We Danced in Circles [Chad, Open]

[Stewart Barlow]

It was a new day, a new dollar was to be earned. Stewart was ready to get some work done. He had been awake already for a few hours, earlier then expected, and was waiting for his brother to wake up. He mused around in the kitchen trying to throw together a thing or two for the brothers to eat for breakfast. Stewart was already wired having had 3 cups of coffee.

Last night, Stewart had dreamed about his father. He hadn't seen the man since he was 7 years old, and was sent to an asylum 3 months later. That was over 100 years ago though. He hadn't been troubled by it much since, but something was trudging up those old memories. He figured that he'd ask his brother about them when he awoke.

Stewart summoned the coffee cup to him from the kitchen table and poured another cup. If he was going to go to work today, he was damn sure going to be alert. He summoned another cup to him and filled it up for Chad, placing just the right amount of sugar and cream in it. He knew his brother well, they were twins in the sense of the word. Of course nobody outside of Hollywood knew that. Chad looked like he was in his 40's and Stewart, well he looked at least 25 tops? So of course the younger twin got to be the eldest by sure chance.

Stewart smiled to himself and shook his head as he took a drink of his fourth cup of coffee. He made his way back to the stove and finished up the sausages and looked up at the ceiling. "Zach you sleepy head get up!!!" he called. He knew that with his enhanced hearing that would have sounded like he was right in the room with him. Out of habit, when the two of them were in private like this, they'd call each other by their birth names. Just a slight reminder of who they really were.

[Chad Barlow]

Chad heard the sound of his brother calling for him, in his dreams. However the words he heard weren't the words that his twin had used. He had heard, Chad you dunder head, get out!! When his brother had first come back from Hendricks, he had a british accent. From being in Clairebridge for 9 years. In Hendricks there had apparently been a lot of British guards as well according to him. So naturally he had picked up an accent.

He rolled over and let out a groan. Blinking his eyes open he looked at the clock. It was 4:30 in the morning. They had to be at the set by 5:00 for hair and make up. Chad sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He got up and walked to the closet in a zombiefied state. He was in auto pilot right now. His routine, get up, get dressed, get coffee and food get to work. It had been that way for months since they had started filming their newest show.

After dressing Chad made his way downstairs and to the kitchen following the smell of breakfast. He lowered his brows wondering how his brother had the time to cook. They normally would go get something on the way in to the set. He regareded his brother curiously when he got into the room.

"What, did I forget it was our birthday or something?" Chad asked with a raised brow as he saw the extra cup of coffee on the counter. He picked it up and took a sip of it letting out a sigh of content. Java... Blissful java. How he loved it on early mornings.

[Stewart Barlow]

Stewart looked over at his brother as he groggily made his way into the kitchen. He shook his head and smiled broadly. Normally Chad was a morning person, but today he looked just as tired as Stewart had felt when he got up 2 hours ago. He piled some sausages and pancakes onto a plate and set it on the table.

He then piled up his own plate and set it down as well as his cup of coffee before sitting. "No, I just, couldn't sleep any more." he answered before taking a sip of the coffee.

He glanced up at his brother over the cup wondering if maybe he had been having the same problem that Stewart had. He set the cup down and took a few bites of his food waiting for his brother to join him at the table. "I dreamed about Dad last night." Stewart said after he swallowed his last bite. "About his funeral." he added looking up at his brother.

[Chad Barlow]

Chad frowned when Stewart said that he couldn't sleep anymore. So he too had dreams about their dad. He had been plagued with them since he was younger, but they hadn't bothered him much over the last 50 years or so. Was that a sign that something was coming? Or was it just repressed memories of Stewart's coming back to them. Chad wasn't sure what it meant, but he wanted to at least try to figure it out.

"I did too. Maybe it's our twin connection or something I don't know. I doubt that it means anything though Sy. Let's just eat and get to work on time okay." he said patting his brother on the shoulder.

Over the past 10 years of living as Chad and Stewart Zach had really picked up on the role of being 'big brother' to Sylar. Yeah, they were in reality only 10 minutes apart, and Sylar had been the older one, but, having been locked away until he was 34 kept him in a bit of a child's mindest. So, naturally, being the more mature twin, Zach took on the role of father and big brother to his twin. He didn't think that Stewart minded really, after all, he did need a role model right?

[Stewart Barlow]

Stewart nodded when his brother said that it was probably the twin connection causing them to have the dreams. He could tell however that his brother was holding something back. He didn't press the matter however. He sat down at the table and pulled his plate and cup to him. He ate in silence not sure of what else to say.

