What is Lost

Disclaimer: Own Heroes I do not. I did I wish.

Rating: T for language and violence. (I guess)

Pairing: Sylar x Peter (No Slash)

Chapter 1: Broken Memories

Damn it!

Peter was not having a good day. First his alarm clock failed to go off and he woke up a hour late. Then he had to quick eat something while trying to take a shower and get dressed. When he was finally ready he missed the train and could not find a taxi for the life of him. Irritated beyond belief, he decided to screw it and fly to work.

Luckily no one saw him take off, because he would have a hell of a time explaining that to people.

"God this feels so good." Peter breathed in deeply savoring the moment. "I should do this everyday. Why don't I?"

He was about two miles from his work when he passed over a tall skyscraper. The roof of which was almost covered in ice. Peter stopped in midair. He knew only one person, aside from himself, who could do that.

Peter mad a beeline right for that building. He knew who it was. The person who had taken so many lives and hurt so many more people. The man that eluded the company and him for months.

Sylar!

Peter landed, careful not to make a sound. He almost slipped as he did so. Looking at Sylar he could see that he was gripping the railing so hard his knuckles were turning white. Peter thought this was odd, but before he could really think about it, Sylar started to turn around.

"Don't move!"

After he said it he mentally slapped himself. That sounded so lame.

Sylar spun around, his usual look of calm quickly masked his surprise.

Peter half expected Sylar to leap right at him and try to take his ability, but Sylar didn't move an inch.

"What are you doing here Peter?" Sylar asked slowly.

"I could ask you the same question." Peter shot back.

Sylar just stood there, his face devoid of any emotion. "I wouldn't tell you even if you asked."

Sylar was acting weird, well weirder than normal, Peter observed. What the hell was going on?!

Peter was about to walk towards the taller man when the distinct sound of a helicopter could be heard. And sure enough the hulk of metal appeared over the edge of the building. Sylar narrowed his eyes and Peter turned around so his back was to Sylar.

The Company.

The door of the helicopter slid open and Noah Bennet appeared in the door frame. He held a megaphone to his lips and prepared to speak.

"Sylar." he yelled. "My you're one slippery bastard to follow you know that?"

Both Peter and Sylar winced at the volume of it.

"I've been told once or twice." Sylar growled.

Peter turned back towards Sylar, his bangs whipped around his eyes slightly obstructing his line of sight. He saw Sylar raise his arm and prepare to take the chopper out of the sky. Actually Peter was debating on whether he should stop him or let him simply annihilate it. They do deserve it. But they were still human beings and Peter couldn't allow it. Even if they really deserved it.

Sylar flicked his wrist in the direction of the helicopter and waited for the crash.

But nothing happened.

Furrowing he brow slightly, Sylar shook his hand like it was a broken toy. He tried again and still nothing happened. Peter looked on puzzled.

"Look to your left." Noah advised.

Peter and Sylar turned their heads. A man there were sure was not standing there a second ago greeted them.

The Haitian.

That almost made Sylar's blood freeze. "Fuck." he mumbled.

Noah spoke again. "Give up Sylar." Sylar whipped his head back around. "You can't win without your powers."

Sylar narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Try me." he snarled.

Bennet smirked. "We're going to take you apart. Just like you did to Alex Donavan last week. Remember him?"

Sylar's eyebrows shot up. "What?"

"Well." Noah muttered. "Anyway." he pointed at Sylar and the Haitian nodded.

The Haitian walked towards Sylar, who on instinct began backing up. He went until he ran into the railing. He cursed. Nowhere to run.

The Haitian was about ten feet away and getting closer with every passing second. Sylar look over the railing and flinched slightly. It was a long way down and he was not particularly fond of heights.

"Great. Now what?" His eyes scanned for an exit but found none. He looked down again. He'd be damned if he let himself be caught by the likes of them after spending months trying to shake them off his trail.

Sylar closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he snapped them open and grabbed the railing and flung himself over it. Peter ran to it followed by the Haitian.

Just gotta get far enough away to use my powers. Sylar thought furiously.

The building windows looked like a blur as he sailed past them. He was far enough away now. Now he could telekinetically pull himself to the side of the building and probably hold on. Wow he really didn't think this through very much.

He reached out and concentrated on grabbing onto something. Concentrating so hard in fact that he didn't see the metal flagpole that jutted out one of the windows. Before he knew it his head slammed into the metal object and he lost unconsciousness.

Up above Peter could hear the sickening sound of bone coming in contact with metal. He winced and leaped over the side. He dove right for the falling man and grabbed him around the waist yanking them both up before they slammed into the concrete below.

Peter flew straight up and started to fly away. He wanted to get as far away from the Company as possible. He didn't care he just wanted to get away.

In his arms Sylar groaned and Peter flew even faster.

"Son of a bitch!" Noah was not happy.

The Haitian said nothing.

"Let's go." Noah ordered.

Peter flew back to his apartment and carefully landed so no one would see them. He telekinetically took his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He pushed past into his living room and kicked the door shut.

He walked over and deposited Sylar on the couch, who winced a bit but laid still.

Peter inspected the wound on the other man's head. There was a fairly large gash above the right eyebrow and blood was trickling down into the unconscious man's face.

Gathering a washcloth from the bathroom, Peter ran it under warm water and walked back in and kneeled down beside Sylar. Taking the cloth he carefully cleaned the wound as best as he could. Sylar made a face and tried to push him away, but Peter mentally held his arms in place.

Feeling he did all he could do Peter went to throw the cloth away. When he got back Sylar was coming around slowly.

"How do you feel?" Peter asked.

Sylar blinked several times. "Like my head got ran over by a truck." he groaned and lifted his hand to his head pounding head. He just sat there awhile willing the dizziness to go away. "Where am I?" Sylar cocked his head towards Peter. "And who the hell are you?"

Peter's mouth dropped open like a cartoon. "Sylar that isn't funny."

"My name is Gabriel." Sylar snapped. "Sorry about that." he added sheepishly.

"I'm Peter." Peter said rather awkwardly. "Peter Petrelli."

Sylar looked at him. "Hey, you're that guy's brother that's running for congress or something right?"

The color drained from Peter's face. "Do you know what the date is?" he asked Sylar slowly.

Sylar thought a moment. "Yeah its umm," he paused. "it's March 2006."

Peter glanced at the a calendar hanging on the wall. It was January.

2008.

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