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Pieces of the Past
Heroes | Sylar, Peter, OC
PG | 1332 words
She watched as the sun peaked over the tall buildings lining the New York skyline, the peaceful image anything but if she had stepped outside. Addison glanced down at the book in front of her as she set it on the desk, her daydream fading from her mind.
A vase tilted on its side momentarily before righting itself causing Addison to turn at the sound. An invisible blur streaked beside the table and she pushed herself from the chair, curious as she outstretched her hand.
Her palm connected with a solid object and she pursed her lip, annoyance dominating the curiosity in her face. “Peter…” she said, retracting her hand as the young man’s body solidified. He appeared in front of her, his hand clutching the neck of the vase cautiously as he scrunched his face up with the anticipation of an apology.
“I’m sorry.” He blurted out, dropping his arm to his side as Addison sighed, finally giving him a smile as she shifted, returning back to her work. “You don’t need to spy on me, you know that…”
The young man laughed, walking forward as he curled his arms around her waist. “but it’s fun to sneak up on you.” Addison muffled a giggle, playfully elbowing him in the stomach and he moved backward, dropping his arms from her waist.
“You’re not very good at it.” She closed the book on the table, turning around as she tilted her head slightly, the smile disappearing from her face, “What are you really doing here Peter? I haven’t seen you in weeks…”
Peter fidgeted in his stance, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he responded to her question, “I just got back in town.” Addison narrowed her eyes at his statement, crossing her arms, “Where did you go?”
“It’s a long story…” he paused, taking a deep sigh before continuing, “Have you seen your brother?” His question was hesitant, his voice still faltering around the topic as he looked at her for answers.
Addison sat down at the desk, pulling the book back towards her as she flipped through it, absently replying, “Gabriel? I haven’t seen him in months…” she grabbed a pen, scrawling it across her notebook, “Why?”
“No reason…” he said, walking towards the window to glance out on the street below. The sound of the pen dropping on the wooden table caused him to turn quickly, seeing Addison’s gaze on him as she glared slightly, “Are you two still at it again?”
He quickly responded, “No.” His response was a little too rushed though as she stared at him confused. Peter knew he was a bad liar; he bit his lip as he watched Addison shut the large textbook closed. Sighing, the young girl raised an eyebrow, annoyance in her tone, “What’s going on?”
There was silence in the room and Addison began to tap her finger against the table, waiting for an answer. Peter took a deep breath as he tried to keep his voice as quiet as possible, “Nothing…” he turned but she stopped him, her voice aggravated, “Peter.”
The young man froze, finally turning back to face her as he mumbled, “He’s dead.” He had hoped that he had been quiet enough for her to not hear him clearly but the expression on her face told him otherwise. Her fingers immediately stopped drumming against the table as she tried to comprehend his statement, her faint voice finally vocalizing, “He’s what?”
Peter remained silent. He felt bad for her; even though her brother was a murderer and very well could have killed him-and had achieved it once-he didn’t want to be the first one to break the news to her.
He pulled away from the window, walking up as he sat down in the chair beside her. “I didn’t want to be the one to tell you,” he said, placing a hand gently over hers and she nodded. “You think he’s going to show up here?” she asked, her voice still faint as she lifted her gaze up to the young man beside her.
Peter nodded grimly, locking his gaze with hers, “The guy’s got a lot of baggage, and I doubt he’d move on.” He saw her eyes divert down to her notebook, her fingers tapping the end of the pen against the paper until she sighed, “I’m late for class…”
The young man furrowed his brow at her statement, watching as she stuffed a couple books into a bag, throwing it over her shoulder. She slid off the chair, heading towards the door as Peter’s voice stopped her, “Addison…”
As if she had read his mind she turned, responding, “I’ll deal with it later Peter.” She grabbed the knob of the front door, giving him a shining smile as her voice lightened, “Welcome back.”
---
Addison headed up Sullivan Street towards Washington Square Park, maneuvering through the large crowds as she let her gaze drift across the street. She hiked her bag against her shoulder when her eyes narrowed on a familiar face. A couple of people almost collided with her when she stopped abruptly, her eyes observing the young man walking down the steps of a nearby building, his gaze surveying the street before he started walking away from the park.
