"Syla? Sylar?" The world comes into focus as rough hands shake her awake. Sylar reaches out to touch his face. An exact mirror image of herself. Her twin.
"Crichton? Are you real?"
"Of course I am. Our rations came in today and- Wait, what's wrong? Did you have that dream again?"
She nods. Crichton pulls her close as he buries her face in his chest, running his hand up and down her back. Sylar sniffles.
He sighs and says, "Do you want to talk about it? It'll help."
"No!"
"Okay, okay. Sheesh. Don't worry, αγάπη. I will fight your dreams so you have time to run from them." Her twin laughs like he made a joke.
How can you run when they are in your head? But they're not in my head. Real. No, Aγάπη. No.
Sylar sits up, looking around the small cottage. Her head buzzes. The furniture calls out to her as if to say, 'Aγάπη, I remember you. Aγάπη, I missed you.'
"I missed you, too." She murmurs. Everything was so familiar, so homey. The empty cupboard full with empty promises. The wooden crib with a blue blanket.
The crib what crib the baby what baby? That crib that baby. Shut up.
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And If All The Lights Are Down
RomanceCool, casual. Heart beating fast. Heart beating home. So the pill goes down. And the world goes dark. And She. Can't. Breathe. // Every time she takes "the pill", Sylar is transported to a world where her twin brother and their baby wait. But is the...
