A Whole New World (2/3)
Title: A Whole New World (2/3)
Author: starrdust411
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Rating: PG
Summary: The genie did say to be honest. This was honest right? Word Count: 1,530
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or Aladdin.
Warnings: Humor, Slash, AU
Author's Note: Obviously I can't fool you guys. Everyone seemed to guess that the next movie would be Aladdin, but I guess it's impossible for anyone to live through the 90s and not love Aladdin. Hopefully the final movie will be more of a surprise ;)
Part 1 - Part of Your World
Gabriel frowned, staring up at the balcony several feet above him. He never would have guessed that it would be this hard to make a prince fall in love with you. He had the parade, he had the outfit, he even had the Sultan's enthusiastic approval, yet Prince Mohinder was still giving him the cold shoulder.
"Why won't he talk to me?" he lamented.
"Because you're down here and he's up there. Duh!"
Gabriel glared over at Elle, who was currently using her "phenomenal cosmic powers" to float above him and study her nails in the moonlight. "Funny," he snipped. "But you know what I mean."
Elle tsked, floating back down to the ground and materializing legs. He found it funny that the genie could change her shape at will, yet she chose to say so petite and unintimidating. "Well, gee Gabe, what man wouldn't be charmed by his prospective suitor bragging to his daddy about how he can 'win him' without any problems?"
He hoped it was dark enough that Elle wouldn't be able to see the way his pale cheeks shifted to a bright red in response to her statement. That was a stupid thing to say, but he was being confident, and confident was what Mohinder wanted, right? "Well what am I supposed to do?"
"You could try being honest," she said. "Mohinder seems like a smart guy, I'm sure he'll understand-"
"Are you kidding!" he snapped. "Where was this advice when you were turning every single dead leaf and twig into some elaborate prop for my parade?"
"Well you needed something to grab the Sultan's attention! Just showing up and asking for his son's hand in marriage wouldn't have went over well. But that was Chandra. I can tell Mohinder's different. He wants more substance, more depth."
"He wants a prince," Gabriel snapped, pulling off his turban and adjusting his hair. "And if I were to tell him that I'm just some orphaned watchmaker he'd laugh in my face."
Elle sighed, taking a step closer to him and pressing her small hand against his cheek. "Gabe, all jokes aside, you really should be yourself. You don't need to be Prince Sylar to impress Mohinder. He'll like you just fine the way you are."
Gabriel huffed, stuffing his turban back on over his head. What did genies know about romance anyway? "Nobody liked Gabriel before," he groused, as the magic carpet wafted over to him, sensing that he wanted to go, "why would a prince be any different?"
He could practically feel the displeased gaze in Elle's sharp blue eyes following him as he climbed onto the carpet and flew up to Mohinder's balcony. He didn't know how, but he could hear her evaporate into magical smoke and creep back into the lamp safely tucked away underneath his turban. That didn't matter of course. What did matter was that he had to put on the right facade to impress Prince Mohinder.
Confident, he told himself. Confident and charming.
When they reached the rail of Mohinder's balcony, Gabriel suddenly felt sick. He wanted to go back down to the ground and have Elle berate him some more, but he knew that that ship had sailed. He was already here, so now he had to be princely and charming.
"Prince Mohinder?" he called out, hating how timid and weak his voice sounded.
He saw Mohinder's outline moving around from just behind the sheer curtains. It made his heart hammer and his palms sweat. "Who's there?" the prince's cultured voice asked. There was a hint of nervous fear to his words and Gabriel couldn't really blame him. After all, as far as Mohinder knew, he had just appeared on his balcony by magic and that was an unnerving thought.
"It's me," he began, and then stopped himself. That didn't sound like the tone of voice a charming, confident prince would use. "It is I, Prince Sylar," he announced, making sure that his voice came out proud and booming.
"Go away!" Mohinder snapped. "I do not want to talk to you!"
"Wait, Prince Mo-" His words were cut short when the prince's pet Bengal tiger came prowling out from behind the curtains, teeth bared and claws ready. Gabriel felt his blood run cold as he found himself backing up towards the railing, the beast following him step for step and snarling protectively. "Down kitty," he whispered, hoping his voice sounded calm as he crawled on top of the railing. "Take off and go."
