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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacters: Sylar and OC
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17 by the time I'm done
Word Count: 1432
Prompt: And everything you think you had baby. Is gone...It's All Over But the Crying![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Part: 4/10
Notes: more sibling bonding...violence will ensue shortly
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
We were hours away from the motel when I woke up in the passenger seat. Between Sylar’s fear that our father would turn us in, or that Luke wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut, and my worry about getting Dad killed. We’d taken off while they were out shopping. I didn’t even take the time to leave him a note. It was the first thing I’d felt guilty about since this whole thing started. I was tucked into the seat; the seat belt digging into my neck. It was the sounds of a train crossing that had pulled me out of my exhausted sleep.
“Where are we?” I stretched as far as I could which wasn’t too far. The Mustang is not meant for napping.
“We’ve crossed a couple of state lines.” His dark eyes flickered between my face and the rearview mirror. He was waiting for the Feds or the local cops to come after us, and I couldn’t blame him. It was only a matter of time until someone recognized my car. “We’re in Virginia.”
“So you do this all the time?” I asked, cracking open a bottle of water. “I mean road trips of the damned.”
“Road trips of the damned,” he laughed so hard he started to wheeze. “You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve traveled between New York and California alone. Did you sleep all right?”
“Yeah,” I said, pulling my hair back to twist it into a knot on the back of my neck. “But I bet you didn’t make your cross country trips in a bright red Mustang. I hate to do it, but we’ve got to get rid of the car. And I need a hair cut.” The train came rumbling past, car after car covered in graffiti and gang tags. “It could be worse; we could be going by train.”
“I don’t like trains.” He reached over and took the bottle of water to take a drink. He was so much more than human, but I could see that he was getting tired. He’d been driving for hours. “They make me motion sick.”
“Let me take over driving. God knows how much longer this train is.” I climbed out and walked around the front of the car, so we could trade places. It felt good to walk those few feet, and I could hear Sylar’s back crack when he stretched. I looked down the line of box cars, and I couldn’t see the end past the twists and turns.
“It’s a big one.” He tugged at a strand of my hair. “I like your hair. Are you sure you want to cut it? What happened to just dying it?”
“Cutting it will be faster. Besides, I’m starting a new life. Might as well look different too.” I slid into the driver’s seat and pulled it up a couple of notches for my shorter legs, and now the seat belt could dig into the other side of my neck. “You don’t have to worry about me. I hate worry, Sylar. It’s nearly as bad as pity.”
“You should be flattered, Rachel. I don’t normally give a damn about anyone but myself. And I’d never pity you,” he said as he adjusted his own seat. “I’m still trying to understand why you gave up everything to come with me.”
“Because you’re my brother, remember?”
“I’ve had other people who were supposed to be my family, but that was a lie.”
“Who hurt you, Gabriel?” It didn’t feel right to call him Sylar when he was brooding. “Are they still breathing?”
“Her name is Angela Petrelli, and yes, she’s still breathing.”
“I know who she is. Nathan Petrelli’s mother, she got busted for shop lifting a few years ago. A friend of mine with NYPD told me about her.” The train finally came to an end and the gates opened for us to pass. We bounced over the train tracks, and I smiled as I got to apply some gas. I was going to miss this car a lot. “What did she do to you?”
The story pissed me off more than I thought was possible, and it wasn’t Sylar’s anger mixing with my own this time. Angela Petrelli had played a cruel game with my brother. “I want to feed that bitch her intestines inch by painful inch.”
“If you keep talking like that, Rachel, I might get to really like you.”
“You mean you don’t already?” I loved him. It didn’t matter to me what he’d done. He hadn’t asked to become the man he was, and I wasn’t going to turn my back on him. Besides I really wanted to see if I could do what he could. I couldn’t help it.
“Maybe a little bit, but only because I know you’re not lying to me. And I don’t think you’re telling me the truth out of fear.” He pulled out a sleek cell phone and tapped his finger over the menu. “Were you serious about learning to do what I do?”
“Did you just read my mind again?” It was scary how often he knew what I was thinking, but it wasn’t unheard of for twins to have like minds. “And yes, I want to find out if I can do it. I need to be a partner for you not a liability.”
“You handled yourself fine back in Jersey, but I’d never be one to tell you not to try to learn more. It’s part of who I am. It’s probably part of you too. Arthur Petrelli taught me how to do it without killing. You can probably learn to do it that way, since it was based on empathy.”
