Heroes. Peter scar!fic.
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actionreactionWelp. I have been writing fic for Christmas. So there'll be postage here, day by day.
First off I wanna post the Heroes fic for Micki, then Ai's 12 [+1] Days of Xmas.
Everything could all be summed up in one word: Sylar. Sylar was the reason so many of the people Chandra Suresh, and now Mohinder, were looking for were dead. Sylar was the reason Hiro, Isaac, and Peter, why they all knew the almost-mantra Save the cheerleader, save the world.
Well. The cheerleader had been saved. Peter almost died saving her, but thanks to his ability to mimic others’ powers, he healed. Miraculously. Claire had been saved.
What of the world?
Sylar.
Sylar was also the reason Peter was the way he was now. Why he looked the way he did now. Why he had that scar.
You look different without the scar, Hiro Nakamura had told Peter that shortly after the latter met Mohinder Suresh. Hiro Nakamura had come from the future to tell Peter to save the cheerleader. And he had, but after that started to die down, he focused on the other things the time-traveler had said. Like his scar. Peter ran his fingers over the healing raised skin of the scar, as if reminding himself how he got it. As if he could ever forget.
Mohinder was the one who told him about Sylar. He was someone Chandra, Mohinder’s father had known. Mohinder was slowly coming to realize Sylar was somehow deeply involved in his father’s research; there was some connection.
But they couldn’t focus on that right now. Not when Mohinder had found the core of his father’s research, the lists of names of all those who had some special ability. Not when more and more of those names were coming up ‘deceased.’
Peter wondered how long it would have taken him to figure anything out if Sylar hadn’t gone after Nathan. A public figure with a private ability, one he refused to discuss, even with his own brother. Peter wouldn’t have known what the man with the thick glasses wanted, had he not – for the second time – gotten the wrong person. Peter had time to turn around as the blood started dripping down his face, had time to recognize the same man that had attacked Claire, had killed that other cheerleader…
And then something odd happened. Peter had borrowed powers before. Nathan’s. Isaac’s. Claire’s. Even Matt’s. But there was only one power in each of them to borrow. Now, so many things flooded into him, and Peter felt a swell, a rush of power. Powers. Telepathy. Telekinesis. Freezing. Burning. Even his memory seemed heightened suddenly, and he could remember small incredible details that seemed impossible. They each came with a kind of flavor, an imprint that seemed as though they’d once belonged to someone else. Mouth open, wide-eyed, Peter watched as the other man started to bleed, blood pattern mimicking his own.
And for the second time they fell together, in a bloody heap on the floor, briefly taken by sweet unconsciousness. For the second time, Peter awoke, covered in his own blood, but this time there was no Claire, and he could not remember how to close his wounds. This time he woke up in the hospital, Nathan by his side, his head wrapped tight in white bandages.
But this time, Peter knew, and he remembered.
Sylar.
First off I wanna post the Heroes fic for Micki, then Ai's 12 [+1] Days of Xmas.
Everything could all be summed up in one word: Sylar. Sylar was the reason so many of the people Chandra Suresh, and now Mohinder, were looking for were dead. Sylar was the reason Hiro, Isaac, and Peter, why they all knew the almost-mantra Save the cheerleader, save the world.
Well. The cheerleader had been saved. Peter almost died saving her, but thanks to his ability to mimic others’ powers, he healed. Miraculously. Claire had been saved.
What of the world?
Sylar.
Sylar was also the reason Peter was the way he was now. Why he looked the way he did now. Why he had that scar.
You look different without the scar, Hiro Nakamura had told Peter that shortly after the latter met Mohinder Suresh. Hiro Nakamura had come from the future to tell Peter to save the cheerleader. And he had, but after that started to die down, he focused on the other things the time-traveler had said. Like his scar. Peter ran his fingers over the healing raised skin of the scar, as if reminding himself how he got it. As if he could ever forget.
Mohinder was the one who told him about Sylar. He was someone Chandra, Mohinder’s father had known. Mohinder was slowly coming to realize Sylar was somehow deeply involved in his father’s research; there was some connection.
But they couldn’t focus on that right now. Not when Mohinder had found the core of his father’s research, the lists of names of all those who had some special ability. Not when more and more of those names were coming up ‘deceased.’
Peter wondered how long it would have taken him to figure anything out if Sylar hadn’t gone after Nathan. A public figure with a private ability, one he refused to discuss, even with his own brother. Peter wouldn’t have known what the man with the thick glasses wanted, had he not – for the second time – gotten the wrong person. Peter had time to turn around as the blood started dripping down his face, had time to recognize the same man that had attacked Claire, had killed that other cheerleader…
And then something odd happened. Peter had borrowed powers before. Nathan’s. Isaac’s. Claire’s. Even Matt’s. But there was only one power in each of them to borrow. Now, so many things flooded into him, and Peter felt a swell, a rush of power. Powers. Telepathy. Telekinesis. Freezing. Burning. Even his memory seemed heightened suddenly, and he could remember small incredible details that seemed impossible. They each came with a kind of flavor, an imprint that seemed as though they’d once belonged to someone else. Mouth open, wide-eyed, Peter watched as the other man started to bleed, blood pattern mimicking his own.
And for the second time they fell together, in a bloody heap on the floor, briefly taken by sweet unconsciousness. For the second time, Peter awoke, covered in his own blood, but this time there was no Claire, and he could not remember how to close his wounds. This time he woke up in the hospital, Nathan by his side, his head wrapped tight in white bandages.
But this time, Peter knew, and he remembered.
Sylar.