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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[fixthepast]

"Too big, too many rooms, too many nannies." I make a face. "I swear, the only time I saw my parents or even Nathan was during the holidays. You were right before, I never fit in with them but that's okay too. I didn't miss much." He calls me a kid for wanting to piss my mother off and I laugh again. "Yeah, well, it's one of the few things I do that she even acknowledges."

He tells me he likes my bed and I grin. "Thanks, I do too. We can get you one like it, if that's what you want. Or something else." I watch him as he tries to decide what to eat and then finally taps the spaghetti. "Good choice." I dump it on to a plate and put it in the microwave. "I did, actually. At least the sauce. Home made, my own recipe. You'll have to tell me what you think." The timer goes off and I take out the plate and set it on the table, grabbing him a fork.

[heartofmurder]

I wonder why I turned out the way I did when my mom was always around. He turned out the way he is cause his never was. Maybe it was cause of my dad leaving? He never talks about his dad. I wonder why that is. I want to ask, but I already forget a second later.

I give him a shrug about the bed. I'm not sure what I want to do. I should decide that when I'm sober because now, everything involving him sounds good. "I cook every once in a while, but nothing fancy. My mother used to make her own sauce too. I can't wait to try yours." Fucking hell, Sylar, could you sound more pathetic and eager? Gabriel.

I take the fork and dig right in, slurping up a noodle, then covering my mouth as I laugh. "Oh man, this is really good! You're good at this," I push at his shoulder playfully, then go back to eating. "This is great. This is such a good night," I say softly, mostly to myself and not even really realizing that I'm talking.

[fixthepast]

"I had the cooks teach me because I wanted to be able to cook once I moved out of the house. I didn't want to live off of take-out." I chuckle. That would drive me insane. "If you remember her recipe, you might have to show it to me sometime, I'd be curious to try it." Grinning when he says he can't wait to taste mine, I pour myself a cup of coffee and sit down to drink it while he eats.

"Thank you, I try. It tasted like it was still missing something but I couldn't figure out what. Maybe you can tell me." I'm pretty sure I know what, I just want to see if he can figure it out. He pushes at my shoulder and I laugh lightly. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself Sylar, you deserve to. And I'm glad that I could give it to you. You've made my night better too." He really has.

[heartofmurder]

"That's good. At least you cared enough to learn." They had cooks too? Jesus, they're so rich. He was probably like one of the kids at school that used to beat me up when I was younger. Rich, stuck up. I remember thinking that about him, but not anymore. "I think I can remember her recipe. Maybe... maybe you can come over for dinner sometime too and I can cook for you." Oh fuck, did I just invite him over? Fuck

[heartofmurder]

"Whatever," I grumble, knowing I'm better off with coffee right now anyway. Next time. He still wants me to come over next time? That's not happening. He made me lose control like this and I'm not going to keep putting myself in a situation where that could happen

[fixthepast]

The looks I'm getting from him would make any normal person quake in their shoes but not me. He can be as mad at me as he wants but we both know he won't hurt me, not really. "I'll take the blame, I don't mind." It's not like Bennet can do anything to me and I can keep him out of a cell

[heartofmurder]

"No, nothing will change my mind. Not you, not anyone. So don't think you can manipulate me." That's what he was doing. It had to be. There's no way he would actually stand by everything he said to be last night. He just wanted to open me up and see how I'd react.

But then he says his offers still stand and it makes me look up at him, trying to hide my confusion. Is he really just as lonely as I am? Does he actually want my company? "I don't need your charity. I don;t fucking need anything from you." I need to just get up and go. I need to not be thrilled that he still wants me over for dinner. "I'm not your friend and I'm most certainly not one of your experiments. Go fuck someone else up." I grind out, grabbing the cup of coffee and standing up.

I just want to go home and curl up in bed, deal with this hangover by myself. I head back toward the bedroom, trying not to be sick and looking for my clothes so I can get the hell out of here.