It did nothing to stop the tiger from growling and baring its massive, man eating teeth at him.
"Nirand, stop that." Gabriel was relieved when Prince Mohinder finally emerged from behind the curtains, an amused smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around the jungle cat's neck, effectively reining him in. "Don't kill him on my balcony," he said, practically cooing the words as if he weren't talking to a fully grown, agitated tiger. Mohinder peeled his eyes away from the animal just long enough to pin his frosty stare on Gabriel's still nervous form. "How did you get up here, anyway?"
"Uh... I flew?" he said. Elle did say to be honest. This was honest, right?
"You flew?" he repeated, disbelief shinning in his eyes.
Gabriel twisted around, waving to the carpet floating a foot below them. The carpet saw the gesture -- how the hell the carpet saw anything he would never know -- and came drifting up as if on a breeze right in front of him. He crawled on and watched as Mohinder's eyes widened, sparkling with curiosity.
"It's a magic carpet," Gabriel announced and instantly regretted it. As if the prince hadn't already figured that out for himself.
"That's... extraordinary," the prince breathed, reaching out a tentative hand to inspect the rug. The carpet reached out with its tassel and grasped the prince's hand, curving his fabric around the offered appendage in what to Gabriel's eyes looked like a kiss. His face burned bright red. Damn carpet getting fresh with his man. "Charming," Mohinder chuckled, pulling his hand away.
That's when it hit him, the perfect way to get the prince to warm up to him. Back at his shop, when Mohinder had been disguised as a commoner and Gabriel had been foolish enough to entertain the idea that such a beauty would be interested in him, Prince Mohinder had spoken of a desire to escape, to go out and see far off places. It was a desire they both shared and one of the things that made Gabriel so interested in him.
His watchmaker's instincts would have him breaking out into a panicked sweat, but Gabriel forced himself to be cool confident Prince Sylar and ask, "Would you like to go for a ride?"
The prince looked hesitant, studying the carpet with a curious eye. "Is it safe?" he asked, bending over slightly to look underneath the rug only to see empty air. "I mean, we're both two fully grown men. Can it support our combined weight?"
Gabriel felt his heart flutter at the man's question. Prince Mohinder was so adorable when he was being scholarly and inquisitive. "It's perfectly safe," he assured him, reaching out with what he hoped was a dry hand and offering it to the prince. "Do you trust me?"
Mohinder's eyes snapped towards him then, a strange gleam shining behind his clear brown orbs and Gabriel didn't know if he had said something right or wrong. "What?" Mohinder breathed, his face still an unreadable mask.
"Do you trust me?" he repeated, hoping the prince didn't leave him hanging for too long.
Mohinder smiled, placing his hand firmly in his. There was a twinkle in his eyes as if he had just caught Gabriel in an inescapable trap, but he pushed the thought away. Nothing was wrong; everything was perfect because Mohinder still thought he was Prince Sylar. "Yes," Mohinder whispered, just as Gabriel pulled him up and onto the carpet.
The prince wobbled, unstable for a moment as he crawled on the rug, gripping Gabriel's broad shoulders for support. For some reason, the carpet thought that this was the perfect time to take off, and maybe it was because the shock of the sudden movement forced Prince Mohinder to hold onto him, pressing his broad chest against Gabriel's back. Gabriel smiled, glancing behind him to see the prince's face buried against his shoulder, his whole body trembling as he struggled to calm himself. After a while, Prince Mohinder calmed, releasing Gabriel from his grasp and settling down next to him on the carpet. It wasn't as nice as having the prince pressed up against him and holding him with all his might, but the rug wasn't very wide, so the two men had to sit pressed against each other to keep from falling off.
"This is amazing!" Mohinder breathed, peering out over the edge of the rug to gaze at the twinkling world passing by just below them.
Gabriel smiled, taking a chance and grasping Mohinder's hand in his. If the prince noticed, he didn't seem to care, and Gabriel knew that this wish hadn't been a mistake after all.
