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Title: Cell.
Character: Eden/Sylar (sorta)
Word count: 1,281.
Disclaimer: Do not Own.
Rating: PG-13.
Summery: Eden's thoughts to herself as she changes the sleeping Sylar.
Note: Not really happy with it. Might be another chapter or not, depending how strong the smut call is XD...
Eden cut off his bloody jeans, jerking them away his legs, while the Haitian pulled his shirt over his head. She winced when she saw the deep gash in his thigh, still leaking blood. She had nothing to staunch the flow, so she kept her hand pressed down on it. Hard. But the gesture became futile as the doctor bustled in the room, shooing herself and the Haitian away. She watched carefully. Not on his leg, that made her feel sick, but his face.
His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, almost reaching to his eyes. His mouth would tighten and pull down at the edges with every needle insert. She felt a thrill of pleasure and squeamish disgust at the sight.
They had done it, caught the monster. And she had helped. More then anything, that was what she wanted most. She had dream after dream of seeing his face again. Imagined seeing him at store, on a street corner, and catching him. Before he got her. The paranoid suspicion that he would come for her, that he would find out what she was and seek retribution, was a painful thought that would jab at her mind.
Because she had known and done nothing. She had listened to Chandra’s panicked fear that someone was watching him and she had not acted. Because how was she to know if the deceptive, dangerous person he was referring to was Sylar, or her?
The doctor had left. His right leg was completely covered in blood, staining into the sheet below him. But his face looked more at peace. The painkillers taking effect most likely. The Haitian picked up a sponge and handed one to her, to accompany the one already in his hand. Eden stared at it, to Sylar, then caught the silent man’s eye.
“You don’t have to do this, I’ve got it covered.”
He stayed stationary. Eden sighed.
“Look, I can’t do anything to him with you near. I just want…some time. Please? You can stay right outside the door. I’m just going to wash and shave him. If he does wake up I‘ll holler, I promise.”
His eyes drilled into hers, making her feel she was being x-rayed. Then he was nodding, leaving her alone. She knew he was outside, keeping both hers and Sylar’s powers repressed. She looked back down at the prisoner.
He was very pale, too pale. Like he had spent months inside instead of trekking over the country. Realising that she had been staring at him, she put on some surgical gloves and got to work. Once she had cleaned all the blood away she took a sponge to his forehead, wiping away the sweat. This was probably the longest she’d ever been so close to him. Encouraged by his docile state, she ran the back of her fingers down his cheek, along his jaw. The stubble rasped against her skin. His lips where starting to chap. She wet her fingers and dripped and then rubbed the water over his bottom lip.
She couldn’t be certain, it had been too dark to tell for sure, but she thought he had recognized her on the wooded path. He had froze at the sight of her, maybe from seeing a stranger but possibly from seeing someone he remembered. Pixie neighbour leaning cool as a cucumber in his path. And for some reason she had told him not to hurt her, which was needless…
Needless. She could do anything to him. Anything at all…
A blush seeped onto her skin as her mind played over situations that she couldn’t, wouldn’t allow. Her hand lay flat on his stomach before trailing her finger in circles over his skin. He suddenly shuddered and gasped. Eden jerked away from with a curse. She calmed herself down when she realised he was still asleep. Scolding herself for day dreaming and tickling a damn murderer, she prepared to shave him. She prepped the gurney up into a sitting position, and ran her hand into his hair. There was a lot of it. With the buzz of the sheers echoing strangely in the cell, she shaved it off in clumps. She stepped back to take a look at her handy work.
Jesus, he looks like a thug.
She was startled by the transformation. Admittedly, there had always been something cruel in his otherwise soft features, but the absence of the fluffy hair had drastically altered his appearance. Eden thought it fitting. Now his features betrayed his brutal, predatory nature. She had seen pictures of him in his former life, heard tales of him from Chandra. Gabriel Gray. It was a mind-bogglingly shocking change of appearance and attitude. Adopting an alias
Like me.
to escape his mundane existence
Like me.
taking advantage of his newly acquired powers.
Like me.
Deceiving and using people at every turn.
Like me.
Selfish, self serving, greedy,
Like me.
Murderer.
Oh god!
