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thewatchmaker) wrote2009-03-07 11:43 am
thewatchmaker) wrote2009-03-07 11:43 am
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A Different Shade of Gray - 10/10 Sylar/OC and others
Characters: Sylar/OC and others
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1881
Part: 10/10
Prompt: Down With the Sickness by Disturbed for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes: Sappy ending to my crack fic.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six - NOT WORK SAFE
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
It didn’t take superhuman hearing for me to know that a dozen guns were pointed at me. I stood before Senator Nathan Petrelli with my hands up. My heart was pounding hard enough that I could see it through my skin. Petrelli was nervous too. It gave him a rancid smell, and he wasn’t happy with me at all.
“Miss Gray.” He pulled off his dark glasses. “You’re late.”
“Something came up. Where’s my father?”
TWELVE HOURS AGO -
It was past the twenty-four hours that Petrelli had given me to trade Sylar for my father. My cell phone rang until the battery died, but I couldn’t pick it up without giving our location away. I was worried about my father, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. We were playing Angela Petrelli’s game now.
She was so smooth. The way she wrapped Gabriel around her finger made me sick. When she tried to slither her way into my soul, I pulled away as far as I could. Angela was playing him, and he didn’t seem to mind. I hated it. I hated her.
But I didn’t let on how very much.
We were somewhere outside of the city in another of Angela’s lairs. The spider queen had several of them. Apparently the Company died in name only. But then it wasn’t as if it was public to begin with.
The lab was cold and sterile. It was the kind of place I had nightmares about when I was a kid – when I first started to realize I wasn’t like everyone else. At least I was dressed in regular clothes and not a hospital gown or a straight jacket. When one of Angela’s lackeys tried to tape a conductor to my forehead, I sent enough of my fear into him to leave him shivering in the corner beating his head against the wall.
“No.” I rushed out of the room only to bump into my brother at the door. “No tests. None of this. How is this helping anything?”
“Shhh,” he said, brushing my hair from my eyes. His eyes were only for me. Not a single glance to the gibbering man in the corner. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”
“Then why are we doing this? What the hell does she want from us?” I was so angry, but I couldn’t turn it against him. The lab tech was already damaged. If I struck out at him again, I’d kill him, and I really didn’t want to kill anyone other than Nathan Petrelli – or his mother. Her I’d love to kill. It was tearing me up inside, trying to hold it back.
Finally I just let it go, focusing all my rage and frustration at the wall of monitors with a scream. Plastic, glass and wires exploded as the computers were torn apart. The acrid stink of electrical fires filled the air, and Sylar held up his hand to shield us from the flying debris from the carnage my anger had caused.
“Holy shit,” I whispered. Sylar had wrapped his arm around me tucking me behind him. “Did I just do that?”
“Very nice,” Angela’s voice was like the crack of a whip. “You are becoming more like your brother every minute.”
I wanted to tell her that if I was more like my brother, we’d be using her skull as a salad bowl by now, but I didn’t. “I guess I am. I’ve never been able to affect things before just people.”
“It’s a shame we won’t have time to train you.” She walked over to us, and then motioned for her people to take care of the tech. “Your skill level leaves a lot to be desired, but it should be good for an added surprise. I doubt Nathan or his people know quite what your abilities are.”
“They don’t know all that I can do either,” Sylar added. “Unless you’ve told them?”
“Why would I do that, Gabriel?” She folded her arms across her chest. “We all have the same goal.”
“Do we?” I said, easing out of his embrace. “We’re doing this to save our father. It’s not for your noble cause to protect the rest of the freak legion. But it still comes down to the end game, doesn’t it? We can’t kill Nathan.”
“Of course not, I don’t want my son dead.”
“Lady, we’re not keeping him alive for you.”
Gabriel put his hand on my shoulder. I could feel him trying to calm me down. Almost hearing his thoughts in my head, but not quite. “If we kill Nathan, he’ll prove his point about how dangerous we all are. We need to destroy his organization, Rachel. It’s not just about our father anymore.”
“So you’re going to play hero for her?” I found myself mirroring Angela’s cross armed stance, and quickly unfolded my arms. I wanted to be nothing like her, manipulative bitch.
“No, we’re going to play the hero, because sometimes we have to do the right thing. Isn’t that right, Angela?”
“We’ve passed the deal deadline.” My voice nearly cracked as I said it. “Do we even know what they’ll do with him now?”
“They’re being held in a building in Washington, DC,” Angela answered as she stepped through the debris to stand besides us.
