Sylar Short Stories - Saying I Don't: Parts 3 - 7

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Sylar: yes, dear?

Me: What did you say?

Sylar: Do you prefer something else? Like honey?

Me: No. I have an idea, let’s not get married!

Sylar: Yeah, instead of getting married ...

Me: (Starting to smile at the idea of not getting married)

Sylar: Let’s elope! It’s so much quicker!

Me: What. -_-

Sylar: (Smiles) Be right back (Teleports out)

Me: (Feeling faint, talking to myself) Okay, breathe in, breathe out. (takes out phone, looking through contact list) Claire? No. Peter? No. They’re all too ... weird right now to talk to.

Sylar: (Teleports back) I’M BACK! Miss me?

Me: (softly groans, fake smile) Where have you been?

Sylar: Getting you this (takes out a box, opens it, a diamond ring sparkles through).

Me: (A bit distracted) uh ... I feel like (a little woozy, but still in a state of awe)

Sylar: Here (takes out a bottle of water) have some water.

(...)

Me: (Waking up, sigh of relief) oh thank God, it was all a dream. (opens eyes, looking around the room) where am I?

Sylar: (Bringing in a tray with food) Good morning!

Me: (looks down at hand, diamond ring on ring finger) OH MY ... (looks around room) OH MY ... (slams head back into pillows) this is a nightmare.

Sylar: Remember yesterday? It was the day we both said our “I Do’s.”

Me: (rubs eyes) No, I don’t remember.

Sylar: Well here are the pictures! (Shows me the pictures. Some of me really excited, a couple of Sylar putting the ring on my finger, pictures of me signing the marriage certificate and finally a kiss.)

Me: (I look at a picture of myself in a gorgeous wedding dress) where did this dress come from?

Sylar: You picked it out remember? At Kleinfelds? You said you wanted something sleek, and something with a modern-vintagey feel. It was quite the dress.

Me: That does sound like something I would say. (The wedding dress hanging in front of the closet catches my eyes, continues staring)

Sylar: Well we have lots to do today Mrs. Sylar, have to tell our friends we got married. (kisses my forehead, teleports somewhere)

Me: (snaps out of staring at the dress) OH MY GOD...I’M MARRIED.

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Me: (Talking to myself in the park I’d always go to) Okay, so I have to tell him that this marriage won’t work. We need to get divorced.

Sylar: (talking to Peter and Claire) so guess what?

Me: (Sees all three of them. Hides behind a tree, listening to them secretly)

Sylar: She totally believes we’re married. She saw the fake photos of us and freaked. This is actually really mean, but probably the funniest practical joke ever. How did you even think of this Peter?

Peter: It just came to me.

Claire: (Crossing her arms) I can’t believe I’m going along with this. I can’t believe YOU (Looks at Sylar) are going along with this. I mean, just because she accidently spilled milkshake over you, Peter, doesn’t mean you have to be so immature about it.

Peter: (in a whiny, child like voice) It wasn’t an accident!

Me: (Teleports back to the bedroom) WHAT THE...

Sylar: (teleports back) Hey honey.

Me: (Thinking about freezing time...everything stops moving. I begin talking to myself.) What should I do? (Walks around a frozen Sylar) Fine. You want a wife? I’ll give you a wife. (Goes back to original spot, thinks about unfreezing time) hi sweetie. Where have you been? I missed you (pouts)

Sylar: (taken aback by what I said) uh...

Me: (Hugs him) and when’s the honeymoon? I hope we go somewhere warm. 

Sylar: (sits down on the bed in confusion)

Me: (Sits beside him, holds his hand) So ... (places my head on his shoulder) how’d you sleep last night?

Sylar: (still confused) fine.

Me: I had a great dream. I dreamed that PETER PUT YOU UP TO MAKING ME BELIEVE WE WERE ACTUALLY MARRIED.

Sylar: Oh my gosh. You were there listening. Weren’t you?

Me: (Let’s go of his hand, stands up) WELL DUH.

  

Sylar: (sighs really hard) THANK YOU. Now we don’t have to play this charade anymore. Now that you know, I can tell Peter that it’s all off.

Me: (Grabs his arm, preventing him from leaving) No, wait. I have a better idea.

Sylar: (Sighs) I know what you’re thinking, I can read your mind you know. So fine, we’ll do that then.

Me: (Smiles) YAY! (hugs him) BEST FAKE HUSBAND EVER! (He smiles)

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Sylar: (sees Claire and Peter, softly nudges me, he takes my hand) yes, sweetie?

(Claire and Peter perk up)

Me: Do you see who I see?

Sylar: Of course! It’s Claire and...

Me: Peter!

(Claire and Peter turn around)

Me: hey guys! Guess what? Sylar and I are now happily...

Sylar: MARRIED!

Peter: (Eyes widen) Well ... that’s... great news!

Me: Claire, I’ll always be eternally grateful to you for telling me to propose to him. Best idea...

Sylar: Ever!

Claire: (Looks elsewhere) and you guys finish each other’s sentences.  

Me: So guess what?

Peter: What?

Me: Sylar and I were thinking that when we have kids (Peter and Claire’s jaws lightly drop) that you would be their godparents? (their jaws drop a little more)

Sylar: (smiles) please?

Claire: Sure...

Nicole: (super excited) yay! (smiles at Sylar)

Sylar: This is really exciting (all of a sudden, kisses me)

Peter: OKAY I GIVE UP. NICOLE, YOU ARE NOT MARRIED TO HIM. YOU CANNOT HAVE HIS KIDS. YOU WERE MISERABLE AT THE THOUGHT OF MARRYING HIM

Me: (Melts inside from the kiss, hides a smile, still playing the charade) oh, I suppose I was just hiding my excitement. I’m so glad I’m married to the most wonderful man.

Peter: NO YOU ARE NOT. THIS IS JUST A PRACTICAL JOKE. SYLAR. TELL HER.

Sylar: But we are married Peter. You saw the pictures and everything.

Claire: (jaw is now fully dropped)

Peter: THE FAKE PICTURES!

