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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacters: Sylar/OC and Nathan
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1553
Part: 8/10
Prompt: Death on Two Legs for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes: More of my crack fic.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six - NOT WORK SAFE
Part Seven
“Rachel.” Sylar was sitting besides me on the bed, and I woke to the touch of a soft washcloth and warm water on my shoulder. A trickle of the water ran down my back and made me shiver.
“I’m up. I’m up. What are you doing?”
“I bit you.” He ran his fingertips lightly over the spot.
“I know. I was there, remember?” I smiled over my shoulder at him. He was grinning from ear to ear, and it wasn’t concern that I was reading from him. “It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt. Now.”
“You healed.”
“No, I didn’t.” I reached over my shoulder to feel the spot. It was smooth, and it didn’t hurt at all. “You probably didn’t bite as hard as you thought you did.”
He held up the washcloth. It was stained with blood. My blood soaked into the crisp white fabric. “No, you healed. You adapted.”
“But I wasn’t even trying.” I rolled over onto my back, holding the bloody cloth up into the sunlight. “I wonder when it happened. Hell I’d like to know how it happened.”
“I don’t know.” He smoothed my hair away from my face. “But of all the things I can do, that’s the one I wanted you to learn the most. Now I don’t have to worry about you getting killed around me.”
“That had crossed my mind.” I sat up on my elbows and scooted back against the headboard, drawing my knees up. “It really was the most important thing for me to learn. God, this means I can do it. Just need to figure out how. Maybe I just needed to relax or be around you long enough. I guess it doesn’t matter.”
My cell phone rang. The Grinch’s theme song from the old cartoon. It was the ring tone I had just for dad. Before I could climb out of the bed, Sylar levitated the phone from the coffee table over to me. Hope I learned that one too. “Dad.”
“Miss Gray,” I didn’t recognize the voice on the other end. “Hope you don’t mind me calling you direct. Your father said this was your number.”
“Where is my father?” I climbed out of the bed, the phone tucked against my ear. I checked the display. The call was from my dad’s phone. “What do you want?”
“You know what I want, Rachel. Can I call you Rachel?”
“That depends. Who are you?”
“I’m Nathan Petrelli, Rachel. We have your father. We don’t want him. We want your brother.”
“I bet you do.” I felt Sylar walk up behind me. He was worried. I was pissed. “So let me get this straight, Senator. You want me to trade my brother for my father? Then what happens, dad and I get a free pass?”
As the words fell from my lips, I felt the walls go up around Sylar’s emotions. He was bracing himself. Preparing for me to do what every other family member or supposed family member had ever done to him. He was waiting for me to sell him out.
“That’s right. You and your father will go free.” I didn’t need to be able to read Petrelli’s emotions to know he was lying to me.
“How much time do I have to think about this.” I turned to look at Sylar. He wouldn’t meet my gaze as he started getting dressed. “I’m…well, I’m sure you know where we are by now.”
“Yes, we know you’re in New Orleans. And we know what Sylar did down there too. You won’t have to worry about prosecution. We know you wouldn’t help him murder a child.”
“You have no idea what I’m capable of, Senator. How long do I have to decide?”
“A day, Rachel. I’ll give you twenty-four hours to turn Sylar over to me before you never see your father again. You can reach me on this number when you have your answer. I’m sure you know the number.” Petrelli hung up before I could.
My grip on the phone tightened. I could feel the plastic threatening to break, so dropped it onto the plush carpet. Tears of anger were running down my face. There I was, naked in a New Orleans hotel room being asked to trade my brother, my twin brother, for my father.
“So they have your father.” It wasn’t a question. “And you’re going to trade me for him. I can’t let you do that, Rachel.”
“No, I’m not going to do it. I am not going to play their game. His game. That was Nathan Petrelli. He’s the one who’s been after you. After us and everyone else like us.”
“Nathan? Really?” Sylar’s eyes were still cold when he looked at me. It was as if all the time we’d spent bonding together hadn’t happened at all. “I didn’t think he had it in him. His mother was so disappointed in him.”
“Sylar, Gabriel.” I went to him, dropping onto my knees in front of him. Placing my hands on his knees, I looked up into those cold, cold eyes. “You know I’m not lying. I’m not going to make the trade. I love you. Dad will understand.”
“I know you’re not lying, Rachel.” He almost reached out to touch me, but stopped at the last second. It would have hurt less if he’d sent me flying across the room. “But will you regret it later? He’s your father.”
“He’s our father, Sylar. But no, I know being with you is where I belong. We’ve still got years to make up for. Unless you want me to do it?” I rocked back onto my heels, reaching for his shirt on the floor and pulled it on. “Do you want me to give you to them, Sylar?”
“It is an option. Think of the damage I could do there.” He licked his lips and got up to pace. Pacing seemed to be genetic, we all did it. He was angry, but his wasn’t running hot like mine. His anger was cold. It was practical. “This isn’t exactly a fair deal, is it?”
