Author's Note: Completely AU. Years after the events of Heroes and Merlin. Arthur and Merlin are secretly dating. Gwen and Morgana know about it. Peter and Sylar are arch-nemeses. But not for long... This first chapter isn't very long and deals mainly with the Heroes 'verse. But don't worry, Merlin fans.

SLASH! So if you don't like...don't read. Simple, isn't it?

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"You will not get away this time, Peter Petrelli," Sylar said, his hands filling with blue fireballs.

"Um, actually, you're the one not getting away, Sylar," Peter replied, casually throwing an orange fireball in the air.

Silence from that oh-so hot and yet oh-so annoying serial killer. Wait. What?

Sylar took advantage of the distraction caused by Peter's treacherous thoughts by throwing those very ready fireballs in his direction.

Peter tried not to scream as the fireballs consumed him. It would be over in a few seconds...there. Phew. He shook off a few residual pieces of soot and then threw the orange fireball hard in Sylar's direction.

Peter watched Sylar as he was consumed by said fireball. He too did not scream. Peter yawned. This was getting pretty boring. But then when your arch-nemesis was able to regenerate just as you were fighting was bound to become a little stilted. Well...Peter watched Sylar shake off soot. Maybe more than a little.

Sylar threw Peter across the room with his telekinetic powers. Oh. He'd forgotten about that one. From his crumpled position on the floor he saw Hiro and Ando trying to beat back Adam while Claire and Nathan fought off the newly revived Elle.

Sylar walked leisurely over to his fallen arch-nemesis, stepping past Matt and Mohinder in the world's first bitch fight using only the powers of the mind. He felt glad that all he had to do was beat up Peter. Poor Matt.

He grabbed Peter by the collar and pushed him up the wall. "Well, well, well. Looky what we have here. It's not...no! It can't be. Peter Petrelli, self-professed pacifist and all-time good guy. Tell me, what would your adoring public think of you now?"

Peter gasped out, "Personally I think some of them would be turned on."

Sylar's deep brown eyes narrowed and, with only that small warning, he threw Peter across the room, right over a pissed-looking Lyle and a horn-rimmed-glasses-less Noah fighting to the death. Before Peter could right himself Sylar was just inches away.

He opened his mouth, obviously meaning to speak (I highly doubt anything else was going through his mind at that moment...although Peter's mind was surprisingly dirty), when the world ended.

Well...almost. Really, it was just an earthquake. A pretty big one, in any case. Enough to make Peter automatically reach out and grab Sylar before teleporting them to safety. So, yeah. Pretty big.

Of course, when they found themselves lying on top of each other, on a hay stack, being gaped at by a peasant girl carrying what looked like a pail of milk, Peter wished that maybe he could have died in that earthquake. Why did he have to be such a goody two shoes?