“So you don’t have to kill to learn, anymore?”
“No, it’s just more fun and faster if you go straight to the brain to see how it works.” He shrugged and gave me lopsided smile. “We’ll try it the nice way first and if that doesn’t work, I’ll show you the direct approach.”
“Who are you calling?”
“No one,” he showed me the list of contacts on the phone’s screen. “I’m looking for a guinea pig for our experiment. There’s a man in Richmond. We can be there in half an hour.”
“Sounds good.” I flicked on the turn signal and turned down the road to Richmond. “It’ll be easier for us to vanish in a big city like Richmond too. Does your pretty phone tell you what he can do too?”
“He can turn invisible. I’ve always wanted that one. How about you?”
“I think that’d be great. Good for sneaking around. Shooting fireballs like Luke would have been nice though.”
“Yeah,” Sylar looked at me in the rearview mirror. “We should have killed him.”
***
I felt like Luke Skywalker selling his speeder when the man handed me a thousand dollars for my Mustang. Sure it was a few years old, but until I’d had the run in with the Hummer it had been pristine. But I didn’t argue. The thousand plus the money Sylar was going to get for his pocket full of gold would keep us going.
We’d split up, each going to a different car lot in the suburb of Richmond where they had a long line of dealerships. I met him three dealerships down where he was just pulling out of the lot with a mid-sized SUV. It wasn’t as pretty as my car, but we’d be more comfortable and blend in better.
“Get in,” he said with a grin as I gripped the door to pull myself up. I felt a tug of his power as he helped me along. “I traded plates with a different car on the way out, so it’ll be a long time before anyone can trace us if they make the connection. How did you do?”
“Just peachy.” I wasn’t happy. The Mustang was the first new car I’d bought, and now she was gone. “Let’s get out of here, so I can buy some clothes. I smell like I’m homeless. Oh wait I am homeless. Do you think the Petrellis had anything to do with the Feds coming after you?”
“It’s possible. Nathan is a senator now, and he hates me. I tortured his daughter when I took her power.”
“Tortured but didn’t kill? That should be worth something.”
“That’s what I think, but Nathan’s pig headed. He would have been a horrible older brother for me.”
“What power did you get from her?” I wanted to know about them all. “Don’t leave out any of the gory details.”
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17 by the time I'm done
Word Count: 1432
Prompt: And everything you think you had baby. Is gone...It's All Over But the Crying
scifi_musesPart: 4/10
Notes: more sibling bonding...violence will ensue shortly
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
We were hours away from the motel when I woke up in the passenger seat. Between Sylar’s fear that our father would turn us in, or that Luke wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut, and my worry about getting Dad killed. We’d taken off while they were out shopping. I didn’t even take the time to leave him a note. It was the first thing I’d felt guilty about since this whole thing started. I was tucked into the seat; the seat belt digging into my neck. It was the sounds of a train crossing that had pulled me out of my exhausted sleep.
“Where are we?” I stretched as far as I could which wasn’t too far. The Mustang is not meant for napping.
“We’ve crossed a couple of state lines.” His dark eyes flickered between my face and the rearview mirror. He was waiting for the Feds or the local cops to come after us, and I couldn’t blame him. It was only a matter of time until someone recognized my car. “We’re in Virginia.”
“So you do this all the time?” I asked, cracking open a bottle of water. “I mean road trips of the damned.”
“Road trips of the damned,” he laughed so hard he started to wheeze. “You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve traveled between New York and California alone. Did you sleep all right?”
“Yeah,” I said, pulling my hair back to twist it into a knot on the back of my neck. “But I bet you didn’t make your cross country trips in a bright red Mustang. I hate to do it, but we’ve got to get rid of the car. And I need a hair cut.” The train came rumbling past, car after car covered in graffiti and gang tags. “It could be worse; we could be going by train.”
“I don’t like trains.” He reached over and took the bottle of water to take a drink. He was so much more than human, but I could see that he was getting tired. He’d been driving for hours. “They make me motion sick.”
“Let me take over driving. God knows how much longer this train is.” I climbed out and walked around the front of the car, so we could trade places. It felt good to walk those few feet, and I could hear Sylar’s back crack when he stretched. I looked down the line of box cars, and I couldn’t see the end past the twists and turns.
“It’s a big one.” He tugged at a strand of my hair. “I like your hair. Are you sure you want to cut it? What happened to just dying it?”
