictate he should be laughing manically but all he does is turn away. For all of Peter’s faults, he won’t hit a man in the back. There’s no greater satisfaction than to deny him another defeat.
three point five (smile the clock'll fade away)
Once, when he was fifteen, Gabriel fell in love - years later, he’ll claim it was a crush. She was the girl next door and she happened to have nothing but disdain towards him. No cliché there.
He brought her flowers once and asked her out. The door was slammed in his face.
He brought her homework once, when she was sick. The door was slammed in his face.
He found her cat hiding on the fire escape and, unsurprisingly, the door was slammed in his face.
Maybe she’s to blame for all of this. Maybe his mother is. Always someone else, never Peter Petrelli.
three (force the hands to just reverse)
Certain marks of evil he lacks abundantly. There’s no pillaging and raping to speak of, only the occasional kidnapping when he’s bored. Only murder and even then, meticulously premeditated.
Petrelli always thought Suresh and his list could save them. Sylar only took it further and saved the ones who didn’t want their gifts. It was the Christian thing to do, the act of a Good Samaritan, but in the pouring rain, he knows there’s no justifying his acts.
“This ends right now.”
“How?” he retorts, unrepentant. A strange sort of vertigo overwhelms him at the sight of unrestrained power.
Petrelli and his Biblical retribution. Him, with the better control. It’s a bookie’s nightmare. One might as well flip a coin.
two point five ('maybe' is a word)
There have been others - there are always others - but none important enough to tempt him. It’s perhaps why he clung to Suresh and his list, why he wilfully deceived his son and used him instead of striking out on his own.
Companionship. The lack thereof.
Insignificant Gabriel Grey and his ticking clocks; no woman’s paradise, not even his mother’s. The girl who lives next door only comes there to smoke weed and even then her boyfriend of the hour is in tow like a faithful lackey. A man can only take so much.
And Gabriel is special, he knows it now. He’s used to getting his hands dirty but the people he loves are his first real victims. He’ll grant Petrelli that he’s right about him sinning there.
two (maybe is a curse)
Peculiar how Petrelli is selfless and so eager. First the cheerleader, now the entire world. He tries not to read too much into his lucky escapes. Admitting his enemy’s got a gift beyond what Suresh found on his list is not enough to help Peter win.
“This… this ends…”
Hands blaze with accidental fire, a sharp glare that lights him from within.
For a moment, Sylar is torn between offering his help and offering his sword. He can appreciate real power when he sees it.
“What’s happening to me? No, no!” But then Petrelli ruins it, just like Zane and his spineless grovelling; just like Isaac Mendez. Unworthy.
one point five (simply believe that we'd remain intact)
His mother professes he’s the son of the devil, that nothing good will come of him. She also claims she’s seen the Virgin Mary and Gabriel knows she’s not all there in her mind. He lets her talk and ducks away from her hits.
Many a night he’s spent in his father’s shop, ignoring the clicking of the passing time. Watching the girl he likes with a boy he hates - a different one every night, he’s surprised he’s got so much hate in him - is painful distraction and no help at all.
She still won’t talk to him in school and he still loves her.
“Loser,” she mutters when she thinks he’s not looking and he brings down a hard slap on his wrist. Not good enough.
one (history is asking)
He thinks Petrelli understands, though. He’s seen Isaac’s drawings, the women, the love he’ll always be seeking. Men like them are not meant to be loved or cherished. They’ve got more important things to worry about. A lover’s spat can’t compare to the way his hands shake and glows under silver droplets, ash crystallizing unto the ground under their feet.
“No!” Peter’s scream pierces the night. He came here to stop Gabriel, he’ll leave unfulfilled if he fails.
He burns icy cold and contrast. Perhaps this is his time.
zero point five (why did you fall for that)
Peter Petrelli would give his life for a girl in Texas. He would die to save the world - he’s over dramatic and selfless, aggravating and entertaining. He is everywhere and suddenly, nowhere.
And then neither is Gabriel.
zero (why did I fall for that)
Fin.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sylar/Peter (not slash)
Spoilers/Warnings (if any): Season 1
Prompts: Peter/Sylar, Rain/vertigo/silver, angst/action/crack
Summary: For all of Peter’s faults, he won’t hit a man in the back. There’s no greater satisfaction than to deny him another defeat.
four (minutes to midnight on a sunny day)
Saying that Sylar hates Peter Petrelli would be a gross understatement. He hates his constant presence, his determination and even, on occasion, his power. Most days, he’s amused by having such a doppelganger. It’s Biblical, in its own way, and he thinks his mother would’ve loved that.
