Fic: Waking Dream
Title: Waking Dream
Author: lastcutebender
Character/Pairing: Sylar/Gabriel G., Mohinder
Rating: R (just to be safe)
Word Count: 1921
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes.
Warning: If you don't like AU's or slight AU's, don't read on.
Author's Note: Behold, chapter three! I hope you enjoy it, and hopefully I will have chapter four out in a timely fashion, LoL! Happy reading.
Summary: We never really appreciate linear thought until it's ripped away from us. When you can't remember who you are, nothing else really matters. All you want is the truth, and you want it now. Slight AU.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Waking Dream
Chapter 3
Let Me Be Your Swear Word
Stumbling was the only thing he could manage at the moment. He hadn’t realized how much his body had suffered.
Captivity is degenerative.
Tripping against a tree he rested, catching his breath. He didn’t know where he was going, what he was running too, but if it meant answers…he would brave it.
Before he left the hospital he made sure to snatch a jacket from one of the guards. It was long enough to not look idiotic, but not enough to make him invisible.
Sirens wailed as they zipped passed him, taking no notice to the man in patients’ garb. He smirked.
‘Who said you can’t get away with murder?’
Traipsing through the scattered trees he did his best to stay off the road, knowing he would be stopped if seen.
His mind was on one thing and one thing alone.
Chandra Suresh.
He needed a phone book.
Pausing he gripped his head, wincing a bit. It was still swirling, still taking confusion and melding it into complete nonsense. But it was getting better, he could think now…somewhat.
Grass and leaves crunched beneath his slippered feet. The sound carried him easily through the scattered trees and even more scattered thoughts. He could do this. He had to do this.
The idea of New York seemed fuzzy to him, like a picture blurring at the edges. He remembered living in Queens…but where? Did he truly ever live there or was his mind believing the lies he had been told back at the hospital. He should have searched his file.
Cursing he slammed an angry fist against the hard bark of a tree.
His thoughts provided him no answer this time and he cursed again. His mind wasn’t healing fast enough. Forgetting was like a cancer, it ate away at his mind, completely relentless. Breaking out should have fixed it, but something was still happening.
Suresh would have the answer.
*****
“Scattered thunderstorms expected throughout the day so make sure you remember to pack that umbrella. Now let’s take a look at-”
“Molly I thought I told you I don’t like you watching the news.” Mohinder griped as he walked briskly passed her, heading for the kitchen.
“Ms. Pearson says it’s good to keep up with current events.” Molly quipped happily, her eyes never leaving the screen.
“Ms. Pearson obviously doesn’t have children.” The Indian man mumbled under his breath, twisting and tugging at the dangling piece of cloth at his neck. Ties weren’t his specialty.
With an annoyed sigh he snatched the article from around his neck and threw it on the tabletop, running an aggravated hand through his hair. It seemed that it was just going to be one of those days.
“…local Psychiatric hospital ’Bishop Hill’ in Hartsdale, New York…”
Bishop Hill.
Bishop Hill.
Now that was a place he hadn’t heard of in quite some time.
Cold fear dribbled down Mohinder’s spine and slowly he turned towards the screen, practically leaping across the room.
“Turn the volume up.” he urged Molly.
“…the scene of a series of gruesome murders…”
“Go put your raincoat on Molly”
“Bu-”
“Now.”
The young brunette sighed and rolled her eyes, pulling herself off the floor and running into her room to retrieve the item.
Mohinder lowered himself onto the edge of the sofa, his eyes fixed on the pictures displayed on the screen.
“…founder and head doctor Bob Bishop and daughter Elle Bishop were among the deceased.”
His pocket vibrated. Someone else had heard the news.
He wasn’t ready to answer.
“Officials have stated that the patient’s body was found five miles from the hospital, cause of death is still to be determined but poison is suspected. Whether the hospital is to remain open is unknown but the remaining patients, along with personnel not being held for questioning, are being transported to sister hospital ’Eden Road’ in nearby Scarsdale…”
The vibrating was quite insistent. Shaky hands fumbled the phone out of his pocket before flipping it open and pressing it to his ear.