Sylar: (Looks at his watch) Hon, we have to get going. Peter, Claire, we’ll see you in a few days after the honeymoon.

Peter and Claire: HONEYMOON?!

Me: Bye! (Sylar and I secretly teleport behind a secluded area, listening to Claire and Peter)

Peter: Claire. This is bad.

Claire: They’re going on their honeymoon, they’re having kids. I have to sit down (sits on a bench) It has to be a joke.

Peter: It can’t be. Did you see that kiss? Only people who are truly in love kiss like that.

Claire: what do we do?

Peter: Kill their marriage.

Claire: how?

Peter: Kill Nicole?

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Peter: I’M JOKING.

Claire: Okay, that actually sounded like you were going to go through with killing Nicole just so that their marriage would end.

Peter: What should we do?

(Sylar and I are still in a secluded area listening to Claire and Peter)

Sylar: They’re going to try to break us up.

Me: of course. We should probably go, just in case they start looking for us.

Sylar: Where do you want to go?

Me: Hmm... anywhere that’s warm, private, but has lots of space.

(meanwhile ...)

Peter: We could get them to fight a lot?

Claire: Nah. They won’t fight. We could get them to cheat on each other?

Peter: Nicole cheating on Sylar? Don’t make me laugh (crosses his arms)

Claire: Let’s just go and find them, and convince them that this isn’t right.

Peter: Okay, fine. (holds Claire’s arm, teleports out)

(Later that day ... )

Me: Having super powers is great. (Looking at the newly “built” mansion on the “island”)

Sylar: It sure is. Who knew we could create land, huh?

Me: And the mansion too, which took us less than 10 minutes to create. Why did we spend 9 minutes arguing over the design anyways?

Sylar: You like vintage. I like modern.

Me: No ... I like modern AND vintage. GOSH. You just don’t listen, do you?

Sylar: (sighs) here we go ...

Me: (laughs) we’re a great fake married couple, aren’t we?

Sylar: We sure are. Let’s go in.

Me: Wait. (Snaps, does a quick change into a swimsuit, cover up, and sandals) that’s more like it. I can’t stand this heat in jeans.

Sylar: Good idea (snaps his fingers, changes into board shorts and a t-shirt that says “just married”) Let’s go!

(A couple minutes pass by, the phone rings)

Sylar: (Picks up the phone) Hello?

Peter: (on the other line) Sylar? Where are you? I need to see you urgently.

Sylar: I’m on my honeymoon (smiles at me), Peter.

Peter: It’s really urgent

Sylar: Fine. I’m on a little island I made for my wife, come and teleport in. (hangs up) They’re coming.

Me: Time to be disgustingly in love.

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Sylar: (speaks loud enough for Peter and Claire to hear) Yes, sweetie? (appears in a “just married” robe)

Me: Peter and Claire are here, dear.

Sylar: So what was so urgent that you needed to come here? (puts his arm around me)

Peter: Claire and I made a huge mistake.

Me: What kind of mistake?

Claire: For daring you to marry Sylar and for actually kind of making you freak out about the whole thing. We’re absolutely sorry about it. (jabs Peter in the arm)

Peter: Truly, truly, sorry. You guys are not meant to be together.

Me: (takes Peter and Claire’s hands) apology accepted... but we’re not getting a divorce!

Peter:  OH. MY. GOSH. THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING. CLAIRE HELP ME WITH THIS.

Claire: (rubbing her forehead) Peter’s right.

Peter: THIS IS FAKE. THIS MARRIAGE IS FAKE. EVERYTHING THAT HAS COME BETWEEN YOU OVER THE PAST COUPLE OF DAYS HAS BEEN ...

Me: (stops both of them) Peter, Claire, we’re not getting a divorce (Peter attempts to say something) because you’re right! We don’t need a divorce when we never got married in the first place.

Peter: (calms down, looks at me, then at Sylar, and then back at me) wait. What? (looks at Sylar) she knew? (Sylar nods) WHAT?!

Me: (shrugs and smirks at Peter and Claire) you guys actually thought I would get married to Sylar? You guys actually thought that I might have kids with Sylar?

Claire: well, yeah. I mean, we saw the way he kissed you. We swear we thought that he was in love with you.

Sylar: uh ... (smirks) I must be a better actor than I thought.

Me: (takes off the wedding ring, gives it to Sylar) here, I won’t need this anymore.

Sylar: Okay. (takes ring, gets on one knee, takes my hand) Nicole, from the first day that we met, I knew that we’d have a really amazing relationship ...

Me: (eyes widen) uh ... what are you doing?

Sylar: (continues in spite of the looks of shock coming from Peter, Claire, and me) we have blossomed into this beautiful relationship that I don’t dare to ever leave. From this moment on, I promise to love you for eternity, and with the powers we have, I literally mean eternity. Nicole, will you marry me?

Me: Uh ... (looks at Sylar, Peter, and Claire) no...

Sylar: (looks at me for a few seconds) Good. (stands up, holds the ring, nonchalantly changes the subject) anyone want a margarita?

Me: (breathes a sigh of relief) holy. Don’t scare me like that ever again. (Claire walks beside me as we enter the house together, leaving Sylar and Peter alone outside)

Peter: Wow. What a proposal. You didn’t mean it, right?

Sylar: (looks at the ring, smiles) sure.

The End. 

Sylar Short Stories - Saying I Don't: Parts 1 and 2, December 21, 22

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Sylar: What’s all this? (Looks around the pier, sees a table set with a candle-light dinner and a violin player playing a romantic song. Sits down in front of me)

Me: Hey. How are you doing?

Sylar: I’m very well, but what’s the occasion (looks around again and back to me)

Me: Well, um... (takes out a small box, opens it with a man’s wedding ring inside) will you, Gabriel “Sylar” Gray, marry me?

Sylar: (seriously) are you serious?

Me: (Place hand on chest, looks at him adoringly) I give you my undying word.

Sylar: (looking confused then smiles) then yes, I will marry you.

Me: (violin player abruptly stops) WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

(Earlier that day, at Claire’s house)

Me: Okay, I’ll pick “dare”

Claire: I dare you ... to ... propose to someone.

