A Clandestine Meeting
Author's Note: A/U where Sylar has become a conventional villain and Peter is guy who frequently (and annoyingly) stops him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes but, boy, do I want to.
I felt fed up with Peter always ruining my plans. Every time I came up with a plan that was near perfect Peter found some way to mess it up. That was why I had called this meeting, using the old there's-someone-here-who's-just-dying-to-meet-you ploy. It had worked like a charm. Peter hadn't even asked who was dying to meet him. But then I'd never actually told him.
But that was Peter through and through: always wanting to do the right thing. Sometimes it made me sick...scratch that. It always made me sick.
I'd said to meet me on the Brooklyn Bridge at midnight. I hadn't expected it to bucket down. The weather forecast had said clear skies till Monday, and it was Friday. I made a note to pay the weather forecast people a visit.
"Sylar?" I immediately felt better after seeing Peter. He was drenched. Thanks to one of my first victims I was able to keep that rain off me. Although I still got wet at least I wasn't as soaked as Peter. I held back a snort. It wasn't easy, believe me.
"Yes, Peter?" I looked him straight in the eye. I have pinpointed this moment as the moment. If I had wanted to change the course my life went after this meeting this moment would be the one I'd have to change. But I don't.
I looked at Peter. He looked back at me.
Something changed in his expression. He was looking at me and it made me feel...something. Something I'd never felt before.
The noise the rain made faded away and all I could hear was the sound of his breathing coming fast and noisier as though he'd run to get here in time.
"Sylar..." I don't know why but when he spoke I immediately looked at his lips. I had the crazy idea of kissing them.
He took a step towards me. I wondered, the way you wonder while something very important is happening to you, why I didn't step back.
Finding myself in unknown territory I tried to get a handle on the situation. "Peter," I said, looking him directly in the eye. Bad move. "Peter..."
He smiled. Something about that smile made something in me smile back. I looked at his lips again. The treacherous thought of kissing them returned. I tried to squash it but it kept resurrecting itself.
While I was grappling with that improper thought Peter had taken enough steps so that when I finally looked back at him he was only a few inches from me. "Peter," I murmured. "What...what are you doing?"
He took my hand and twined his fingers around mine. He looked up and smiled at me. "I really don't know," he said, and I could see the incredulity and wonder on his face.
"You...don't know," I said, emphasising each word. He shook his head. "No idea."
I felt myself go red. "Neither do I."
I'd forgotten to maintain the shield so by this time I was soaked to the skin.
Peter slowly – oh so slowly – pulled me closer to him so that we were eventually touching. I felt him shivering and said, "You're shivering."
He smiled. "So are you."
I looked into his brown eyes. I knew that the expression in them was mirrored in my own.
"So..." he said slowly, glancing at my lips. "What was it you wanted to meet me for?"
I tried to remember why I'd called the meeting but my brain, usually so helpful, was now refusing to do anything except command me to move closer to him. "I...I think it was because...because I...wanted to see you." I felt that this was not the reason I had called him but right now it seemed true.
He drew me closer still so that we were now entwined together. Our lips were almost touching. "Is that right?" he said, and a small smile appeared. Why did he seem more in control than I did?
Instead of answering I pressed my lips against his. He seemed surprised at my abruptness but quickly succumbed. This kiss was like the old-fashioned kisses in movies set to great crescendos of music and flashes of thunder, while in the background fireworks go off. Well, we got the thunder at least.
It lasted at least two minutes but seemed longer. A flash of lightening interrupted us just as we were getting started. He smiled at me and took my hand. We ran into the rain and kept running until we arrived at his apartment.
The rest was history.