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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacters: Sylar/OC and Angela
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1705
Part: 9/10
Prompt: Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony. 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
Part Eight
Sylar found the man through the internet. His ability to pry secrets out of the computer, beyond any firewalls was amazing. But I was getting used to being amazed by my brother. We’d taken a cab through New Orleans, leaving our car behind. We wouldn’t need it again.
The plan we’d worked out was dangerous. Luckily we had an endless source of money once again thanks to Sylar’s abilities. Between the gold and the now limitless bank accounts there wasn’t anything we couldn’t buy. Too bad neither one of us knew how to fly a plane.
I rubbed my thumb over the spot on my palm where a scar should have been. I couldn’t believe that I’d learned to heal like he did, so when I’d gone to shower I’d used his razor to open up my hand. Before the blood could run down the drain, my hand was good as new.
“What did you do?” Sylar wrapped his fingers around my wrist. He brushed his fingertips lightly over my lifeline. “Tested it didn’t you?”
“I had to.” I felt stupid. “Didn’t you?”
“No, I didn’t need to. Pulling a butcher knife out of my chest and living kind of sold me on it.”
“I think I like my test better.” The cab driver’s eyes were glued to the rearview mirror. It obvious he was listening to our conversation. “We are going to have to work on that telepathy project.”
Sylar’s eyes narrowed as he looked into the mirror at the driver. “I know where to find that. But one project at a time if you don’t mind.” The cab stopped with a jerk, and we climbed out quickly as Sylar shoved a handful of bills into the driver’s hand. It was triple the fare, and enough to keep his mouth shut about anything he’d heard. Not that anyone would have believed him.
The rail thin Asian woman who ran the shop looked up at us with a chubby cigar clamped between her teeth. She was dressed in layers of loud fabrics that hurt my eyes. We closed the door behind us; I stayed back, locking it while Sylar approached her. He leaned against the glass case and told her why we were there while sliding another wad of cash towards her.
“In back.” She snatched it up faster than a cobra could strike. “This is going to cost you plenty. You didn’t give me much notice.”
“We’re prepared to pay you whatever you want for the goods.” He waited for me to catch up before following her into the back of the shop. It was cluttered, boxes stacked high over head, and it felt like we were walking through a tunnel. I wanted to be nervous, but Sylar was too calm. I clung to his emotions using them to keep mine under control. “If they’re good enough.”
“I do excellent work.” She let out a snort. “The art will be just what you need, but you didn’t give me enough time for the security access.”
“Don’t worry about that. It’s the art we need. We’ll have someone else do the rest.” Someone else being him.
She slid open a secret panel, and brought us into another room. She had the whole set up including one of those cameras they used at the DMV. We both stood there in our prim and proper black suits while she snapped our pictures for the IDs. I leaned against the wall, while Sylar watched her put them together layer by layer.
When she was finished with mine, Sylar handed it to me. It was good, the lettering looked perfect, and my picture had the deer in the headlights, I’ve got a hangover look that the best IDs did. She even had the hologram layer in place. “I’ve seen more than a few of these, and she’s right. It’s good work. I think it’ll pass.”
“It will. Once the encoding’s in place, there’s no reason anyone would look for them to be fake. You’ve got the badges to go with these?” He asked her as she put the finishing touches on his card.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got your badges too.” She bent over behind her work table and opened up a safe. Inside she had a stack of various badges. She dug through the pile until she found what we needed. They were old and a bit scuffed up. We’d have to do the same with the ID cards. “You have the rest of my money?”
“Of course,” Sylar reached beneath his coat. If this was an action movie, I’d expect him to pull out a gun. Not that my brother needed a gun to kill. I was surprised when he handed her the rest of the money though. “We’ll find our own way out.”
***
I smoothed the fabric of my skirt. The hours on the plane had left wrinkles that would never come out. I hated looking sloppy, especially when I was trying to talk my way past Angela Petrelli’s security. Sylar was near by, invisible while I pushed up my glasses and did my best to bluff my way into the Manhattan house.