[fixthepast]

"I'm not manipulating you Sylar." Maybe I was at first but not anymore. He is right about one thing, everyone needs someone in their life. For me, he fits the bill. He's like me in so many ways, I'd be stupid not to include. I can see a flicker of confusion on his face when I tell him my offers still stand and then he gets angry again.

"Then don't accept it." I sip at my coffee. "But it's there if you change your mind." He gets even more angry, telling me that he's not my friend and to do my experiments on someone else. I keep calm as he stands up. It won't do any good to get pissed off back, he just needs to get this out, make himself less vulnerable. He heads off down the hall and I sigh softly. I'd hoped things would've gone better.

Drinking the last of my coffee, I rinse out the cup and head towards my room, pausing in front of his door. "I believe your shoes are under the bed and your shirt is on the dresser. As for your pants, I have no idea."

[fixthepast]

"Then that works out good." He tells my my drinks are warm and I look at him. He sounds pissy about it but I just ignore him, let him get upset. It's not that big of a deal and I was just teasing him lightly to begin with. He really needs not to be so serious.

I watch as he opens the wine and then pour myself some with a smile. "Good. Not many people can pick out wines, it's good to know that you can. Maybe I'll have you pick it out from now on." I'm not trying to start a fight, I just wanted him to know that I was a bit impressed. The smell coming from the oven makes me even more hungry and I check it again.

"Done." Grabbing my oven mitts, I open the fridge and take out the lasagna, double checking. Yep, good. I lay the bread on another pan and stick it in the oven to toast it up and melt the butter. "Just needs to cool and the bread to get done and we can eat." I grin at him, sipping at my wine some more.

[heartofmurder]

I'm not sure whether he's mocking me or complimenting me and I hate that. "I know which wines go with which foods. Not too hard to figure it out." Oh yes, Sylar, make yourself seem like even more of a drinker.

The food smells amazing, but not ask amazing as when he opens the oven, pulling out the lasagna. "It smells really good. Looks good, too." I can't help but saying. "I can probably cook this all in seconds." I dip my finger in the cheese, cooling it just enough so it doesn't burn me, then taste it. "I think it's cool though now."

[fixthepast]

"I suppose you would find it easier. My mother had to practically beat it into my head." I remember those damn lessons. 'No Peter, the white doesn't go with that, the red goes with this. You can't drink Merlot with that.' and so on. Probably the only thing the bitch did teach me.

I glance at him when he says it looks good, bragging that he can cook it in minutes. He probably could but that defeats the purpose. I like cooking because it takes time, it's almost relaxing for me because I have to focus on the ingredients and putting them together just right. He dips his finger in, cooling it so he doesn't burn his finger and I almost slap his hand away. That would've been a mistake.

"Hey now, be patient." The bread smells done and I take that out of the oven too, setting it aside to cool a bit, turning off the oven. "Would you mind setting the table then? Dishes are to your right, silverware in the drawer next to the fridge." I find a knife to cut the lasagna.

[heartofmurder]

"Well. that's the kind of person your mother was. These things were important to her." Not to me. Not to my family.

I let out a snort when he tells me to be patient. "I'm not a very patient person. Or haven't you noticed." But I wait. I let him pull the bread out, then I even listen as he tells me to set the table. I only use a touch of tk to grab the utensils at the same time as the plates, then set them all at the table. I'm not a show off. I just really want his lasagna.

[fixthepast]

He keeps telling me that you can't screw up lasagna and I'm getting a bit pissed. I know that but he doesn't have to keep shoving my nose into it either. Then he tells me that mine was good, just not as good as his mother's and I relax and chuckle. "No one's is as good as mom's." Except maybe my mother's since she never cooked

[heartofmurder]

I give him a small smile, "Yeah, my mother used to cook up a storm before my dad..." I stop myself, clearing my throat and eating another piece of fruit. I wont talk about it. Not even with him. Not yet, anyway.

