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Scorched Inamorati

Heroes

Peter Petrelli . Sylar Gabriel Gray

Volume 1

Melted

Going too far to make the reflection last will pull you into its depths. But she leaned too far into the interruption and fell.

His dark brown gaze and black hair contrasted deeply with his light skin. Lips formed into a crooked smile. She didn't know where his face had come from, she had never met him before or even passed him on the street. She would have remembered. And yet he had crept into her dreams every night. The leading man, the rescuer, the hero, the villain. His very face would elate her, lingering in the mornings with his features etched behind her lids. The only evidence was the name he called himself each night. A name which only dreaming would allow.

Walking the busy streets of the city, she stopped to admire one such building. Losing her awareness through its height until the mere sight of fire scorched the full view. Along with shrieking screams bringing even more awareness of the actual situation. This was a building. In flames. The screaming retained the air louder and louder. She watched but wasn't at all mesmerized by its beauty like the others standing next to her. She felt the black consume the color, her head down so no one would notice her frightening gaze. There was only one way to rid of it. She broke into the building. Toward the screaming.

The smoky sulfur ran over her bod like thick porridge as she came through the door. The stairs to the top floor collapsed in flame.

The blaze smoldered as she ascended them two at a time. Without opening, she fazed through, entering the room where a group of business men and women were trapped, almost dead from asphyxiation. They looked to her, burning for their savior. They stood to follow and did so along the halls.

Their eyes no longer burnt. Their lungs no longer filled with smoke. No longer could they feel the heat. The only thing they felt was the warmth of a hand in their own. They descended the back staircase.

The blackness burned with such intensity that it surpassed the flames and her feet glided across the floor like velvet ice. She opened the door and the group went through. The men in uniform, whom a few moments ago thought the peoples fate was sealed, now rushed to their sides astonished by their escape. But when they looked for the hero, she was nowhere to be found.

She sulked to her knees. If anyone spoke or caught sight of her angelic gifts and went to the media, telling them what she looked like, she would be ruined.

Away from the smoldering and rumbling she tried to breathe, to let the smoke go but she stopped. The dark gaze, raven locks, all she's only ever dreamed of now blocked the way. The man who overpowered her nights with his presence was standing right before her.

"What's going on over there?" he looked over her steaming clothes and heavy breath.

"There was a fire," a mute could surely beat this volume. He peered to the sky as though he was just now noticing the darkened air.

Before anything, a smile formed. It was nothing she had ever believed. It was more of a glimmer of light peeking out from the corner of his mouth. She couldn't respond. A man she had never seen before yet dreamed of countless nights. She feared this was another part of her gift. Another evil to her curse. She tried to get around him but he grabbed her hard.

"Do you not recognize me Lynée? This face hasn't changed in all those nights we've spent together. I couldn't say who I was. But such a name as Peter wouldn't satisfy your need to believe and dream more. Perhaps the name Lucius might bring recognition?"

She was nervous, so nervous by his touch as to lose ground. His breathing nearly shook as well. He let go of her arm, seeing the familiarity that her own breathing halted completely.

"My name?" his name, his names, she knew him.

"Those dreams affect you greatly don't they?"

"How?" such a simple word brought the most awkward unveiling.

He stopped, glanced over his shoulder in an almost fearful spite. "We need to leave."

She didn't move as his eyes clouded over in a lifeless haze. She wanted to run but couldn't. She needed to know more. He was like her. He was special. No matter the fear she felt. The ground disappeared, the air closed and the colors poured in vibrantly. They formed in waves until mastering the appearance of an apartment room.

Right then, a sharp and tightening spike of pain swarmed her insides. She bent over and clutched hard.

"I know, it will end soon," she could barely hear him but knew he held her still, guiding her by only the traction of his chest until she was set on a mattress. She clenched the plush blankets even harder than her stomach.

He watched silently as she did so. Never had he witnessed the fight against the feeling, apart from his first time of transporting. The new ability only first came to him 14 months ago but it advanced so far as to allow this. Entering her dreams each night was his only purpose the past year. It was something more meaningful than anything he had ever pursued but he took the dreams too far. He had long since fallen deeply. But now, this held no such concern as he did. The one person who had already taken everything: Sylar.

a/n

Written with my best friend who first morphed her middle name with my name to create such a character as to inspire this story.

This is mainly a Peter & Sylar saga in an Alternate Universe.

Also, we know Heroes is pretty old and not many people are into their fanfic anymore but we made this when Heroes was in its golden years so at least it's out here right?