“That’s not too bright is it?” Sylar said with a smirk. “Wouldn’t it be better to get them all out of the country, shoved off into some concentration camp like Guantanamo Bay?”
“He tried.” The Medusa smiled. “But Peter and Claire stopped them, and nearly all of the specials escaped.”
“I bet that pissed Nathan off, a lot.”
“Why don’t we just blow the whistle?” I followed them out of the lab and up a few levels in the underground building. “I’m sure CNN would love to know about what they’re up to.”
“We don’t need everyone on the planet hunting us, Rachel,” Angela said, dismissing my opinion.
“Then what do you suggest we do?”
TWELVE HOURS LATER –
“If you’re brother isn’t here, Rachel, I have no reason to honor our deal.” He was so smug. It was obvious he was Angela’s. “You didn’t bring Sylar. I don’t need to give you your father.”
“You are all so very stupid.” I took a step towards him. I didn’t miss the spots of red laser pointers that danced over me as I moved. “Did you really think I could bring him in here? Did you think he’d just volunteer to give his life up for a father he never knew? Did you think he’d do it for me?”
Petrelli opened his mouth to say something, but I silenced him with a glare and a bit of power. “You want Sylar because he’s dangerous. You have my father, who’s so harmless, I didn’t know he had an ability until Sylar came into our lives. Well I’m dangerous too, Senator. Would you like me to show you what I can do to you?”
“What you can do?” He took a step back panic all over his face. I grabbed the panic and spun it with the excitement and fear of the men surrounding us. Holding back as much as I could I sent the fear into Nathan Petrelli’s head. He stumbled, hands clamped over his eyes as the terror hit, his body wracked with sobs as he went down onto his knees.
I’d never been shot before, and I’m not too sure which hurt worse the bullets or the Taser fire.
“Rachel,” I heard Sylar’s voice through the fog, the touch of his lips brushing mine. It felt like every Monday morning of my life all rolled up into one, and I didn’t want to wake up. “Rachel, you need to fight off the drugs.”
“Drugs…” My tongue tasted like it belonged in someone else’s mouth, and someone had been in the morgue for a few weeks. Squeezing my eyes back shut against the sudden glare, I tried to sit up but Sylar held me down. “Explains a lot.”
“I found him, but we’ll have to work together to get him out.”
“Kind of the plan.” Our plan, not Angela’s. We’d tossed hers as soon as we were away from her. Neither of us trusted that she wasn’t giving us to Nathan gift wrapped. Now that I was awake it didn’t take long for the rest of the drugs to slip away. He let me sit up, and I swung my legs off the thin mattress until I was standing. Sylar was nowhere in sight, thanks to Mr. Invisible, but I could feel him there with me.
“How many of us are in here?” I ran my fingers through my hair, and grimaced at the ugly orange jumpsuit I was in. “Nice, were they sending me out to pick up trash on the freeway in this?”
“I’ve set the monitors to this room to loop. They won’t see that you’re up, and they can’t hear me talk to you.”
“They shot me. So they know I can regenerate.”
“But they don’t know anything else. They don’t know I’m here, and once I shut down their computer and security systems we’ll all be able to leave.”
“And live.” It took a few more seconds for all the feeling to come into my fingers and toes. Reaching out I found his hand and the warmth of it calmed me down. “How many of us are in here?”
“They haven’t done a very good job of rounding us up. There are ten including you and dad. The most dangerous are kept drugged like you were. We get them awake and let them go, and they’ll keep the guards busy while we take out their database.”
“Wasn’t it nice of Petrelli to provide us with so many distractions?” I mused as I headed for the door stepping over the body of the guard who had been watching over me, taking his gun and Taser on the way by.
“And canon fodder.” Sylar opened the door. The hallway was wide, a few guards were stationed down the way. Focusing on them, I went to knock them out, but Sylar was too much faster. One by one their heads whipped around with a loud snap as he used his telekinesis to break their necks. “If you leave them alive, they can come up behind us.”
“I know.” I swallowed hard.
“No guilt, remember…they brought this on themselves. All they had to do was leave us alone, all of us.”
TWENTYFOUR HOURS LATER –
“Dad, I’m going to miss you.” I wrapped my arms around his slender shoulders and gave him a long hug. We were minutes away from the Canadian border, and he had all the fake identification he’d need plus a bunch of money to start a new life. We’d made Angela Petrelli pay it to keep Nathan alive. Apparently the Spider Queen did love her oldest son. “I’ll come visit when I can.”
“Why don’t you come with me?” He didn’t understand. “You could start a new life too.”
