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thewatchmaker
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Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 497
Rating: PG
Prompts:
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040. Casting eyes. for100_fairytales 34/100
Notes: A little after the Wall quality time for the boys.
The Jets were losing. It shouldn’t have been possible. I’d read all the team news. Studied their strategy and gone over their play book when I’d slipped into the training facility while Peter was at work. That’d been fun. It was like the old days when I’d go hunting. I dressed in a security guard's ugly jacket, hung an ID badge around my neck, and no one thought a thing.
I could have shape shifted, but I try not to use that power anymore. I don’t like what it does to me physically or mentally. I like who I am now. Better yet Peter likes who I am, so no more wearing other people’s skin. Besides I’m a great actor. I always have been. I conned so many suckers over the years. My favorite will always be my little game with Bennet’s wife.
“What’s that smug look on your face for?” Peter asked, nudging me with his boney elbow as I slumped down in my seat. “Our team is losing.”
“I am aware of that.” I smirked, and then winced when the quarterback was sacked. “Son of a bitch! Come on!” I wasn’t the only one in the stands swearing and glaring as the opposition postured and congratulated themselves on the field. “I’m surprised you noticed my expression or how the game is going.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He sat up, turning toward me. I swear he had to force his eyes away from the line of cheerleaders on the other side of the field. I could almost hear a rubber band snap as Peter focused on me instead of the procession of plastic princesses.
“The cheerleaders, Peter, you’ve spent three quarters of the game watching them.”
“So you’ve spent the entire game watching me supposedly watching them?” He scoffed. “I thought you wanted to come here? I mean we spent good money on these tickets.”
“Don’t you dare turn this into my problem. It’s not my fault they’re losing.”
“Besides they’re all the way over there. I can’t see any details. Hell I don’t even know how many girls are on the squad.” His hands were moving almost as fast as his mouth while he scrambled to cover getting caught.
“You’re not watching all the girls, just the six on the right hand side,” I pointed out, narrowing my eyes at him. “Which power are you holding? Did you take my distance vision?”
Peter slipped back down in his seat. “Yeah I did. I wanted it to watch the game. That’s what you’re doing, isn’t it? As for the cheerleaders I’m only looking not touching.”
I looked him in the eyes. “Same goes for me. I’m looking at you, and I’m not touching either.”
“Why are you being such a dick, Sylar?”
“Because I can be.” I could feel the heat coming off of him as his temper flared. Sure I was a little jealous, but I wasn’t serious. Christ I loved pissing him off.
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12 Days of Sylar
100 Fairytales
Author:
thewatchmaker Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 497
Rating: PG
Prompts:
On the Sixth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me – Six Cheerleaders Dancing. for
heroes_sylar040. Casting eyes. for
100_fairytales 34/100Notes: A little after the Wall quality time for the boys.
The Jets were losing. It shouldn’t have been possible. I’d read all the team news. Studied their strategy and gone over their play book when I’d slipped into the training facility while Peter was at work. That’d been fun. It was like the old days when I’d go hunting. I dressed in a security guard's ugly jacket, hung an ID badge around my neck, and no one thought a thing.
I could have shape shifted, but I try not to use that power anymore. I don’t like what it does to me physically or mentally. I like who I am now. Better yet Peter likes who I am, so no more wearing other people’s skin. Besides I’m a great actor. I always have been. I conned so many suckers over the years. My favorite will always be my little game with Bennet’s wife.
“What’s that smug look on your face for?” Peter asked, nudging me with his boney elbow as I slumped down in my seat. “Our team is losing.”
“I am aware of that.” I smirked, and then winced when the quarterback was sacked. “Son of a bitch! Come on!” I wasn’t the only one in the stands swearing and glaring as the opposition postured and congratulated themselves on the field. “I’m surprised you noticed my expression or how the game is going.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He sat up, turning toward me. I swear he had to force his eyes away from the line of cheerleaders on the other side of the field. I could almost hear a rubber band snap as Peter focused on me instead of the procession of plastic princesses.
“The cheerleaders, Peter, you’ve spent three quarters of the game watching them.”
“So you’ve spent the entire game watching me supposedly watching them?” He scoffed. “I thought you wanted to come here? I mean we spent good money on these tickets.”
“Don’t you dare turn this into my problem. It’s not my fault they’re losing.”
“Besides they’re all the way over there. I can’t see any details. Hell I don’t even know how many girls are on the squad.” His hands were moving almost as fast as his mouth while he scrambled to cover getting caught.
“You’re not watching all the girls, just the six on the right hand side,” I pointed out, narrowing my eyes at him. “Which power are you holding? Did you take my distance vision?”
Peter slipped back down in his seat. “Yeah I did. I wanted it to watch the game. That’s what you’re doing, isn’t it? As for the cheerleaders I’m only looking not touching.”
I looked him in the eyes. “Same goes for me. I’m looking at you, and I’m not touching either.”
“Why are you being such a dick, Sylar?”
“Because I can be.” I could feel the heat coming off of him as his temper flared. Sure I was a little jealous, but I wasn’t serious. Christ I loved pissing him off.
Comments to my LJ, please. Thanks for reading.
12 Days of Sylar
100 Fairytales
