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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar and Mohinder
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1050
Rating: PG
Prompts:
On the Eigth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Eight Solemn Prayers - for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
heroes_sylar
#062 Keeping Up Appearances for100_fairytales 35/100
Notes: Missing scene on the way to see Dale Smither in Montana. Episode - Unexpected.
He was so eager. His big brown eyes were moist and bright like a puppy’s. I bet his nose was cold and wet, not that I wanted to touch it. The car was a piece of crap too. The engine was making a horrible noise as we started to climb another mountain. It sounded like an asthmatic’s death rattle.
I could see a cliff on my side of the car, nothing but the tops of pine trees and boulders. Mohinder swerved and said something in Hindi that I didn’t understand. I said a prayer under my breath that I wouldn’t die on this mountain before I got what I wanted.
It wasn’t the first time I’d prayed since joining Mohinder on his quest. I just wish he knew how to drive better. Every moment with him behind the wheel had me gripping the dash or the seat and praying. It was no wonder that he was a New York cab driver. They all drive like psychopaths too. Maybe I should look for a job as one if this super villain gig doesn’t pan out.
Thank God it was only a three day trip. According to Google Maps it could be done in a day and a half, but god forbid Mohinder let me drive part of the time. He didn’t want to trust me with his beautiful automobile. I might put a scratch in one of the dents, or chip off some of the rust from the bumper. Apparently Zane Taylor didn’t have a driver’s license, just my luck that I killed someone too lame to learn how to drive.
“How are you doing, Zane?” Mohinder asked. He was smiling at me again, and looking at me for far too long. The car drifted toward the center line. Mohinder was too busy flirting with me to notice the semi coming at us. I wasn’t surprised. He couldn’t seem to notice that I wasn’t interested either.
“Jesus Christ!” I half prayed and half swore as the truck driver honked his horn and swerved to avoid us. I had to use my telekinesis to keep the car from going over the edge of the cliff. “Mohinder this is not how I want to see the mountains of Montana! Fuck!” I was shaking so hard that I couldn’t catch my breath until the idiot pulled over to the side of the road.
“Zane, I’m sorry,” he said, stepping up beside me and rubbing between my shoulder blades while I gulped in the cold fresh air. I’ve been in a cell. Been tortured by Bennet and his people, and the thought of being in a car with Mohinder driving for another six hours terrified me.
“I’m OK. That scared me. I’m lucky you’re such a good driver.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to smile at Dr. Moron. What the fuck did I need him for anyway? I knew where Dale was. I could find him and play the same game I did on Zane. And you’re lucky you have the list where I can’t find it, because the second I have it, you are road kill.
He pulled out the road map and spread it on the hood of the car, and pointed at Bozeman. “We’re almost there. We can get a motel room and something to eat before we meet with Dale.”
“Why don’t we see him first?” I asked, watching while Mohinder failed map folding 101, and I rolled my eyes toward heaven. This is my penance for the evil I have done. If I survive this trip, which I’m only half way through since we have to turn around and go back to New York; I’ll have a clean slate. This is Hell on earth. “I’m sure he’s excited to talk to us.”
Mohinder looked over at me and pouted, then smiled because he seemed to think flashing me teeth solved everything. I wanted to shove his face on the cooling engine. Dear God, please let me torture Mohinder to death when this is over. Amen, Sylar.
“About that, Dale doesn’t know we’re coming,” he said.
“What do you mean he doesn’t know you’re coming,” I asked although I already knew the answer. Dear God, please let me find some good drivers to hitchhike with all the way back to New York after I throw Mohinder down the mountain. Thanks, Sylar. “But you told me he was expecting you.”
“I left messages, several in fact, but he hasn’t returned any of them. I’m certain it’ll be fine.”
“Yeah right, fine, he could be dead for all we know!” I tilted my head back and looked up at the clouds. Dear God, very fun. No love, Sylar. Seriously weren’t there any other specials between New York and fucking Montana we could have seen for dinner? “For all you know, Sylar’s killed him, Mohinder! We drove all the way here for nothing.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine, Zane. Besides you and I have had a wonderful time getting to know each other.” Another idiotic smile and he opened his car door. “We’d best get going though if we want to get there before too long. I’m in need of a cup of tea and a nap.”
“That sounds great.” I climbed into the passenger seat and popped on my seatbelt. I gave Mohinder a bright smile of my own, and said yet another prayer to survive. I wished I had my Rosary beads with me. “I’m sure you’re tired. Maybe on the way back to New York, you could let me try driving?”
“I’ll think about it.” He started the car, and I crossed my fingers. “We’re almost to the top of the mountain. It’s all downhill from the peak. Why don’t you try to sleep, Zane? I’ll wake you when we get there.”
Dear God, if you let me survive this next part of the trip, I will try to be good. I will. It’s very hard for me, Lord, but I will try not to hurt anyone else. If I die now, I won’t ever have a chance to earn your good graces. Please. Don’t let me die because this asshole can’t drive.
The sound of another blaring horn woke me with a start. It was time for me to start praying again.