“Are you watching thi-”
“Yes.” Mohinder hissed, his voice low, eyes staring unseeing at the screen now.
“Their saying it was another patient not Sylar.”
“Are you really surprised?” Mohinder responded, his body numb.
This couldn’t be happening.
“No.” the voice sighed, “Just when you start getting used to the idea that you’re safe.”
Mohinder stood, sitting still wasn‘t an option. “This is no time to try and be light hearted Peter.”
“Have you heard from Matt?” the younger Petrelli asked, ignoring his friends remark.
“Not yet, but something tells me I will be soon.” tell tale thumping from the hall reminded him of the young presence still within earshot. Checking to see if she was standing behind him, Mohinder was relieved to find that she wasn’t.
“Peter I can’t really talk right now, I have to take Molly to school.”
“Right, parenthood.” Peter chuckled, “Tell Molly ‘hi’ for me.”
“How you can still maintain your pleasant demeanor in a situation like this is a mystery to me.”
“Call me when you can talk.” Peter smiled, a click following shortly.
Mohinder returned the mobile to his pocket and grabbed his blazer from the back of a chair.
Sylar was free and Peter was right. Just when you got used to the idea of safety and solace, it was always ripped out from under you when you least expected it.
*****
Cold reached his bones as he trudged alongside the wet road. The sound of the rain hitting the pavement was a gruesome reminder of how biting it was.
Screaming.
Blood.
Scissors.
These flashes were doing nothing for him. The pictures blinking across his memory didn’t help him remember, it just made him angrier.
Flickering eyelids tried to close but he fought against it, concentrating on the motion of his legs. He tried his best to remember something coherent narrowing his eyes in the process.
The sun room. The smooth bingo chip that he hadn’t reached for.
How did that happen?
The brunet felt moronic asking himself these questions, it wasn’t as if his touched mind was going to answer him.
“My name is Chandra Suresh.”
He knew that already. The statement curled around his mind as if taunting it with the small revelation.
Why was Suresh so important?
Timepieces.
This he didn’t mind. He could form small tiny thoughts now, he could handle this.
Timepieces.
Timepieces.
“I can fix that.”
Progress was always something to smile about.
*****
“Molly’s in school Matt, she’s fine.”
“Do you know what this means?” Matt stressed, his panic streaming through the phone like water.
“Yes I know what this means. I’ve cancelled all my classes and I’m packing as we speak.”
Mohinder grunted, as if to emphasize his point, as he picked up an overstuffed suitcase and placed it by his bedroom door.
“Where are you going?”
“Where do you think Matthew.” Mohinder snipped, folding up some of Molly’s favorite clothes and packing them into a smaller duffle bag.
“You’re unbelievable, still pissy even at a time like this.”
“It was an idiotic question. Like I would be dumb enough to stay in the city with a newly crazed Sylar on the streets.” Mohinder paused in his ministrations and quickly walked to Molly’s room, picking up some of her favorite gadgets.
“I’m assuming you’ve already called your mom.” Matt continued, shuffling around his home in an attempt to stave off the tingle of paranoia.
“Yes, she’s already expecting us.”
The Indian man ran a hand down his face and looked out the window.
How much closer was he now?
“Do you think he knows what was going on?” Matt asked after a short silence, his voice hushed.
Mohinder stood silent, his stomach doing back flips at the thought. “Let’s hope not.” he responded, voice equally low.
If Sylar knew what they had done to him, they were already dead.
A knock at the door sounded and Mohinder practically jumped out of his skin, dropping the phone in the process. He picked it up quickly and put it back to his ear.
“I have to let you go, Peter’s here.”
“Ask who it is before you open the door!” Matt demanded, “Look through the peep hole.”
“You really think Sylar would knock? I’ll talk to you later Matt.” before the telepath could say goodbye Mohinder snapped the phone shut and opened the door, letting Peter in.
“How did you know it was me? What if it was Sylar?” the empath questioned as he set down his messenger bag on the table.
