One last wish
Title: One last wish
Author: di_elle
Prompt: I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every part of my body is broken too
Characters/Pairing: Peter, Sylar, hint at Sylar/Elle
Rating: PG
Warnings (spoilers): Volume 3.
Summary: Several years had passed, perhaps more then a decade since their last confrontation, but it looks like it wasn't a fight what his old enemy wanted this time.
Lyrics: My Immortal - Evanescence
A/N: Thanks to faded_facade : your help was really precious. Written for the 3rd Drabble challenge. This is set several years in the future, it's a sort of "last confrontation of immortals". Inspired by this comment, stainofmylove, I played a little with your idea, I hope you don't mind...
x-posted to sylelle_chall and sylarelle
"It all started here, you know?"
Peter stopped at the doorstep, hearing the voice, uncertain of what to do. Several years had passed, perhaps more then a decade since their last confrontation, but it looks like it wasn't a fight what his old enemy wanted this time.
"Suresh's apartment?"
"Yeah, remember? I killed you in this room" the insolent sentence accompanied by the sly smirk he well remembered. "Once I had said to Mohinder, life has its poetry."
Suddenly Peter understood why they were there. "You know that Claire will kill you as soon as she arrives." It was not a question. "Why?" Peter asked.
Sylar pondered for few minutes, then spoke. "I have seen too much, I know too much, and after all these years I have understood that I will never find what I have looked for my whole life. This is my curse, my condemnation."
Peter recognized his own tiredness and loneliness in those words, but there was more, something he couldn't understand.
"But if you want... It's never too late, you can redeem yourself..."
"Ah, Peter! You have not changed at all, have you? Always ready to save everyone, even a monster like me" and there was no sign of mockery in his tone.
"But I saw you ..." Peter hesitated, he had particularly never told anyone that part of the future.
"Go ahead, Peter. You are here for this. Once, you told me that in the future you visited, I was able to change. I've tried, but I couldn't, there wasn't a reason strong enough to do it. You know why that future you saw never happened. You know what was worth the struggle to change. Now, before everything ends, I wish... " Sylar shook his head, correcting himself "I must know this last thing."
Peter averted his gaze, disturbed by the lack of emotion in the tone of the other, but he couldn't deny him an answer.
"You had a son. A four year-old child. You changed for him."
"A son..." Sylar's mind began to review the events of those years. The year in which Angela Petrelli had faked to be his mother. The year in which …
"What was he like?" Now there was urgency in his tone.
"Smart, he seemed big for his age. He had dark eyes, but -"
"He was blond."
"Yes, with chubby cheeks and a cheeky smile. He reminded me of… "
"Elle"
Peter fell silent. He had never heard so much desolation in a single word. He lifted his eyes and saw Sylar falter and sag. For a moment he thought that Claire had arrived, then his senses were hit by the emotions of the man in front of him, so intense that he was almost overwhelmed. Peter didn't know why they call it heartbreak. It felt like every part of Sylar's body was broken too.
Author: di_elle
Prompt: I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every part of my body is broken too
Characters/Pairing: Peter, Sylar, hint at Sylar/Elle
Rating: PG
Warnings (spoilers): Volume 3.
Summary: Several years had passed, perhaps more then a decade since their last confrontation, but it looks like it wasn't a fight what his old enemy wanted this time.
Lyrics: My Immortal - Evanescence
A/N: Thanks to faded_facade : your help was really precious. Written for the 3rd Drabble challenge. This is set several years in the future, it's a sort of "last confrontation of immortals". Inspired by this comment, stainofmylove, I played a little with your idea, I hope you don't mind...
x-posted to sylelle_chall and sylarelle
"It all started here, you know?"
Peter stopped at the doorstep, hearing the voice, uncertain of what to do. Several years had passed, perhaps more then a decade since their last confrontation, but it looks like it wasn't a fight what his old enemy wanted this time.
"Suresh's apartment?"
"Yeah, remember? I killed you in this room" the insolent sentence accompanied by the sly smirk he well remembered. "Once I had said to Mohinder, life has its poetry."
Suddenly Peter understood why they were there. "You know that Claire will kill you as soon as she arrives." It was not a question. "Why?" Peter asked.
Sylar pondered for few minutes, then spoke. "I have seen too much, I know too much, and after all these years I have understood that I will never find what I have looked for my whole life. This is my curse, my condemnation."
Peter recognized his own tiredness and loneliness in those words, but there was more, something he couldn't understand.
"But if you want... It's never too late, you can redeem yourself..."
"Ah, Peter! You have not changed at all, have you? Always ready to save everyone, even a monster like me" and there was no sign of mockery in his tone.
"But I saw you ..." Peter hesitated, he had particularly never told anyone that part of the future.
"Go ahead, Peter. You are here for this. Once, you told me that in the future you visited, I was able to change. I've tried, but I couldn't, there wasn't a reason strong enough to do it. You know why that future you saw never happened. You know what was worth the struggle to change. Now, before everything ends, I wish... " Sylar shook his head, correcting himself "I must know this last thing."
Peter averted his gaze, disturbed by the lack of emotion in the tone of the other, but he couldn't deny him an answer.
"You had a son. A four year-old child. You changed for him."
"A son..." Sylar's mind began to review the events of those years. The year in which Angela Petrelli had faked to be his mother. The year in which …
"What was he like?" Now there was urgency in his tone.
"Smart, he seemed big for his age. He had dark eyes, but -"
"He was blond."
"Yes, with chubby cheeks and a cheeky smile. He reminded me of… "
"Elle"
Peter fell silent. He had never heard so much desolation in a single word. He lifted his eyes and saw Sylar falter and sag. For a moment he thought that Claire had arrived, then his senses were hit by the emotions of the man in front of him, so intense that he was almost overwhelmed. Peter didn't know why they call it heartbreak. It felt like every part of Sylar's body was broken too.