Trick
Author's Note: And they just keep on coming. Drabble. Peter/Sylar. Yeah, what a shock, I know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes
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"You're a bastard, you know that, right?"
Sylar batted his eyelashes at him. "Who, me?" Oh my god, Sylar just batted his eyelashes at me! Heart attack, I'm having a heart attack! Call 911!
"Yes, you," he said, frowning. "Who else would I be talking about?" Don't you dare bat your eyelashes at me again!
Sylar laughed. "Well, your brother could be classed as a Grade A bastard and is in the room. You could be talking about him." Good point. Heidi certainly thinks along the same lines. What am I saying? At least my brother doesn't bat his eyelashes at me...oh god, vomit.
Sylar looked at him, perplexed at his sudden paleness. "Are you okay?" he said, actual concern in his voice. He reached out a hand and laid it on his arm. Oh god, Sylar's touching me! This is even worse than when he batted his eyelashes! I really need to get to a hospital. Pronto!
He shook his head, confused. He saw Sylar frown and then watched as his other hand came up to feel his forehead. He tried not to lean into it. Much. "You know, you don't look at all well. I think maybe we should leave." The guy is reading my mind! Hospital, take me to the hospital! I'm liable to die of heart failure at any moment!
Sylar, still looking concerned, led him out of the house and into his car. He realised awhile later that they were going in the wrong direction. Hey, the hospital's the way, idiot! You're going the wrong away.
Sylar stopped the car and led him inside. Look, where are you taking me, you moron? I thought we were going to the hospital! I am so blaming you when I die of cardiac arrest...
Oh.
Ooh.
Oooh.
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