Pieces to a puzzle...

[fixthepast]

Somehow I've found myself working for the Company.  Still not sure how that happened but it's not something I was going to turn down either.  A chance to be around all these specials?  Gain their powers and fuck with their minds?  What's not to love?  But for now I have to do all the tedious work and the first person I get to see is Sylar. He comes

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[heartofmurder]

I can't believe their making me do this. Bad enough I have to listen to them, follow their rules, but now they want me to see a damn psychiatrist? After much arguing, I decided to just get this over with to shut them up. I never said I would cooperate, though.

I glare at the so called doctor when I head inside, "Comfortable. Right," I snort, sitting down in a heap, "How long am I supposed to be here for?" I look at my watch, then glance at the one on the wall. It's running two seconds late and it's already driving me crazy.

[fixthepast]

Oh, he really doesn't want to be here. More fun for me. "An hour. Or longer if I want." He's not looking me, he's staring at the clock. I can see it on his face, there's something about it he doesn't like. Lets see if I can figure it out.

"See something you like?" I glance at the clock. "It was a gift from my mother for graduation." I hate the damn thing, I'd rather just toss it in the trash. It's not like she did anything for me growing up. The only reason I keep it is because it reminds me about how much better than them I really am. They're nothing.

"Your file doesn't say much about you. Mostly all I know is that Bennet wants you to talk to me because you're wanted out in the field. He's not so sure that's a good idea." Lets see what buttons I can push. It'll be fun to see how far I can, how angry I can get him.

[heartofmurder]

I get even grumpier when he says I have to stay here an hour, "Are you people really that slow? You need a whole damn hour?" It's not like I'm going to say anything anyway. If he thinks he's going to figure me out, he's got another thing coming.

I shake my head when he asks me if I see something I like, then I level my gaze at him, "That's great. Got any more delightful stories you want to share?"

I purse my lips, leaning forward to look at him and ignoring his words, "How old are you? Did you just buy that diploma online? You look like you should be out playing with puppies or something." 2 seconds off. It's so damn irritating.

[fixthepast]

"Oh, you're really not going to like this then." I smirk. "Not just one hour but one hour every day." That's going to make him uncomfortable and eventually he's going to crack and I look forward to it.

He looks at me, trying to deny but there's something on that wall that's bothering him. Good. If I can't figure it out, it'll get under his skin. "How about you share one with me?" He's going to expect all the usual things but I'm not going to ask about his family, his mom and dad, any of that. "What do you expect to do out in the field?" Lets see if that throws him a lot.

I laugh when he says I look young. Like I haven't heard any of that before. "I'm actually 30 and I've been a doctor for two years. I've done well for myself, which is how I got here." I wonder what he would think of my extra curricular activities, what my position in the field has given me.

[fixthepast]

He fumes at me and I can see him itching to rip me apart but I stay calm. He knows he can't hurt me but I can hurt him and it's eating him up. God I love this. "I am helping. I making you see that you're not always in control, no matter what you want to believe. As for lying," I shrug. "It benefits me. Keeps you here." Where I can study you even more.

I listen, halfway, as he tells me that he's an asset to this place, that they can use him. Of course they can but that doesn't mean they'll get to or that he'll like it. He tries to tell me that he's the one keeping himself here and I have to bite the inside of my cheek not to laugh. Oh, he really is full of himself, isn't he. He may have powers but that doesn't make him anything special either.

When he sits down, I know I have him, he's mine now. He knows that I have him by the balls and if he wants his freedom, he's got to play my game. He might not like it and I know he'll fight me but I will win. I'm better at this than he is.

[heartofmurder]

"You're not forming a very good rapport with your client, doctor. Or did they not teach you that in those online classes of yours." Calm, Sylar. Calm. He's not worth it. He's just a stuck up, prissy little rich kid who has a small dick and has no other way of showing off than exerting this small amount of power over people that are obviously better than him.