Author:
thewatchmaker Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1050
Rating: PG
Prompts:
On the Eigth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Eight Solemn Prayers - for
heroes_sylar#062 Keeping Up Appearances for
100_fairytales 35/100Notes: Missing scene on the way to see Dale Smither in Montana. Episode - Unexpected.
He was so eager. His big brown eyes were moist and bright like a puppy’s. I bet his nose was cold and wet, not that I wanted to touch it. The car was a piece of crap too. The engine was making a horrible noise as we started to climb another mountain. It sounded like an asthmatic’s death rattle.
I could see a cliff on my side of the car, nothing but the tops of pine trees and boulders. Mohinder swerved and said something in Hindi that I didn’t understand. I said a prayer under my breath that I wouldn’t die on this mountain before I got what I wanted.
It wasn’t the first time I’d prayed since joining Mohinder on his quest. I just wish he knew how to drive better. Every moment with him behind the wheel had me gripping the dash or the seat and praying. It was no wonder that he was a New York cab driver. They all drive like psychopaths too. Maybe I should look for a job as one if this super villain gig doesn’t pan out.
Thank God it was only a three day trip. According to Google Maps it could be done in a day and a half, but god forbid Mohinder let me drive part of the time. He didn’t want to trust me with his beautiful automobile. I might put a scratch in one of the dents, or chip off some of the rust from the bumper. Apparently Zane Taylor didn’t have a driver’s license, just my luck that I killed someone too lame to learn how to drive.
“How are you doing, Zane?” Mohinder asked. He was smiling at me again, and looking at me for far too long. The car drifted toward the center line. Mohinder was too busy flirting with me to notice the semi coming at us. I wasn’t surprised. He couldn’t seem to notice that I wasn’t interested either.
“Jesus Christ!” I half prayed and half swore as the truck driver honked his horn and swerved to avoid us. I had to use my telekinesis to keep the car from going over the edge of the cliff. “Mohinder this is not how I want to see the mountains of Montana! Fuck!” I was shaking so hard that I couldn’t catch my breath until the idiot pulled over to the side of the road.
“Zane, I’m sorry,” he said, stepping up beside me and rubbing between my shoulder blades while I gulped in the cold fresh air. I’ve been in a cell. Been tortured by Bennet and his people, and the thought of being in a car with Mohinder driving for another six hours terrified me.
“I’m OK. That scared me. I’m lucky you’re such a good driver.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to smile at Dr. Moron. What the fuck did I need him for anyway? I knew where Dale was. I could find him and play the same game I did on Zane. And you’re lucky you have the list where I can’t find it, because the second I have it, you are road kill.
He pulled out the road map and spread it on the hood of the car, and pointed at Bozeman. “We’re almost there. We can get a motel room and something to eat before we meet with Dale.”
“Why don’t we see him first?” I asked, watching while Mohinder failed map folding 101, and I rolled my eyes toward heaven. This is my penance for the evil I have done. If I survive this trip, which I’m only half way through since we have to turn around and go back to New York; I’ll have a clean slate. This is Hell on earth. “I’m sure he’s excited to talk to us.”
Mohinder looked over at me and pouted, then smiled because he seemed to think flashing me teeth solved everything. I wanted to shove his face on the cooling engine. Dear God, please let me torture Mohinder to death when this is over. Amen, Sylar.
“About that, Dale doesn’t know we’re coming,” he said.
“What do you mean he doesn’t know you’re coming,” I asked although I already knew the answer. Dear God, please let me find some good drivers to hitchhike with all the way back to New York after I throw Mohinder down the mountain. Thanks, Sylar. “But you told me he was expecting you.”
“I left messages, several in fact, but he hasn’t returned any of them. I’m certain it’ll be fine.”
“Yeah right, fine, he could be dead for all we know!” I tilted my head back and looked up at the clouds. Dear God, very fun. No love, Sylar. Seriously weren’t there any other specials between New York and fucking Montana we could have seen for dinner? “For all you know, Sylar’s killed him, Mohinder! We drove all the way here for nothing.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine, Zane. Besides you and I have had a wonderful time getting to know each other.” Another idiotic smile and he opened his car door. “We’d best get going though if we want to get there before too long. I’m in need of a cup of tea and a nap.”
“That sounds great.” I climbed into the passenger seat and popped on my seatbelt. I gave Mohinder a bright smile of my own, and said yet another prayer to survive. I wished I had my Rosary beads with me. “I’m sure you’re tired. Maybe on the way back to New York, you could let me try driving?”
“I’ll think about it.” He started the car, and I crossed my fingers. “We’re almost to the top of the mountain. It’s all downhill from the peak. Why don’t you try to sleep, Zane? I’ll wake you when we get there.”
Dear God, if you let me survive this next part of the trip, I will try to be good. I will. It’s very hard for me, Lord, but I will try not to hurt anyone else. If I die now, I won’t ever have a chance to earn your good graces. Please. Don’t let me die because this asshole can’t drive.
The sound of another blaring horn woke me with a start. It was time for me to start praying again.