Mohinder ignored the question and closed the door, snapping the locks shut.
As if they would hold out what would inevitably find him.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” Mohinder questioned, true concern in his voice as he looked at his friend.
“Mohinder, I’m fine here. If Sylar comes to find me I’ll be ready for him.” Peter smiled easily. “My home is here besides, I don’t have any kids that I need to protect. You’re doing the right thing leaving.”
Mohinder couldn’t help but smile at the younger man’s statement. Peter, ever the optimist.
“Molly should be home from school soon. Let me get her bags.”
The genetics professor went to his room and a carried two very large suitcases into the living room. Peter didn’t hide his astonishment.
“Oh my God. How much crap does Molly have?”
Mohinder shot him a look and handed one to the brunet. “Lets load up the car before she gets here.”
Opening the door Mohinder pried a screwdriver between the hinge to keep it open while they carried the luggage out.
Peter huffed as he walked down the steps, taking one at a time. “Does she know that you’re not leaving till tomorrow?”
“Not yet.” Mohinder answered, worry evident in his tone. “She’s going to be furious.”
“She has every right to be.” Peter stated simply, stopping at the last step to take a breath. “You should be going with her.”
“I have to make sure that my replacement has all the proper paperwork.” the professor responded, waiting for his friend to catch his breath. “I’ll be on a plane by noon tomorrow.”
‘If everything goes well.’
The two stood quiet for a while, both thinking over the eminent danger that was making its way towards their lives. Towards their loved ones.
And no one had any control over the situation.
“What’s Matt doing?” Peter asked softly, picking up the bag and carrying it through the doorway and outside.
“He’s flying in tomorrow. He and Bennet are going to try and find Sylar before he finds us.” Mohinder informed him, hefting up the bag and putting it on top of the trunk of Peter‘s car.
Thunder rumbled in the distance and he looked up. The sky’s were overcast, the grayish black didn’t help the mood floating over the two. A raindrop plopped on the back of scientist’s hand and he stared at it.
How do you convince yourself that everything is going to be okay when you know it won’t be?
Author: lastcutebender
Character/Pairing: Sylar/Gabriel G., Mohinder
Rating: R (just to be safe)
Word Count: 1921
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes.
Warning: If you don't like AU's or slight AU's, don't read on.
Author's Note: Behold, chapter three! I hope you enjoy it, and hopefully I will have chapter four out in a timely fashion, LoL! Happy reading.
Summary: We never really appreciate linear thought until it's ripped away from us. When you can't remember who you are, nothing else really matters. All you want is the truth, and you want it now. Slight AU.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Waking Dream
Chapter 3
Let Me Be Your Swear Word
Stumbling was the only thing he could manage at the moment. He hadn’t realized how much his body had suffered.
Captivity is degenerative.
Tripping against a tree he rested, catching his breath. He didn’t know where he was going, what he was running too, but if it meant answers…he would brave it.
Before he left the hospital he made sure to snatch a jacket from one of the guards. It was long enough to not look idiotic, but not enough to make him invisible.
Sirens wailed as they zipped passed him, taking no notice to the man in patients’ garb. He smirked.
‘Who said you can’t get away with murder?’
Traipsing through the scattered trees he did his best to stay off the road, knowing he would be stopped if seen.
His mind was on one thing and one thing alone.
Chandra Suresh.
He needed a phone book.
Pausing he gripped his head, wincing a bit. It was still swirling, still taking confusion and melding it into complete nonsense. But it was getting better, he could think now…somewhat.
Grass and leaves crunched beneath his slippered feet. The sound carried him easily through the scattered trees and even more scattered thoughts. He could do this. He had to do this.
The idea of New York seemed fuzzy to him, like a picture blurring at the edges. He remembered living in Queens…but where? Did he truly ever live there or was his mind believing the lies he had been told back at the hospital. He should have searched his file.
Cursing he slammed an angry fist against the hard bark of a tree.
His thoughts provided him no answer this time and he cursed again. His mind wasn’t healing fast enough. Forgetting was like a cancer, it ate away at his mind, completely relentless. Breaking out should have fixed it, but something was still happening.
