A/N: Yes, I know I haven't updated in forever, sorry about that. Thanks for all the reviews, espeacially Hazgarn, who reminded me to continue. I'm definately going to update soon. R&R ^^
"Peter," Nathan said calmly, not making a move to unpin himself from the wall, "You're not feeling well, you just need to calm down--"
"You don't tell me what to do!" He snapped, falling apart at the seams. His face rippled, eyes changing color and hair lengthening and shortening as he struggled to remain in control of the new ability. "J-Just tell me…"
"Okay then," Sylar said nonchalantly, lips twitching in a smile as a blast of telekinesis swept the other man across the room, his body bouncing against the opposite wall. A strange combination of horror and elation boiled in his gut as he saw what appeared to be himself half conscious and bleeding from a head wound, the feeling stayed even as the Peter shifted back to his own form.
Repressing the rising Hunger, Sylar strolled over to the brother, squatting by his head. "I am your brother, Peter, and your enemy. Funny, isn't it?"
"You son of--" Peter sputtered, breaking off in a coughing fit.
"Yes, well, I couldn't agree more about dear Angela. Who do you think did this to me? You know how she is. Always ruining lives." He shook his head disapprovingly, "Though I got what I wanted, hmm? Well, a word to the wise, be careful what you wish for."
Growing bored, Sylar raised one hand, telekinetically slicing open the palm and holding it out to Peter. "Here, take it, before it heals."
Eyes somewhat unfocused, Peter groped for the hand, red electricity running over the interlocked hands as he found it. With that, he absorbed Claire's power, his shallow head wound rapidly closing, leaving only a smear of blood behind. Dropping Sylar's hand like it burned him he pulled himself up, leaning against the dented wall as he recuperated. "I hate you," He growled, glaring.
"No you don't," He said gravely, the line between Sylar and Nathan suddenly more blurred than ever. "I'm still your brother. I look like him. I act like him…well, almost. I am him. Just think of me as…Nathan 2.0."
"What is going on in here?!" Angela Petrelli snapped, flinging the door open and striding purposefully into the office. "Peter? What happened to you?"
"He--" Nathan started, only to be cut off.
"I tripped, hit my head. Lucky I have Claire's power, huh?" Peter lied, giving a lopsided smile.
"Well then, you should be more careful, dear." Angela paused for a moment, giving Nathan a long look. "Why don't you go get cleaned up and go keep Claire entertained, she's only here for a few more days."
"Okay, Mom," He agreed, giving her peck on the cheek before leaving with a parting glance at Nathan.
Shutting the door carefully behind her Angela walked up to Nathan, straightening his collar as she looked him over. "Are you feeling all right?" She asked, concerned.
"Yeah, Ma, I'm fine." Nathan smiled reassuringly, looking tired. "It's just work."
"You work too hard." She smiled, patting his cheek. "Well, don't forget The Company meeting next week, we can't do this without you, you know."
"Of course, Ma." The smile stayed plastered on his face until Angela had left, closing the office door on the way out. Nathan, or Sylar, he just wasn't sure anymore, sighed. He was two different people, battling for one body. Frankly, he didn't know who he wanted to win.
