Fic: The Year After
Title: The Year After
Author: starrdust411
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Rating: PG-13
Summary: For the schmoop_bingo challenge. Prompt: Anniversary - First (Word Count: 788)
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Warnings: Crack, Language, Slash
Mohinder hated the sound of his phone ringing. Well, not usually, just when it rang in the middle of the night like it was doing right now. It was just horrible timing all around. Not only was this the first night in nearly a month that he had managed to fall asleep at a decent hour, it was also the first time in a week that he had forgotten to turn his phone off before going to bed. It was something he had started doing fairly recently as away to save battery life, but now he realized he should have done it to save his own sanity.
He groaned, blinking awake as the phone continued to ring... ring... ring.
The ringing stopped as the phone switched to voicemail, the display light a beacon piercing through the darkness, but Mohinder was so damn tired that he actually found himself drifting back to sleep before he could even consider picking up the phone and checking if there had been a message.
His eyes may have already been closed, but Mohinder had a feeling that the light on the display screen had just barely begun to dim when the phone once again began to ring... ring... ring.
Obviously whoever was calling had something important to say and would not be ignored. He was practically growling as he reached over to his nightstand and searched with tired fingers for the elusive mobile device before grabbing it and pressing the phone against his ears without looking at the ID display.
"What?" he rasped, completely indifferent to the harshness of his tone.
"Happy anniversary."
Mohinder blinked, his sluggish brain struggling to comprehend what had just been said or even who had said it (although that voice did sound familiar). "What?"
"It's our one year anniversary."
"What?"
"It's been a year since we met." Mohinder blinked. He could now tell that it was Sylar speaking, but he wasn't at all sure what he was talking about. Mohinder struggled to think of the day, but he couldn't. He could only focus on the fact that the bright red numbers on his alarm clock were saying that it was well past midnight. "And it was exactly one year ago today that we slept together for the very first time."
Now Mohinder was wide awake. "Oh my God!" he gasped, sitting up straight in horror. "Are you telling me that you actually bothered to remember the exact time when we fucked? You are such a freak!"
"We didn't 'fuck'! We made love!" Sylar argued pathetically and Mohinder could have sworn that he heard the man sniff softly as if in remorse. "And it was a beautiful experience."
"Did you really just call me in the middle of the night to rub the fact that we had sex in my face?" Mohinder grumbled. "Because I am really too tired for this."
"You're cold," Sylar huffed indignantly. "This is important to me and it should be important to you, too!"
"I'm sorry, but it's nearly one in the morning and I have to get up in a few hours. What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to care! Care more!"
Mohinder pulled the phone away so that he could yawn, rubbing his face vigorously. He had a feeling he wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep after all this. "You can't make me care, Sylar," he chided. "That's not the way these things work."
He had expected another indignant huff or for Sylar to continue to rant about the significance of the subject. Instead his tired ears were greeted by yet another loud snivel followed closely by what sounded like muffled sobs. He frowned, straining his ears to check if he was hearing things correctly, but the sound was unmistakable. "Sylar? Are you crying?"
"No," he sobbed, sniffling tearfully.
Mohinder groaned, resting his head wearily against arm. "Please tell me you're drunk."
"Unlike you, getting drunk isn't the only way I feel things, Mohinder," Sylar snapped bitterly.
"I'm going to hang up now."
"Can I come over?"
He yawned, stretching out against the soft mattress that was slowly growing cold. "Well, if it'll make you stop crying... Wait a minute. No!"
"Too late! You said yes!"
He sighed, lifting his head to glance at the clock resting on his bedside table. It was already a little after one and Mohinder knew that he wouldn't be able to stop Sylar even if he tried. "Fine," he sighed. "Fine, you can come over, but I'm going to sleep so don't wake me."
"Can we spoon?" Sylar asked eagerly.
"I said don't wake me!"
"What if I'm really gentle?"
Mohinder groaned, flopping back against is pillow. "Fine."