Me: Okay. Claire, will you marry me? (bats eyes at her)

Claire: ACTUALLY! I dare you to propose to Sylar!

Me: WHAT?! NO! That’s so weird!

Claire: It’s a dare! C’mon! Are you chicken? (makes chicken noises)

Me: No, of course I’m not chicken.

Claire: Then do it! But you have to make it super lavish so that he’ll totally believe that you’re actually proposing.

Me: What if he says yes?

Claire: (laughs) he’s not going to say yes. You’re so young and he’s ... well... (I look at her with an eyebrow raised) older. Trust me, he’s not going to even consider it. He’ll say no in a second.

(Back to the proposal scene)

Me: What do you mean by yes?

Sylar: As in I’m agreeing to your marriage proposal.

Me: (Eyes wide) WHY?!

Sylar: Because you asked!

Me: BUT I DIDN’T MEAN IT!

Sylar: Seems perfectly real to me. When do you want to start planning the wedding? I have some great suggestions. I’m thinking that we should maybe have the wedding in a couple months from now. Do you think we should have a themed...

Me: (Looking at him straight in the eye) we’re not getting married.

Sylar: Why not?

Me: Because I don’t love you.

Sylar: Well that’s just a small part of marriage. Seeing as we’ll never stop being in each other lives, why not just make it official!

Me: BECAUSE THAT’S NOT WHAT MARRIAGE IS ABOUT.

Sylar: Too bad. In a couple of months, you’re going to be my wife. You gave me your word.

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Me: NO! We’re not getting married.

Sylar: (seriously) Yes, we are.

Me: (Looks at Sylar for a while) Hold on a minute. (Teleports to Claire) IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE TO YOU?

Claire: Woah. What are you talking about?

Me: HE SAID YES.

Claire: Who said yes?

Me: Sylar accepted my proposal.

Claire: (laughs) you’re not serious.

Me: (serious face) We’re getting married in a few months. We might have a themed wedding.

Claire: (Stops laughing) Uh oh. This is not good.

Me: (panicking) You think? This is a disaster. He’s going to marry me out of love, but just ... companionship!

Claire: Wait a minute ... let’s go so Peter. (holds my shoulder and we teleport to Peter) Peter! Did you tell Sylar what we were planning to do?

Me: (Looks at Claire) Wait, you told him?

Claire: (Softly) It slipped out. Sorry. (Looking back at Peter) Well?

Peter: NO! Of course not. It’s such a stupid idea, there would be no point in telling Sylar. (Drinks his water)

Claire: Well guess what? Sylar said yes to her proposal.

Peter: (spits his water out) WHAT?! He said yes?! (wipes his mouth, looks at me) does he love you?

Me: No! He said that he wants to marry me only because we’ll never stop seeing each other. Oh, this is a nightmare. (facepalm)

Claire: Moving in together would be much easier than getting married.

Me: That’s just ... no. Not a good idea.

Peter: But it makes sense.

Me: NO! What’s wrong with you guys! I’m not getting married to him, and I’m not moving in with him either!

Claire: (grabs a drink of water) better than nothing.

Me: I think I should go back to my dinner with Sylar. Or maybe, jump off a cliff.

Claire: Well ... you do have a power to heal yourself.

Me: Think of something?

Peter: ENGAGEMENT PARTY!

(Peter and Claire look at each other with delight)

Me: Alright, jumping off a cliff it is.

Sylar Short Stories Special Edition: Parts 12-15, November 6, 8, 15

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Peter: It’s your turn. You have to kiss her on the forehead while Mohinder shocks her for the 10th time.

(Sylar and Mohinder carefully manoeuvre themselves over my dead body)

Sylar: (Looks at Mohinder, leans in to kiss forehead)

Mohinder: charging. Clear. (10th shock)

Me: (sharp gasp, looks around at confused Sylar and Mohinder, and a satisfied Peter. All signs of mutations disappeared) good work. (Spots the glowing syringe) Peter (points at the syringe) it’s glowing again.

Peter: (takes it, covers it with a cloth) what should we do with it?

(Mohinder and Sylar stare at Peter and I)

Me: Well we can’t just throw it away. Then again, we could just ... light it on fire again?

Peter: too risky. The chemical exposure might not be the same as last time.

Me: So then what should we do with it? (Peter gives me the syringe, starts glowing through the cloth) I mean ... Mohinder (he comes forwards), what do you sugge... (syringe explodes, sending all of us flying in the lab)

(a couple minutes later...)

Me: (groans) not again. (sits up, looks around, sees Sylar and Mohinder, but no sign of Peter) Peter? PETER?

Peter: (groans) up here. (hanging from the ceiling) Go and check if Mohinder and Sylar are alright. I think I can get down from here.

Me: (walks towards them, reaches hand out, but there isn’t an arm to reach out) Peter? Do you see where my arm is?

Peter: Uh ... it’s over there... in the sink.

Me: (walks towards sink, grabs my arm, sticks it back on the joint, it heals itself) so yeah ... I have powers. Again.

Peter: Yeah (struggling to get down) seems like the word “again” is popping up everywhere.

Me: (walks over to Sylar, rubs his back) Sylar? (he groans, Peter manages to free himself and he falls face first to the floor) Are you alright Peter?

Peter: (gets up, rubs his face) yeah. I see Mohinder over there (points towards one corner of the lab)

Me: (Looks over to where Peter is pointing) but ... he’s over here (Points to another corner of the lab)

(Peter and I realize what’s happened, we run to Mohinder’s body parts)

Mohinder: Guys? Where’s the rest of my body?

Me: Oh thank God, he has powers.

Peter: (holds Mohinders legs) I’m coming with your legs.

Me: (spots Mohinder’s torso and head, brings him his arms) are you alright? (puts his arms in the correct spots, they heal back)

Mohinder: (Peter puts his legs in the correct parts, they heal and Mohinder goes into minor shock)

Sylar: (sits up, screams in pain) Guys? Help me. I’m bleeding. It’s not stopping. (Passes out)

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Sylar: (woozy, softly) what’s happening? (blurred vision)

Me: (talking to Peter, distorted in Sylar’s mind) he’s losing too much blood. Why aren’t his powers working?