“I’m with Senator Petrelli’s office,” I told the drone at the door. He glanced at my face briefly, spending more time looking at the buttons of my plain gray silk blouse. I didn’t mind. In fact I was pushing him along making him focus his attention on me not the credentials he should have been reading.
I felt Sylar slip past me. He’d be talking to the security cameras by now, telling them not to take clear pictures of me. Angela Petrelli wouldn’t know what was coming, and this time I didn’t care if we left a high body count in our wake. They’d taken my father, and they were going to pay for it.
“Mrs. Petrelli is expecting you,” he said as he stepped out of my way. I felt his eyes on me as I walked through the door. I dropped my files, letting them spread over the pristine white tiles of the foyer, keeping my foot in the door so it was open long enough for my invisible brother to come in too. “Let me help you with that.”
Expecting me. “Thanks.”
My mouth was dry as he handed me the files. I clutched them close, and followed his gaze to the lioness’ den. “She’s in her office. It’s the first door on the left behind the stairs.”
Trap. This was a trap. My heart was pounding as I approached the door. The heels I was wearing clicked on the floor. As I raised my hand to knock on the door, I felt Sylar’s hand on the small of my back, and the brush of her face against mine. “It’s a trap.”
“I know,” he whispered. “But it’s still our game to win.”
“I wish I was as cocky as you are.” I pushed my glasses back up my nose and knocked.
“Come in, Rachel.” The door was opened by a slender woman; her dark hair was pinned up away from her distinguished face. She had dark eyes, with a predatory look in them. It was no wonder Sylar thought she was our mother. “You too, Gabriel.”
As I stepped into the room, Sylar closed the door behind me. I heard the locks engage in the windows and the door. I didn’t know if he did it or if she had. Angela Petrelli looked at me, giving me the once over from head to toe. Her eyes tightened at the corners when she looked into mine. She wasn’t afraid of me. She wasn’t afraid of either of us at all.
“You know who I am then?”
“Of course, dear. I know everything there is to know about you and your brother. Do stop hiding, Gabriel. It’s rude.” She walked over to a tea set that probably cost more than my house payment a month and poured out three cups. “It was only a matter of time before you came here. Nathan forced your hand.”
Sylar stepped out of the corner, shedding the invisibility to stand with Angela between us. “Where are your people, Angela?”
“I don’t have any people here to stop you, Gabriel. I’m glad you came. We need to talk.”
“Why would he want to talk to you after what you did?” I felt my anger bristling. Sylar was calm, taking his clues from her. I didn’t like the smug look on her face. “You’re just bait, lady. We’re trading you for our father.”
“Rachel, please take the tea and sit down.” She shoved the cup at me, while Gabriel took his. “I’m not going to hurt either one of you.” She looked up into Sylar’s eyes as she sat down, her ankles primly crossed. “Again. You’d know if I was lying. I think you both would.”
Taking a sip of the tea, I watched her while she actually gave him a gentle smile. “You like him. You really do like him.”
“Yes, dear, I do like Gabriel. He’s very special; although I’m not sure your father will be happy about what he’s convinced you to take part in.”
“Are you trying to make me feel guilty about protecting my family?” My teeth ground together. She was just being so nice. I felt like I was in court trying my own case with her the judge and jury.
“Rachel, we both know it’s not just about protecting your family. You’re doing it because you like it. Because it’s what you both are, but you see, dear.” She reached over and put one of her well manicured hands on the arm of my chair nearly close enough to touch me. “That’s what I like about you both. When I told Gabriel that I was disappointed in my sons, I wasn’t lying.”
“You want us to help you?” Sylar tilted his head to the side. I knew he was scanning her to see if she was telling us the truth, but I already knew she was.
“Yes, Gabriel.” She took her hand from my chair and placed it on his cheek. “I do need your help. Nathan must be stopped.”
