Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes in anyway now on to the story.
Chapter one
"Because I need people! I'm not like you; I can't just pretend that they never existed!" Peter swallowed trying to ignore the tightness of his throat as he stared at Sylar waiting for the man to reply.
"Peter they don't deserve to be remembered, your own family betrayed you what makes you think that they deserve to be forgiven?" Sylar said in calculating calmness. He was interested to hear just what exactly Peter's thinking on this would bring. Peter took in a deep breath trying to calm his nerves.
"If you really mean that then why do you constantly seek my forgiveness knowing that you don't deserve it?"
"Just because I don't deserve it doesn't mean I have to no right to seek it. I'm human too Peter, I feel things just as much as the next guy so it is only natural that I look for forgiveness from you because you are the only other human being here. Not only that but I need people too." Peter closed his eyes and placed one hand on his temple trying to calm his rising emotions. Sylar was right, and he didn't want to admit that. It was true that his family always favored Nathan, it was true that they were willing to sacrifice his life to kill billions of people just so Nathan would succeed; but it was also true that his mother loved him, and his brother loved him. They were only doing what they thought was right and if that meant risking his life than they would have.
"Well, if you are willing to seek it, and willing to work for it than I don't see why I don't have the right to forgive you or anyone else who tries." Sylar sighed in frustration before he turned on his heel and began to walk away.
"Forget it." Peter watched him until he reached the street corner then hurried to catch up; when he was within reaching distance he placed his hand on Sylar's shoulder and forced him to look at him. Sylar glared at the hand touching him before he forced his eyes to meet Peter's. Anger twisted in their depths, but Peter was able to sense the hidden emotion which almost made him take his hand away and take a step back, but he didn't. He needed to know what he said that could cause such pain to his only companion.
"What is it? What did I say to piss you off this way?" Sylar tried to shrug him off but Peter tightened his grip, he needed to know.
"Let me go Peter, it doesn't matter anyway. We're never getting out of here so there is no need to worry." Peter shook his head and lifted his other hand to rest on Sylar's other shoulder.
"Yes it does matter; I obviously said something that made you walk away. If nothing else I need to know what it was so that the next time you try to annoy the shit out of me I can say it." Sylar's face smoothed from the angered expression until his lips tilted into a faint smile. Peter smiled in relief that he was able to at least calm the situation enough so that fists wouldn't be thrown anytime soon.
"Then I'll just keep it to myself, who else can I annoy that will sit there and take it? It would do me no good to give away my secret." Now his smile was more playful than hesitant, Peter braced himself for a well-placed snide comment, but Sylar just slipped out of Peter's loosened grip and started walking again. This time his long strides were slow and purposeful almost waiting for Peter to cross the street with him. Looking back the other way Peter shrugged then went to catch up with his companion, not really knowing where they were going but not really caring because he was forgiven for whatever comment had set off his friend earlier.
They walked in silence for several minutes just enjoying the sound their shoes made on the concrete and the slight breeze that ruffled their hair every now and then. Peter still felt emotionally raw from their earlier argument with Sylar's rare show of true emotions had somewhat helped to clear up his own troubles. He still wondered what he had said to hurt Sylar on such a level that it actually bled through the mask of anger he held, Peter often lost such arguments because his emotions would get out of hand and Sylar would win because he played the stoic act really well.
After they crossed the next street Sylar turned to walk into the building that read "Atlas Café." It must have been one of the coffee shops that Sylar visited in the real world because Peter had never heard of it before. Once inside Peter noticed that the lighting was a little dim, and there wasn't much of decoration there either, but that was okay with the place covered in 'no dogs allowed' signs it was easy to get passed the dull atmosphere. It almost made Peter glad that there weren't any people around because he suspected that the service would have been pour anyway.
Walking over to one of the tables by the windows, Peter waited for Sylar to join him with just a simple coffee. If there was one thing about the strange world they were forced to live in it was that they didn't have to worry about the lack of coffee makers full of fresh coffee. It almost made him wonder if that was a possible fear of his companion, because Peter knew Sylar preferred tea to coffee but the more he thought about it he had never seen the substance used for making tea in this world. Grabbing ahold of the warm cup Peter let his eyes roam to the windows and waited for any type of conversation to start. He didn't know what to expect, but he did expect for Sylar to say something.
Usually whenever they argued with each other it lasted for days, sometimes on the rare occasions weeks; and this time would be no different. But nothing was said, both just concentrated on their coffee and looked out the window. Was it really possible though? Did Sylar really need people the way that Peter did? Of course it was possible, everything was possible and Sylar was right he is a human being and he does have feelings, if the last two years said anything. It was just hard for Peter to understand that if Sylar was human than how did he manage to pull off all of the murders without feeling some kind of remorse?
"You know I've been thinking, maybe we could get one of those cars in working order again." Peter looked over in Sylar's direction showing that he was listening. "It wouldn't take much, most of them have just run out of gas and it is pretty simple to make ethanol."
"Yeah, but how are you going to do that? Last I checked there weren't any corn stalks growing in the middle of New York." Sylar smirked.
"Oh I'm sure if we looked around long enough we would find something to use. What do ya say wanna help me get one running?" Peter took another sip of his coffee before meeting Sylar's slightly hopeful face.
"And what would we do with this vehicle once it was up and running again?" Sylar's smirk turned into a shit eating grin as he took another drink of his own coffee.
"Whatever the hell we wanted to do with it. The possibilities are endless."
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A/N: Okay this is my first attempt at a Heroes fic, and I haven't finished the series so all of my information will be from my own imagination. This will be set in the Wall universe and I hope that there will be no slash but I can't make any promises. Hope you enjoyed this first chapter, now on to the next :)