I Will Possess Your Heart 2/10
Title: I Will Possess Your Heart 2/10
Author: yaoi_anti_drug
Beta: ladywilde80
Pairings: Sylar/Mohinder, eventual Elle/Claire
Genre: Drama, Angst
Characters: Sylar, Mohinder, Elle, and Claire
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sylar offers Mohinder a proposition, and Elle confronts Claire. (Sorry, I suck at these)
Word Count: about 3,230 words
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Violence and molestation
Notes: Thank you so much ladywilde80, Matt, and Chris for helping me out with this chapter! Constructive criticism is always loved and comments, even if it’s to say you hate it, are always appreciated too. Title from "I Will Possess Your Heart" by Death Cab For Cutie.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, if I did, well...wouldn't Heroes be interesting?
Chapter One
I Will Possess Your Heart 2/10:
Mohinder hesitated at the door, ideas of leaving wafting through his mind for barely a few seconds before he pronounced them unreasonable. Sylar would find him no matter what he attempted. Still, only after taking a few inspiring breaths did he muster up the courage to enter the room.
The lab wasn’t nearly as extravagant as the one in New York, but it worked well for what little he was required to do here. Mohinder didn’t actually have too much of a part in The Company any longer.
However, he was searching for an all around cure that would not call for Claire's healing blood. Even so, he remained uncertain as to why he was being kept with the Company. Perhaps it was as a precaution since his blood contained the antibodies they needed to combine with an immortal’s blood to cure the virus that the world was supposed to have been rid of. Though now that Claire was here, he wasn’t sure if he was really essential anymore.
Sylar was sitting on one of the tables, his hands behind him as he leaned in complete comfort. When he noticed Mohinder, he hopped down from his seat.
Mohinder closed the door behind him but otherwise did not move.
“Are you happy to see me, Mohinder?”
Mohinder forced a clearly faux smile. “Ecstatic.”
Sylar smirked at his response. “What a wonderful attitude.”
Mohinder stayed silent, keeping his eyes steady on Sylar, on the edge already.
Realizing he would have to start a conversation himself, Sylar lead off with a monologue, “I think I’m quite happy with the arrangements Claire and I negotiated. She and I make the rules, she deals mostly with the running of things while whenever she discovers an interesting power, she gives me a name and address and I go and claim it. I don't have to murder to get them, either. So she can use their powers for her newfound kingdom and I can use it for my own personal gain.”
“We help each other, see?” He smiled, “She uses me to maintain power and I use her to build my own arsenal. I’ve grown to like that little indestructible cheerleader. She’s much more ruthless than I ever believed she was capable of. Leading me to her family like she did, helping me to slaughter them in the safety of their own home. Peter knew who betrayed him as he died. I must say, it was delightful.”
Sylar was only a foot away from him now. Mohinder didn’t let their proximity bother him; he just focused on what Sylar had to say, hoping that if he paid attention, Sylar would be quicker to leave.
“She’s also letting me have access to something else I want.”
The pause between Sylar’s speech was obviously in place to grant Mohinder an opportunity to ask what it was Claire had given him. Mohinder clenched his teeth, not saying anything. He didn’t wish to play Sylar's mind game.
Sylar pouted, raising his arm. Mohinder flinched, automatically thinking the man was going to strike him or do something more violent. Instead he put his hand on the door next to Mohinder’s head, slanting his body in close.
“Can you guess what that is, Mohinder? Go on…guess.”
Mohinder was unable to look away from the murky depths of Sylar’s sinister eyes. His mouth opened, but he shut it just as rapidly, his expression stubborn and defiant. He wasn’t willing to give in to Sylar.
“You won’t even humor me,” He chided, “And it’s such an obvious answer.”
Sylar's free hand rested on the crook of Mohinder’s graceful sienna neck and shoulder, using his thumb to tilt his head up to make sure he could not look away.
“Why else would I have left you alive not once, but twice? Called you in my moment of weakness only to be turned down? Why isn't it that I haven’t gone after you and your precious little family since the last time we met?”
