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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 9/ 100 word drabbles
Rating: all work safe
Notes: featuring Peter, Gabriel, Lydia, Mohinder
Baggage – Sylar/Gabriel
“You’re packing too much, Gabe.” I watched while he shoved yet another package of underwear into his over filled suitcase. “It’s only three days.”
“Sylar.” He gave me that look mom always did when she was about to tell me I was wrong. “Just because you traveled from one end of the country and back with one pair of jeans and no underwear doesn’t mean I want to.”
“I had underwear.” I frowned, looking down at my single bag. “I know how to travel light.”
“How much?”
“I had enough.”
“Two pairs you wash in the sink is not enough.”
Summer Sport – Sylar/Peter
“Don’t you dare, Sylar!” Peter hooked me in the ribs with his elbow, and I dropped my hand back onto the armrest. “No cheating.”
“I wasn’t going to cheat, Peter. I was going to scratch my nose.”
“You were not. You were going to use telekinesis to help the pitcher.” He was pissed. Apparently baseball is serious business for Peter Petrelli. “I’ll scratch your nose.”
“Gee I should have told you I was going to scratch my balls then, huh?” I was laughing too hard from the look on his face to notice the ball sailing out of the park.
Broken Clock
Shadows shifted across the living room floor. I could hear the sound of snoring echoing loudly from the bedrooms upstairs. Chandra’s list was neatly folded in my back pocket. Saliva pooled as I thought about the power that would be mine very, very soon. It’d been weeks since Brian, and I wanted more.
I was three steps up when it got my attention, the carriage clock ticking in a broken rhythm on the mantel, calling out for me to find out what was wrong with it. “I’ll be back for you on my way out. I’ll take you with me.”
Ferris Wheel – Sylar/Lydia
She laced our fingers together, and I had a hard time paying attention to the view or the clicking of the Ferris Wheel’s gears because of the ink flowing over Lydia’s skin. We moved higher, and her grip tightened.
“Don’t be scared.”
“I’m not.” I thought I would be. I’d been afraid to get on the ride, but instead the height made me feel better. I was safe up here above the lights and the tents. “It feels like I’m flying.”
Lydia pressed her lips over mine in a long kiss. “I promise to make you like solid ground too.”
Berries
The colors and texture reminded me of the mixed berry pie I had a few weeks ago at the diner. It was warm and stuck to my fingers. It didn’t smell as good of course. It smelled of copper and death, but I did like the taste of the blood it on my fingers when I brought my thumbnail to my mouth to worry at it.
“I’m afraid I can’t fix you, Brian, but I think I’ve figured out how to fix me.” I pushed my fingers back into his brain, and smiled when I found what made him special.
Hermit Crab
I looked in the mirror, being extra careful to get my hair to lay just right. Mom would see the difference in me if I wasn’t careful, and I needed her to see Gabriel. I felt like a hermit crab, trading one shell for the next as I pulled on Gabe’s brown cord jacket instead of my black pea coat.
That’s when I heard them in the studio. The sound of two hearts beating, but when I looked they were gone. It’s not paranoia if they are out to get you. There were lots of people out to get me.
Palm Tree
I tried to convince myself the jungle had been worse with the humidity, the buzzing mosquitoes, the spiders that were bigger than my hand, but at least there, there had been shade.
The desert was an endless gravel pit of beige sand. Not oasis filled with palm trees and cool water was waiting for me. No genie’s lamp was waiting for me to polish. There were no wishes for Sylar.
When my bare feet cut and burning from the heat hit the asphalt I thought I’d found heaven, I was on a road. A road meant civilization. It meant hope.
Clandestine
The window popped open with a bit of telekinesis, and I slithered into the office without a sound. My eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light from the few glowing bulbs in the ceiling. It could hear the click of someone typing away at a keyboard, but they were too far away to notice me.
Security wouldn’t be here for another 15 minutes. I had plenty of time. Using my super hearing and more telekinesis, I unlocked the safe like a pro. Inside I found stacks of cash and the folder I was looking for. I took all of it.
Stupid People
My fingers dug into his scalp as I slammed his face into the desk one more time. “Now you are going to give me the password for your laptop, or I’m going to smear your guts from one end of this apartment to the other.”
“Then you won’t get it, Mr. Sylar.” Mohinder spat blood at me. “I won’t help you kill those people.”
“Do you know what the difference is between a hero from a fantasy book with knights in shining armor, Mohinder and someone like you who thinks you can make a difference? You’re too stupid to live.”
Cake
It was moist, fluffy with strawberry filling. The only way it could have been better was if the cake had been chocolate. But then murderers can’t be choosers. The blood from my fingers did blend nicely with the filling and contrast with the white cake.
“What do you think, Sue?” I frowned she didn’t answer and shoved a bite of her birthday cake into her mouth. “There now try some.”
Her coworkers were huddled in the corner, shaking and pissing unable to move while I held them with telekinesis. “I’m afraid you can’t have any.”
Their blood was pretty too.
