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quirkysmuse) wrote2010-03-11 03:16 pm
quirkysmuse) wrote2010-03-11 03:16 pm
Entry tags:
Heroes, "Behind Suspicions" Peter/Sylar, rated PG
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Behind Suspicions
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar (Peter/Emma/Sylar implied)
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: end of Season 4
Notes: Written for the "Tangle" theme at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic_bakeoff.
Summary: Peter's suspicions of Sylar are misinterpreted.
He stole his brother’s life, and Peter feared that someday Sylar would also steal his.
The best thing, Peter thought, would be to disappear. Sylar wouldn’t let him, though, not with his shiny bleached conscience.
He simply insisted on becoming a part of Peter’s life.
--
Peter knocked on Sylar’s door one morning, unsure as to why he came, but he wanted to at least glower at him all the same.
Inside he found Emma having tea with him, and Sylar opened up the door with a bright grin and an impromptu invitation. Emma stood up with a somewhat guilty expression, but Sylar played it off.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said softly. It sounded so unlike him, but then again, Sylar had been sounding like that since they were both trapped within his head.
“Peter, Sylar called me …” Peter didn’t hear the rest as she explained. He looked at Sylar suspiciously, who tilted his head with modesty to match his ever-growing grin.
Peter wanted to warn Emma right there and tell her everything about Sylar’s past and the horrible things he’d done, but he couldn’t. It would probably backfire, and Emma would call him a jealous jerk.
--
Peter returned later that rainy night to Sylar’s apartment and viciously banged on his door. Through floppy moist hair, Peter snarled at the man before he could inquire about his distress.
“What do you want from me?” Peter yelled with desperation and rage.
Sylar sighed, and he shook his head and watched Peter with softness in his eyes. Though creepy, his affection became apparent. He said nothing but reached out his hand to push back the tangled mass of wet hair from Peter’s eyes.
Stunned, Peter choked on a breath before Sylar pulled him inside, silencing his doubts forever.
Title: Behind Suspicions
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar (Peter/Emma/Sylar implied)
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: end of Season 4
Notes: Written for the "Tangle" theme at
fanfic_bakeoff. Summary: Peter's suspicions of Sylar are misinterpreted.
He stole his brother’s life, and Peter feared that someday Sylar would also steal his.
The best thing, Peter thought, would be to disappear. Sylar wouldn’t let him, though, not with his shiny bleached conscience.
He simply insisted on becoming a part of Peter’s life.
--
Peter knocked on Sylar’s door one morning, unsure as to why he came, but he wanted to at least glower at him all the same.
Inside he found Emma having tea with him, and Sylar opened up the door with a bright grin and an impromptu invitation. Emma stood up with a somewhat guilty expression, but Sylar played it off.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said softly. It sounded so unlike him, but then again, Sylar had been sounding like that since they were both trapped within his head.
“Peter, Sylar called me …” Peter didn’t hear the rest as she explained. He looked at Sylar suspiciously, who tilted his head with modesty to match his ever-growing grin.
Peter wanted to warn Emma right there and tell her everything about Sylar’s past and the horrible things he’d done, but he couldn’t. It would probably backfire, and Emma would call him a jealous jerk.
--
Peter returned later that rainy night to Sylar’s apartment and viciously banged on his door. Through floppy moist hair, Peter snarled at the man before he could inquire about his distress.
“What do you want from me?” Peter yelled with desperation and rage.
Sylar sighed, and he shook his head and watched Peter with softness in his eyes. Though creepy, his affection became apparent. He said nothing but reached out his hand to push back the tangled mass of wet hair from Peter’s eyes.
Stunned, Peter choked on a breath before Sylar pulled him inside, silencing his doubts forever.
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I've been a bit bitter with Peter/Sylar lately but you made me smile, here, reminding me of why I heart them together so hard.
O RLY? I'm glad you enjoyed it. I have no idea where this ficlet came from but Yay, thanks for commenting!
I'll try to hunt down that fic you mentioned. There's just something so delicious about Emma/Sylar/Peter, isn't there?
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