Peter: (bends down, used his finger and a power to seal the wound) I don’t know. I’m just going to repair any damage and we’ll ... go from there? (hovers hands over Sylar’s body)

(Mohinder, in the background, tests out his new powers, obviously ignoring the fact that Sylar could die)

Peter: Okay, I think I fixed everything. The bleeding has ceased, his bones are healed, and he’s just resting now.

Me: He broke bones?

Peter: the explosion from that syringe sent us all flying ... but he got it worse.

Me: (looking around the dishevelled lab) We should leave. We still don’t know what could happen when we changed in the past.

Peter: Let’s teleport to, hopefully, where I live. Go and get... where’s Mohinder? (looks around)

Me: We don’t have to worry about him; he has powers, so he’ll probably be fine.

Peter: Okay.

(We teleport to Peter’s apartment. Everything looks the same)

Peter: (puts an unconscious Sylar on his bed) I’m going to check up on other people, make sure that Lisa doesn’t exist in our world, and see if there is anything else that could ... (teleports out)

Me: (grabs a cup of water, sits down at dining table)

Sylar: (starts moaning, wakes up) hello?

Me: (walks to other room quickly) Sylar, you’ve been in a bad accident. You need lots of rest.

Sylar: I know. It wouldn’t stop bleeding. (Lifts up his shirt, no scar or wound) Did I heal myself?

Me: No, Peter did that for you.

Sylar: (all of a sudden, takes letter opener on Peter’s nightstand and stabs his left hand, screams in pain)

Me: (runs to his side) WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!

Sylar: (drops the bloody letter opener, the wound doesn’t heal itself, he closes his eyes) heal. Come on. HEAL. (A stream of blood drips onto the carpet)

Me: (holds his hand, thinks about healing, his hand heals) Sylar.

Sylar: (bows head)

Me: (lifts his chin, looks at him carefully) where are your powers?

Sylar: gone.

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Me: Your powers just can’t disappear.

Sylar: (angry) Well, if you haven’t noticed, I haven’t been able to heal myself, I can’t freeze time, I can’t do anything.

Me: (shocked) Why are you so angry!? I thought you wanted to be normal.

Sylar: Normal. (calms down) Don’t you know me? I’ve NEVER WANTED TO BE NORMAL. (takes a couple of breaths) From the start, I wanted to be different. Special. Now what am I?

Me: Sylar. (looks at him, he pushes me away)

Sylar: (gets up, talks to himself silently) I have to start all over again.

Me: Start all over again? Wait. Start over as in ... no, no, no. You’re not doing that. I know what you’re thinking. Don’t you dare revert to that.

Sylar: It’s the one thing I know how to do.

Me: No, it’s not. Be normal for a day. See how you like it.

Sylar: why? I’ve been normal for half of my life. It was not fun.

Me: When you were normal, you were in a small room working on watches. Now, you’re surrounded by a bunch of awesome people that do generally like being around you.

Sylar: (thinks) No. I’m going to go talk to Mohinder. He’ll make me a serum or something (begins to walk to the door) Does Peter have car keys? (looks around)

Me: (sighs) Sit here and wait, I’ll talk to Mohinder. (I teleport to Mohinder) Mohinder!

Mohinder: (using his power to set things on fire, and then extinguishing them) hello. This is amazing. What do you need? I do owe it to you for giving me powers.

Me: Well I guess you can help return the favour. Sylar lost his powers, he needs new ones.

Mohinder: (stops) lost?

Me: from the explosion.

Mohinder: oh. Well I can’t help you there. Remember when I tried to give myself powers? Didn’t exactly work out well, and the explosion was just one of those freak accidents. Sorry.

Me: (talking to Mohinder telepathically) he’s going to go back to his old ways if he doesn’t get powers.

Mohinder: (replying back to me telepathically) I CAN HEAR YOU? (claps excitedly) I don’t think I can help you. (out loud) Unless you take a vial of your blood and inject it into his body. That seemed to work for you before.

Me: (confused) what? What do you mean by “before?” I don’t understand.

Mohinder: When you got your powers the first time, Sylar gave you blood. Right? Actually, now that I think of it, that’s probably why your cells mutated.

Me: He never gave me blood. Or I guess I wouldn’t exactly know since I changed time.

Mohinder: So how did you get powers before then?

Me: Uh ... (thinks) kissing him.

Mohinder: (hearing my thoughts) YOU KISSED HIM?

Me: Well, yeah. (shrugs shoulders)

Mohinder: then just do that again!

Me: No. I’m not kissing Sylar. Ever.

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Sylar: (depressed) what?

Me: What would you do to get your powers back?

Sylar: (monotone) anything.

Me: (sighs) There are three things I can do. (Sylar perks up) The first thing is trying to transfer it through touch, so like holding hands. The second thing is a blood transfer, but that might not work and might actually cause physical harm to you. The third thing (sighs) is ... that I have to ... (sighs)

Sylar: (tired of waiting) Let’s just try the first one and see what happens?

Me: Alright. (Grabs his hands, thinks about giving him powers, I feel a surge of energy go through my body, I let go, and I fall to the floor, weak) did it work?

Sylar: (teleports from one side of the room to the next) oh yeah. (smiles) this is great.

Me: Good. (gets up)

Sylar: So what was the third thing?

Me: (eyes widen) uh ... nothing.

Sylar: What do you mean nothing?

Me: As in ... nothing! It was nothing. Can we go find Peter now?

Sylar: Yeah!

(we teleport to Peter, who is faced down on the ground in someone’s house)

Sylar: (runs to Peter’s side) PETE! PETER!

Me: (looks around, familiar house, but can’t place it in my mind) where are we?

Sylar: (panicking) it doesn’t matter! Come and help Peter! (Sylar places his hand on his back, Peter turns around and starts coughing)

Peter: (sharp gasp, looks at Sylar and I in a startled shock) IT’S A TRAP. We have to get out of here!

Me: Where are we Peter?

