Author's Note: Again with the Peter/Sylar drabble. Rated T because, uh, I hint at certain things. Yeah...*wink, wink*
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes
Peter nodded seriously. "Keys."
Sylar waited for more information but as Peter continued to nod, his seriousness turning into solemnity, he realised with a sinking feeling that he wasn't going to get any. "Keys."
Peter nodded one last time, firmly. "Keys."
Sylar sighed and rubbed his forehead tiredly. "Okay, Peter, you're going to have to give me more than that."
Peter thrust the keys he had previously only proffered in Sylar's face. "Keys." He noticed that Peter's voice had developed a distinct edge.
He took the keys gently, wondering if any sudden movements would set Peter off. Not that he'd really mind that. Peter could be a real wild animal when he wanted to be. He smiled at the memory. "Keys."
Peter, thinking that his smile meant that he had finally understood the meaning of the keys, returned his smile. "Keys."
Sylar's smile turned weak. "Uh, Peter, explainy please?"
Peter growled softly. Sylar tried to suppress a shiver of excitement. Maybe he'd attack him! "Keys." He gestured at the keys in Sylar's hands. "Apartment." He then gestured around them to his apartment. "Mine." He ended his gesturing with one at himself. "Understand?"
"Oh." Sylar grinned wickedly and jangled the keys. "Keys. Me understand now."
Peter gazed at him, one eyebrow raised. "You know, I should really punish you for not catching on sooner," he said, his voice almost normal.
Sylar smirked. "Oh no, Peter," he said, beginning to back away slowly. "Don't do that."
Peter was on him before he could take another step.
Hehehe...*develops into full on evil laughter*