He smiled, kissing Mohinder for a mere instant, as if to give him a taste of things to come.
Mohinder's eyes widened in revulsion and he pressed himself further into the wall. The farther away from him, the better.
But Sylar didn't permit his escape, he just moved with him, his teasing never ceasing. “I’ve wanted you for so long. And you can’t lie and say you didn’t want me too once. Those longing stares, your racing heart, the...way you said that fool’s name. You wanted me then. Strong emotions such as those never change so quickly.”
Sylar tugged on Mohinder’s earlobe, blowing hot breath in his ear. “Would you prefer it if I pretended I were Zane? Would you let me fuck you then, Mohinder?”
The vulgar word reverberated in Mohinder's mind, successfully jarring him out of Sylar's spell. How dare he taunt him like this! What right did he have? That was the past; those feelings were no longer simmering in his blood, stinging his flesh with guilt. Or so he'd tried to convince himself.
Mohinder shoved Sylar away from him as hard as he possibly could, and Sylar let him. Now a few feet away Sylar was laughing. “You’re just too much fun to play with! You always become so passionate when I bring up the past.”
“I do not!” Mohinder snapped back.
Sylar shook his head, his laughter dying away. “We’ve made so much progress, don’t ruin it. I thought we’d decided there’d be no lying here.”
“You decided that.”
“Oh, did I? Well, that just gives you more of a reason to do what I say.”
Mohinder remained immovable. Sylar let out an exasperated sigh, “Fine, I’ll let you think it over. I’ve nothing better to do. Oh, and Mohinder, remember I hold your job in my hand. Now that Matt quit his job to try and be a full time hero, it’s the only way you can provide for dear Molly. Isn’t it?”
Sylar grinned a bit, letting his threat sink in before sliding past him and exiting the room. Mohinder stood stunned. He never considered Sylar blackmailing him with his financial situation in order to persuade him like this. He’d never even contemplated the feasibility of Sylar using him in any way, especially not for something like this.
This was simply ridiculous. It had to be a nightmare, he just had to wait to wake up from it.
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Elle didn’t heed her father’s warning. She refused to allow Claire to be her boss. She had to find her, confront her. There was one other office in this entire building that was as spacious as her fathers', she assumed that Claire would take that one.
Her assumption proved right. Claire was at the slightly dusty desk, cleaning it off and setting it up to suit her liking. Claire looked towards the trespasser at the sound of the door, her surprise replaced by a smirk.
“I knew you were going to be a problem…” She said.
Elle hated the tone of her voice. It was as if she considered herself all knowing. Well, she wasn’t. Even Elle didn’t know what she herself was going to do. The only way Elle knew how to deal with complications such as these was murder, but Claire couldn't be killed, so that plan was squashed in a hurry.
Claire put her hands on her hips. “Your father said he’d take care of you. I’m guessing you chose to disregard his words of wisdom?”
Elle faced off, mimicking Claire's stance without realizing it. “Do you really think this is going to work, Claire? You have no experience. You don’t know the first thing about how to run an operation like this.”
Claire shrugged, “I have no doubt things will be shaky at first. But this is little more than one Company buying up another. It’s simply a change everyone will have to get used to. Including you, unless you no longer wish to work here. In that case, well…we can’t have any risks in our security, now can we?”
Elle didn’t know whether to feel insulted or revolted by Claire’s not so subtle threat. Instead, she laughed, “You, Miss Pom Pom, are threatening me?”
Claire stepped around her desk to lessen the distance between them. “If you want a confrontation, then just ask. I’m not afraid to fight you. After all, I can’t die and all you can do is shock me a bit.”
Elle growled, her knuckles curling into a fist, haloed by blue light. Claire’s eyes glanced down to her electric hands, not perturbed by it in any way. “Go ahead, Elle. Electrocute me. It’ll only hurt for a moment.”
Impulsively, Elle did just that, sending one bolt of pure electricity straight into her raised palm. Claire stood there like stone and took it, wincing ever so slightly as the jolt echoed through the nerves before her burnt flesh reconstructed itself. She wiped her hand on her shirt, sighing as she did so.