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 9/ 100 word drabbles
Rating: all work safe
Notes: featuring Peter, Gabriel, Lydia, Mohinder
Baggage – Sylar/Gabriel
“You’re packing too much, Gabe.” I watched while he shoved yet another package of underwear into his over filled suitcase. “It’s only three days.”
“Sylar.” He gave me that look mom always did when she was about to tell me I was wrong. “Just because you traveled from one end of the country and back with one pair of jeans and no underwear doesn’t mean I want to.”
“I had underwear.” I frowned, looking down at my single bag. “I know how to travel light.”
“How much?”
“I had enough.”
“Two pairs you wash in the sink is not enough.”
Summer Sport – Sylar/Peter
“Don’t you dare, Sylar!” Peter hooked me in the ribs with his elbow, and I dropped my hand back onto the armrest. “No cheating.”
“I wasn’t going to cheat, Peter. I was going to scratch my nose.”
“You were not. You were going to use telekinesis to help the pitcher.” He was pissed. Apparently baseball is serious business for Peter Petrelli. “I’ll scratch your nose.”
“Gee I should have told you I was going to scratch my balls then, huh?” I was laughing too hard from the look on his face to notice the ball sailing out of the park.
Broken Clock
Shadows shifted across the living room floor. I could hear the sound of snoring echoing loudly from the bedrooms upstairs. Chandra’s list was neatly folded in my back pocket. Saliva pooled as I thought about the power that would be mine very, very soon. It’d been weeks since Brian, and I wanted more.
I was three steps up when it got my attention, the carriage clock ticking in a broken rhythm on the mantel, calling out for me to find out what was wrong with it. “I’ll be back for you on my way out. I’ll take you with me.”
Ferris Wheel – Sylar/Lydia
She laced our fingers together, and I had a hard time paying attention to the view or the clicking of the Ferris Wheel’s gears because of the ink flowing over Lydia’s skin. We moved higher, and her grip tightened.
“Don’t be scared.”
“I’m not.” I thought I would be. I’d been afraid to get on the ride, but instead the height made me feel better. I was safe up here above the lights and the tents. “It feels like I’m flying.”
Lydia pressed her lips over mine in a long kiss. “I promise to make you like solid ground too.”
Berries
The colors and texture reminded me of the mixed berry pie I had a few weeks ago at the diner. It was warm and stuck to my fingers. It didn’t smell as good of course. It smelled of copper and death, but I did like the taste of the blood it on my fingers when I brought my thumbnail to my mouth to worry at it.
“I’m afraid I can’t fix you, Brian, but I think I’ve figured out how to fix me.” I pushed my fingers back into his brain, and smiled when I found what made him special.
Hermit Crab
I looked in the mirror, being extra careful to get my hair to lay just right. Mom would see the difference in me if I wasn’t careful, and I needed her to see Gabriel. I felt like a hermit crab, trading one shell for the next as I pulled on Gabe’s brown cord jacket instead of my black pea coat.
That’s when I heard them in the studio. The sound of two hearts beating, but when I looked they were gone. It’s not paranoia if they are out to get you. There were lots of people out to get me.
Palm Tree
I tried to convince myself the jungle had been worse with the humidity, the buzzing mosquitoes, the spiders that were bigger than my hand, but at least there, there had been shade.
The desert was an endless gravel pit of beige sand. Not oasis filled with palm trees and cool water was waiting for me. No genie’s lamp was waiting for me to polish. There were no wishes for Sylar.
When my bare feet cut and burning from the heat hit the asphalt I thought I’d found heaven, I was on a road. A road meant civilization. It meant hope.
Clandestine
The window popped open with a bit of telekinesis, and I slithered into the office without a sound. My eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light from the few glowing bulbs in the ceiling. It could hear the click of someone typing away at a keyboard, but they were too far away to notice me.
Security wouldn’t be here for another 15 minutes. I had plenty of time. Using my super hearing and more telekinesis, I unlocked the safe like a pro. Inside I found stacks of cash and the folder I was looking for. I took all of it.
Stupid People
My fingers dug into his scalp as I slammed his face into the desk one more time. “Now you are going to give me the password for your laptop, or I’m going to smear your guts from one end of this apartment to the other.”
“Then you won’t get it, Mr. Sylar.” Mohinder spat blood at me. “I won’t help you kill those people.”
“Do you know what the difference is between a hero from a fantasy book with knights in shining armor, Mohinder and someone like you who thinks you can make a difference? You’re too stupid to live.”
Cake
It was moist, fluffy with strawberry filling. The only way it could have been better was if the cake had been chocolate. But then murderers can’t be choosers. The blood from my fingers did blend nicely with the filling and contrast with the white cake.
“What do you think, Sue?” I frowned she didn’t answer and shoved a bite of her birthday cake into her mouth. “There now try some.”
Her coworkers were huddled in the corner, shaking and pissing unable to move while I held them with telekinesis. “I’m afraid you can’t have any.”
Their blood was pretty too.
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