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Characters: Sylar and Harley Quinn
Fandom: Heroes and Batman
Rating: PG
Word Count: 656
Prompt: Sweet Dreams are Made of This![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Chapter: 3/4
This is a joint fic written by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mr_jays_girl and thewatchmaker.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Sweet Dreams
Arts and crafts, they were supposed to be fun and an important part of the healing process. Gabriel wasn’t sure how much fun he was going to be having with his arms wrapped tight against his torso from the straight jacket. Unlike the others on the ward wearing them, his was crisp and new. It didn’t smell of old puke and too much bleach, and for that he was grateful. It made him feel special.
“Gabe?” the blonde girl tapped him on the forehead where his hair had grown to cover his scars. “You in there buddy?”
“I’m here,” he said, trying to remember her name. He was sure he’d known it before. They were friends after all. She was sitting next to him at the table tearing construction paper into little red and black hearts for him, and sometimes she’d pop an M&M into his mouth as a treat.
*Her name is Harley* the voice that sounded like his whispered in his head. It happened all the time now. He didn’t tell the doctors about it because the voice told him not to. The voice said to do what he was told and to be good, so that’s what he was. It had cut down on the beatings. When he never fought back the orderlies got bored.
“Harley.” She beamed when he used her name. Her eyes were the same blue as the sky. He wished he could see it.
“Want some more chocolate?” Harley asked before popping another trio of M&Ms into his mouth. For some reason she always gave him the green ones. He didn’t know why they all tasted the same, but it made her happy. But then it also made Harley smile every time someone bled in front of her. “So what’s going on in your noggin today, Gabe?”
“He says he’s going to make me better.” He chewed on the candy and waited while she gave him the straw so he could drink some soda. It always tasted nasty after the chocolate, but that was ok. As the words left his mouth, the buckles on the back of his jacket seemed to bunch and pull like he was flexing his arms, but he wasn’t. “But we can’t tell them.”
“You’re just one big puzzle ain’t ya?”
“A puzzle missing a few pieces,” he laughed even though it wasn’t funny at all what they had done to him. “He says I’ll find them.”
“Who’s he baby?” she globbed a handful of white paste on the back of the hearts and started pressing them on the big piece of white paper.
“I don’t know.” For a moment he thought he knew the name, but he hadn’t even heard that name in his dreams. “That’s the biggest piece of the puzzle.”
Gabriel’s eyes rolled back as he was pulled into a seizure, when he looked at Harley they were white like a dead fish’s. “Shit! Gabe! Hey I need some help here!”
The light was blinding, the heat tore them apart one molecule at a time, while Harley clung to his back where she’d be safe. The walls of the asylum melted and the frame twisted as the power tore through him. When the blast faded, he tilted his face back to look into the clear blue sky above them.
*Yes!* the voice hissed again. *That is who you are. Who we are!*
“Harley,” Gabriel’s voice was stronger than she’d heard it before. When he looked at her his eyes were black and filled with a cold cunning she hadn’t seen outside of the Bat’s cowl. “My name is Sylar.”
The buckles on the straight jacket flew apart, and a wave of power sent the orderlies slamming into the walls and ceiling. The lucky ones didn’t get up again as their bodies were broken.
I reached for her as I stood. “Time for us to go Harley Quinn. Are you ready?”
Fandom: Heroes and Batman
Rating: PG
Word Count: 656
Prompt: Sweet Dreams are Made of This
scifi_musesChapter: 3/4
This is a joint fic written by
mr_jays_girl and thewatchmaker. Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Sweet Dreams
Arts and crafts, they were supposed to be fun and an important part of the healing process. Gabriel wasn’t sure how much fun he was going to be having with his arms wrapped tight against his torso from the straight jacket. Unlike the others on the ward wearing them, his was crisp and new. It didn’t smell of old puke and too much bleach, and for that he was grateful. It made him feel special.
“Gabe?” the blonde girl tapped him on the forehead where his hair had grown to cover his scars. “You in there buddy?”
“I’m here,” he said, trying to remember her name. He was sure he’d known it before. They were friends after all. She was sitting next to him at the table tearing construction paper into little red and black hearts for him, and sometimes she’d pop an M&M into his mouth as a treat.
*Her name is Harley* the voice that sounded like his whispered in his head. It happened all the time now. He didn’t tell the doctors about it because the voice told him not to. The voice said to do what he was told and to be good, so that’s what he was. It had cut down on the beatings. When he never fought back the orderlies got bored.
“Harley.” She beamed when he used her name. Her eyes were the same blue as the sky. He wished he could see it.
“Want some more chocolate?” Harley asked before popping another trio of M&Ms into his mouth. For some reason she always gave him the green ones. He didn’t know why they all tasted the same, but it made her happy. But then it also made Harley smile every time someone bled in front of her. “So what’s going on in your noggin today, Gabe?”
“He says he’s going to make me better.” He chewed on the candy and waited while she gave him the straw so he could drink some soda. It always tasted nasty after the chocolate, but that was ok. As the words left his mouth, the buckles on the back of his jacket seemed to bunch and pull like he was flexing his arms, but he wasn’t. “But we can’t tell them.”
“You’re just one big puzzle ain’t ya?”
“A puzzle missing a few pieces,” he laughed even though it wasn’t funny at all what they had done to him. “He says I’ll find them.”
“Who’s he baby?” she globbed a handful of white paste on the back of the hearts and started pressing them on the big piece of white paper.
“I don’t know.” For a moment he thought he knew the name, but he hadn’t even heard that name in his dreams. “That’s the biggest piece of the puzzle.”
Gabriel’s eyes rolled back as he was pulled into a seizure, when he looked at Harley they were white like a dead fish’s. “Shit! Gabe! Hey I need some help here!”
The light was blinding, the heat tore them apart one molecule at a time, while Harley clung to his back where she’d be safe. The walls of the asylum melted and the frame twisted as the power tore through him. When the blast faded, he tilted his face back to look into the clear blue sky above them.
*Yes!* the voice hissed again. *That is who you are. Who we are!*
“Harley,” Gabriel’s voice was stronger than she’d heard it before. When he looked at her his eyes were black and filled with a cold cunning she hadn’t seen outside of the Bat’s cowl. “My name is Sylar.”
The buckles on the straight jacket flew apart, and a wave of power sent the orderlies slamming into the walls and ceiling. The lucky ones didn’t get up again as their bodies were broken.
I reached for her as I stood. “Time for us to go Harley Quinn. Are you ready?”
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