“I would have let you shock me elsewhere, but my clothes might have lit on fire. I don’t feel like having to go through the trouble of changing right now.”
Elle released a frustrated cry. She’d known that she could not hurt Claire like she wanted to, but she longed to push the girls' limits. If she had any.
Claire stared at her, appearing bored already. “Now that I’ve let you get some of your anger out, would you mind leaving? I have a lot of work to do.”
Elle opened her mouth to say something else but there were no words. She didn't even have an inkling of what else she could try. She'd run out of options so soon. Whatever it might be, Elle was positive of one thing: she wasn’t going to be very cooperative.
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Claire sat down on her rather comfy chair, leaning back in it, her eyes on the door as Elle stormed out. She was like a child having a fit, yet somehow, it was sort of endearing. Elle may have been a problem, but she wasn't Claire's most urgent by far. She had the responsibility of getting everyone in this Company to trust the inexperienced girl that she was.
Fortunately, she had Sylar to scare them all into submission until she was confident that she no longer needed fear to control them. Even then, Sylar would remain. He was her biggest leverage in this cruel world.
And it was cruel. Claire had lost a normal life; danger and death pushing her towards this choice. And it would never end, not unless she did something about it. With her new position, she intended to do precisely that.
She was determined to change the world for the better, beginning with the United States. A country ruled by super-powered humans, the way it should have been.
She knew, once they no longer hid themselves, the people of the world would fear them. Hate them. Genocides would take place, targeting her people. Claire had come to understand that to stop a future that would destroy them, people like her had to go on the offensive first.
She would protect them, she'd be their savior and they would love her for it. She'd make this country she called home a safe-haven for everyone different, everyone misunderstood.
Unbidden, her mind turned to Peter Petrelli. Her uncle. He'd been the type to sit and wait for someone to threaten the world so he could save it. Memories of his death haunted her, but Peters' death had been essential for her to enact her plan. For it to succeed, Peter could not be involved.
Even without her deal with Sylar, if he'd been allowed to live, Peter would have fought against her, struggling for a 'normal' society. He would have merely been in the way, as much as she missed him. She'd loved him, but for the sake of her dream, he'd been a necessary sacrifice.
This ambition of hers would take quite some time to accomplish. She would need to surround herself with loyalty, and she'd start with this Company. With Sylar as her great weapon, nothing could stop them from taking over.
Step one would be dismantling any plans the government may have had to manage her kind and becoming the government. Step two, well, only time could tell.
Even Sylar possessed no knowledge of her plan as a whole, but that would come later. For now, he was happy chasing after Mohinder like a love sick puppy and that was just fine with her.
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“She’s got me doing paperwork, Mohinder! Paperwork! I’m a trained agent; I should be out there in the field. This is so stupid…” Elle's hands were flailing along with her temper. Mohinder was amazed that her coffee had not dumped all over her yet.
Mohinder sipped the tea Elle had brought him, sitting back in his seat. He frowned, shrugging, “Well, so far they haven’t changed much of anything. There was only a minor alteration in procedure. If someone has a power Sylar decides he wants, he tags along. He doesn’t kill anymore and keeping him here stops him from ever needing to.”
Mohinder wasn’t convinced that it was an entirely bad thing that Claire had seized power. Mohinder had never approved of Bob much, and they no longer had to be concerned with Sylar killing innocent people for their abilities.
Of course, it was more than a shame that the Petrellis had been murdered, but Mohinder had mourned and now it was time to move on and deal with the revolution that had arisen. He had more important issues to occupy his mind. He was still afraid of Sylar going after Molly, but so far all he’d done was attempt to provoke him.
Threatening Molly and his job, trying to get him to play his stupid game. Mohinder wanted no part in it. He'd been trapped in that mess before and he was being extra careful this time around in order to avoid any repetition.
Mohinder was currently spending increasing amounts of time with Elle, keeping away from Sylar if he could. A large portion of staying unharmed included not being alone in the same room with that man.
So far, Sylar hadn’t bothered him too much. He surmised the powers that Claire dangled in front of his face were enough to sway his attentions for at least a little while.