Addison clutched her bag against her body as she stepped out into the street, carefully weaving in and out of the backed up cars lining the road. She quickened her pace, moving into a jog as she followed the man, her heart beating faster with each connection with the concrete.
He heard the familiar heartbeat behind him, turning as Addison skidded to a halt suddenly, her chest rising and falling with the exertion of oxygen. His eyes locked with hers and they stood in silence for what seemed like forever when a bystander accidentally brushed against Sylar’s shoulder, sending his body back slightly.
The girl couldn’t have looked more ecstatic as she ran forward, throwing her arms around his neck and catching the man by surprise. He stumbled a bit from the sudden force but righted himself, seeing the gaze of the crowd on them as he hesitantly wrapped an arm around her waist.
“You’re not dead.” She said, her face buried against his neck as she held him tight. Sylar lowered her down, his eyes glancing nervously to the upper windows of the building he had just exited as the young girl kept a wide smile on her face.
Her smile was infectious and he slipped, a small smile forming on his lips as he nodded slightly, “No I’m not,” he paused and the smile disappeared quickly, “Addison, what are you doing here?”
“Peter told me that …” she trailed off as she saw his body stiffen with the sound of Peter’s name. She dismissed it, changing the subject as she looked up at the building he had his gaze on. “Did you just come out of a dorm?”
She noticed his jaw clench as he tried to keep the truth from spilling from his lips and she opened her mouth to speak but her attention was pulled elsewhere. Sylar observed the quick change as he saw her head tilt slightly, her gaze focused behind his shoulder.
“Addison?” he said quietly, his eyes narrowing as she snapped from her daze, directing her gaze to his face. “Why is there a brunette teenager staring at you?” she asked, her question startling the young man as he turned his head to look at the direction her eyes were on but all he found were the crowds moving at a rushed pace. He returned his gaze back on her, his voice hasty, “What are you talking about?”
She pulled her gaze away from him just as a middle-aged woman walked straight through the young teenager, the faded trails solidifying around the girl’s faint form. Addison sighed; dropping her eyes to the concrete as she silently cursed herself.
“Not again…”
Heroes | Sylar, Peter, OC
PG | 1332 words
She watched as the sun peaked over the tall buildings lining the New York skyline, the peaceful image anything but if she had stepped outside. Addison glanced down at the book in front of her as she set it on the desk, her daydream fading from her mind.
A vase tilted on its side momentarily before righting itself causing Addison to turn at the sound. An invisible blur streaked beside the table and she pushed herself from the chair, curious as she outstretched her hand.
Her palm connected with a solid object and she pursed her lip, annoyance dominating the curiosity in her face. “Peter…” she said, retracting her hand as the young man’s body solidified. He appeared in front of her, his hand clutching the neck of the vase cautiously as he scrunched his face up with the anticipation of an apology.
“I’m sorry.” He blurted out, dropping his arm to his side as Addison sighed, finally giving him a smile as she shifted, returning back to her work. “You don’t need to spy on me, you know that…”
The young man laughed, walking forward as he curled his arms around her waist. “but it’s fun to sneak up on you.” Addison muffled a giggle, playfully elbowing him in the stomach and he moved backward, dropping his arms from her waist.
“You’re not very good at it.” She closed the book on the table, turning around as she tilted her head slightly, the smile disappearing from her face, “What are you really doing here Peter? I haven’t seen you in weeks…”
Peter fidgeted in his stance, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he responded to her question, “I just got back in town.” Addison narrowed her eyes at his statement, crossing her arms, “Where did you go?”
“It’s a long story…” he paused, taking a deep sigh before continuing, “Have you seen your brother?” His question was hesitant, his voice still faltering around the topic as he looked at her for answers.
Addison sat down at the desk, pulling the book back towards her as she flipped through it, absently replying, “Gabriel? I haven’t seen him in months…” she grabbed a pen, scrawling it across her notebook, “Why?”
“No reason…” he said, walking towards the window to glance out on the street below. The sound of the pen dropping on the wooden table caused him to turn quickly, seeing Addison’s gaze on him as she glared slightly, “Are you two still at it again?”