Suresh would have the answer.
*****
“Scattered thunderstorms expected throughout the day so make sure you remember to pack that umbrella. Now let’s take a look at-”
“Molly I thought I told you I don’t like you watching the news.” Mohinder griped as he walked briskly passed her, heading for the kitchen.
“Ms. Pearson says it’s good to keep up with current events.” Molly quipped happily, her eyes never leaving the screen.
“Ms. Pearson obviously doesn’t have children.” The Indian man mumbled under his breath, twisting and tugging at the dangling piece of cloth at his neck. Ties weren’t his specialty.
With an annoyed sigh he snatched the article from around his neck and threw it on the tabletop, running an aggravated hand through his hair. It seemed that it was just going to be one of those days.
“…local Psychiatric hospital ’Bishop Hill’ in Hartsdale, New York…”
Bishop Hill.
Bishop Hill.
Now that was a place he hadn’t heard of in quite some time.
Cold fear dribbled down Mohinder’s spine and slowly he turned towards the screen, practically leaping across the room.
“Turn the volume up.” he urged Molly.
“…the scene of a series of gruesome murders…”
“Go put your raincoat on Molly”
“Bu-”
“Now.”
The young brunette sighed and rolled her eyes, pulling herself off the floor and running into her room to retrieve the item.
Mohinder lowered himself onto the edge of the sofa, his eyes fixed on the pictures displayed on the screen.
“…founder and head doctor Bob Bishop and daughter Elle Bishop were among the deceased.”
His pocket vibrated. Someone else had heard the news.
He wasn’t ready to answer.
“Officials have stated that the patient’s body was found five miles from the hospital, cause of death is still to be determined but poison is suspected. Whether the hospital is to remain open is unknown but the remaining patients, along with personnel not being held for questioning, are being transported to sister hospital ’Eden Road’ in nearby Scarsdale…”
The vibrating was quite insistent. Shaky hands fumbled the phone out of his pocket before flipping it open and pressing it to his ear.
“Are you watching thi-”
“Yes.” Mohinder hissed, his voice low, eyes staring unseeing at the screen now.
“Their saying it was another patient not Sylar.”
“Are you really surprised?” Mohinder responded, his body numb.
This couldn’t be happening.
“No.” the voice sighed, “Just when you start getting used to the idea that you’re safe.”
Mohinder stood, sitting still wasn‘t an option. “This is no time to try and be light hearted Peter.”
“Have you heard from Matt?” the younger Petrelli asked, ignoring his friends remark.
“Not yet, but something tells me I will be soon.” tell tale thumping from the hall reminded him of the young presence still within earshot. Checking to see if she was standing behind him, Mohinder was relieved to find that she wasn’t.
“Peter I can’t really talk right now, I have to take Molly to school.”
“Right, parenthood.” Peter chuckled, “Tell Molly ‘hi’ for me.”
“How you can still maintain your pleasant demeanor in a situation like this is a mystery to me.”
“Call me when you can talk.” Peter smiled, a click following shortly.
Mohinder returned the mobile to his pocket and grabbed his blazer from the back of a chair.
Sylar was free and Peter was right. Just when you got used to the idea of safety and solace, it was always ripped out from under you when you least expected it.
*****
Cold reached his bones as he trudged alongside the wet road. The sound of the rain hitting the pavement was a gruesome reminder of how biting it was.
Screaming.
Blood.
Scissors.
These flashes were doing nothing for him. The pictures blinking across his memory didn’t help him remember, it just made him angrier.
Flickering eyelids tried to close but he fought against it, concentrating on the motion of his legs. He tried his best to remember something coherent narrowing his eyes in the process.
The sun room. The smooth bingo chip that he hadn’t reached for.
How did that happen?
The brunet felt moronic asking himself these questions, it wasn’t as if his touched mind was going to answer him.
“My name is Chandra Suresh.”
He knew that already. The statement curled around his mind as if taunting it with the small revelation.
Why was Suresh so important?