“I already have.” Sylar was waiting near our car. He was giving me space to say good bye. “My place is with Gabriel. But you’ll see me again. I promise.”
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1881
Part: 10/10
Prompt: Down With the Sickness by Disturbed for
scifi_musesNotes: Sappy ending to my crack fic.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six - NOT WORK SAFE
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
It didn’t take superhuman hearing for me to know that a dozen guns were pointed at me. I stood before Senator Nathan Petrelli with my hands up. My heart was pounding hard enough that I could see it through my skin. Petrelli was nervous too. It gave him a rancid smell, and he wasn’t happy with me at all.
“Miss Gray.” He pulled off his dark glasses. “You’re late.”
“Something came up. Where’s my father?”
TWELVE HOURS AGO -
It was past the twenty-four hours that Petrelli had given me to trade Sylar for my father. My cell phone rang until the battery died, but I couldn’t pick it up without giving our location away. I was worried about my father, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. We were playing Angela Petrelli’s game now.
She was so smooth. The way she wrapped Gabriel around her finger made me sick. When she tried to slither her way into my soul, I pulled away as far as I could. Angela was playing him, and he didn’t seem to mind. I hated it. I hated her.
But I didn’t let on how very much.
We were somewhere outside of the city in another of Angela’s lairs. The spider queen had several of them. Apparently the Company died in name only. But then it wasn’t as if it was public to begin with.
The lab was cold and sterile. It was the kind of place I had nightmares about when I was a kid – when I first started to realize I wasn’t like everyone else. At least I was dressed in regular clothes and not a hospital gown or a straight jacket. When one of Angela’s lackeys tried to tape a conductor to my forehead, I sent enough of my fear into him to leave him shivering in the corner beating his head against the wall.
“No.” I rushed out of the room only to bump into my brother at the door. “No tests. None of this. How is this helping anything?”
“Shhh,” he said, brushing my hair from my eyes. His eyes were only for me. Not a single glance to the gibbering man in the corner. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”
“Then why are we doing this? What the hell does she want from us?” I was so angry, but I couldn’t turn it against him. The lab tech was already damaged. If I struck out at him again, I’d kill him, and I really didn’t want to kill anyone other than Nathan Petrelli – or his mother. Her I’d love to kill. It was tearing me up inside, trying to hold it back.
Finally I just let it go, focusing all my rage and frustration at the wall of monitors with a scream. Plastic, glass and wires exploded as the computers were torn apart. The acrid stink of electrical fires filled the air, and Sylar held up his hand to shield us from the flying debris from the carnage my anger had caused.
“Holy shit,” I whispered. Sylar had wrapped his arm around me tucking me behind him. “Did I just do that?”
“Very nice,” Angela’s voice was like the crack of a whip. “You are becoming more like your brother every minute.”
I wanted to tell her that if I was more like my brother, we’d be using her skull as a salad bowl by now, but I didn’t. “I guess I am. I’ve never been able to affect things before just people.”
“It’s a shame we won’t have time to train you.” She walked over to us, and then motioned for her people to take care of the tech. “Your skill level leaves a lot to be desired, but it should be good for an added surprise. I doubt Nathan or his people know quite what your abilities are.”
“They don’t know all that I can do either,” Sylar added. “Unless you’ve told them?”
“Why would I do that, Gabriel?” She folded her arms across her chest. “We all have the same goal.”
“Do we?” I said, easing out of his embrace. “We’re doing this to save our father. It’s not for your noble cause to protect the rest of the freak legion. But it still comes down to the end game, doesn’t it? We can’t kill Nathan.”
“Of course not, I don’t want my son dead.”
“Lady, we’re not keeping him alive for you.”
Gabriel put his hand on my shoulder. I could feel him trying to calm me down. Almost hearing his thoughts in my head, but not quite. “If we kill Nathan, he’ll prove his point about how dangerous we all are. We need to destroy his organization, Rachel. It’s not just about our father anymore.”
“So you’re going to play hero for her?” I found myself mirroring Angela’s cross armed stance, and quickly unfolded my arms. I wanted to be nothing like her, manipulative bitch.
“No, we’re going to play the hero, because sometimes we have to do the right thing. Isn’t that right, Angela?”
“We’ve passed the deal deadline.” My voice nearly cracked as I said it. “Do we even know what they’ll do with him now?”
“They’re being held in a building in Washington, DC,” Angela answered as she stepped through the debris to stand besides us.
“That’s not too bright is it?” Sylar said with a smirk. “Wouldn’t it be better to get them all out of the country, shoved off into some concentration camp like Guantanamo Bay?”