Part 3 - I Know This Story
Author: starrdust411
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Rating: PG
Summary: The genie did say to be honest. This was honest right? Word Count: 1,530
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or Aladdin.
Warnings: Humor, Slash, AU
Author's Note: Obviously I can't fool you guys. Everyone seemed to guess that the next movie would be Aladdin, but I guess it's impossible for anyone to live through the 90s and not love Aladdin. Hopefully the final movie will be more of a surprise ;)
Part 1 - Part of Your World
Gabriel frowned, staring up at the balcony several feet above him. He never would have guessed that it would be this hard to make a prince fall in love with you. He had the parade, he had the outfit, he even had the Sultan's enthusiastic approval, yet Prince Mohinder was still giving him the cold shoulder.
"Why won't he talk to me?" he lamented.
"Because you're down here and he's up there. Duh!"
Gabriel glared over at Elle, who was currently using her "phenomenal cosmic powers" to float above him and study her nails in the moonlight. "Funny," he snipped. "But you know what I mean."
Elle tsked, floating back down to the ground and materializing legs. He found it funny that the genie could change her shape at will, yet she chose to say so petite and unintimidating. "Well, gee Gabe, what man wouldn't be charmed by his prospective suitor bragging to his daddy about how he can 'win him' without any problems?"
He hoped it was dark enough that Elle wouldn't be able to see the way his pale cheeks shifted to a bright red in response to her statement. That was a stupid thing to say, but he was being confident, and confident was what Mohinder wanted, right? "Well what am I supposed to do?"
"You could try being honest," she said. "Mohinder seems like a smart guy, I'm sure he'll understand-"
"Are you kidding!" he snapped. "Where was this advice when you were turning every single dead leaf and twig into some elaborate prop for my parade?"
"Well you needed something to grab the Sultan's attention! Just showing up and asking for his son's hand in marriage wouldn't have went over well. But that was Chandra. I can tell Mohinder's different. He wants more substance, more depth."
"He wants a prince," Gabriel snapped, pulling off his turban and adjusting his hair. "And if I were to tell him that I'm just some orphaned watchmaker he'd laugh in my face."
Elle sighed, taking a step closer to him and pressing her small hand against his cheek. "Gabe, all jokes aside, you really should be yourself. You don't need to be Prince Sylar to impress Mohinder. He'll like you just fine the way you are."
Gabriel huffed, stuffing his turban back on over his head. What did genies know about romance anyway? "Nobody liked Gabriel before," he groused, as the magic carpet wafted over to him, sensing that he wanted to go, "why would a prince be any different?"
He could practically feel the displeased gaze in Elle's sharp blue eyes following him as he climbed onto the carpet and flew up to Mohinder's balcony. He didn't know how, but he could hear her evaporate into magical smoke and creep back into the lamp safely tucked away underneath his turban. That didn't matter of course. What did matter was that he had to put on the right facade to impress Prince Mohinder.
Confident, he told himself. Confident and charming.
When they reached the rail of Mohinder's balcony, Gabriel suddenly felt sick. He wanted to go back down to the ground and have Elle berate him some more, but he knew that that ship had sailed. He was already here, so now he had to be princely and charming.
"Prince Mohinder?" he called out, hating how timid and weak his voice sounded.
He saw Mohinder's outline moving around from just behind the sheer curtains. It made his heart hammer and his palms sweat. "Who's there?" the prince's cultured voice asked. There was a hint of nervous fear to his words and Gabriel couldn't really blame him. After all, as far as Mohinder knew, he had just appeared on his balcony by magic and that was an unnerving thought.
"It's me," he began, and then stopped himself. That didn't sound like the tone of voice a charming, confident prince would use. "It is I, Prince Sylar," he announced, making sure that his voice came out proud and booming.
"Go away!" Mohinder snapped. "I do not want to talk to you!"
"Wait, Prince Mo-" His words were cut short when the prince's pet Bengal tiger came prowling out from behind the curtains, teeth bared and claws ready. Gabriel felt his blood run cold as he found himself backing up towards the railing, the beast following him step for step and snarling protectively. "Down kitty," he whispered, hoping his voice sounded calm as he crawled on top of the railing. "Take off and go."