“This ends right now,” he hears his nemesis shout above the torrential rain.
Laws of villainy dictate he should be laughing manically but all he does is turn away. For all of Peter’s faults, he won’t hit a man in the back. There’s no greater satisfaction than to deny him another defeat.
three point five (smile the clock'll fade away)
Once, when he was fifteen, Gabriel fell in love - years later, he’ll claim it was a crush. She was the girl next door and she happened to have nothing but disdain towards him. No cliché there.
He brought her flowers once and asked her out. The door was slammed in his face.
He brought her homework once, when she was sick. The door was slammed in his face.
He found her cat hiding on the fire escape and, unsurprisingly, the door was slammed in his face.
Maybe she’s to blame for all of this. Maybe his mother is. Always someone else, never Peter Petrelli.
three (force the hands to just reverse)
Certain marks of evil he lacks abundantly. There’s no pillaging and raping to speak of, only the occasional kidnapping when he’s bored. Only murder and even then, meticulously premeditated.
Petrelli always thought Suresh and his list could save them. Sylar only took it further and saved the ones who didn’t want their gifts. It was the Christian thing to do, the act of a Good Samaritan, but in the pouring rain, he knows there’s no justifying his acts.
“This ends right now.”
“How?” he retorts, unrepentant. A strange sort of vertigo overwhelms him at the sight of unrestrained power.
Petrelli and his Biblical retribution. Him, with the better control. It’s a bookie’s nightmare. One might as well flip a coin.
two point five ('maybe' is a word)
There have been others - there are always others - but none important enough to tempt him. It’s perhaps why he clung to Suresh and his list, why he wilfully deceived his son and used him instead of striking out on his own.
Companionship. The lack thereof.
Insignificant Gabriel Grey and his ticking clocks; no woman’s paradise, not even his mother’s. The girl who lives next door only comes there to smoke weed and even then her boyfriend of the hour is in tow like a faithful lackey. A man can only take so much.
And Gabriel is special, he knows it now. He’s used to getting his hands dirty but the people he loves are his first real victims. He’ll grant Petrelli that he’s right about him sinning there.
two (maybe is a curse)
Peculiar how Petrelli is selfless and so eager. First the cheerleader, now the entire world. He tries not to read too much into his lucky escapes. Admitting his enemy’s got a gift beyond what Suresh found on his list is not enough to help Peter win.
“This… this ends…”
Hands blaze with accidental fire, a sharp glare that lights him from within.
For a moment, Sylar is torn between offering his help and offering his sword. He can appreciate real power when he sees it.
“What’s happening to me? No, no!” But then Petrelli ruins it, just like Zane and his spineless grovelling; just like Isaac Mendez. Unworthy.
one point five (simply believe that we'd remain intact)
His mother professes he’s the son of the devil, that nothing good will come of him. She also claims she’s seen the Virgin Mary and Gabriel knows she’s not all there in her mind. He lets her talk and ducks away from her hits.
Many a night he’s spent in his father’s shop, ignoring the clicking of the passing time. Watching the girl he likes with a boy he hates - a different one every night, he’s surprised he’s got so much hate in him - is painful distraction and no help at all.
She still won’t talk to him in school and he still loves her.
“Loser,” she mutters when she thinks he’s not looking and he brings down a hard slap on his wrist. Not good enough.
one (history is asking)
He thinks Petrelli understands, though. He’s seen Isaac’s drawings, the women, the love he’ll always be seeking. Men like them are not meant to be loved or cherished. They’ve got more important things to worry about. A lover’s spat can’t compare to the way his hands shake and glows under silver droplets, ash crystallizing unto the ground under their feet.
“No!” Peter’s scream pierces the night. He came here to stop Gabriel, he’ll leave unfulfilled if he fails.
He burns icy cold and contrast. Perhaps this is his time.
zero point five (why did you fall for that)
Peter Petrelli would give his life for a girl in Texas. He would die to save the world - he’s over dramatic and selfless, aggravating and entertaining. He is everywhere and suddenly, nowhere.
And then neither is Gabriel.
zero (why did I fall for that)
Fin.