“No, not really.” I felt better with his shirt wrapped around me. I got up and went to stand beside him as he opened up my laptop. “How could he expect me to choose between the two of you?”
“Because he thinks you’re like one of them, the Petrellis. They’d sell each other out in half a heartbeat. I know. They adopted me for awhile.”
“Well I’m not going to do it.”
“If you won’t give him me, then you’ll have to find someone else to trade.” He placed his fingers on the keys of the laptop without typing a single letter. Images of the Petrelli family started filling the screen. There was Nathan Petrelli, his ex-wife, his children. There was Peter, the one who was like Gabriel, sort of. Then there was their mother, Angela. “He wants to play dirty. Then we play dirty too.”
“We take someone special to him to trade for dad. I like it.” I read over the details of each of them. “Peter is powerless now. That would make him easy. But I remember the good Senator’s campaign in New York. He threw his brother under the bus more than once. He is a prick.” I placed my hands on Sylar’s shoulder and kissed him on the corner of the mouth. “And I’m going to love destroying him. You do not mess with my family.”
“It’s funny isn’t it?” He leaned his head against my arm. “We’ve only been family for a short time, but we’d never do to each other what they’ve done. They feed on their own.”
“Imagine that. The serial killers are better people than they are.”
“You’re not a serial killer.”
“Yet,” I pointed out with a grin. “I’m at the least an accessory to murder. Makes me just as guilty as you are if we cared about that anymore. So which one do we use?”
“You’re right about him ditching Peter, although he showed up at Kirby Plaza to save him and New York. I didn’t get all the details though, since I was dying at the time. But ever since then, Nathan’s dumped his wife, his kids and then there was the mess with his father coming back from the dead. I enjoyed killing that lying bastard. We’re lucky he didn’t do to me what he did to Peter.”
“So Peter’s not the prize. I want to go after Angela. Not because Nathan loves her, mind you. I want to go after Angela Petrelli to make her sorry for hurting you.” I ran my fingers through his thick dark hair and kissed the top of his head. “That’ll kill two birds with one stone. We make her suffer, and we get dad back.”
“I’ll see what I can do about getting us back to New York.” He started accessing the travel sites on the computer. “Getting through airport security will be our only problem if we fly.”
“We’ll find a way. Petrelli has no idea who he’s messing with. He thinks I’m your victim. He doesn’t know I’m your partner. This is going to be fun.” I could see his wolf like grin reflected in the laptop screen. “I’ll go pack.”
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1553
Part: 8/10
Prompt: Death on Two Legs for
scifi_musesNotes: More of my crack fic.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six - NOT WORK SAFE
Part Seven
“Rachel.” Sylar was sitting besides me on the bed, and I woke to the touch of a soft washcloth and warm water on my shoulder. A trickle of the water ran down my back and made me shiver.
“I’m up. I’m up. What are you doing?”
“I bit you.” He ran his fingertips lightly over the spot.
“I know. I was there, remember?” I smiled over my shoulder at him. He was grinning from ear to ear, and it wasn’t concern that I was reading from him. “It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt. Now.”
“You healed.”
“No, I didn’t.” I reached over my shoulder to feel the spot. It was smooth, and it didn’t hurt at all. “You probably didn’t bite as hard as you thought you did.”
He held up the washcloth. It was stained with blood. My blood soaked into the crisp white fabric. “No, you healed. You adapted.”
“But I wasn’t even trying.” I rolled over onto my back, holding the bloody cloth up into the sunlight. “I wonder when it happened. Hell I’d like to know how it happened.”
“I don’t know.” He smoothed my hair away from my face. “But of all the things I can do, that’s the one I wanted you to learn the most. Now I don’t have to worry about you getting killed around me.”
“That had crossed my mind.” I sat up on my elbows and scooted back against the headboard, drawing my knees up. “It really was the most important thing for me to learn. God, this means I can do it. Just need to figure out how. Maybe I just needed to relax or be around you long enough. I guess it doesn’t matter.”
My cell phone rang. The Grinch’s theme song from the old cartoon. It was the ring tone I had just for dad. Before I could climb out of the bed, Sylar levitated the phone from the coffee table over to me. Hope I learned that one too. “Dad.”
“Miss Gray,” I didn’t recognize the voice on the other end. “Hope you don’t mind me calling you direct. Your father said this was your number.”
“Where is my father?” I climbed out of the bed, the phone tucked against my ear. I checked the display. The call was from my dad’s phone. “What do you want?”
“You know what I want, Rachel. Can I call you Rachel?”
“That depends. Who are you?”
“I’m Nathan Petrelli, Rachel. We have your father. We don’t want him. We want your brother.”
“I bet you do.” I felt Sylar walk up behind me. He was worried. I was pissed. “So let me get this straight, Senator. You want me to trade my brother for my father? Then what happens, dad and I get a free pass?”