Eden suddenly backed away from him with a sob, pressing herself against the concrete.
I am nothing like him! Nothing. But the hurtful, guilt infested voice, her Voice, was always at the back of her mind, whispered accusations.
All your fault. You’re the reason that Chandra is dead. You could have done something about Sylar before it all blew up in your face! You could have saved lives. But once a voiceless mouse. Always one. We are two -
“of a kind, both take from people. Life and will...” Eden found herself standing over the man’s prone body, taking his face in her hands.
Wake up.
She brought his head forward then let it go, making his head thump against the thin mattress. He groaned. She did it again.
Wake!
Then his eyes were fluttering open, heavy lids trying to lift. His bleary gaze tried to focus on her. She ran her hands over his shorn scalp, the sensation satisfying. Eden had no idea what she wanted to do. I’ve gone insane. Just to see him looking at her. His eyes became clearer.
Suddenly his hand reached out, Eden thought for her head. But he was as weak as a kitten and his hand brushed down her breast, before grabbing her top in his fist. He drew her near and she went with him. His eyes feverishly searched over her face, trying to place her.
She gasped a sharp intake of breath as his hand cupped her face. The pad of his thumb brushed the corner of her parted mouth. Then his eyes became hooded and his arm fell lifeless over the gurney. Out cold again.
Eden placed her hand over her mouth, feeling his hand still on her. She remembered the last time he had touched her in that way. He had been eating one of her sandwiches, ones she had made for Chandra. She had spotted jam on the corner of his mouth and automatically brushed it off. That was the first time he had really taken any notice of her, thanking her sweetly…before catching her hand and sucking the digit into his mouth, tongue licking it off her skin quickly, all unbeknown to Chandra. She could still feel the way her heart had sped and the tingling sensation in a place she wasn‘t going to admit to. The tactile softness of his skin against hers…
She was going to kill him.
You can’t kill him.
…No, she couldn’t.
She swiftly dressed him in the white t-shirt and pants. After calling in the Haitian they moved Sylar onto his bed. She tucked the grey blanket around him.
She wouldn’t kill him, he would do it himself. She had the whole night with him to herself after all…
Part Two Here
Character: Eden/Sylar (sorta)
Word count: 1,281.
Disclaimer: Do not Own.
Rating: PG-13.
Summery: Eden's thoughts to herself as she changes the sleeping Sylar.
Note: Not really happy with it. Might be another chapter or not, depending how strong the smut call is XD...
Eden cut off his bloody jeans, jerking them away his legs, while the Haitian pulled his shirt over his head. She winced when she saw the deep gash in his thigh, still leaking blood. She had nothing to staunch the flow, so she kept her hand pressed down on it. Hard. But the gesture became futile as the doctor bustled in the room, shooing herself and the Haitian away. She watched carefully. Not on his leg, that made her feel sick, but his face.
His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, almost reaching to his eyes. His mouth would tighten and pull down at the edges with every needle insert. She felt a thrill of pleasure and squeamish disgust at the sight.
They had done it, caught the monster. And she had helped. More then anything, that was what she wanted most. She had dream after dream of seeing his face again. Imagined seeing him at store, on a street corner, and catching him. Before he got her. The paranoid suspicion that he would come for her, that he would find out what she was and seek retribution, was a painful thought that would jab at her mind.
Because she had known and done nothing. She had listened to Chandra’s panicked fear that someone was watching him and she had not acted. Because how was she to know if the deceptive, dangerous person he was referring to was Sylar, or her?
The doctor had left. His right leg was completely covered in blood, staining into the sheet below him. But his face looked more at peace. The painkillers taking effect most likely. The Haitian picked up a sponge and handed one to her, to accompany the one already in his hand. Eden stared at it, to Sylar, then caught the silent man’s eye.
“You don’t have to do this, I’ve got it covered.”
He stayed stationary. Eden sighed.
“Look, I can’t do anything to him with you near. I just want…some time. Please? You can stay right outside the door. I’m just going to wash and shave him. If he does wake up I‘ll holler, I promise.”
His eyes drilled into hers, making her feel she was being x-rayed. Then he was nodding, leaving her alone. She knew he was outside, keeping both hers and Sylar’s powers repressed. She looked back down at the prisoner.
