A/N: Ok, second chapter's up. Just so you know, this story's mostly gonna revolve around Peter and Sylar, mostly 'cause I like the idea of Sylar and Peter being brothers. :) Anyways, enjoy and I want to thank those of you who commented and Story Alerted this story, it's greatly appreciated.

"Uncle Pete." A little boy shouted running up to him as he walked down the stairs. He looked exactly like the boy Peter had met in the future

"Hey." He said looking at him.

"Daddy said you got hurt, are you ok? I'm sure Mommy will help, she's good at fixing booboos." Peter couldn't help but smile at the little boy.

"You know what, I think I'll be alright." He said kneeling on one knee so he was at eye level.

"Nate, go wash up for dinner." Sylar said coming up behind him. Peter looked up from his spot on the ground before standing up.

"How are you doing, Peter?" he asked once Nate had run off to wash his hands.

"Good, hungry."

"Good, 'cause there's a lasagna just coming out of the oven."

"Uncle Pete, will you tell me a story after dinner?" Nate asked as he rushed back from the bathroom.

"Uh, sure." Sylar smiled at the two.

"Alright, lets go, Champ, time for dinner." The three walked into the kitchen where Peter took the chance to notice that the knives were no longer out for the world to see. Dinner went smoothly. Peter stayed quiet for most of it, carefully watching the little family.

"Come on, Uncle Peter, story." Nate said pulling on Peter's arm after dinner was over.

"Better go, Peter. We'll take care of the table." Sylar told him.

"So what story do you want me to tell you?" Peter asked as they entered Nate's bedroom. The walls were filled with pictures of superheroes and trains.

"A boogeyman story, please, I promise I won't get scared."

"I don't know…."

"Please." Peter thought for a minute. The only boogeyman story he knew was the one he'd lived through.

"Fine." Peter thought for a minute before he started.

"There once was a girl…"

"Ceecee." Nate said with excitement.

"Uh, right, CeeCee, and she was special and two people knew that, the boogeyman and…."

"Super Peter." Peter gave him a look and assumed Nate had heard this story before.

"You want to tell the story?" he questioned jokingly. Nate shook his head and giggled. Dark hair fell over his eyes.

"Ok. So Super Peter and the Boogeyman knew that she was special. One day he had a dream that he was supposed to save her, because you see the Boogeyman had found her." Peter went on to tell how Super Peter had saved CeeCee from the Boogeyman. He finished the story as Sylar came into the room.

"What was the story 'bout tonight?" he asked with a smile. It was a smile Peter had never seen before, a warm, loving smile. Maybe he could trust him, just a little.

"Super Peter." Nate said with great enthusiasm.

"Super Peter huh?" Nate shook his head emphatically in response. Sylar eyed Peter with a look before turning back to his son.

"Well, champ, I'm sure Super Peter would agree that it's time for a bath, right?"

"But….."

"No buts, mom's waiting for you." With a sigh that made Peter have to stifle his laughter, Nate got up from his bed and walked out of the room with Sylar following. Peter too got up and left the room.

"Stop telling him stories like that, please." Sylar said stopping him in the hallway.

"Like what?"

"Super 'Peter'. He doesn't need to think you have 'powers'."

"Sy, I mean, Gabriel, Super Peter's a character. He named him tonight; I just went along with it. There's no problem with a kid liking superheroes."

"Oh, I have no problem with him liking superheroes like Superman and all that, but I don't want him thinking you have powers. He needs to know that you're normal."

"I'm his uncle though. Uncle's are supposed to be special." Peter said with a grin he'd used on Nathan in the past when he'd had the same conversation with him about telling his boys superhero stories.

"I know, but not like that."

"Fine, I won't tell him those stories or I'll change the character. How 'bout Super Gabe?"

"Peter…." Sylar shook his head and started laughing. Peter laughed too. It felt weird laughing with a man who had been trying to kill him for so long, but at the same time it felt good to laugh.

