Nathan Petrelli sat back into the leather chair, and yet he didn't feel comfortable in the slightest. He felt restless. Tired. Discontent. He knew something was wrong, but he just couldn't place it. Nothing in his life was devastatingly wrong, nothing he couldn't and hasn't already handled. But this nagging feeling of worry was different, it wasn't something he could instantly pinpoint.
Nathan reached up and rubbed his temples. This headache wasn't helping things, and that damn ticking! The small ticking he heard came from the watch on his wrist, and at first he thought it was from there his head ache began. But his wrist watch worked fine and he realized somewhere in the room there was clock ticking but it was seconds off. He paused for a moment and thought to himself.
When had he ever cared about damn clocks before?
Standing he walked over to one of the cabinets lining his office. There it wait was a nice clock, but irritating. Nathan had thought he had fixed it by moving the minute hand before when Angela-- .
No. No that was wrong. It was Ma.
That was another thing he noticed that was strange. He continued to refer to Ma as Angela or Petrelli or even Mother in his head and then forced himself to correct it. It used to just be Ma...now it came with a force of his mind to stay on routine.
Anyways, Ma came of his office to take him out to lunch a few weeks ago, and at the time he was irritated with the fact that the clock in his office was off by a minute and a half. He wasn't worrying about his senatorial duties...no he was worried about a fucking clock.
Shaking his head he reached out and took of the glass covering the clock. He picked it up and brought it to his desk. Why is it not working properly? He continued to wonder as he leaned over the clock. It was five minutes fast now. Sighing he leaned over it, ready to attempt to take it apart if necessary. Nathan had never fixed anything as complicated as a clock before.
Looking down into the mirror-like clock face, he saw his reflection. He blinked a few times confused, and startled. It wasn't his face that stared back it him.
It was Sylar's.
Sylar stared at him just as confused until a slow smirk came upon his lips.
"Tick...Tock."
Deep with in his aching mind Nathan heard the unmistakable drawl with a sense of panic. He stood, the clock grasped within his hands and he threw it hard against the cold marble floor. The clock shattered apart, it's different pieces slid across the floor.
He turned towards the mirror on the adjacent wall. He reached up and his fingers grazed over his cheeks, his eyes, his nose, anything they could reach. It was all his. So what the hell did he see? Was he delusional? Lack of sleep? But then he heard the deep voice of Sylar return in his mind,
"Really now Nathan was that necessary? That was a very nice piece after all."
A/N: This is my first Heroes fanfic. Give meh some feed back, it would be very much appreciated. =D Oh btw...I love Sylar. I wish this wasn't so short but oh well thing of it as a taste of what could come.