A/N: So I was trying to think of a good starting place for this fic...and this is the best I could come up with. I feel like I can't write fights very well. But this is really all just to set up the rest of the fic anyway. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or NBC.


"Liar."

Sylar almost let out a sigh. Oh Peter. Still so naïve. Even so, now was the time to finish this. Peter stepped toward him, red flames growing on his hands. Sylar responded by moving forward on his own. He didn't feel the ice surrounding his fists himself, but knew its power.

Peter swung at his head, which naturally Sylar was expecting. Always going right for the top. He dodged to the right and landed a cross to Peter's midsection. If the younger Petrelli felt the blow, he didn't show it. He stepped back and prepared to shoot a flame. Sylar countered by casting the ice on his hands out, cooling Peter's hands and preventing him from forming flames. Peter snarled and shook his hand to the side, clearing the ice. He then shot a stream of flame so big that it lifted Sylar up and pushed him down the hall.

Sylar collided with the group of Homeland Security officers trying to break into the room from which he had recently removed Peter. They fell to the floor in a heap. He sensed a buzzing in his gut, telling him to reform the illusion of Nathan. Even as he did so, a groan came from the pile of bodies nearby. One of the Homeland Security officers slumped to the side, revealing –

"Parkman." Under the guise of Nathan, Sylar offered his hand. Matt took it, allowing himself to be pulled up. "Thanks – sir!" He shoved Sylar to the side as a blast of flame came down the hall. It pushed him back into the door, burning his skin and catching tiny flickering flames onto his jacket.

"Cut it out, Matt," gruffed Peter, moving down the hall towards them. "This is between him and me." The former LAPD officer managed to open one eye, lifting his head. Anyone else but Sylar would have missed the hatred in the man's eyes. "Go to hell." Using what must have been the last of his strength, Matt yanked his gun out of his holster and turned it on Peter, emptying the clip in a matter of seconds.

Of course, Peter had been prepared. He simply raised a hand and caught the bullets in front of his body. "Listen to me, Matt," he started, "you don't want to do this. This is Sylar. He – "

Without warning, the bullets suddenly flew back and tore into Matt. He screamed in pain as Peter looked shocked. "What the hell?" The image of his older brother rose to his feet, his hand extended towards Peter. "Sorry. You and I aren't done yet." Sylar then concentrated and fired a wall of ice down the hallway. Upon reaching Peter, he suddenly flared red and the wall melted before him. He responded with a wall of flame of his own. Sylar barely had time to form a shield of ice that absorbed the force of the attack before it reached him. As he shook away the flames, suddenly Peter was flying down the hallway, tackling him into the doorway.

"You. Are not. Nathan!" he screamed as he punched Sylar with each word. Between Niki's strength and Meredith's flames, the blows dealt serious damage. Sylar felt his cheekbone snap and blood gush forth from his face. He noticed Peter pause, though, and he suddenly understood why. Already, the skin was closing up, the bone resetting, the blood disappearing. All thanks to –

"CLAIRE!?" Peter screeched. Sylar laughed, the form of the young girl's biological father seemingly amused by her death. "Who else?" Sylar responded as another blast of ice slammed Peter into the wall. "NO!" And suddenly they were punching and throwing and flying and healing and Sylar lost track of which way was up several times before it happened.

He'd wanted to stay away from Peter's head – not that he needed Peter's ability, of course; it was just one of any other abilities for him to take – but he had shoved Peter into a wall and turned to form a spear of ice. As he turned back to put it through Peter's heart, he heard a sickening squelch and an abrupt gasp. He looked down to see the end of the spear covered in blood...and the rest of it through Peter's head. He must have dove at me, his aptitude seemed to say, even as he let out an angry cry. Damnit!


After trying several times and ultimately failing to gain Peter's power, Sylar tossed the door at the end of the hall to the side. He could only figure, at some point, the battle with Peter had blown it off of its hinges. He stalked into the room, taking note of The Haitian's body and that of a Japanese man. That must be Hiro, he thought as he knelt next to the body. Died of gunshots. So his brain is intact...The illusion of Nathan faded around him as he slowly began to open up the man's skull.

A strangled cry arose from the shadows of the room. Sylar immediately turned and grabbed at the source telekinetically, slowly pulling it in towards him. A smile formed on his lips. "Mohinder. How good to see you again." The Indian man squirmed, hatred radiating off of him. "You. It was you. All this time." "That's true," Sylar said, standing and slowly walking towards him. "You have no idea how much you helped me. How much of what I've wanted that you and Nathan managed to do." Mohinder ceased struggling, realization seeming to dawn on him. "It was wrong. So wrong."

Sylar turned and walked back toward Hiro's body. "It was. And Nathan had to reveal his power to get here. So I'm going back. To change things." "Like hell you are!" Mohinder said, reaching out for the serial killer. But he didn't move forward, still held strong in the telekinetic grip. Sylar laughed. "And I suppose you think you'll stop me? No." He worked on finishing removing the top of Hiro's head. "To these people, Sylar is dead. And you worked so much with Nathan, you had to have known about his ability. So you can stay here and see what these people do to you."

After a few more minutes, Mohinder finally fell back to the floor. He looked up to see Sylar gone. And with it, his last hope for any kind of lenience from this world. He could only hope on the Hiro from the past changing things for the better.


Time to change things for the better, Sylar said as he appeared on the roof of a building in New York City many years ago, around the time the Company was getting started. He had enough power. If the explosion still happened, but people's powers were different...He looked up at the sky and concentrated. In his time as Nathan, he'd met Angela several times and learned of a rarely-spoken-about sister. Alice. She could control the weather, which upon taking Sylar realized could be extended to control of the tides. And their cause...

"The moon," Sylar breathed. The object was hanging in the midafternoon sky, not far from the sun. There would be an eclipse in a few days, the first eclipse that gave people abilities. Sylar smirked as he began to concentrate on the lunar object. Or maybe less than a few days...


A/N: Please don't throw things at me for using the eclipse. Blame Heroes! On another note, I missed the premiere tonight, so I'll have to catch up online somehow. Please let me know your feelings on it. Also, I feel like Peter's death was lame...but I needed Sylar to win without getting Peter's powers...so that's what you get.