It did nothing to stop the tiger from growling and baring its massive, man eating teeth at him.
"Nirand, stop that." Gabriel was relieved when Prince Mohinder finally emerged from behind the curtains, an amused smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around the jungle cat's neck, effectively reining him in. "Don't kill him on my balcony," he said, practically cooing the words as if he weren't talking to a fully grown, agitated tiger. Mohinder peeled his eyes away from the animal just long enough to pin his frosty stare on Gabriel's still nervous form. "How did you get up here, anyway?"
"Uh... I flew?" he said. Elle did say to be honest. This was honest, right?
"You flew?" he repeated, disbelief shinning in his eyes.
Gabriel twisted around, waving to the carpet floating a foot below them. The carpet saw the gesture -- how the hell the carpet saw anything he would never know -- and came drifting up as if on a breeze right in front of him. He crawled on and watched as Mohinder's eyes widened, sparkling with curiosity.
"It's a magic carpet," Gabriel announced and instantly regretted it. As if the prince hadn't already figured that out for himself.
"That's... extraordinary," the prince breathed, reaching out a tentative hand to inspect the rug. The carpet reached out with its tassel and grasped the prince's hand, curving his fabric around the offered appendage in what to Gabriel's eyes looked like a kiss. His face burned bright red. Damn carpet getting fresh with his man. "Charming," Mohinder chuckled, pulling his hand away.
That's when it hit him, the perfect way to get the prince to warm up to him. Back at his shop, when Mohinder had been disguised as a commoner and Gabriel had been foolish enough to entertain the idea that such a beauty would be interested in him, Prince Mohinder had spoken of a desire to escape, to go out and see far off places. It was a desire they both shared and one of the things that made Gabriel so interested in him.
His watchmaker's instincts would have him breaking out into a panicked sweat, but Gabriel forced himself to be cool confident Prince Sylar and ask, "Would you like to go for a ride?"
The prince looked hesitant, studying the carpet with a curious eye. "Is it safe?" he asked, bending over slightly to look underneath the rug only to see empty air. "I mean, we're both two fully grown men. Can it support our combined weight?"
Gabriel felt his heart flutter at the man's question. Prince Mohinder was so adorable when he was being scholarly and inquisitive. "It's perfectly safe," he assured him, reaching out with what he hoped was a dry hand and offering it to the prince. "Do you trust me?"
Mohinder's eyes snapped towards him then, a strange gleam shining behind his clear brown orbs and Gabriel didn't know if he had said something right or wrong. "What?" Mohinder breathed, his face still an unreadable mask.
"Do you trust me?" he repeated, hoping the prince didn't leave him hanging for too long.
Mohinder smiled, placing his hand firmly in his. There was a twinkle in his eyes as if he had just caught Gabriel in an inescapable trap, but he pushed the thought away. Nothing was wrong; everything was perfect because Mohinder still thought he was Prince Sylar. "Yes," Mohinder whispered, just as Gabriel pulled him up and onto the carpet.
The prince wobbled, unstable for a moment as he crawled on the rug, gripping Gabriel's broad shoulders for support. For some reason, the carpet thought that this was the perfect time to take off, and maybe it was because the shock of the sudden movement forced Prince Mohinder to hold onto him, pressing his broad chest against Gabriel's back. Gabriel smiled, glancing behind him to see the prince's face buried against his shoulder, his whole body trembling as he struggled to calm himself. After a while, Prince Mohinder calmed, releasing Gabriel from his grasp and settling down next to him on the carpet. It wasn't as nice as having the prince pressed up against him and holding him with all his might, but the rug wasn't very wide, so the two men had to sit pressed against each other to keep from falling off.
"This is amazing!" Mohinder breathed, peering out over the edge of the rug to gaze at the twinkling world passing by just below them.
Gabriel smiled, taking a chance and grasping Mohinder's hand in his. If the prince noticed, he didn't seem to care, and Gabriel knew that this wish hadn't been a mistake after all.
Part 3 - I Know This Story