(Someone shoots an arrow at Peter, which pierces through his arm)

Peter: (screams in pain as he removes it, the wound doesn’t heal, we all run for the exit) Hurry! He’s trying to kill us.

(We get to the doors)

Sylar: WHO’S TRYING TO KILL US?

Peter: (trying to open the locked doors, to no avail. Peter’s arm is covered in blood) MOHINDER!

(Mohinder, with a bow and arrow, aims. He draws back the string and releases, sending the arrow flying straight at us.)

To be continued ...

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Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!

Sylar: Hey. What’s up? I’ve been waiting for you and Peter to show up for forever. We’re going to miss the movie.

Me: LISA!

Sylar: (Looks at me confused) Who?

Me: Oh my ... YES. EVERYTHING IS BACK TO NORMAL. (hugs him, to which he hugs back)

Sylar: marry me?

Me: (Releases from hug, looks at him) what?

Sylar: marry me.

Me: (Even more confused) what?

Sylar: Do I have to get down on my knees? (Doesn’t wait for an answer, gets down on one knee, pulls out a small box)

Me: WAIT. Be right back. (Teleports to Peter)

Peter and I: WE HAVE TO GO BACK. (Without any discussion, we go back)

Peter: Why do we keep messing up? Noah hates me, Claire hates me, and my own Mom hates me.

Me: Because we’re not going back enough. (Touches Peter’s shoulder, we go back even further in time) Peter, watch. (The first Nicole that teleports to tell ‘myself’ to get on the bus gets knocked out after I hit her on the head) There. That should do it. Now “I” won’t get influenced by anything as I meet Sylar for the first time.

Peter: Nice job.

Me: Not really. Everything goes back to normal and when we return, we’ll still have Lisa to deal with.

Peter: Maybe ... nevermind

Me: (Turns to look at him) What?

Peter: We could ... find her? And ... well. You know...

Me: We’re not going to kill her.

Peter: NO! Of course not! (looks back at me) Remember Samuel?

Me: Oh. OH! Yeah. Let’s go look for her, but instead of making her good, let’s just take away her powers completely.

Peter: that’s dark.

Me: We don’t want to take any chances, Peter.

Peter: Okay, let’s do this.

(part 8)
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Peter: Wow, now I get why Sylar really dislikes that.

Me: (Behind a tree with Peter) You and Sylar never respond after the first time I call you. And just so you know, Lisa’s right there! (points to Lisa)

Peter: Okay, how are we going to do this? Should we rent a van, kidnap her ...

Me: (I walk up towards her while Peter keeps talking) Hi, excuse me. Do you know where 4th avenue and Liberty street is?

Lisa: Yeah, it’s just (raises her arm) two ...

Me: (I grab her hands)

Lisa: HEY! LET GO OF ME.

Me: (Thinking ‘you will no longer have powers ever. The government will never hire you. You will forget that you had powers. You will never meet Sylar, Peter, me, and anyone related to us. )

Lisa: (closes her eyes, opens them after a minute, blinks a couple of times, looks at me) uh, hi. Can I help you?

Me: (Looks at her) no, thanks. See you later. (smiles)

Peter: Impressive.

Me: (Looks at him) you wanted to rent a van to kidnap her, seriously?

Peter: (nonchalantly) Uh, yeah. That’s how I roll.

Me: Let’s go back to our time now. (we teleport back) Everything looks normal.

Peter: Except that (points and looks down at my legs, there are greenish scales). Nicole. What is that?

Me: I don’t know. What’s happening to me? (Looking at my slowly developing webbed fingers and toes) Peter.

Peter: We should go see Mohinder. ASAP. He can fix this.

Me: (something starts irritating my ankles) ow! (something starts poking out of my skin) Peter. (scared voice) Help me.

(part 9)
Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder! Mohinder!

Mohinder: What is that!?

Me: scales, and webbed toes and fingers. WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME?

Mohinder: Your cells must be mutating after Sylar gave you those powers. His ...

Peter: AGAIN?!

Mohinder: What do you mean by again?

Peter: We already did this! You created a serum, got the mutated cells to clot, took the clot out and we destroyed it.

Mohinder: Peter, this never happened.

Me: YES IT DID.

Mohinder: I think I’d remember this.

Me: JUST HELP ME!

Mohinder: okay. Give me a couple of hours. I’ll make a serum to do what Peter just said and you should be fine and power-free by the end. (leaves)

Me: Peter! I feel like I can’t breathe. Take me to water.

Peter: (teleports us to a pool, I jump in, fully clothed in shorts and a t shirt) how could Mohinder have forgotten?

Me: (swimming around, breathing normally) maybe because it didn’t happen.

Peter: (walks around the pool) what do you mean?

Me: Before, he created a serum for the government, which was actually Lisa. Now that she’s not really involved, there was no need for a serum.

Peter: Makes sense. (stares at me for 5 minutes) let me try something. Can you get out?

Me: Yeah. (gets out of the pool, Peter wraps a towel around me)

Peter: (touches my shoulder, closes his eyes, and opens it after 5 minutes) didn’t work. I tried to make those mutated cells disappear. They seem immune. This has to be the one thing that didn’t change. (I look down) Let me try something else.

Me: What? (Looks up)

Peter: (presses his lips against mine)

Sylar: What’s going on here?

(Part 10)
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Sylar: WHAT?!

Me: (Lowers towel to cover legs, t shirt now dry, shorts still damp) Come back! It’s not what it looks like (raises hands to stop him, lowers them after seeing the webbed part and hides hands behind back)

Sylar: So you kissing Peter is “not what it looks like.” You’re kissing my best friend.

Me: NO! He kissed me! (Realizing I made it sound even worse, covers my mouth) uh ...

Sylar: (Looks at Peter, angrily) Peter? Is this true

Peter: Sylar, look, I would only kiss her under special circumstan... (stops, realizing that he is revealing too much information)

Sylar: (even more angry that Peter is withholding information from him) what do you mean special circumstances. PETER.

Peter: (looks at me desperately) it’s a long story ...

Me: Peter (Sylar and Peter look at me), stop. Sylar. Look. (I drop the towel, revealing my legs, covered in bluish-green scales and my fingers and toes webbed)

Sylar: Nicole, what’s going on? What is that on your legs?