When he finished he took his plate and cup to the sink and set them down. The butler bot came in and immediately started to rinse them and load them into the dishwasher. Stewart grabbed another cup of coffee in a to go cup and sat at the table waiting for his brother to finish his own meal.

His mind began to wander as he thought back to the dreams that had plagued his sleep the night before. What had it all meant? Was his father trying to communicate to them from beyond the grave? He wasn't sure, but he told himself that he would ask Joe after work today. If he had dreamed of their father too, then Stewart would know that something big was coming. He was almost afraid to even know what it could be.

[Chad Barlow]

Chad looked over at his brother as he ate in silence. It was amazing how much his older brother seemed to look up to him. How he listened so well. He offered him a kind smile before looking back to his food. He finished his meal in silence as well. Like his brother he took his dirty dishes to the Butler Bot and let him finish cleaning them.

He made himself his own cup of coffee before grabbing his keys and gesturing for Stewart to follow him. He knew that he would, there was no question about that. He made his way out to the car and unset the alarm. Taking a slow sip of his coffee he made his way around to the driver's side and opened the door. He got inside the car and set his cup down in the cup holder and looked out through the windshield waiting for his brother to join him as he slid on his seat belt.

[Stewart Barlow]

Stewart let out a sigh as he watched Chad grab his own cup of coffee and head out to the car. He knew that his brother was expecting him to follow and not ask anymore questions. But the dreams weighed heavily on his mind and he couldn't help but to keep thinking about them.

He got up from the table grabbing his cup and made his way to the front door. He knew that the butler bot would lock it behind him, so he headed outside and walked to the car slowly sipping on his coffee. When he got to the car he got inside the passenger side and buckled his seat belt.

Although Stewart knew that neither of them could be fatally wounded in a car accident. His brother still always made him wear a seat belt. The only way they could die is if they were decapitated and if they were buckled in and something took off the top of the car, along with their heads, it wouldn't make much of a difference. However he also knew that it would avoid a ticket, as well as suspicion in case of an accident. They could always say that the seat belts saved their lives.

"All right. Let's go." Stewart said before taking another sip of his coffee.

[Chad Barlow]

Chad started the car without a word and drove them to the set. When he pulled up and stopped the car he looked over at Stewart. "Listen, don't mention the dreams okay. And don't bother our brother about them either." Stewart warned his brother before getting out of the car and heading to the set.

He didn't know what Stewart thought about the dreams or his request not to bring them up again. He wasn't hiding anything, but he had always had the dreams he just went about his life normally as if nothing had happened. It was how he dealt with his father's death.

He made his way to the set and was greeted by the director and producer. He replied with a nod and took several drinks of his coffee before making his way to the make up room.

[Stewart Barlow]

Stewart sighed and rolled his eyes resting his hand on the handle of the door as his brother spoke to him. He really did take the role of big brother way too seriously. Honestly if he hadn't been raised in seclusion, he would never have had to be the little brother. When Chad got out of the car Stewart sulked to himself for a minute before opening the door and getting out. He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one before heading to the make up trailers.

He got to the make up chairs and was seated beside Chad whom he kindly ignored as he puffed on his cigarette and a hand came over bringing him an ashtray. He thanked the younger boy and took it as he waited for them to work on his hair. Luckily he wasn't doing any heavy make up for this project. Just the usual cover any blemishes that the cameras would pick up and yada yada yada. He puffed away on his cigarette knowing that it would bother Chad to no end.

[Luka "Freddie" Durowitz]

Luka had been assigned to check up on a former prisoner. Check that he was going about his life without incident and being the good boy that everyone said he was supposed to be. Of course Luka knew that the man had to have been behaving. It'd been how long since he was released? Well, over a century after all should be enough time to get into some kind of trouble right.

He pulled up to the set just as the Barlow brothers were entering the building. He watched as Stewart followed in after Chad moments later. He slid on his sunglasses and turned off the car. He didn't really see any sense in going inside. He sat there for awhile, knowing that if "Sylar" were to do anything stupid, it wouldn't be done on the set with his brother watching him.

Growing bored Luka stifled a yawn and gave up on waiting around in his car. He opened the car door and made his way over to the set. A burly guard approached and he flashed him a smile before speaking. "Freddie Durowitz. You should remember the name." he said showing him his id.

The guard nodded and stepped aside allowing him entrance to the building. Luka made his way inside and looked around sliding the glasses onto the top of his head. He didn't need them in this dim lighting, and the only people who wore sunglasses indoors were stoners, and Luka, was not a stoner. He watched and looked around spotting Chad and Stewart as they read lines.