Timepieces.
This he didn’t mind. He could form small tiny thoughts now, he could handle this.
Timepieces.
Timepieces.
“I can fix that.”
Progress was always something to smile about.
*****
“Molly’s in school Matt, she’s fine.”
“Do you know what this means?” Matt stressed, his panic streaming through the phone like water.
“Yes I know what this means. I’ve cancelled all my classes and I’m packing as we speak.”
Mohinder grunted, as if to emphasize his point, as he picked up an overstuffed suitcase and placed it by his bedroom door.
“Where are you going?”
“Where do you think Matthew.” Mohinder snipped, folding up some of Molly’s favorite clothes and packing them into a smaller duffle bag.
“You’re unbelievable, still pissy even at a time like this.”
“It was an idiotic question. Like I would be dumb enough to stay in the city with a newly crazed Sylar on the streets.” Mohinder paused in his ministrations and quickly walked to Molly’s room, picking up some of her favorite gadgets.
“I’m assuming you’ve already called your mom.” Matt continued, shuffling around his home in an attempt to stave off the tingle of paranoia.
“Yes, she’s already expecting us.”
The Indian man ran a hand down his face and looked out the window.
How much closer was he now?
“Do you think he knows what was going on?” Matt asked after a short silence, his voice hushed.
Mohinder stood silent, his stomach doing back flips at the thought. “Let’s hope not.” he responded, voice equally low.
If Sylar knew what they had done to him, they were already dead.
A knock at the door sounded and Mohinder practically jumped out of his skin, dropping the phone in the process. He picked it up quickly and put it back to his ear.
“I have to let you go, Peter’s here.”
“Ask who it is before you open the door!” Matt demanded, “Look through the peep hole.”
“You really think Sylar would knock? I’ll talk to you later Matt.” before the telepath could say goodbye Mohinder snapped the phone shut and opened the door, letting Peter in.
“How did you know it was me? What if it was Sylar?” the empath questioned as he set down his messenger bag on the table.
Mohinder ignored the question and closed the door, snapping the locks shut.
As if they would hold out what would inevitably find him.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” Mohinder questioned, true concern in his voice as he looked at his friend.
“Mohinder, I’m fine here. If Sylar comes to find me I’ll be ready for him.” Peter smiled easily. “My home is here besides, I don’t have any kids that I need to protect. You’re doing the right thing leaving.”
Mohinder couldn’t help but smile at the younger man’s statement. Peter, ever the optimist.
“Molly should be home from school soon. Let me get her bags.”
The genetics professor went to his room and a carried two very large suitcases into the living room. Peter didn’t hide his astonishment.
“Oh my God. How much crap does Molly have?”
Mohinder shot him a look and handed one to the brunet. “Lets load up the car before she gets here.”
Opening the door Mohinder pried a screwdriver between the hinge to keep it open while they carried the luggage out.
Peter huffed as he walked down the steps, taking one at a time. “Does she know that you’re not leaving till tomorrow?”
“Not yet.” Mohinder answered, worry evident in his tone. “She’s going to be furious.”
“She has every right to be.” Peter stated simply, stopping at the last step to take a breath. “You should be going with her.”
“I have to make sure that my replacement has all the proper paperwork.” the professor responded, waiting for his friend to catch his breath. “I’ll be on a plane by noon tomorrow.”
‘If everything goes well.’
The two stood quiet for a while, both thinking over the eminent danger that was making its way towards their lives. Towards their loved ones.
And no one had any control over the situation.
“What’s Matt doing?” Peter asked softly, picking up the bag and carrying it through the doorway and outside.
“He’s flying in tomorrow. He and Bennet are going to try and find Sylar before he finds us.” Mohinder informed him, hefting up the bag and putting it on top of the trunk of Peter‘s car.
Thunder rumbled in the distance and he looked up. The sky’s were overcast, the grayish black didn’t help the mood floating over the two. A raindrop plopped on the back of scientist’s hand and he stared at it.
How do you convince yourself that everything is going to be okay when you know it won’t be?