Me: I think they’re scales. My body is mutating from the power you gave me. They’re immune to everything else but a serum that Mohinder is going to create right now.

Peter: Wait. We need to stop Mohinder. He won’t take the new factors into consideration. He might mess up and you’ll stay dead when you take it.

Me: What new factors?

Sylar: STAY DEAD?!

Peter: Sylar, I’ll explain later. It’s actually a long story, but Nicole, he made the serum knowing what and who it was for, and that he forced to do it. Now that “they” aren’t forcing him, he might screw up by being too casual about making the serum.

Me: (thinks about it) okay. Let’s go. (I try to walk, but I fall flat on my face)

Sylar: (helps me up)

Me: I can’t ... (looks at my legs, now almost completely covered in scales) my ... legs ... (my thighs seem to be fused together) they’re ... stuck together.

Peter: The mutation is happening too fast. I think you’re going to become ... a mermaid.

(Part 11)
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Mohinder: The serum is done. (Looks completely different than the first one)

Me: It’s wrong. (Looks at Peter) It’s not going to work.

Mohinder: What do you mean it’s wrong?

Me: We can’t use it. It won’t work.

Peter: Wait here, I have an idea (teleports out)

Sylar: (Carrying me, sets me down on the table) I still don’t understand what Peter told me.

Me: Which part? The part where you fell in love with the bad guy? The one where I tried to change time?

Sylar: Everything.

Mohinder: (Examines my legs) Your legs are fused together, even with shorts on. The mutated cells must be in a hurry to turn you into a mermaid.

Me: Yeah (Rolls eyes) I know. There are scales too. (Legs now fully covered in scales) Can I get like ... a bucket of water?

Sylar: (sits down, looks at me)

Mohinder: (Grabs a bucket of water, gives it to me) here.

Me: (Splashes water on “leg,” a coating appears) Oh gosh, it’s slimy.

Peter: (teleports back) Look what I have? (takes out the original serum) I got Mohinder (Mohinder looks up) ... the other Mohinder to make me another one that can accelerate clotting time.

Me: Okay. Peter, you know the drill. Mohinder, go get the crash cart ready and make sure it’s charged. (Looks at Peter) how many times did you need to shock me back to life?

Peter: 10. (Mohinder comes back, crash cart ready)

Me: (eyes widen) Wow. Okay. Remember, we have to go by the book, down to a tee. Once it’s injected, you can’t use your powers. Peter, you have to make sure that this is done right. (he nods) Mohinder, inject this, please. (Painful injection, followed by a slight throbbing in arm) See you guys soon. (I pass out)

Sylar: Peter, what’s happening?

Peter: She’s going to die, and we’re going to bring her back to life. Again.

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Me: What do you mean everyone dies?

Me#2: (Looks away) I can’t say. But I’ll tell you this. EVERYONE you know and love, dies. (teleports away)

Me: Okay... now what?

Noah: Give me a second. I have a little ... uh... it’s confidential... give me a moment. (Checks his laptop)

Peter: (looks at me) We should fight her. We could just... get rid of Lisa? Use our powers to make her magically disappear.

Noah: (Looks at Peter) that doesn’t seem like a good idea. She might have more powers than you think.

Peter: (looks at the screen) but ... but ... how? She could be anticipating every move. She might even be listening to our conversation.

Me: No, she won’t be

Noah & Peter: What?

Me: (teleports to where Sylar is) I give you permission to date, or whatever means necessary, to be with Lisa

Sylar: (Looks at me) What? Why?

Me: Because your happiness is more important than anything.

Sylar: (Still looking at me, smiles) Thank you. I really appreciate it.

Me: (stifles a tear, looks away, and teleports back to Peter and Noah. Carefully thinking) what if...(stops)

Peter: What? Any idea could help us.

Me: (Considering) well, this all started because of me... What if I ... just ... go back in time and stop myself from ever meeting Sylar. If I have never met him, this would never have happened. I wouldn’t have died so many times, I wouldn’t have ... I wouldn’t....

Peter: (holds me by the shoulders) Stop. You’re not going to do that.

Me: But ... (looks at him) what else can we do? Seems like the only choice really. Lisa is definitely not expecting this since I bet Sylar is in her company at the moment.

Noah: What do you mean?

Me: I told him that he could date her if he’d like. Not knowing that he’s going to help us distract her while we plan.

Peter: No. You’re not doing that. I forbid you.

Me: Peter, you can’t forbid me to do something. Doing what I planned solves everything.

Peter: No. No. No. No. No. No. You’ll never know us. You’ll never know Sylar.

Me: (sighs) that’s the idea. Save myself from Sylar, save the world.

(part 5)
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Sylar: (with Lisa) yeah?

Lisa: hello. (holding Sylar’s hand tightly)

Me: Hello. Sylar, can I speak to you for a moment?

Sylar: sure. Be right back sweetie. (Lisa smiles, looks at me evilly when Sylar turns his back, we walk to a secluded area at the park) what’s up.

Me: (tearing up, gives him a hug) Thanks for everything. Thanks for being my friend. One day ... nevermind. (turns around, wipes face)

Sylar: Wait. What? (stops me)

Me: (looks back at him) Good bye, Sylar. I’ll always remember you. (teleports back to Peter and Noah, begins to sob) I’m still doing this. Come here Peter (gives him a hug). Thanks for being awesome to me, and for saving my life.

Peter: (Sad) don’t do this.

Me: (Looking at Noah) it was (sniffs, wipes nose) nice meeting you Noah. (he nods, I teleport to Claire, Hiro, Samuel, etc. to say my goodbyes to them)

Me: (by myself, sighs) okay. Let’s do this. (teleports to the first time I met Sylar)

(A couple years ago ... )

Me: (talking to myself, sees me#2 walking out of the workplace) oh yeah, I use to work here. (I hide behind a tree and grab her arm)

Me: HEY.

Me#2: Uh ... uh ... what...the...hell.

Me: Long story short. I’m from the future. Go home. Or you’ll die.