Author: starrdust411
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Rating: PG-13
Summary: For the schmoop_bingo challenge. Prompt: Anniversary - First (Word Count: 788)
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Warnings: Crack, Language, Slash
Mohinder hated the sound of his phone ringing. Well, not usually, just when it rang in the middle of the night like it was doing right now. It was just horrible timing all around. Not only was this the first night in nearly a month that he had managed to fall asleep at a decent hour, it was also the first time in a week that he had forgotten to turn his phone off before going to bed. It was something he had started doing fairly recently as away to save battery life, but now he realized he should have done it to save his own sanity.
He groaned, blinking awake as the phone continued to ring... ring... ring.
The ringing stopped as the phone switched to voicemail, the display light a beacon piercing through the darkness, but Mohinder was so damn tired that he actually found himself drifting back to sleep before he could even consider picking up the phone and checking if there had been a message.
His eyes may have already been closed, but Mohinder had a feeling that the light on the display screen had just barely begun to dim when the phone once again began to ring... ring... ring.
Obviously whoever was calling had something important to say and would not be ignored. He was practically growling as he reached over to his nightstand and searched with tired fingers for the elusive mobile device before grabbing it and pressing the phone against his ears without looking at the ID display.
"What?" he rasped, completely indifferent to the harshness of his tone.
"Happy anniversary."
Mohinder blinked, his sluggish brain struggling to comprehend what had just been said or even who had said it (although that voice did sound familiar). "What?"
"It's our one year anniversary."
"What?"
"It's been a year since we met." Mohinder blinked. He could now tell that it was Sylar speaking, but he wasn't at all sure what he was talking about. Mohinder struggled to think of the day, but he couldn't. He could only focus on the fact that the bright red numbers on his alarm clock were saying that it was well past midnight. "And it was exactly one year ago today that we slept together for the very first time."
Now Mohinder was wide awake. "Oh my God!" he gasped, sitting up straight in horror. "Are you telling me that you actually bothered to remember the exact time when we fucked? You are such a freak!"
"We didn't 'fuck'! We made love!" Sylar argued pathetically and Mohinder could have sworn that he heard the man sniff softly as if in remorse. "And it was a beautiful experience."
"Did you really just call me in the middle of the night to rub the fact that we had sex in my face?" Mohinder grumbled. "Because I am really too tired for this."
"You're cold," Sylar huffed indignantly. "This is important to me and it should be important to you, too!"
"I'm sorry, but it's nearly one in the morning and I have to get up in a few hours. What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to care! Care more!"
Mohinder pulled the phone away so that he could yawn, rubbing his face vigorously. He had a feeling he wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep after all this. "You can't make me care, Sylar," he chided. "That's not the way these things work."
He had expected another indignant huff or for Sylar to continue to rant about the significance of the subject. Instead his tired ears were greeted by yet another loud snivel followed closely by what sounded like muffled sobs. He frowned, straining his ears to check if he was hearing things correctly, but the sound was unmistakable. "Sylar? Are you crying?"
"No," he sobbed, sniffling tearfully.
Mohinder groaned, resting his head wearily against arm. "Please tell me you're drunk."
"Unlike you, getting drunk isn't the only way I feel things, Mohinder," Sylar snapped bitterly.
"I'm going to hang up now."
"Can I come over?"
He yawned, stretching out against the soft mattress that was slowly growing cold. "Well, if it'll make you stop crying... Wait a minute. No!"
"Too late! You said yes!"
He sighed, lifting his head to glance at the clock resting on his bedside table. It was already a little after one and Mohinder knew that he wouldn't be able to stop Sylar even if he tried. "Fine," he sighed. "Fine, you can come over, but I'm going to sleep so don't wake me."
"Can we spoon?" Sylar asked eagerly.
"I said don't wake me!"
"What if I'm really gentle?"
Mohinder groaned, flopping back against is pillow. "Fine."