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1705
Part: 9/10
Prompt: Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony. 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
Part Eight
Sylar found the man through the internet. His ability to pry secrets out of the computer, beyond any firewalls was amazing. But I was getting used to being amazed by my brother. We’d taken a cab through New Orleans, leaving our car behind. We wouldn’t need it again.
The plan we’d worked out was dangerous. Luckily we had an endless source of money once again thanks to Sylar’s abilities. Between the gold and the now limitless bank accounts there wasn’t anything we couldn’t buy. Too bad neither one of us knew how to fly a plane.
I rubbed my thumb over the spot on my palm where a scar should have been. I couldn’t believe that I’d learned to heal like he did, so when I’d gone to shower I’d used his razor to open up my hand. Before the blood could run down the drain, my hand was good as new.
“What did you do?” Sylar wrapped his fingers around my wrist. He brushed his fingertips lightly over my lifeline. “Tested it didn’t you?”
“I had to.” I felt stupid. “Didn’t you?”
“No, I didn’t need to. Pulling a butcher knife out of my chest and living kind of sold me on it.”
“I think I like my test better.” The cab driver’s eyes were glued to the rearview mirror. It obvious he was listening to our conversation. “We are going to have to work on that telepathy project.”
Sylar’s eyes narrowed as he looked into the mirror at the driver. “I know where to find that. But one project at a time if you don’t mind.” The cab stopped with a jerk, and we climbed out quickly as Sylar shoved a handful of bills into the driver’s hand. It was triple the fare, and enough to keep his mouth shut about anything he’d heard. Not that anyone would have believed him.
The rail thin Asian woman who ran the shop looked up at us with a chubby cigar clamped between her teeth. She was dressed in layers of loud fabrics that hurt my eyes. We closed the door behind us; I stayed back, locking it while Sylar approached her. He leaned against the glass case and told her why we were there while sliding another wad of cash towards her.
“In back.” She snatched it up faster than a cobra could strike. “This is going to cost you plenty. You didn’t give me much notice.”
“We’re prepared to pay you whatever you want for the goods.” He waited for me to catch up before following her into the back of the shop. It was cluttered, boxes stacked high over head, and it felt like we were walking through a tunnel. I wanted to be nervous, but Sylar was too calm. I clung to his emotions using them to keep mine under control. “If they’re good enough.”
“I do excellent work.” She let out a snort. “The art will be just what you need, but you didn’t give me enough time for the security access.”
“Don’t worry about that. It’s the art we need. We’ll have someone else do the rest.” Someone else being him.
She slid open a secret panel, and brought us into another room. She had the whole set up including one of those cameras they used at the DMV. We both stood there in our prim and proper black suits while she snapped our pictures for the IDs. I leaned against the wall, while Sylar watched her put them together layer by layer.
When she was finished with mine, Sylar handed it to me. It was good, the lettering looked perfect, and my picture had the deer in the headlights, I’ve got a hangover look that the best IDs did. She even had the hologram layer in place. “I’ve seen more than a few of these, and she’s right. It’s good work. I think it’ll pass.”
“It will. Once the encoding’s in place, there’s no reason anyone would look for them to be fake. You’ve got the badges to go with these?” He asked her as she put the finishing touches on his card.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got your badges too.” She bent over behind her work table and opened up a safe. Inside she had a stack of various badges. She dug through the pile until she found what we needed. They were old and a bit scuffed up. We’d have to do the same with the ID cards. “You have the rest of my money?”
“Of course,” Sylar reached beneath his coat. If this was an action movie, I’d expect him to pull out a gun. Not that my brother needed a gun to kill. I was surprised when he handed her the rest of the money though. “We’ll find our own way out.”
***
I smoothed the fabric of my skirt. The hours on the plane had left wrinkles that would never come out. I hated looking sloppy, especially when I was trying to talk my way past Angela Petrelli’s security. Sylar was near by, invisible while I pushed up my glasses and did my best to bluff my way into the Manhattan house.