They walked to the living room. Two sofas were placed across from the other. Sylar settled into one as Peter sat down in the other. Once again Peter grew quiet and watched Sylar. The man was humming as he picked up a book from the end table. A pair of glasses was settled on the bridge of his nose. Every once and awhile Sylar would push them up, but continued to read. Peter watched carefully. He'd always loved watching people; they were just so fascinating. What was even more fascinating to him now though, was Sylar, so domestic, so caring, so…normal. It was something he was sure he'd never seriously experience. Yes he'd been to the future and met his newly found brother and seen how fatherly he was. At the same time though, it wasn't normal, because he'd made the man use his powers and Sylar had known that he wasn't from that time period. It was still anything but normal. This though, this was normal. There were no powers, Sylar wasn't a killer, everything was normal and Peter was now trying to figure out what he thought about that.

Sylar looked up from his book and noticed Peter looking at him with a curious look in his eye.

"Thinking about something?" he asked, setting his book aside.

"Ever wonder what life would be like if we weren't normal?" Peter asked slowly. Sylar looked at him directly as he took off his glasses.

"No, I haven't, Peter." Peter suddenly felt like he was talking to Nathan, telling him about his flying dreams.

"Not just once?" Peter challenged. Sylar looked at him before replacing his glasses and picking up his book. Leaning back in the couch it was obvious he didn't want to have this conversation anymore. The thing was, though, Peter was a determined man. He didn't know about the Peter of this reality, but he knew that he himself, wasn't easily deterred.

"You're telling me you're happy doing the same thing day in, day out? What if you could travel the world, do things thought impossible, if you had that chance, would you?" he questioned with a sort of smirk.

"Peter," Sylar started as he once again put down his book, he used his glasses almost like a pointer, "I'm perfectly happy. You should be too, you've got a nice life. You're 26, Pete, it's time to get your head out of the clouds, k?"

Peter looked at him. Some things never changed and it was obvious here that he was still the younger brother. Too many times he'd heard the "grow up" speech. He'd never understood the idea of tossing away your dreams, he still didn't get it. Dreams were what motivated people. It was the dreamers who made a difference. He knew though that it was pointless to argue. Sylar was being his brother, not like he could do anything anyways. With a sigh he nodded.

"Right, ok. No more dreams." He said as he picked up a book. He was ignoring the hard stare Sylar was giving him.

"I didn't mean that."

"Sylar, you and I are different, we always have been, I'm done fighting it, you win." Inside he chuckled and cringed at the same time. Never in his life had he expected to utter those words to the man currently sitting across from him.

"Pete." At this he outwardly cringed.

"Please, don't call me Pete, ok?" that right had still not been won.

"I thought we resolved that."

"We resolved nothing."

"Peter, what's going on?"

"Nothing, just leave it." Peter said, getting up. He headed for the door, but Sylar followed him.

"Where are you going?"

"For a walk. Gonna try and stop me?" there was venom in his voice. Peter Petrelli without powers, was just Peter Petrelli. He wasn't a fighter, he was a pacifist. He helped people die and nothing else. Growing up Nathan had always been the one to be in a fight because of him, when Nathan wasn't around, Peter just avoided the bullies at all costs. He'd refused to learn to fight, because to him, fighting was the sure sign of a weakness. He learned though. Fighting was necessary to survive. He didn't learn it until after college, but he still learned it. Now, here he was, wanting so bad to hit Sylar, to show him he wasn't weak. The problem was, he didn't know how much of an impact he'd actually make or what Sylar would do.

"No, I won't stop you, just come back." It wasn't an order or a command, it was more like a request, a hope. It wasn't quite the response he'd expected. Looking at him one last time, Peter walked out the door. Sylar didn't once come after him as he started walking, he just let him go.

"It's so nice, isn't it?" Mark asked falling in step with Peter. Peter looked at him, slightly startled, but then he stopped. The anger he'd felt towards Sylar, instantly went towards the man that now stood in front of him.

"What's going on?" he demanded.

"Oh, nothing. Don't you like your brother not trying to kill you?"

"He's not my brother."

"Records say differently."

"Get me the heck out of here, Mark."

"Peter, not yet, not when it's just getting fun." Peter was ready to ask him what he meant when suddenly Mark was gone, leaving him alone once again.

Let me know what you thought. To be continued.