A young man walks into the Bar. He's tall and thin, with brown eyes, brown hair, and a confused, slightly pained expression ( Read more... )

He had been very good, staying in a cell he could easily have ripped his way out of (he's fairly sure, anyway), not demanding anything more than any of the other prisoners. He was still trying to be good, sitting cross-legged on the bench that passed for a bed and examination table here. He had a lot to think about, anyway- his family, his ( Read more... )

The man that entered the bar today was like any other working man. He wore a nice suit, matching tie, and his head down reading papers within his hands. But what should be papers about this and that at his job they are old, old scrolls that have long since faded with time. Squinting he tries to make out a few smeared letters before finally opening ( Read more... )

( Cut for spoilers through ''I Think I Read A Fanfic Like That Once'' -- I mean, ''Heroes'' 3x04. )

Okay, look.

See that man sitting at the Bar?

Yes, that man, right there. The one with a smirk like a razor blade, or maybe a very self-satisfied cat. Attractive, cheerful-- he even looks friendly, or at least tends to smile every time he happens to catch someone's eye.

Don't talk to him. It's a bad idea. Trust me on this one ( Read more... )

It's not really a good idea for Adam to be in a bar right now. He has to be at work by 7 tomorrow morning, and his willpower's never been quite the same since Tracy left. At least, not with matters that aren't strictly work-related ( Read more... )

A moment ago he'd been in a car with the girl and her brother, taunting him about his new toy. And then, in a rush of lightheadedness ... he'd woken up here on a couch.

How was he supposed to deal with that? He licked his lips and sighed, pushing himself up so that he was half-sitting. Sylar imagined he looked a little groggy, honestly.

( Spoilers up to Five Years Gone, although this is AU. )

( Spoilers ahoy )

( Close encounters of the spoilers kind. )