I just keep staring at the clock, trying to tune him out as much as possible. He thinks he's won? He wont ever win.

[fixthepast]

"Actually, I am. I've shown you that you don't intimidate me and you've shown me that you're willing to listen to reason." To a degree. He's going to be fun to play with. "Now that we've gotten past the pleasantries, just how badly do you want out there?" I glance towards the window.

Looking back at him, I wait to see if he's going to play ball or not. He keeps staring at the clock and I know there's something about it that's getting under his skin. I wish I knew what it was. I'll have to look over his file better later. I only skimmed it but now I need a better read through.

[heartofmurder]

I glance at him for a moment, wanting to laugh in his face, "If you knew everything I could do, if I gave you even a taste of it all, you'd be scared shitless. I can kill you with a single thought. You're lucky you're sitting there unharmed. Just think about that. Write it down," I throw his pad back to him, not caring where it lands.

"I want to work out in the field. I'm not pining over it if that's what you're wondering, but I'd like to get out there. I don't see the need for this ridiculous bullshit." He's watching me closely, trying to size me up and get inside my head. I move my gaze from the clock to his face, just staring at him.

[fixthepast]

No, not stupid at all but I can use him. "Angela Petrelli." I sit back. "She's over Bennet's head and if I can convince her that you're more of an asset out there than you are in here, she may override him, send you out. She's not stupid either, I have to show her progress, show her that you're useful."

If he wants this, he has to cooperate with me, give me what I need. Otherwise he's stuck in here until Bennet finally lets him out. Most likely to go after someone he thinks will kill him. He calls me out and I smirk. I never really expected him to fall for it, I just wanted to see what he'd do. Fine.

"So I see." But you will jump through them, if I set them up the right way. "Are you willing to go along with my plan then or would you rather sit at a desk pushing papers for the rest of your life?" If I get him out in the field, I can get what I want too.

[heartofmurder]

"Yeah, I've heard about Angela Petrelli. I also heard she doesn't care much about personnel as long as things are getting done her way." Kind of like everyone else in this place. I like things done my way too, so I figure I'll fit right in.

"What's your plan?" I sit back, crossing my fingers over my stomach, "I sit here and listen to you talk, since you obviously like the sound of your own voice, and you tell her how useful I am?"

[fixthepast]

"Which is why she'll listen where Bennet won't." I watch him as he sits there, so smug. I want him out in the field, I want him bringing people in, I just can't let him know that.

"My plan is for you to talk with me while you're here and I'll tell Angela what she wants to hear." Not that I want anything to do with my mother but if it gets me what I want, so much better. "But if you don't want to do that, we'll just go Bennet's way." I shrug.

[heartofmurder]

"Bennet isn't going to like that one bit." Which makes me smile. This Angela Petrelli better not treat me like Bennet does.

I can practically hear that brain of his churning, trying to come up with a plan. "Isn't Bennet's way the same? He wants me to sit here and talk to you and then you report back to him. I don't see much of a difference." But he'll talk to Angela instead.

Then I smile, remembering what Bennet said this jackasses name was, "Peter Petrelli. She's your mother! So that's why you're here!" I laugh, clasping my hands together in amusement, "I knew there was more to this than the Company being stupid when they hired you!"

[fixthepast]

He snorts and I know what's going through his head. Like I said, even if he found another one like me, I don't care. He wants the power that bad, it's fine as long as it's not my head he tries to open. "Maybe not but I'd at least like to know how you think, how you process things." If I can do that, I can get a better understanding of how he works.

"You might be surprised. I've already met quite a few specials." I smirk. "Most of them have been sent back home. I seem to remember having a file with names and addresses..." He tries to tell me that there are good people here but we both know better. There's no way anyone truly good works in this place. Look at what we do?

I can't help laughing when he says it's sad and lonely, that I think I might not deserve them. "I'm just not interested in a relationship. Do you?" I tilt my head. "Do you or did you have someone other than your mother that you loved? You don't even have to tell me who, just a yes or a no will work."