Elle glared at him. “Yes, of course. All you care about is what this is doing for Sylar…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mohinder snapped back.
Elle rolled her eyes, “Mohinder, don’t treat me like an idiot. I’m not blind. There’s obviously something between you two.” She grinned, virtually purring, “Almost enough to make a girl jealous.”
Nervous laughter spilled from Mohinder's lips. He shook his head. “No, there’s nothing between us. Only him. He’s…”
“Infatuated with you,” Elle finished for him, “Yeah yeah, we all know. Even before you joined us, we knew how Sylar felt for you. I can understand it though, after all...”
She eyed him up and down to accentuate her point.
Disregarding the blatant violation of his personal space, he concentrated on what was actually significant. “How did you…”
She just gave him a blank stare. Mohinder sighed; he’d actually forgotten they’d had Sylar for four months.
He eventually nodded, “Fine. It still doesn’t stop what I said from being true. Though the way this occurred is tragic, I’m not all too certain it’s really, overall, that bad.”
Elle’s lips twisted into a nauseated scowl, staring past Mohinder and into the wall. Mohinder couldn't help but smile, knowing exactly what to say to irritate her, “You just hate that Claire is superior to you.”
Elle's gaze returned to him in record speed, “She’s not superior!”
Mohinder smiled pleasantly, aware this reaction proved him correct. “Uh huh.”
Nevertheless, Elle continued to defend herself, “They don’t have any right to be making all the decisions for this Company. Especially her. She’s got no experience and she just waltzed in here and took over. It's dangerous, and it’s not fair!”
“Ah, but that’s life, isn’t it? Unfair. Get used to it and quit whining.” A voice interrupted their conversation, one that made Mohinder jump.
“Sylar, didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock? Oh yeah, you killed her didn’t you?” Elle quipped.
Sylar waved his hand absently in the air, “Cheap shot, Miss Bishop. One that no longer works. I’m actually here on business. Claire wants to see you, and I have a discussion to finish with Mohinder here.”
Elle glanced at Mohinder who looked at her with imploring eyes. Elle glowered, looking over at Sylar, cocking her head to the side sweetly, “Can’t we at least finish our drinks first?”
Impatient, Sylar simply sent a frosty line of smoky ice towards the cups. They had to yank their fingers away not as to not get them frozen. Elle peeked back down at her coffee. Unless the two wanted to heat their beverages in the microwave or lick it like a Popsicle, they were useless to them.
Elle glared at Sylar as she rose, muttering a “So immature…”
She walked towards the exit, giving Mohinder one last sympathetic glimpse before leaving. Sylar rapidly took Elle’s place, his arms crossed on the table as he leaned forward. “So, Mohinder. Have you given any thought to what I said?”
Mohinder shifted in his seat, quiet. He looked more pensive than anything else.
“Well?” Sylar prompted him.
“Sylar, I’m not going to sleep with you, if that’s what you want.” Mohinder felt stupid just saying it...
Sylar licked his lips, not even trying to conceal his hungry eyes, “It is what I want. Do you want me to have to take it? Because I will…willing or not.”
Mohinder stood up quickly, his eyes bright and livid, “How dare you keep threatening me? Sylar, I am not some toy. I am not going to sleep with you because you’ve spared me for this long. You’re a monster!”
In a split second, Sylar slammed Mohinder against the wall, his wrists fastened above his head. The man’s lips closed around his own in a rough, demanding kiss before he pulled away. “I guess I’m just going to have to take it then. And don’t say I didn’t give you a choice.”
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Elle walked slowly down the hall towards Claire's office. Part of her wanted to go back and help Mohinder, but the other knew she had to see Claire. Though she hated her, if Elle didn’t behave, her father really would be disappointed with her. She’d messed up that one time with Claire and she couldn’t do it again without some undesirable consequences.
Besides, Mohinder could handle himself. Especially with Sylar. Mohinder alone seemed to be able to do so. Then again, he'd always had assistance. Someone there to disrupt them in time to distract Sylar’s interest, and right then, that was her position to fill.