He quickly responded, “No.” His response was a little too rushed though as she stared at him confused. Peter knew he was a bad liar; he bit his lip as he watched Addison shut the large textbook closed. Sighing, the young girl raised an eyebrow, annoyance in her tone, “What’s going on?”
There was silence in the room and Addison began to tap her finger against the table, waiting for an answer. Peter took a deep breath as he tried to keep his voice as quiet as possible, “Nothing…” he turned but she stopped him, her voice aggravated, “Peter.”
The young man froze, finally turning back to face her as he mumbled, “He’s dead.” He had hoped that he had been quiet enough for her to not hear him clearly but the expression on her face told him otherwise. Her fingers immediately stopped drumming against the table as she tried to comprehend his statement, her faint voice finally vocalizing, “He’s what?”
Peter remained silent. He felt bad for her; even though her brother was a murderer and very well could have killed him-and had achieved it once-he didn’t want to be the first one to break the news to her.
He pulled away from the window, walking up as he sat down in the chair beside her. “I didn’t want to be the one to tell you,” he said, placing a hand gently over hers and she nodded. “You think he’s going to show up here?” she asked, her voice still faint as she lifted her gaze up to the young man beside her.
Peter nodded grimly, locking his gaze with hers, “The guy’s got a lot of baggage, and I doubt he’d move on.” He saw her eyes divert down to her notebook, her fingers tapping the end of the pen against the paper until she sighed, “I’m late for class…”
The young man furrowed his brow at her statement, watching as she stuffed a couple books into a bag, throwing it over her shoulder. She slid off the chair, heading towards the door as Peter’s voice stopped her, “Addison…”
As if she had read his mind she turned, responding, “I’ll deal with it later Peter.” She grabbed the knob of the front door, giving him a shining smile as her voice lightened, “Welcome back.”
---
Addison headed up Sullivan Street towards Washington Square Park, maneuvering through the large crowds as she let her gaze drift across the street. She hiked her bag against her shoulder when her eyes narrowed on a familiar face. A couple of people almost collided with her when she stopped abruptly, her eyes observing the young man walking down the steps of a nearby building, his gaze surveying the street before he started walking away from the park.
Addison clutched her bag against her body as she stepped out into the street, carefully weaving in and out of the backed up cars lining the road. She quickened her pace, moving into a jog as she followed the man, her heart beating faster with each connection with the concrete.
He heard the familiar heartbeat behind him, turning as Addison skidded to a halt suddenly, her chest rising and falling with the exertion of oxygen. His eyes locked with hers and they stood in silence for what seemed like forever when a bystander accidentally brushed against Sylar’s shoulder, sending his body back slightly.
The girl couldn’t have looked more ecstatic as she ran forward, throwing her arms around his neck and catching the man by surprise. He stumbled a bit from the sudden force but righted himself, seeing the gaze of the crowd on them as he hesitantly wrapped an arm around her waist.
“You’re not dead.” She said, her face buried against his neck as she held him tight. Sylar lowered her down, his eyes glancing nervously to the upper windows of the building he had just exited as the young girl kept a wide smile on her face.
Her smile was infectious and he slipped, a small smile forming on his lips as he nodded slightly, “No I’m not,” he paused and the smile disappeared quickly, “Addison, what are you doing here?”
“Peter told me that …” she trailed off as she saw his body stiffen with the sound of Peter’s name. She dismissed it, changing the subject as she looked up at the building he had his gaze on. “Did you just come out of a dorm?”
She noticed his jaw clench as he tried to keep the truth from spilling from his lips and she opened her mouth to speak but her attention was pulled elsewhere. Sylar observed the quick change as he saw her head tilt slightly, her gaze focused behind his shoulder.
“Addison?” he said quietly, his eyes narrowing as she snapped from her daze, directing her gaze to his face. “Why is there a brunette teenager staring at you?” she asked, her question startling the young man as he turned his head to look at the direction her eyes were on but all he found were the crowds moving at a rushed pace. He returned his gaze back on her, his voice hasty, “What are you talking about?”
She pulled her gaze away from him just as a middle-aged woman walked straight through the young teenager, the faded trails solidifying around the girl’s faint form. Addison sighed; dropping her eyes to the concrete as she silently cursed herself.
“Not again…”