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Merlin/Arthur. Peter/Sylar. SLASH! If you don't like it don't read it. Simple...
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Sylar grabbed Peter around the waist. "Teleport us out of here, nancy boy!"
Peter decided to let that 'nancy boy' comment slide. Instead he concentrated on getting them the hell out of there. After a few minutes Peter opened his eyes. "Did it work?" he whispered.
"Uh, no, you pansy! Try harder!" Sylar yelled.
Peter tried harder. Didn't work. "It's not working."
Sylar rolled his eyes and glared. "Well, I can see that, you dipshit. I have eyes!"
"Um, excuse me?"
Both men looked up from their position on the hay stack. The peasant girl had switched her mouth from the gaping position to a talking one. "So, um, how exactly did you get...here?" she asked, waving her hand vaguely to encompass the barn.
Sylar snorted and got to his feet. "Like we're really going to tell you," he said, the acid in his tone capable of burning through any material, it seemed.
Surprisingly the girl did not seem deterred. She smiled vaguely then said, "Because you better watch out. Magic's banned in this country. If you're caught using it you...sort of...well...get put to death. Painful, I'm told."
It was Peter's turn to snort. "Magic doesn't exist. Everyone knows that."
The girl nodded as though trying to calm them down. "Right. So...what are your names?"
"I'm Peter Petrelli and this is..."
Sylar interrupted Peter with, "...Gabriel Gray. Pleased to meet you." He shook her hand.
Peter glanced sideways at his arch-nemesis. Who knew Sylar's real name was Gabriel? Ironic, that.
The girl tried to quell a laugh. "I'm...Rachel." She gazed at them for a moment. "PP and GG? Are you kidding me?"
Peter and Sylar glanced at each other. "Um, no," Peter answered. He heard Sylar's stray thought – This girl's weird – and couldn't help but agree with him. That was a first.
"Who're your friends, Rachel?"
The girl and the two men glanced towards the main entrance of the barn. A young man stood there, hands casually in pockets.
"If I'd known you were going to bring two such fine men I'd have come sooner." He grinned.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Merlin. They just appeared in the barn a few minutes ago. Time travellers, by the look of it."
Rachel and Merlin glanced at the two men. Yep, definitely time travellers. "Well, they should just time travel their way back to wherever they came from," Merlin said. "You know how weird the king is about magic and the like."
Peter spoke up. "Uh, magic doesn't exist..."
Merlin rolled his eyes. "Oh no. Not that new fangled science thing. When are they going to get a clue? Bloody genetics."
Sylar gazed at Merlin with hunger in his eyes. He could sense the power emanating from this strange young man. What he wouldn't give to examine his brain...
His thoughts were abruptly terminated by a shove in the side by Peter, who had felt the Hunger years ago and knew what it looked like. "None of that," he said softly. "We have to blend in until we find a way home. That means no killing."
Sylar glared angrily in the direction of his arch-nemesis. What he wouldn't give to snap that bastard's neck...Oh, wait. He could do that. So he did.
Rachel and Merlin watched in horror as Peter slumped to the ground. And then in astonishment as Peter's neck snapped back to its original position and he stood up. He glared over at Sylar, who couldn't help but smirk. "What did you do that for?"
"That," Rachel began, and the two men turned in her direction with almost identical apprehensive looks on their faces. "...was so...cool! Do it again!" She jumped up and down in childish glee.
Merlin rolled his eyes. "Ignore her. She's sometimes a little...weird. Anyway, to get to the point: who the hell are you?"
"Well, um..." Peter pushed his hair out of his face. He didn't know why he'd never had it cut. Probably because of that one time...with the Company. He shuddered at the memory. "It's kind of a long story..."
Two hours later...
"So..." Merlin began. "What you're telling me is that you're this sort of...sponge thing that like to help people and that he is a super powered serial killer who likes to poke around people's brains and steal their powers and you hate each other. That's it?"
Peter and Sylar nodded in unison. "That's it." Peter couldn't help adding, "Yeah, definitely hate each other. Couldn't be anything else." Sylar decided to ignore that comment.
Merlin shook his head. "And I thought I had problems..." he murmured.
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