“He tried.” The Medusa smiled. “But Peter and Claire stopped them, and nearly all of the specials escaped.”
“I bet that pissed Nathan off, a lot.”
“Why don’t we just blow the whistle?” I followed them out of the lab and up a few levels in the underground building. “I’m sure CNN would love to know about what they’re up to.”
“We don’t need everyone on the planet hunting us, Rachel,” Angela said, dismissing my opinion.
“Then what do you suggest we do?”
TWELVE HOURS LATER –
“If you’re brother isn’t here, Rachel, I have no reason to honor our deal.” He was so smug. It was obvious he was Angela’s. “You didn’t bring Sylar. I don’t need to give you your father.”
“You are all so very stupid.” I took a step towards him. I didn’t miss the spots of red laser pointers that danced over me as I moved. “Did you really think I could bring him in here? Did you think he’d just volunteer to give his life up for a father he never knew? Did you think he’d do it for me?”
Petrelli opened his mouth to say something, but I silenced him with a glare and a bit of power. “You want Sylar because he’s dangerous. You have my father, who’s so harmless, I didn’t know he had an ability until Sylar came into our lives. Well I’m dangerous too, Senator. Would you like me to show you what I can do to you?”
“What you can do?” He took a step back panic all over his face. I grabbed the panic and spun it with the excitement and fear of the men surrounding us. Holding back as much as I could I sent the fear into Nathan Petrelli’s head. He stumbled, hands clamped over his eyes as the terror hit, his body wracked with sobs as he went down onto his knees.
I’d never been shot before, and I’m not too sure which hurt worse the bullets or the Taser fire.
“Rachel,” I heard Sylar’s voice through the fog, the touch of his lips brushing mine. It felt like every Monday morning of my life all rolled up into one, and I didn’t want to wake up. “Rachel, you need to fight off the drugs.”
“Drugs…” My tongue tasted like it belonged in someone else’s mouth, and someone had been in the morgue for a few weeks. Squeezing my eyes back shut against the sudden glare, I tried to sit up but Sylar held me down. “Explains a lot.”
“I found him, but we’ll have to work together to get him out.”
“Kind of the plan.” Our plan, not Angela’s. We’d tossed hers as soon as we were away from her. Neither of us trusted that she wasn’t giving us to Nathan gift wrapped. Now that I was awake it didn’t take long for the rest of the drugs to slip away. He let me sit up, and I swung my legs off the thin mattress until I was standing. Sylar was nowhere in sight, thanks to Mr. Invisible, but I could feel him there with me.
“How many of us are in here?” I ran my fingers through my hair, and grimaced at the ugly orange jumpsuit I was in. “Nice, were they sending me out to pick up trash on the freeway in this?”
“I’ve set the monitors to this room to loop. They won’t see that you’re up, and they can’t hear me talk to you.”
“They shot me. So they know I can regenerate.”
“But they don’t know anything else. They don’t know I’m here, and once I shut down their computer and security systems we’ll all be able to leave.”
“And live.” It took a few more seconds for all the feeling to come into my fingers and toes. Reaching out I found his hand and the warmth of it calmed me down. “How many of us are in here?”
“They haven’t done a very good job of rounding us up. There are ten including you and dad. The most dangerous are kept drugged like you were. We get them awake and let them go, and they’ll keep the guards busy while we take out their database.”
“Wasn’t it nice of Petrelli to provide us with so many distractions?” I mused as I headed for the door stepping over the body of the guard who had been watching over me, taking his gun and Taser on the way by.
“And canon fodder.” Sylar opened the door. The hallway was wide, a few guards were stationed down the way. Focusing on them, I went to knock them out, but Sylar was too much faster. One by one their heads whipped around with a loud snap as he used his telekinesis to break their necks. “If you leave them alive, they can come up behind us.”
“I know.” I swallowed hard.
“No guilt, remember…they brought this on themselves. All they had to do was leave us alone, all of us.”
TWENTYFOUR HOURS LATER –
“Dad, I’m going to miss you.” I wrapped my arms around his slender shoulders and gave him a long hug. We were minutes away from the Canadian border, and he had all the fake identification he’d need plus a bunch of money to start a new life. We’d made Angela Petrelli pay it to keep Nathan alive. Apparently the Spider Queen did love her oldest son. “I’ll come visit when I can.”
“Why don’t you come with me?” He didn’t understand. “You could start a new life too.”
“I already have.” Sylar was waiting near our car. He was giving me space to say good bye. “My place is with Gabriel. But you’ll see me again. I promise.”