Drabblets - Heroes - Mohinder/Sylar
Title: The Watchmaker's Son
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Written with 25fluffyfics 'hobbies' prompt.
Summary: He doesn't feel regret. There are more important things to think about.
Sylar ignores the groans from the corner, focusing on the smashed watch instead. The skill never leaves: pieces click together, the parts fall into place, and the second hand ticks.
The glare from his desk's lamp allows him to see perfectly, but the rest of the room is black. There is no light in the corner, where blood runs and thick restraints keep Mohinder tied down. It is too dark to see the gag forced into his mouth.
Sylar should feel regretful for how he's treated Mohinder - but he did what he had to. Where is the shame in that?
Title: One Day's Rest
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Word Count: 130
Rating: G
A/N: Written with 25fluffyfics 'home' prompt. Set in the For Them 'verse.
Summary: When injured, Sylar goes to the one place he feels safe.
Mohinder doesn't respond when he slips into bed behind him, doesn't look towards him, doesn't flinch when Sylar moves an arm around his waist. His breathing changes enough for Sylar to tell he's not really asleep, and the tension in his shoulders shows that he doesn't really want him here, but he's so warm - right now, that's enough of a 'welcome home'.
Sylar's body aches all over; his lip is split and tomorrow he will have a colourful display of bruises to look forward to. He can give himself a day in this comfortable and safe place to pull himself back together, a day in which Mohinder can tend to him and fix all ills.
After that he'll go out hunting again - and this time he'll be looking for revenge.
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Written with 25fluffyfics 'hobbies' prompt.
Summary: He doesn't feel regret. There are more important things to think about.
Sylar ignores the groans from the corner, focusing on the smashed watch instead. The skill never leaves: pieces click together, the parts fall into place, and the second hand ticks.
The glare from his desk's lamp allows him to see perfectly, but the rest of the room is black. There is no light in the corner, where blood runs and thick restraints keep Mohinder tied down. It is too dark to see the gag forced into his mouth.
Sylar should feel regretful for how he's treated Mohinder - but he did what he had to. Where is the shame in that?
Title: One Day's Rest
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Word Count: 130
Rating: G
A/N: Written with 25fluffyfics 'home' prompt. Set in the For Them 'verse.
Summary: When injured, Sylar goes to the one place he feels safe.
Mohinder doesn't respond when he slips into bed behind him, doesn't look towards him, doesn't flinch when Sylar moves an arm around his waist. His breathing changes enough for Sylar to tell he's not really asleep, and the tension in his shoulders shows that he doesn't really want him here, but he's so warm - right now, that's enough of a 'welcome home'.
Sylar's body aches all over; his lip is split and tomorrow he will have a colourful display of bruises to look forward to. He can give himself a day in this comfortable and safe place to pull himself back together, a day in which Mohinder can tend to him and fix all ills.
After that he'll go out hunting again - and this time he'll be looking for revenge.