peter (ex_copies701) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2011-11-08 16:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, number one, peter petrelli, sylar |
WHO: Peter, Sylar, Number One
WHAT: Timeline Spoilers
WHERE: Abigail Winters' Manor
WHEN: Nov. 08, Afternoon
RATING: G
Seems Niki wasn't the only one with a time lapse. Peter himself couldn't fathom why he had been helping Sylar out by the year twenty-ten, let alone why Sylar had given up those particular traits that made him the feared shadow of the cheerleader and Peter's only true rival, but with the former killer there in the flesh, it seemed the perfect time to find out why. All attempts to leave hadn't worked, so it wasn't like he was able to figure it out on his own; this was the best and only option when it came to getting caught up and, quite frankly, not trying to floor Sylar as soon as Peter had realized he was in Red Oak.
With a room of his own at the manor, it wasn't like he was out of place in the main lobby where he thought the likely place to catch Sylar, newspaper in hand since it was a way to bide the time. There was no reason to be invisible although he did keep his guard up... aside from, of course, the telepathy that he had garnished from Matthew Parkman. Keeping true to his side of the bargain in lieu of Sylar's supposed change of heart, it wasn't something he was going to make use of; not when it came to figuring out what the hell was going on and why, out of all people, Peter himself would be helping the very person that tried to not only kill him and his niece, but succeeded in doing it to a number of others.
And Niki -- God, she wasn't going to be happy about this. With her pull their mutual timeline significantly earlier from all he could piece together, just before the blast at Kirby Plaza, Sylar was still a villain. Sylar was still running around offing people, and while Peter could accept the fact they were all still stuck in the same confusing situation, he wasn't sure how well she would take it... when he finally did tell her; if he did decide to tell her.
"Where are you?" He muttered, glancing to his watch for a quick second before folding up the paper, no longer quelling his anxiousness of the moment. After all, he really couldn't be sure an unexpected pop-top wasn't in his future (not that Claire's ability would allow it).