Me#2: okay. (walks towards the bus stop and gets on the bus, instead of sitting by the bench – which is where I saw Sylar for the first time) bye?

Me: Bye :) (talking to myself again) mission accomplished. Time to go back to my time. (teleports back) Looks normal. (begins sobbing) I’ll never see them again.

(Later that day...)

Me: Hmm... let’s see who I’m friends with now. (takes out cell phone, looks through contact list) What? (see’s Claire’s name) what? (see’s Peter’s name) WHAT?! (See’s Sylar’s name) NOTHING CHANGED? No, this can’t be happening. Lisa’s going to kill everyone. I’m ... I’m ... (looks at contact list again) MRS. SYLAR?! (clicks on contact to look at the picture) LISA?! SHE’S MARRIED TO SYLAR?!

Man: Hey Nicole! (Waves at me from across the street, smiling, holding a woman’s hand)

Me: (wondering if I know him) uh, hey.(waves back)

Lisa: Hey Nicole! (Lisa waves) Sylar, let’s invite her to lunch. Nicole! Would you like to join us for lunch?

Me: (Lisa crosses the road and walk up to me. Sylar, extremely overweight, with lots of grey strands in his hair, and a sullen appearance surprises me as he slowly j-walks through the road) Uh, no thanks.

(the sound of a crash startles me, and Sylar is on the ground, bleeding)

Me: (I look at the driver, it’s Peter) PETER! What are you doing?

Peter: (Laughs, drives off)

Lisa: He’s dead. Sylar’s dead.

Me: (Closes eyes)

Lisa: (laughs) time for some fun.

(Part 6)
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Me: (Looking hysterically at a laughing Mrs. Sylar) what happened to his powers?

Lisa: He gave them all to me.

Me: (runs away) oh my ... (Peter teleports in) PETER! How could you kill Sylar?

Peter: (Looks confused) what? What are you talking about? I haven’t seen Sylar all day. I was trying to look for you while you changed everything. We have to go back and undo what you did.

Me: Okay.

Peter: if not ... wait. What? Okay? That’s it? “Okay”?

Me: Yeah.

Peter: (shrugs) Alright. Let’s go. (Teleports us to the first time I met/going to meet Sylar)

Me: OH! There I am. Fresh out of work. (Me#2 teleports in, stops ‘Me’ and tells her to get on the bus. Me#2 teleports back) Okay. You make sure Sylar is there, and I’ll make sure I don’t get on the bus.

Peter: Okay.

Me: (I hurry up to ‘me’) Don’t get on the bus.

Me#2: But... you just told me to.

Me: Well never mind. You know how we like to change our minds. Go and meet your friend on that bench over there. Okay? Good. Now go.

Me#2: (walks towards the bench, confused)

Peter: (comes back) okay. Everything is in place. Hopefully this time...

Me#2: Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!

Peter: Never mind. Let’s go back to our time now. Hopefully, we won’t face the dreaded butterfly effect.

(Back to the present)

Noah: Hey guys. What’s going on?

Me: Where’s Lisa?

Noah: Who?

(Peter and I look at each other)

Peter: Lisa. Lisa House? The one that Sylar is in love with?

Noah: I don’t know a Lisa, Sylar certainly doesn’t know a Lisa. And I doubt Sylar loves anyone except for ... uh. Never mind.

Peter: except for whom?

Noah: (looks at me)

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(part 1 of 15)
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Sylar: I said no. How many times will it take for me to convince you not to come with us.

Me: BUT I HAVE TO! I promised Mohinder!

Peter: (annoyed with both of us) Sylar, she’ll be fine. She has powers.

Sylar: (Holds me by my shoulders, looks straight into my eyes) I can’t lose you again.

Me: (smiles) you won’t. Trust me.

Sylar: Fine. Let’s go.

(We all teleport to Mohinder’s lab)

Mohinder: Hello everyone. Here’s the plan. We’re going to carefully sneak in by teleporting into a closet ...

(Someone teleports into Mohinder’s lab.)

Peter: STOP!

(We all turn and look at Peter #2, bruised and battered)

Me: Peter? (Looks at both Peters) Er ... what’s happening?

Peter #2: MOHINDER! SHUSH. Stop planning. I know what you are trying to do (walks up to him and grabs him by the shoulder) just STOP IT.

Mohinder: (Nervously laughs) this is going to change everything ... you shouldn’t be here.

Me: You sound like you’re expecting him. (someone else teleports in)

Me#2: NICOLE! SHUT UP. (Me #2, who is super pale, looks insanely tired, and has almost no colour in her face, walks up to me)

Me: Okay, this is just freaky. Why are you guys here.

Peter #2: you guys are going to ... (thinks carefully) go to the government building ... and find out that you meet someone you shouldn’t have met that way... and then someone gets into an ... accident ...

Me #2: Yeah ... what he said (points to Peter #2)

Peter: Uh ... right. So ... uh ... I’m confused?

Sylar and Me: Me too.

Peter #2: Here, (takes the remote control, turns the tv on and switches the channel) watch.

News Reporter: Lisa House, former member of London’s Interpol, managed to, by herself, take down a ruthless sector of the government. Only known as Sector 1 to few, members of this group developed many plans to exploit what they called “supers.” Charges of murder, conspiracy, fraud, and many more have been added to what the President calls the worst secret in the history of this great nation.

Mohinder: well, I guess we don’t have to do anything.

(Me #2 and Peter #2 disappeared)

Me: So I’m still really confused.

Peter: who’s Lisa House?

Lisa House: I’m a super. Just a little different from you guys.

(part 2 of 15)
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Sylar: (staring at Lisa)

Me: (Looking at Sylar, then to Lisa) okay ... so what do you mean you’re different? And what’s a super?

Lisa: Let me start from the beginning. Your father (looks at Mohinder), Dr. Suresh, studied people like Sylar and Peter. He never realized that they were one branch in the different kinds of branches of these supernatural human beings. My ... for a lack of a better word, species, is another branch. Recently, Nicole and Mohinder became another branch. Then there are specializations within these branches, but I could get into those later.

Sylar: (still staring at her)

Peter: So what “kind” are you?

