Author: Ca
Title: The Echo of Thought
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder, hints of Mohinder/Zane
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes, yo.
Warnings: fluff?, sex, violence, extreme angst
Summary: Happy [early] Birthday, shadowkittykat_Notes: I usually don't do this, but this has to be mentioned. The good majority of this fic was written at 4 AM while I ( Read more... )

Author: Ca
Title: A whisper out of you
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Mohinder/Zane hints, maybe a Paire/Clach hint or two.
Rating: PGish
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes, yo.
Warnings: gen, angst, melancholyness, general strangeness
Summary: A little bit of juxtaposition for the Back to Mylar ficathon.
Word Count: 653

"I don't know what to do with your shirts or your ( Read more... )

Author: Ca
Title: Lies
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Candice/Claire
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes, yo.
Warnings: femslash, het?, angst, weird mindfuckery
Summary: Loosely based on "Four Months Later". Claire has doubts. Written for femslash100.
Word Count: 249
( “He had everything he needed.” )

Author: Ca
Title: Phonecalls to mend and break
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Clach :D
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes, yo.
Warnings: gen, angst, melancholyness, general strangeness
Summary: Loosely based on "Four Months Later". Claire has a conversation with an old friend...
Word Count: 260

He hadn't known what alone felt like until the day she left. No ( Read more... )

He’s always skirting around something, biding his time until… what? Until the end of days? There isn’t much else left of interest for him.

There had been the scientist, but Sylar had sent him away as quickly as he had come.

Mohinder will come back, though, he is certain. If only to defy Sylar, the man will return. Gabriel has never been so ( Read more... )

He looks as if he would taste like rain and blood when he comes to the window late at night. He brushes bits of flesh from his hair, but he could still smell golden; smell like sunrise. He hurts and he quakes and he would feel like no other… It’s personal and he’s in pain.

He’s staring now, but the window never opens. He hangs about outside ( Read more... )

Nathan paces the corridors, his office, Mohinder’s lab. Why is he here? What is he accomplishing? That same old tired song and dance-Gabriel’s mantra of I want to be special. He can’t even be someone with his own face. He has to wear the cloak of Nathan Petrelli, the flying man, whose arrogance is only surpassed by his mob ties.

His face is ( Read more... )

The man draws himself upright, swaying on his feet, his smile sliding away as he nearly falls. Gabriel darts forward to catch him, making a small noise as long fingers clutch at his back, using him to stand. The contact inspires heat to spread over Gabriel’s skin as he tries desperately to keep the other man from slipping through the floor beneath ( Read more... )

A small creature strolls in, looking utterly lost. That’s how Gabriel tends to view his clients-they are so far and few between, and he spends so little time outside the shop. But he relishes every opportunity to help, no matter how small.

“Hello,” he murmurs, looking up from his current project, a thoughtful smile playing on his lips. “ ( Read more... )

Claude hurries down the street now, faster… faster. He knows he can be cruel but he hadn’t meant to be gone so long. It is truly a testament to his worthlessness that New York is still whole. Placing his hand on the door, he knows something is out of place. He shrugs and enters, ever-grateful for the cloak of invisibility that surrounds him.

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