She had two choices, defend the only person who had ever been a true friend to her or…why was she even having this argument? Halfway towards Claire’s office, Elle turned back, going to fulfill her duty as a friend as well as a partner.
Extra Author Note: By the way, I'm taking some suggestions I was given a couple months ago and this fic is going to be very different from what I normally write, so be prepared. I just hope I can pull it off and that you will all enjoy this little experiment.
Chapter Three
Author: yaoi_anti_drug
Beta: ladywilde80
Pairings: Sylar/Mohinder, eventual Elle/Claire
Genre: Drama, Angst
Characters: Sylar, Mohinder, Elle, and Claire
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sylar offers Mohinder a proposition, and Elle confronts Claire. (Sorry, I suck at these)
Word Count: about 3,230 words
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Violence and molestation
Notes: Thank you so much ladywilde80, Matt, and Chris for helping me out with this chapter! Constructive criticism is always loved and comments, even if it’s to say you hate it, are always appreciated too. Title from "I Will Possess Your Heart" by Death Cab For Cutie.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, if I did, well...wouldn't Heroes be interesting?
Chapter One
I Will Possess Your Heart 2/10:
Mohinder hesitated at the door, ideas of leaving wafting through his mind for barely a few seconds before he pronounced them unreasonable. Sylar would find him no matter what he attempted. Still, only after taking a few inspiring breaths did he muster up the courage to enter the room.
The lab wasn’t nearly as extravagant as the one in New York, but it worked well for what little he was required to do here. Mohinder didn’t actually have too much of a part in The Company any longer.
However, he was searching for an all around cure that would not call for Claire's healing blood. Even so, he remained uncertain as to why he was being kept with the Company. Perhaps it was as a precaution since his blood contained the antibodies they needed to combine with an immortal’s blood to cure the virus that the world was supposed to have been rid of. Though now that Claire was here, he wasn’t sure if he was really essential anymore.
Sylar was sitting on one of the tables, his hands behind him as he leaned in complete comfort. When he noticed Mohinder, he hopped down from his seat.
Mohinder closed the door behind him but otherwise did not move.
“Are you happy to see me, Mohinder?”
Mohinder forced a clearly faux smile. “Ecstatic.”
Sylar smirked at his response. “What a wonderful attitude.”
Mohinder stayed silent, keeping his eyes steady on Sylar, on the edge already.
Realizing he would have to start a conversation himself, Sylar lead off with a monologue, “I think I’m quite happy with the arrangements Claire and I negotiated. She and I make the rules, she deals mostly with the running of things while whenever she discovers an interesting power, she gives me a name and address and I go and claim it. I don't have to murder to get them, either. So she can use their powers for her newfound kingdom and I can use it for my own personal gain.”
“We help each other, see?” He smiled, “She uses me to maintain power and I use her to build my own arsenal. I’ve grown to like that little indestructible cheerleader. She’s much more ruthless than I ever believed she was capable of. Leading me to her family like she did, helping me to slaughter them in the safety of their own home. Peter knew who betrayed him as he died. I must say, it was delightful.”
Sylar was only a foot away from him now. Mohinder didn’t let their proximity bother him; he just focused on what Sylar had to say, hoping that if he paid attention, Sylar would be quicker to leave.
“She’s also letting me have access to something else I want.”
The pause between Sylar’s speech was obviously in place to grant Mohinder an opportunity to ask what it was Claire had given him. Mohinder clenched his teeth, not saying anything. He didn’t wish to play Sylar's mind game.
Sylar pouted, raising his arm. Mohinder flinched, automatically thinking the man was going to strike him or do something more violent. Instead he put his hand on the door next to Mohinder’s head, slanting his body in close.
“Can you guess what that is, Mohinder? Go on…guess.”
Mohinder was unable to look away from the murky depths of Sylar’s sinister eyes. His mouth opened, but he shut it just as rapidly, his expression stubborn and defiant. He wasn’t willing to give in to Sylar.
“You won’t even humor me,” He chided, “And it’s such an obvious answer.”
