Something You Said

Author's Note: I could not resist! It was just screaming at me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or Angel

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"Angel," he said his lip curling.

The brooding vampire nodded. Well, of course he would. That was his name. "Sylar. I thought I told you never to come back here after the...incident with the Walkers?"

Sylar snorted. Like he was really going to take orders from a bloody vampire. "Yeah. Just like you said you'd never work for pure evil." He squirmed in the uncomfortable chair across from Angel. He waved his hands to encompass where they were. "And now I see you're working for Wolfram and Hart. How's that working out for you?"

Angel sighed. He really didn't like this guy. His attitude was all wrong. It somehow grated. And yet somehow...every girl in the office found him exceedingly attractive. Even some of the guys did. He tried not to picture Lorne's reaction when he found out the super powered serial killer was back.

"I am not working for them, I'm working with them," Angel began.

"And that's better how?" Sylar asked, genuinely curious.

Angel sighed again. The dickhead had a point. Sometimes he didn't know why he was working with Wolfram and Hart. And sometimes he knew with perfect clarity.

He decided to change the subject in any case. "Now," he said, opening Sylar's rather massive folder. "I hear you might need some representation sometime soon?"

Sylar leaned back in the chair, trying to ignore his discomfort. "And where did you hear that from?"

Angel gave him a look. It simply said, 'Like I'm going to tell you."

Sylar tried not to look too sullen. Oh, he knew who Angel had heard from. That damn Peter Petrelli, still thinking he was capable of redemption. Sometimes – no, wait, scratch that. He hated his future self for putting the thoughts in that whiny emo's pathetic, not at all attractive, head.

"Now, listen here, Angel," he said, standing up, thus giving himself the advantage of height. "You can tell Peter Petrelli that he can take his representation and shove it up his a--"

Angel smiled. "Who said it was Peter Petrelli? I don't think I did." He looked over at an amused Spike. "Did you hear me mention Peter Petrelli?"

Spike snorted at the sudden confusion on Sylar's face. Unlike Angel he didn't mind the serial killer. But sometimes there are things you just can't resist laughing at. "No, I don't think you did."

Sylar sat down, confused. "Okay, then who did?" Who would, other than Peter?

Angel gave him that look again and then closed the folder. "Spike, would you take Mr Sylar to the nearest conference room?"

Spike was silent. Angel said, a slight tinge of annoyance clouding his voice, "Spike..."

The bleach blonde vampire rolled his eyes, extinguishing his cigarette in one of Angel's potted plants. He gestured to Sylar, who with a final glare at Angel, departed after him.

Angel was silent for a moment. "Did you hear anything interesting?" he appeared to say to the empty air.

Peter Petrelli appeared in the corner, surprisingly close to where Spike had been leaning. He grinned, in a very happy way. "Oh yes."

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At the moment this is just a very random one-shot. But if you like, I can take it further. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm taking this further, much further :)

Review please.