“Cutting it will be faster. Besides, I’m starting a new life. Might as well look different too.” I slid into the driver’s seat and pulled it up a couple of notches for my shorter legs, and now the seat belt could dig into the other side of my neck. “You don’t have to worry about me. I hate worry, Sylar. It’s nearly as bad as pity.”
“You should be flattered, Rachel. I don’t normally give a damn about anyone but myself. And I’d never pity you,” he said as he adjusted his own seat. “I’m still trying to understand why you gave up everything to come with me.”
“Because you’re my brother, remember?”
“I’ve had other people who were supposed to be my family, but that was a lie.”
“Who hurt you, Gabriel?” It didn’t feel right to call him Sylar when he was brooding. “Are they still breathing?”
“Her name is Angela Petrelli, and yes, she’s still breathing.”
“I know who she is. Nathan Petrelli’s mother, she got busted for shop lifting a few years ago. A friend of mine with NYPD told me about her.” The train finally came to an end and the gates opened for us to pass. We bounced over the train tracks, and I smiled as I got to apply some gas. I was going to miss this car a lot. “What did she do to you?”
The story pissed me off more than I thought was possible, and it wasn’t Sylar’s anger mixing with my own this time. Angela Petrelli had played a cruel game with my brother. “I want to feed that bitch her intestines inch by painful inch.”
“If you keep talking like that, Rachel, I might get to really like you.”
“You mean you don’t already?” I loved him. It didn’t matter to me what he’d done. He hadn’t asked to become the man he was, and I wasn’t going to turn my back on him. Besides I really wanted to see if I could do what he could. I couldn’t help it.
“Maybe a little bit, but only because I know you’re not lying to me. And I don’t think you’re telling me the truth out of fear.” He pulled out a sleek cell phone and tapped his finger over the menu. “Were you serious about learning to do what I do?”
“Did you just read my mind again?” It was scary how often he knew what I was thinking, but it wasn’t unheard of for twins to have like minds. “And yes, I want to find out if I can do it. I need to be a partner for you not a liability.”
“You handled yourself fine back in Jersey, but I’d never be one to tell you not to try to learn more. It’s part of who I am. It’s probably part of you too. Arthur Petrelli taught me how to do it without killing. You can probably learn to do it that way, since it was based on empathy.”
“So you don’t have to kill to learn, anymore?”
“No, it’s just more fun and faster if you go straight to the brain to see how it works.” He shrugged and gave me lopsided smile. “We’ll try it the nice way first and if that doesn’t work, I’ll show you the direct approach.”
“Who are you calling?”
“No one,” he showed me the list of contacts on the phone’s screen. “I’m looking for a guinea pig for our experiment. There’s a man in Richmond. We can be there in half an hour.”
“Sounds good.” I flicked on the turn signal and turned down the road to Richmond. “It’ll be easier for us to vanish in a big city like Richmond too. Does your pretty phone tell you what he can do too?”
“He can turn invisible. I’ve always wanted that one. How about you?”
“I think that’d be great. Good for sneaking around. Shooting fireballs like Luke would have been nice though.”
“Yeah,” Sylar looked at me in the rearview mirror. “We should have killed him.”
***
I felt like Luke Skywalker selling his speeder when the man handed me a thousand dollars for my Mustang. Sure it was a few years old, but until I’d had the run in with the Hummer it had been pristine. But I didn’t argue. The thousand plus the money Sylar was going to get for his pocket full of gold would keep us going.
We’d split up, each going to a different car lot in the suburb of Richmond where they had a long line of dealerships. I met him three dealerships down where he was just pulling out of the lot with a mid-sized SUV. It wasn’t as pretty as my car, but we’d be more comfortable and blend in better.
“Get in,” he said with a grin as I gripped the door to pull myself up. I felt a tug of his power as he helped me along. “I traded plates with a different car on the way out, so it’ll be a long time before anyone can trace us if they make the connection. How did you do?”
“Just peachy.” I wasn’t happy. The Mustang was the first new car I’d bought, and now she was gone. “Let’s get out of here, so I can buy some clothes. I smell like I’m homeless. Oh wait I am homeless. Do you think the Petrellis had anything to do with the Feds coming after you?”
“It’s possible. Nathan is a senator now, and he hates me. I tortured his daughter when I took her power.”
“Tortured but didn’t kill? That should be worth something.”
“That’s what I think, but Nathan’s pig headed. He would have been a horrible older brother for me.”
“What power did you get from her?” I wanted to know about them all. “Don’t leave out any of the gory details.”