He looks upset that agents are bothering me and that actually feels good. It almost feels like he cares and... yeah, he probably does. "Well if they think they can bully me around, the have another thing coming," I grumble, "Of course I'm better than them." I wonder which specials I actually will tell him about and which ones I'll just keep to myself. As much as I may... like him, I still don't want him stronger than me.

I let out a snort, "I don't make mistakes and I'm never tired." Except the other day when I was hung over. He asks me where I go to study people and I look away, until he mentions the park, "I go to the park too. People think they're more alone there and they act like they naturally would. The mall... is too busy. People act stupid there, senseless." I hate places like that.

[fixthepast]

When he cuts himself off, I can fill in the rest. His father left him, probably when he was still pretty young. It would explain a lot of things, really, especially the insecurity, the need to be more than. He gets grouchy about the agents bullying him and I nod. "Show them that they can't mess with you, they'll respect you before long." Or fear you. What's the difference

[heartofmurder]

"They should already respect me. They know what I can do. Maybe I have to teach them a lesson. Do something that they can't blame on me, but that they'll know was me." Huh, maybe I can think of something. Maybe he can help me. He doesn't seem to mind when I talk down about them

[heartofmurder]

I stand up, following him into the den. I remember him showing me all the rooms before, but I'm glad I get to see them sober now. I let out a soft chuckle when he says backgammon is tricky to master, "We'll see about that." I guess he still doesn't really know what my ability is. Mastering things like this is what I do best.

Things are falling back into rhythm and I like it. I shouldn't have gotten so upset before. "So... what kind of music do you usually listen to, besides classical? Or is that it?" I like classical. It's very soothing and the notes... it's like a puzzle fitting together. I sit down, looking at the board and trying to figure it out.

[fixthepast]

Shrugging, I let him sit down at the table, looking the board over. "Guess I will see." I smile at him, flipping through my cd's. "Usually classical, sometimes the blues. Once in awhile jazz but not often. I have to be in the right mood for jazz." I find a nice r&b cd and put it in. Classical would be nice but we need something a bit more upbeat.

I sit down across from him, sipping my wine. "The basic idea of the game is to get all your pieces to your home. This is my home," I point. "And this is yours." I go through the rules, showing him how the pieces can move, how they get sent to the bar and so on, how doubles work. "Got it all then?" I grin, sitting back. "You can go first, since you're the guest."

I'm pretty sure he's going to kick my ass once he's got the hang of this but it'll still be worth it. I haven't had a challenging game in...shit, months, maybe even a year. It'll be good to actually have to think.

[heartofmurder]

"Jazz is nice. I like jazz. I like picking it apart." He puts in a nice r&b cd and I settle back against the couch, letting myself relax a bit. This is okay. I don't have to be so on guard. This is what I wanted, someone to just spend time like this with. He wants to spend time with me.

I listen as he explains the game, my eyes following his fingers, "Yeah, I've got it." And I'm figuring out every single way I can move so I can beat him. It's almost too easy, but it'll be interesting to see what he does.

I move my first piece. "I used to be in the chess club when I was younger." Oh great. First I tell him I don't want to talk about who I was and now I'm the one bringing it up. I feel like he'd be okay with that, though and not make fun of me for it.

[fixthepast]

"You're supposed to enjoy it, not pick it apart." I grin at him, watching as he moves. He's watching the board so intently but I'm watching him just as intently. He loves this kind of thing, figure out all the moves. Being Sylar, collecting powers, that's a game to him and he needs to always be one step ahead.

"You did?" I glance up as I move. "I wanted to be on the Knowledge Bowl team but my mother thought debate and swimming would be a better use of my time. I hated debate though I did enjoy swimming." I smirk. "I lost quite a few races on purpose, just to piss her off. A lot of debates too. Debate was Nathan's thing, not mine. I always enjoyed learning things more." I can see already he's going to kick my ass, even in this first game.