Lisa: My kind is being hunted by people from secret government groups like the one I took down earlier.

Peter: I still don’t get it... what’s so special about your type that’s making you more vulnerable?

Lisa: Our powers can literally be harvested from a specific area of the body, but it only lasts a short time for people who want them because of the basic properties. Less time equals more people of my kind to be sent into labs being harvested. We are only limited to flying, running at extremely fast speeds, extreme intellect, and super flexibility. We’re like supernaturals version 1.0.

Me: So why are you here?

Lisa: So that you and Mohinder can take our place.

Mohinder: What?

Lisa: you and her will save the lives of hundreds. If you can develop so many complex powers, then people like me will never have to undergo painful operations anymore. A little sample of blood is all they need.

Me: You’re wrong. It’s not just blood that they’ll want. And they’ll still want powers like yours, no matter how basic it is.

Lisa: Impossible. You’re like the shiny new toy everyone wants but only a few are privileged to have. They’ll be happy to let us go.

Peter: Let’s go. (We all teleport out of there, leaving Lisa behind) I’m going to go talk to Noah about this, see if he knows anything. (teleports out)

Mohinder: I’m going to go into hiding to protect myself, you should too Nicole. Call me if you need anything (teleports out)

Me: (Looks at Sylar) How did you manage to not say anything?

Sylar: (Looks at me) I think I finally know the meaning of “love at first sight.”


(part 3 of 15)
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Sylar: What?

Me: EXCUSE ME?!

Sylar: I think I’m in love.

Me: EXCUSE ME?!

Sylar: I can’t stop thinking about Lisa. She’s ... she’s ...

Me: THE BAD GUY!

Sylar: Perfect! (Still staring into space)

Me: Uh... stay right there. Just keep thinking about her and I’ll be right back. (Teleports to Peter)

Peter: She’s under this idea that their blood will save hundreds of supers.

Noah: Well she’s obviously wrong.

Me: Um, sorry to interrupt ...

Peter: Noah! Let me introduce you to Nicole!

Noah: (In a harsh tone) So you’re the naive little girl who got powers in a matter of months.

Peter: Noah!

Me: It’s fine Peter. I don’t think saving the world from Samuel makes me naive anymore.

Noah: But dying a couple times does.

Me: Okay then ... (Looks at Peter) There’s something wrong with Sylar. He’s fallen in love with Lisa.

Peter: WHAT?!

Me: He’s absolutely love struck with that woman. If he continues to fall in love with her, that means he’s going to cater to her every need; her need of getting Mohinder and I into some lab to get our powers literally drained from us.

Noah: Huh, so you’re not a typical fangirl then.

Me: No, I’m not. I’m just a friend.

Noah: Then I apologize, from the stories that Claire has told me, you sounded much like an obsessed love struck girl over Sylar.

Me: Apology accepted. So what are we going to do? You know him, once he wants something, he’ll get it.

Noah: I think we need to ...

(Me#2 teleports back in)

Me#2: NICOLE!

Me: (I grab “myself” by the shoulders) I need to know what’s going on. And I know you’re going to tell me.

Me#2: oh, we know each other so well. (Looking at Peter and Noah, whispers to me) if you had gone into the building, you would have run into Lisa. She works for them. The story about her taking down the governmental sector is just a cover up.

Me: A cover up for what?

Me#2: Samuel Sullivan needed people around him to gain powers. Well she’s a hybrid. Her DNA mutated to the point where instead of people, Lisa needs blood with powers in it. The more blood, the more powers she obtains. The government is making sure they keep Lisa as an asset to them.

Me: So then what was the deal with Mohinder creating a serum for the government and all that?

Noah: It would have made it easier for her to gain powers. She wanted to be more like Samuel. (looks at Me#2) You whisper kind of loud.

Me: Well then what happens in the future?

Me#2: She rules the world, Peter and you attempt to hide, and everyone else dies.

Sylar Short Stories: August 31, 2011

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Sylar: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

Me: The operation went well (smiles, then stops) ouch.

Sylar: (shocked) WHAT?! WHAT OPERATION?! (Grabs my shoulders and turns me around to examine for any scars, etc.)

Me: Don’t you remember? I told you a couple weeks ago.

Sylar: (his eyes widen) WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!

Me: Huh! I guess I didn’t tell you. It must have been Claire.

Sylar: (concerned look) What? Why didn’t you tell me you were going into surgery?

Me: It’s no big deal. It just involved a little infection that required them to slice my upper gums so now it hurts to smile, laugh, and eat. Basically everything to do with lips.

Sylar: (smirks) even (smiles) kiss?!

Me: (rolls eyes) yes, even that.

Sylar: (purses his lips, makes kissing noises, begins to laugh)

Me: (rolls eyes) Ha ha, very funny. I’m actually so hungry. The only things I can actually have are liquids.

Sylar: I have an idea. Follow me.

(10 minutes later)

Me: Where are we going? (continues to walk with Sylar)

Sylar: We’re almost there.

(20 minutes later)

Me: Where are we going?

Sylar: Few more minutes! Trust me, it’s worth all this walking.

(Sylar opens the door to a 50’s inspired diner. We take a seat in a booth)

Waitress: Hi there, what can I get for you two?

Me: (Looks at Sylar) uh ...

Sylar: One strawberry milkshake. Two straws please. Two bendy straws. (looks back at me, smiles)

Waitress: Coming right up.

(5 minutes later)

Waitress: Here you go. Enjoy!

Me: (Sylar and I take a slurp at the same time, faces really close together) That’s really good. (Smiles) Ouch (Flings arms up and I accidently spill the drink onto someone) Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Wait... Peter?

Peter: (Jeans, now soaked in strawberry milkshake, looks at us embarrassingly) uh... got to go! (runs out of the diner)

Me: (looks at Sylar, who is laughing) You saw him come in before, didn’t you?

Sylar: (giggles) Yeah, I did. Oh, that was priceless.

Me: (smiles, then laughs, no pain at all)

Sylar: Wait a minute ... you didn’t flinch at the pain...

Me: uh yeah ... got to go! (runs out of the diner)