As the words fell from my lips, I felt the walls go up around Sylar’s emotions. He was bracing himself. Preparing for me to do what every other family member or supposed family member had ever done to him. He was waiting for me to sell him out.
“That’s right. You and your father will go free.” I didn’t need to be able to read Petrelli’s emotions to know he was lying to me.
“How much time do I have to think about this.” I turned to look at Sylar. He wouldn’t meet my gaze as he started getting dressed. “I’m…well, I’m sure you know where we are by now.”
“Yes, we know you’re in New Orleans. And we know what Sylar did down there too. You won’t have to worry about prosecution. We know you wouldn’t help him murder a child.”
“You have no idea what I’m capable of, Senator. How long do I have to decide?”
“A day, Rachel. I’ll give you twenty-four hours to turn Sylar over to me before you never see your father again. You can reach me on this number when you have your answer. I’m sure you know the number.” Petrelli hung up before I could.
My grip on the phone tightened. I could feel the plastic threatening to break, so dropped it onto the plush carpet. Tears of anger were running down my face. There I was, naked in a New Orleans hotel room being asked to trade my brother, my twin brother, for my father.
“So they have your father.” It wasn’t a question. “And you’re going to trade me for him. I can’t let you do that, Rachel.”
“No, I’m not going to do it. I am not going to play their game. His game. That was Nathan Petrelli. He’s the one who’s been after you. After us and everyone else like us.”
“Nathan? Really?” Sylar’s eyes were still cold when he looked at me. It was as if all the time we’d spent bonding together hadn’t happened at all. “I didn’t think he had it in him. His mother was so disappointed in him.”
“Sylar, Gabriel.” I went to him, dropping onto my knees in front of him. Placing my hands on his knees, I looked up into those cold, cold eyes. “You know I’m not lying. I’m not going to make the trade. I love you. Dad will understand.”
“I know you’re not lying, Rachel.” He almost reached out to touch me, but stopped at the last second. It would have hurt less if he’d sent me flying across the room. “But will you regret it later? He’s your father.”
“He’s our father, Sylar. But no, I know being with you is where I belong. We’ve still got years to make up for. Unless you want me to do it?” I rocked back onto my heels, reaching for his shirt on the floor and pulled it on. “Do you want me to give you to them, Sylar?”
“It is an option. Think of the damage I could do there.” He licked his lips and got up to pace. Pacing seemed to be genetic, we all did it. He was angry, but his wasn’t running hot like mine. His anger was cold. It was practical. “This isn’t exactly a fair deal, is it?”
“No, not really.” I felt better with his shirt wrapped around me. I got up and went to stand beside him as he opened up my laptop. “How could he expect me to choose between the two of you?”
“Because he thinks you’re like one of them, the Petrellis. They’d sell each other out in half a heartbeat. I know. They adopted me for awhile.”
“Well I’m not going to do it.”
“If you won’t give him me, then you’ll have to find someone else to trade.” He placed his fingers on the keys of the laptop without typing a single letter. Images of the Petrelli family started filling the screen. There was Nathan Petrelli, his ex-wife, his children. There was Peter, the one who was like Gabriel, sort of. Then there was their mother, Angela. “He wants to play dirty. Then we play dirty too.”
“We take someone special to him to trade for dad. I like it.” I read over the details of each of them. “Peter is powerless now. That would make him easy. But I remember the good Senator’s campaign in New York. He threw his brother under the bus more than once. He is a prick.” I placed my hands on Sylar’s shoulder and kissed him on the corner of the mouth. “And I’m going to love destroying him. You do not mess with my family.”
“It’s funny isn’t it?” He leaned his head against my arm. “We’ve only been family for a short time, but we’d never do to each other what they’ve done. They feed on their own.”
“Imagine that. The serial killers are better people than they are.”
“You’re not a serial killer.”
“Yet,” I pointed out with a grin. “I’m at the least an accessory to murder. Makes me just as guilty as you are if we cared about that anymore. So which one do we use?”
“You’re right about him ditching Peter, although he showed up at Kirby Plaza to save him and New York. I didn’t get all the details though, since I was dying at the time. But ever since then, Nathan’s dumped his wife, his kids and then there was the mess with his father coming back from the dead. I enjoyed killing that lying bastard. We’re lucky he didn’t do to me what he did to Peter.”
“So Peter’s not the prize. I want to go after Angela. Not because Nathan loves her, mind you. I want to go after Angela Petrelli to make her sorry for hurting you.” I ran my fingers through his thick dark hair and kissed the top of his head. “That’ll kill two birds with one stone. We make her suffer, and we get dad back.”
“I’ll see what I can do about getting us back to New York.” He started accessing the travel sites on the computer. “Getting through airport security will be our only problem if we fly.”
“We’ll find a way. Petrelli has no idea who he’s messing with. He thinks I’m your victim. He doesn’t know I’m your partner. This is going to be fun.” I could see his wolf like grin reflected in the laptop screen. “I’ll go pack.”
