False Faces - fic for tenebrae_nostro

[thewatchmaker]

Title: False Faces
Characters: Sylar and an unnamed Candice clone
Author: thewatchmaker
Notes: Sylar is helping a friend get revenge. To do that he needs Candice's power. This was written for a comm I RP him on.

I felt like Sally Field at the Academy Awards. She liked me. She really liked me. Amelia wasn’t pretending to care. If she had been, she wouldn’t have shot me to save me from turning. No the vampire queen cared. For the first time someone who knew what I was capable of believed in me and wasn’t afraid.

There was a spring in my step as I walked into my office the next morning. I’d spent the wee hours of the morning plotting how I would be able to help Amelia have her revenge. I knew just what power I’d need to make it work. I just had to get her to walk through my door.

When I’d escaped from New York, I’d had help. Her powers made them see what they wanted to see. One moment I was bleeding to death on the pavement at Kirby Center and the next I was gone. She’d taken me to safety where they’d patched me together. To thank her for saving my life, I hadn’t taken hers.

But that deal was off now. Let’s call it a statute of limitation. I needed her gifts. Amelia needed me, and I would do anything for her. Anything…

“I need to see you,” I said when I heard her voice on the other end of the line. She was so good at what she did that her voice was even different on the phone whenever I spoke to her. I still didn’t know why she saved me when she worked for the Company. I think I might be her ace in the whole. Her secret weapon in case they ever try to get rid of her. I wonder if she’ll realize that now she’s my ace in the hole. “Come to my office.”

I sent my assistant away for the day. I didn’t want to traumatize the poor girl. When she got there, I was waiting with hot coffee and fresh Boston Cream filled donuts. My girl did like to eat. She was wearing the skin of a beautiful black girl when she arrived.

“You’re looking lovely,” I said as I handed her the tray of donuts. She took two of them. One in each perfectly manicured hand. “Thank you for coming.”

“What do you want Sylar?” she asked after swallowing the dregs of the first pastry. “Nice office by the way. Sam Sheppard. Funny. Bennett’s here you know.”

“I didn’t call you about Bennett,” I grinned as I saw her blink a few too many times as the drugs I’d shoved into the donuts took affect. “He’s no concern to me. None of them are anymore. I have a friend who needs my help. To help her, I’m afraid that I need what you have. I’m sorry.”

Using my freezing power, I made sure that her blood didn’t flow. I liked my office too much to make a mess like that. Sam Sheppard mild mannered psychologist was too good of an alias to give it up too soon, and Eden knew she could find me here. I had to keep that avenue open.

It was nice being able to take my time. In the privacy of the office, I could explore all that made her so special. I could reroute my own brain to match with practiced ease. There was no danger of my new gift damaging any of my others, not that I’d have minded loosing the affinity for plants that I’d picked up, although I might find something useful for it someday.

When all that was left to show she was ever in my office was a thick coating of dust, I called maintenance to clean up the mess. I was looked at my reflection in the glass over the clock gears on my wall, and smiled as I shifted again and again, faster and faster, from one face to the next.

Now I was ready to help Amelia. Revenge would be hers.

And I’d have what I always wanted, a family.