#i honestly don't know whether to tag this with the tag woop doop

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uh uh uh hi i wrote something?? inspired by this post by @whumping-whumpees (thanks for letting me semi-rant to you about this btw lol very much appreciated)

fandom: heroes (nbc)

characters: peter mostly but also sylar cuz ya know

idk if i’m supposed to put anything else here but have the word count anyway: 385

adding a read more because why not

He remembered this scene. The figuring it out, losing control completely. It was familiar and not at all friendly.

Sparks of electricity were flying from Peter’s hands to his arms, only to heal right away. His legs kept disappearing, his feet hovering off the ground every few seconds before dropping again.

He barely remembered what having so many abilities at once felt like. It was supposed to feel secure, safe, comforting that he could keep so much power under control. But now it felt dangerous, unstable, explosive. This wasn’t right. It wasn’t right.

He jerked back when the heavy door slammed. Right. Hesam had went inside after finding Peter to get help.

“Peter?”

His head snapped to the side to look at Sylar. “No! Nonono, stay away from me, Sylar. I don’t-- I don’t know what happened. I’ll hurt you! Stay away, Sylar, please!” He slowly backed up as Sylar advanced just as slowly.

“Peter,” Sylar said gently, “it’s okay. I can’t get hurt, remember? Just. Calm down, Peter. It’s going to be okay.”

“No! No, Sylar! I don’t-- I can’t-- I don’t know how to control it! I can’t control it! I don’t want anyone to get hurt. I don’t, I don’t...” He broke off in a sob and brought his hands up to grab his hair in a tight hold.

Claude. He would’ve known what to do. Right? But. But he wasn’t here. And Peter didn’t. He didn’t. He didn’t know what to do. God, what was he supposed to do?!

“Peter!” Sylar snapped. Peter’s eyes shot back to him. “Peter, you need to calm down. Breathe, okay? Just breathe.” There was a light reflecting from his eyes. That was when Peter realized he was glowing. “This has happened, before, right? You losing control like this. You got through that, and you can get through this. I know you can, Peter.”

Peter tried to breathe. Memories of an orange structure flooded his mind. Memories of a fountain. Of the night sky. Falling.

He could feel the radiation as he made eye contact with a panicked Sylar. “I’m sorry,” he gritted out.

He felt himself ripping apart from the inside as he was lifted off his feet and slammed into the wall. The glow faded and everything went black.

Yeah, he remembered this scene.