Heroes ; Mohinder/Sylar ; The Sick In The Head Mix - a Fanmix
[Sylar didn't plan to turn out this way. In fact, he was content being a simple watchmaker... for a while. He was never one influenced by his peers. But his mother isn't necessarily a peer, is she? And mother always knows best.]
Sylar's POV
If I can shut them up for just a second I swear
It'll look like an accident
I could be decent yet
The magnificent
I could be President...
Thirty Whacks - The Dresden Dolls
[He argues in his mind. There's almost three of them- Zane, the musician, who smiles when Mohinder makes a comment that some band that Zane apparently likes is on the radio. Sylar, his favourite, his only, who keeps an eye out for The List, which has been capitalised in his head for the best three days. And then there's him. That pathetic Gabriel. That disgusting little child of a human who whispers when he sleeps, let me out, let me show, let them be proud for who you are, please please please, oh please!]
Sylar's POV
There's a war inside of me
Do I cause new heartbreak to write a new broken song
Do I push it down or let it run me right into the ground
I, I feel like I wouldn't like me if I met me
Well I can't stop talking for fear of listening to unwelcome sound
and you haven't called me in weeks and honestly it's bringing me down
Oh I feel like I wouldn't like me if I met me
I feel like you wouldn't like me if you met me
You Wouldn't Like Me - Tegan and Sara
[Some days, Mohinder wonders just how and why he got thrown into the bizarre world of his father's work. He wonders why his father allowed himself get manipulated by Sylar, and then Mohinder wonders why he let himself get involved with him as well. Those are the days he has a stiff drink (or five).]
Mohinder's POV
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may desert you
So it cannot hurt you
You only have to look behind you
At who’s underlined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Destroy Everything You Touch - Ladytron
[Gabriel sneaks up on him sometimes. Usually when Sylar dreams. Gabriel points at him, finger stabbing his chest, demanding, shouting, arguing in a way that he never did when he was real. When Sylar wakes, sheets twisted around his legs, covered in a layer of cold sweat, gulping down air, he feels different. He pats Mohinder's hand (as Zane, only as Zane, Mohinder doesn't know, he can't know, The List, The List, THE LIST, THELISTTHELISTTHELIST), passes him a cup of coffee, nods his head in all the right places as Mohinder talks. When he catches himself, he startles, and wonders if Gabriel is reaching out.]
Sylar's POV
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
How Soon Is Now - The Smiths
[It bubbles up underneath him. It's foreign. It's not him. It's... well, it's fear. He hears Mohinder falter on the line, just for a second. His sensitive hearing picks up the soft sound of Mohinder's heart pumping a bit faster, his tongue brushing over his lips and then the distinctive sound of the cell phone keys being pressed. At least he knows Mohinder is trying, even if Sylar disgrees with the way he's going about it.]
Sylar's POV
The big bang - took and shook the world
Shot down the rising sun
The end was begun - it would hit everyone
When the chain reaction was done
The big shots - try to hold it back
Fools try to wish it away
The hopeful depend on a world without end
Whatever the hopeless may say
Manhatten Project - Rush
[It's slightly eerie to watch Peter Petrelli burn. It could have been Sylar. It could have been that Ted Sprague character, caveman that he was. But as Sylar slinks into the sewers, he only has one person on his mind: Mohinder.]
Instrumental
Cemetary Party - Air
[The public outcry afterwards makes Sylar laugh. Mohinder gapes at him, partly because how could he laugh at a time like this?, but mostly because Sylar is standing in his doorway, newspaper in handing, and repeating, 'They think it's me, they think it's me!']
Sylar's POV
I (are) must go on standing,
You can't break that which isn't yours
I (are) must go on standing
I'm not my own, It's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood
Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
Après Moi - Regina Spektor
[Sylar sits around Mohinder's apartment for three days. Mohinder watches him, spitting at him, 'Get out, get out, get out!' but Sylar makes no move and Mohinder never pulls out his gun. Instead, they sit in tense silent until Sylar leaves one day and returns with a board game. Mouse Trap. After half an hour, with Mohinder in the lead, Sylar, fed up, grabs his piece and slams it at the finish and telekinetically throws Mohinder's piece across the apartment.]
Sylar's POV
Who are they
And where are they
And how do they
Know all this
And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry it's like this
Do you see what I see
Why do we live like this
Is it because it's true
That ignorance is bliss
They - Jem
[The day Sylar leaves- at least two weeks after the Mouse Trap incident (which resulted in a rather amusing temper tantrum from Sylar, who- amusingly- pouted), Mohinder finds himself padding around the apartment, staring at the damaged map on the wall, trying half-heartedly to fix the broken television, and speaking to Molly, who had been placed in temporary custody until it was safe enough for her to be returned to Mohinder, for endless hours until Molly tiredly asked if she could go to bed. As Mohinder stares at the ceiling one night, unable to sleep, he realises sickeningly he missed Sylar.]
Mohinder's POV
You've already won me over in spite of me
Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault
Head Over Feet - Alanis Morissette
['You filthy, rotten, pestiferous- '
'I don't know what that word means.'
Mohinder glares at Sylar and points at his door, almost shaking. 'Just... get out!'
'Why?'
'Shouldn't that be obvious?'
Sylar eyes the door, setting the bag that contained the next board game (Scrabble. Candace's ability did allow him to get around easier than he could have imagined) before heading out the door, the latch closing behind him softly.
Mohinder wondered if there was hurt in Sylar's eyes, or if he was just being manipulated. The cup of coffee on the table behind him was cold when he finally went to pick it up.]
Sylar's POV
And no of course we can't be friends
Not while I'm still so obsessed
I want to ask where I went wrong
But don't say anything at all
It took a cup of coffee
To prove that you don't love me
Cup of Coffee - Garbage
[Mohinder's shoved against the wall before he even realises Sylar has knocked on the door. The map behind him has once again, in a twisted version of earlier events, fallen to the floor. Sylar's nails leave raised, red lines, his teeth marking his skin. His shirt is gone, his pants are down around his ankles, and oh god oh god oh god.
'Pestiferous,' he gasps out when he's lying splayed on the carpet, Sylar beside him, on his stomach, also gulping down as much air as he can. 'Evil... annoying bastard.]
Sylar's POV
Now how bad could it be
If you should fall in love with me
How bad could it be
Sexuality
Come on, come on
Kiss away the ones who say
The lust you feel is wrong
Now how bad could it be
If you amuse yourself with me
How bad could it be
Sexuality
Sexuality - k.d. lang
['Pestiferous. There. Sixteen points to me.'
Sylar eyes the board in front of them, then back to Mohinder.
'Okay, now you're just cheating. There's no way you could have made that word out of "pest".'
Mohinder just shrugs. It's on these days he ignores the blood under Sylar's fingernails, the easy way he breezes into Mohinder's apartment by the time Molly's been in bed for over two hours, the way he crosses over and kisses him. It's on these days Mohinder kisses him back hard, a bit too rough to be loving, a bit to willing to be hateful.
Sick in the head, he thinks, before adding '16' to his score. Sylar will win in the end, he already knows it.]
Mohinder's POV
So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans?
I'm either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that's it
Tymps (The Sick In The Head Song) - Fioan Apple
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