[heartofmurder]

"Good luck." As if he'd ever even begin to understand how I think. None of them ever will. They're just not smart enough and I'm never opening up to them. They'll all just use it against me. I know deep down that's what they want to do. Even him

[fixthepast]

"Alright." I say evenly but I'm pretty sure I saw a small spark behind his eyes, a flash of fire and want. He does, he's just denying himself. He really shouldn't. "I'm sorry, I just thought you'd like to talk to them, see how they're coping." See if that hunger comes back. "If you'd rather not, then just forget I mentioned it." I smile.

"Everyone like me?" I laugh. "You don't even know me Sylar, how can you say that?" He skims his fingers over my things and I just watch him, trying to understand what he's doing. His shoulders stiffen slightly and I know I've hit a nerve. He goes on to say that people are a distraction, a weakness and I feel the same way. No sense in having attachments, they never last. "People can be distractions, especially family." Not that mine ever was, they had as little to do with me as possible and that was fine by me.

[heartofmurder]

"I don't talk to people and I care how they're coping. That's not my job." I swallow hard, giving my head a small shake, "Yeah, just forget it." I wonder how many he's talked to. It doesn't fucking matter, damn it. I hate this guy.

"Everyone like you, meaning you ordinary people. You people that have nothing to strive for but your careers, relationships, a normal life," I scoff, hating the idea so much. But a part of me wants that now. I just don't know how to get it. I don't know how to combine what I used to have and I want now. I guess that was the point of this counseling crap, but I guess it's not going to work out now. "Family, friends, lovers, all of it." I turn the chair to look out the window, pushing the curtains back, "Besides, no one would even understand." Stop talking, Sylar. Just stop.

[heartofmurder]

"Maybe." I like throwing people off balance, I just don't want to have to be nice to do it. I don't want them to think I'm nice, do I? I still want them to know I could kill them if I wanted to, but I just don't want to right now. I guess that's not really going to work.

I give him a look when he tells me I have ten minutes, but then he lets up and I stand quickly, straightening out my shirt, "Okay, good. I'll... see you tomorrow then." I give him one more glance before turning and heading out the door before he can stop me or try to talk some more.

[fixthepast]

He doesn't look overly thrilled with all of this but he'll see. I'll help him with this, if he really wants but what I really care about is getting him out in the field so I can have some new playthings. It's been a while.

I watch as he gets up and straightens his shirt. Orderly, organized, maybe a bit of a control freak, wanting everything just right. That can be used to my advantage, possibly. I'll have to keep that in mind along with the clock. "Tomorrow. Try my suggestion, it can't hurt can it?" It might drive him nuts though, which is okay.

[heartofmurder]

So I try his lame ass suggestion, even though I don't want to and what does it get me? And agent getting in my face, antagonizing me till I can't fucking take it anymore and I fight back. I didn't hurt him much. Bloody lip, a few bruises here and there. I could have done worse. But of course I'm the one getting thrown back into a cell, not him.

I don't appreciate being dragged off to see the damn doctor the next day, two guards at my side. They practically push me into his office, then just stand there. "Get lost!" I growl at them, but they don't budge. As if I'm talking to the doctor with them here. I can't even look at the doctor right now, let alone talk to him. Fuck this.

[fixthepast]

I look up as the door opens and I try not to chuckle as he's forced into the room, his bodyguards standing there. I'd heard what happened but it's best I pretend I don't. "Sylar? What happened?" I glare at the men. "Out. I don't care if Bennet or whoever told you to stay in here, you're not allowed. He's my patient and you can't hear what we're talking about."

They refuse to budge though and I narrow my eyes. "I will go over your heads. Get the hell out of here right now or Bennet will be the least of your worries." I tell them in a steely voice. They look like they're about to protest and I reach for my phone before they start pissing and moaning and go to stand outside.

Making sure the door is shut, I turn back to Sylar. "I take it things didn't go well?" That's an understatement.