Author's Note: Urg ok so first time writing this ship. I kinda feel like I didn't do very good and its so short but whatever, hopefully you'll enjoy it.
Characters: Peter and Isaac
Summary: Isaac paints his death and panics. His first instinct is to say goodbye to the person closest to him. SLASH
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nada
Peter had just stepped out of the shower when he heard a knock on the door to his apartment. He pulled on some pants and went to the door. He looked through the peephole to see Isaac waiting for him to open the door. Peter opened the door and smiled at him, taking note of how edgy Isaac looked. His hands were twitching and his whole body seemed to be shaking. When Isaac made eye contact Peter know something was wrong. Isaac's eyes were bloodshot, making him look as if he's about to cry.
Peter pulled Isaac inside, shutting the door after him. He say Isaac down on his bed. "Isaac what's wrong?" Peter asked, his voice displaying his worry.
Isaac stared at the floor, no longer making eye contact. "I-I came…" he paused, his words were unsteady as he spoke "I came to say goodbye."
Peter gave him a look the mixed his worry ad confusion. "Goodbye? Isaac what are you talking about? Where are you going?" he asked, his confusion growing.
"I can't-he's going to-" Isaac turned his head and looked at Peter, desperately trying not to cry. I didn't want him to see me like this…I'm fine… Isaac bit his lip and looked back at the floor "I'm sorry Peter. I-I was painting-" he paused, chocking down the tears that had started rolling down his cheeks, "He's going to my power."
Peter put a hand on Isaac's cheek and forced him to look at him. "Who? Sylar?" Isaac nodded. Peter did his best to wipe away the tears as he said "No, I won't let Sylar hurt you."
Isaac shook his head, pulling away slightly. "Peter I painted it, it's going to happen!" he said, beginning to get hysterical.
Peter shook his head "No! I won't let him take you from me."
Isaac just dropped his head, mumbling to himself "We can't change the future."
Peter pulled Isaac's head towards him again and gave him a kiss. He pulled away but kept his forehead against Isaac's. "If Syler's going to even try to hurt you he'll have to go through me first."
Isaac gave him a quick kiss. "Thank you for defending me."
Peter nodded, wrapping his arms around Isaac. He let Isaac's head rest on his chest, for the first time realizing he never got a shirt on. Peter smiled to himself just as much as to Isaac.
"You're welcome."