Heroes15; Drabble 01: Risk
Title: Descending Upwards
Author: jack_infinitude
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Heroes. If I did...well, you know.
Pairings: Peter/Sylar
Table/Prompt: Table 2/01 Risk
Word Count: 425 words.
Summary: Yokohama is nice at this time of year.
Author's Notes: Peter/Sylar, as is my claim. BTW, this is part of Peter accompanying Sylar on his World Tour.
*****
Peter was falling.
He was falling and falling, wind whipping at his face, tearing at his clothes, and he fell, fell, fell --
There! His hand flashed out, directing the psychic power into a strike that blew in a window five levels beneath him. His acute hearing, courtesy of Sylar, caught a strangled scream as someone was impaled multiple times with long, jagged shards of glass. There were also the shouts of shock and horror from the police officers that had witnessed it all.
One of them shouted something -- he didn’t know what. They had not been in Japan long enough to pick up on the language, even with their phenomenal memories.
But the meaning became clear seconds later, as he fell past the shattered window and saw all the faces looking down at him.
He smiled.
The members of the Yokohama Police Department could only look on in amazement as a man with dark hair and an amused expression gazed at them, as he gracefully fell and disappeared, right before their eyes.
*****
“I’m going to kill you,” Sylar said flatly.
This threat was somewhat flattened by the fact that he had his face buried in Peter’s neck, and was hugging him enthusiastically.
“I love you too,” Peter replied giddily. He was finally beginning to come down off his adrenaline high, and it was leaving him terribly weak. “Oh -- they’re not too happy, are they?” He looked at the media circus that had developed in front of the Landmark Tower.
“’Course they’re not happy,” Sylar replied. “You’ve just lost them a chance to see the cops beaten up by a gang of amateur terrorists.”
“I helped people,” Peter said happily, his acts finally sinking in. The knowledge of them gave him a warm glow deep in his chest that helped combat his oncoming fatigue. “I helped them! They’re alive!”
“And nearly got yourself killed in the process,” the watchmaker grumbled, fingering a bloody hole in Peter’s jacket. “And what if someone saw you? I know you jumped off the roof in the end -- that was at seventy stories up!”
“I can fly,” the younger man reminded him. “And turn invisible. Some cops saw my face, but I don’t think they’ll recognize me.”
“You’d better be right.”
“Anyway,” Peter said, trying to smooth over the sticky moment. “We should be getting back, our luggage --”
He yelped suddenly as Sylar picked him up. “I can walk, thank you!”
“You scare me half to death, and expect me to let you walk all the way to the bus stop?”
Author: jack_infinitude
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Heroes. If I did...well, you know.
Pairings: Peter/Sylar
Table/Prompt: Table 2/01 Risk
Word Count: 425 words.
Summary: Yokohama is nice at this time of year.
Author's Notes: Peter/Sylar, as is my claim. BTW, this is part of Peter accompanying Sylar on his World Tour.
*****
Peter was falling.
He was falling and falling, wind whipping at his face, tearing at his clothes, and he fell, fell, fell --
There! His hand flashed out, directing the psychic power into a strike that blew in a window five levels beneath him. His acute hearing, courtesy of Sylar, caught a strangled scream as someone was impaled multiple times with long, jagged shards of glass. There were also the shouts of shock and horror from the police officers that had witnessed it all.
One of them shouted something -- he didn’t know what. They had not been in Japan long enough to pick up on the language, even with their phenomenal memories.
But the meaning became clear seconds later, as he fell past the shattered window and saw all the faces looking down at him.
He smiled.
The members of the Yokohama Police Department could only look on in amazement as a man with dark hair and an amused expression gazed at them, as he gracefully fell and disappeared, right before their eyes.
*****
“I’m going to kill you,” Sylar said flatly.
This threat was somewhat flattened by the fact that he had his face buried in Peter’s neck, and was hugging him enthusiastically.
“I love you too,” Peter replied giddily. He was finally beginning to come down off his adrenaline high, and it was leaving him terribly weak. “Oh -- they’re not too happy, are they?” He looked at the media circus that had developed in front of the Landmark Tower.
“’Course they’re not happy,” Sylar replied. “You’ve just lost them a chance to see the cops beaten up by a gang of amateur terrorists.”
“I helped people,” Peter said happily, his acts finally sinking in. The knowledge of them gave him a warm glow deep in his chest that helped combat his oncoming fatigue. “I helped them! They’re alive!”
“And nearly got yourself killed in the process,” the watchmaker grumbled, fingering a bloody hole in Peter’s jacket. “And what if someone saw you? I know you jumped off the roof in the end -- that was at seventy stories up!”
“I can fly,” the younger man reminded him. “And turn invisible. Some cops saw my face, but I don’t think they’ll recognize me.”
“You’d better be right.”
“Anyway,” Peter said, trying to smooth over the sticky moment. “We should be getting back, our luggage --”
He yelped suddenly as Sylar picked him up. “I can walk, thank you!”
“You scare me half to death, and expect me to let you walk all the way to the bus stop?”