He was very pale, too pale. Like he had spent months inside instead of trekking over the country. Realising that she had been staring at him, she put on some surgical gloves and got to work. Once she had cleaned all the blood away she took a sponge to his forehead, wiping away the sweat. This was probably the longest she’d ever been so close to him. Encouraged by his docile state, she ran the back of her fingers down his cheek, along his jaw. The stubble rasped against her skin. His lips where starting to chap. She wet her fingers and dripped and then rubbed the water over his bottom lip.
She couldn’t be certain, it had been too dark to tell for sure, but she thought he had recognized her on the wooded path. He had froze at the sight of her, maybe from seeing a stranger but possibly from seeing someone he remembered. Pixie neighbour leaning cool as a cucumber in his path. And for some reason she had told him not to hurt her, which was needless…
Needless. She could do anything to him. Anything at all…
A blush seeped onto her skin as her mind played over situations that she couldn’t, wouldn’t allow. Her hand lay flat on his stomach before trailing her finger in circles over his skin. He suddenly shuddered and gasped. Eden jerked away from with a curse. She calmed herself down when she realised he was still asleep. Scolding herself for day dreaming and tickling a damn murderer, she prepared to shave him. She prepped the gurney up into a sitting position, and ran her hand into his hair. There was a lot of it. With the buzz of the sheers echoing strangely in the cell, she shaved it off in clumps. She stepped back to take a look at her handy work.
Jesus, he looks like a thug.
She was startled by the transformation. Admittedly, there had always been something cruel in his otherwise soft features, but the absence of the fluffy hair had drastically altered his appearance. Eden thought it fitting. Now his features betrayed his brutal, predatory nature. She had seen pictures of him in his former life, heard tales of him from Chandra. Gabriel Gray. It was a mind-bogglingly shocking change of appearance and attitude. Adopting an alias
Like me.
to escape his mundane existence
Like me.
taking advantage of his newly acquired powers.
Like me.
Deceiving and using people at every turn.
Like me.
Selfish, self serving, greedy,
Like me.
Murderer.
Oh god!
Eden suddenly backed away from him with a sob, pressing herself against the concrete.
I am nothing like him! Nothing. But the hurtful, guilt infested voice, her Voice, was always at the back of her mind, whispered accusations.
All your fault. You’re the reason that Chandra is dead. You could have done something about Sylar before it all blew up in your face! You could have saved lives. But once a voiceless mouse. Always one. We are two -
“of a kind, both take from people. Life and will...” Eden found herself standing over the man’s prone body, taking his face in her hands.
Wake up.
She brought his head forward then let it go, making his head thump against the thin mattress. He groaned. She did it again.
Wake!
Then his eyes were fluttering open, heavy lids trying to lift. His bleary gaze tried to focus on her. She ran her hands over his shorn scalp, the sensation satisfying. Eden had no idea what she wanted to do. I’ve gone insane. Just to see him looking at her. His eyes became clearer.
Suddenly his hand reached out, Eden thought for her head. But he was as weak as a kitten and his hand brushed down her breast, before grabbing her top in his fist. He drew her near and she went with him. His eyes feverishly searched over her face, trying to place her.
She gasped a sharp intake of breath as his hand cupped her face. The pad of his thumb brushed the corner of her parted mouth. Then his eyes became hooded and his arm fell lifeless over the gurney. Out cold again.
Eden placed her hand over her mouth, feeling his hand still on her. She remembered the last time he had touched her in that way. He had been eating one of her sandwiches, ones she had made for Chandra. She had spotted jam on the corner of his mouth and automatically brushed it off. That was the first time he had really taken any notice of her, thanking her sweetly…before catching her hand and sucking the digit into his mouth, tongue licking it off her skin quickly, all unbeknown to Chandra. She could still feel the way her heart had sped and the tingling sensation in a place she wasn‘t going to admit to. The tactile softness of his skin against hers…
She was going to kill him.
You can’t kill him.
…No, she couldn’t.
She swiftly dressed him in the white t-shirt and pants. After calling in the Haitian they moved Sylar onto his bed. She tucked the grey blanket around him.
She wouldn’t kill him, he would do it himself. She had the whole night with him to herself after all…
Part Two Here