“I’m with Senator Petrelli’s office,” I told the drone at the door. He glanced at my face briefly, spending more time looking at the buttons of my plain gray silk blouse. I didn’t mind. In fact I was pushing him along making him focus his attention on me not the credentials he should have been reading.
I felt Sylar slip past me. He’d be talking to the security cameras by now, telling them not to take clear pictures of me. Angela Petrelli wouldn’t know what was coming, and this time I didn’t care if we left a high body count in our wake. They’d taken my father, and they were going to pay for it.
“Mrs. Petrelli is expecting you,” he said as he stepped out of my way. I felt his eyes on me as I walked through the door. I dropped my files, letting them spread over the pristine white tiles of the foyer, keeping my foot in the door so it was open long enough for my invisible brother to come in too. “Let me help you with that.”
Expecting me. “Thanks.”
My mouth was dry as he handed me the files. I clutched them close, and followed his gaze to the lioness’ den. “She’s in her office. It’s the first door on the left behind the stairs.”
Trap. This was a trap. My heart was pounding as I approached the door. The heels I was wearing clicked on the floor. As I raised my hand to knock on the door, I felt Sylar’s hand on the small of my back, and the brush of her face against mine. “It’s a trap.”
“I know,” he whispered. “But it’s still our game to win.”
“I wish I was as cocky as you are.” I pushed my glasses back up my nose and knocked.
“Come in, Rachel.” The door was opened by a slender woman; her dark hair was pinned up away from her distinguished face. She had dark eyes, with a predatory look in them. It was no wonder Sylar thought she was our mother. “You too, Gabriel.”
As I stepped into the room, Sylar closed the door behind me. I heard the locks engage in the windows and the door. I didn’t know if he did it or if she had. Angela Petrelli looked at me, giving me the once over from head to toe. Her eyes tightened at the corners when she looked into mine. She wasn’t afraid of me. She wasn’t afraid of either of us at all.
“You know who I am then?”
“Of course, dear. I know everything there is to know about you and your brother. Do stop hiding, Gabriel. It’s rude.” She walked over to a tea set that probably cost more than my house payment a month and poured out three cups. “It was only a matter of time before you came here. Nathan forced your hand.”
Sylar stepped out of the corner, shedding the invisibility to stand with Angela between us. “Where are your people, Angela?”
“I don’t have any people here to stop you, Gabriel. I’m glad you came. We need to talk.”
“Why would he want to talk to you after what you did?” I felt my anger bristling. Sylar was calm, taking his clues from her. I didn’t like the smug look on her face. “You’re just bait, lady. We’re trading you for our father.”
“Rachel, please take the tea and sit down.” She shoved the cup at me, while Gabriel took his. “I’m not going to hurt either one of you.” She looked up into Sylar’s eyes as she sat down, her ankles primly crossed. “Again. You’d know if I was lying. I think you both would.”
Taking a sip of the tea, I watched her while she actually gave him a gentle smile. “You like him. You really do like him.”
“Yes, dear, I do like Gabriel. He’s very special; although I’m not sure your father will be happy about what he’s convinced you to take part in.”
“Are you trying to make me feel guilty about protecting my family?” My teeth ground together. She was just being so nice. I felt like I was in court trying my own case with her the judge and jury.
“Rachel, we both know it’s not just about protecting your family. You’re doing it because you like it. Because it’s what you both are, but you see, dear.” She reached over and put one of her well manicured hands on the arm of my chair nearly close enough to touch me. “That’s what I like about you both. When I told Gabriel that I was disappointed in my sons, I wasn’t lying.”
“You want us to help you?” Sylar tilted his head to the side. I knew he was scanning her to see if she was telling us the truth, but I already knew she was.
“Yes, Gabriel.” She took her hand from my chair and placed it on his cheek. “I do need your help. Nathan must be stopped.”
