Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Heroes. Everything from this show and its characters belong to Tim Kring and their actors; Milo Ventimiglia and Zachary Quinto. I own the only interpretation of the characters and this fanfiction. No copyrights infrigment intended.

Author's note: This fanfiction was inspired by Taio Cruz' song 'Break your heart'. I thought it fit them well. Now enjoy the PETLAR ;) and thanks for reading. Wait for next chapter!

Break your Heart

Chapter 1: Changes

It seemed to Sylar that it has been three years that he was trapped into his own solitude, into his own head, wandering in a silent New York. This silence almost made him an asylum insane; being alone was is most known fear. If he had some others, no one ever knew about them. But Matt Parkman did find this last and made his decision to trap the bloody villain into what he feared the most. Though, all that Sylar wanted was to get Matt's help, to help himself to change, to stop being a monster, he didn't want to be that beast everyone knew anymore, enough was enough. He knew how horrible he had been with Parkman in the near past, but this would never be again and he felt sorry for that, he felt sorry for everything he could have done to every single person he hurt and killed. But his sorries wouldn't change anything. That was something else he knew well.

He was still walking alone, in New York's empty streets, the same streets he has seen for what seemed to him to be three years. He was still walking alone, when he heard a voice. A voice that appeared to be so far away, a voice that he wasn't sure to be real, the voice of a boy, seeking for someone, calling for help. He started walking faster and faster, then started running to reach the voice. He slowed down his race when he saw, at the other edge of the street, that dark haired boy with a familiar face. Peter Petrelli, he thought with enthusiasm. He smiled as he saw Peter's frightened face. He ran to him and while doing so, started to think he might be an illusion of someone being there, an illusion of someone he knew...or wanted. Like an oasis in a desert shows you want you want the most: water. At this very moment, Peter became Sylar's water. Peter was very surprised to see him so short after entering this empty city that was in his head. Even if he wished to take him out of here to save his friend, he was still unhappy to see him...He still was Nathan's murderer, the assassin of his dear brother. Sylar stopped right in front of him, his eyes wide open in surprise and joy. Peter did the same, but without the joy.

'Peter?', asked the so called villain in a smile of relief.

'Sylar...' said Peter shortly.

'Is that...really you?', persisted Sylar while approaching his hand to touch the illusion 'I can't believe it's you, Peter! It's been three years that I'm alone here...and today...here you are! Standing in front of me!'

'...T...Three years? No, it's been three HOURS!'

'No...I counted the hours, and the days, the weeks, the months...and the years. Three. Three years' Sylar's voice was shivering. He seemed to be almost in pain.

'Sylar, no! Listen to me! It has been three hours! I came to Matt Parkman's house to find you, and get you out of there. I need you....uh, to help my friend! She will be put in danger and you are supposed to be the one to save her!'

'Me?...' What Peter said sounded so strange to him. Never in his life someone has asked him to 'save' someone, even less one of those who were supposed to be his enemies. Even though he did not want to have enemies anymore. 'I mean...how could I ever do that?'

'I...don't know. But you have to! Not that I wish to have to deal with you...but I have no choice, that's what I saw. You WILL save her.'

Sylar remained with that disturbed look on his face. He didn't know what to think nor what to say. How could he even save someone's life when all he did in his life since he discovered his abilities was to kill? Maybe this 'mission' Peter wanted him to accomplish was the first step on the long road to become a Hero. Someone people appreciated...maybe. They left the silent street and walked to where Sylar stayed this whole time that appeared to be so long. He tried to talk nicely to Peter, but this last was being so hostile toward him that he couldn't make a move. Each of Peter's glance was fulled with anger and angst. And hate on every traits of his face. Sometimes though he looked calm and thoughtful. Finally he approached Sylar and hesitated to put his hand on his shoulder to try something to get their ass out of this silence. Peter closed his eyes and Sylar looked at him silently with a little smile. And he waited with Petrelli's hand on his shoulder...nothing happened. Peter looked dizzy and anxious.

'So?' Asked Sylar.

'Nothing...I don't know why! It's supposed to work! It always works! F***! WHY?!'

'Calm down, Peter! It's okay! We'll find a way to get out of here!'

'Calm down? You' asking me to calm down? I'm trapped in your head, dammit!'

Sylar glanced him with pitiful eyes.

'Oh, don't look at me like that! I'm standing here with my enemy, not with a puppy!'

Sylar smiled at his reply and looked to the floor. Peter sighted and went outside. He sat on the stone gate at the edge of the balcony. Sylar followed him slowly and stopped just behind him.

'I don't wanna have enemies anymore! I wanna be a Hero, Peter.'

'You will never be a Hero! You're a murderer! And murderers never change!' Peter replied suddenly, getting back on his feet in a short move, angst and hate covering his voice.

'I am already changing! I don't wanna be a murderer!'

'But that's what you are.' he said in a low and angry voice, facing the villain and looking deep in his eyes, then turned his back to face the city. Sylar sighted at his turn.

'I'm sorry for your brother-' Sylar could not finished his sentence that Peter's fist went violently against his nose. Sylar retained a shriek, holding his nose and shivering.

'Pff...' Was the last thing Peter 'said' before getting down behind that building, to find a way to escape.