Foggy Recollections
By: PhoenixJustice
Disclaimer: Heroes is owned by Tim Kring. I only own this story and make no profit from this.
Warning: T for 'cesty-ish thoughts, Peter!angst, etc
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Peter, mentions of Nathan/Peter,
Setting: Post-Season 5
Summary: Irony came in many forms; the biggest one to be found upon a rooftop.
Prompt:
Irony came in many forms; the biggest one to be found upon a rooftop. And if Peter had had any sense of humor about it, he would have laughed; as it was, he was afraid that his laughter would give way to tears.
Gabriel had chosen to meet up here, and see how he was suddenly saying Gabriel and not Sylar now? The half of him that was disgusted with himself was mingled with the numb shock that had yet to leave his system. Regardless of the fact that Sylar had spent years away from the whole of society (mentally anyway), regardless of the fact that that event had started to shape Sylar into something different, into the man, the hero, that he could become..
That didn't change the fact that the person that Peter loved with all of his heart, the man he had admired from the very beginning, had died by those same hands which were now trying to change the world.
It didn't change that fact; a thing that Peter would never ever forget, a sorrow that was tied into his very being, his DNA, so that no matter what may come later, no matter who Peter might or might not get close to, he wouldn't ever forget.
And yet...
"I'm glad you're here, Peter."
...here he was.
How could a killer such as Sylar, how could one who had murdered the one Peter loved most, smile so deeply and with such meaning, such warmth? The light reflected from deep down in the man's soul; he beamed at Peter with those deadly eyes. The warmth scorched Peter.
No...the real question was...
"I couldn't stay away, even if I wanted to."
Arms wrap around his, and just like that, they were in the air, passing by the foggy clouds, leaving the darkness behind. Peter's eyes close and his heart aches deep in his chest; for as much as he had half hoped that his thoughts would be filled with his brother, he is only greeted by the warmth of a former killer.
...why did he lay so helpless at the feet of a killer, why did he let himself get drawn closer and closer to the man who had taken away everything that meant anything to him?
He couldn't force himself not to care...and that was the real pain of it all.