Sylar's free hand rested on the crook of Mohinder’s graceful sienna neck and shoulder, using his thumb to tilt his head up to make sure he could not look away.
“Why else would I have left you alive not once, but twice? Called you in my moment of weakness only to be turned down? Why isn't it that I haven’t gone after you and your precious little family since the last time we met?”
He smiled, kissing Mohinder for a mere instant, as if to give him a taste of things to come.
Mohinder's eyes widened in revulsion and he pressed himself further into the wall. The farther away from him, the better.
But Sylar didn't permit his escape, he just moved with him, his teasing never ceasing. “I’ve wanted you for so long. And you can’t lie and say you didn’t want me too once. Those longing stares, your racing heart, the...way you said that fool’s name. You wanted me then. Strong emotions such as those never change so quickly.”
Sylar tugged on Mohinder’s earlobe, blowing hot breath in his ear. “Would you prefer it if I pretended I were Zane? Would you let me fuck you then, Mohinder?”
The vulgar word reverberated in Mohinder's mind, successfully jarring him out of Sylar's spell. How dare he taunt him like this! What right did he have? That was the past; those feelings were no longer simmering in his blood, stinging his flesh with guilt. Or so he'd tried to convince himself.
Mohinder shoved Sylar away from him as hard as he possibly could, and Sylar let him. Now a few feet away Sylar was laughing. “You’re just too much fun to play with! You always become so passionate when I bring up the past.”
“I do not!” Mohinder snapped back.
Sylar shook his head, his laughter dying away. “We’ve made so much progress, don’t ruin it. I thought we’d decided there’d be no lying here.”
“You decided that.”
“Oh, did I? Well, that just gives you more of a reason to do what I say.”
Mohinder remained immovable. Sylar let out an exasperated sigh, “Fine, I’ll let you think it over. I’ve nothing better to do. Oh, and Mohinder, remember I hold your job in my hand. Now that Matt quit his job to try and be a full time hero, it’s the only way you can provide for dear Molly. Isn’t it?”
Sylar grinned a bit, letting his threat sink in before sliding past him and exiting the room. Mohinder stood stunned. He never considered Sylar blackmailing him with his financial situation in order to persuade him like this. He’d never even contemplated the feasibility of Sylar using him in any way, especially not for something like this.
This was simply ridiculous. It had to be a nightmare, he just had to wait to wake up from it.
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Elle didn’t heed her father’s warning. She refused to allow Claire to be her boss. She had to find her, confront her. There was one other office in this entire building that was as spacious as her fathers', she assumed that Claire would take that one.
Her assumption proved right. Claire was at the slightly dusty desk, cleaning it off and setting it up to suit her liking. Claire looked towards the trespasser at the sound of the door, her surprise replaced by a smirk.
“I knew you were going to be a problem…” She said.
Elle hated the tone of her voice. It was as if she considered herself all knowing. Well, she wasn’t. Even Elle didn’t know what she herself was going to do. The only way Elle knew how to deal with complications such as these was murder, but Claire couldn't be killed, so that plan was squashed in a hurry.
Claire put her hands on her hips. “Your father said he’d take care of you. I’m guessing you chose to disregard his words of wisdom?”
Elle faced off, mimicking Claire's stance without realizing it. “Do you really think this is going to work, Claire? You have no experience. You don’t know the first thing about how to run an operation like this.”
Claire shrugged, “I have no doubt things will be shaky at first. But this is little more than one Company buying up another. It’s simply a change everyone will have to get used to. Including you, unless you no longer wish to work here. In that case, well…we can’t have any risks in our security, now can we?”
Elle didn’t know whether to feel insulted or revolted by Claire’s not so subtle threat. Instead, she laughed, “You, Miss Pom Pom, are threatening me?”
Claire stepped around her desk to lessen the distance between them. “If you want a confrontation, then just ask. I’m not afraid to fight you. After all, I can’t die and all you can do is shock me a bit.”
Elle growled, her knuckles curling into a fist, haloed by blue light. Claire’s eyes glanced down to her electric hands, not perturbed by it in any way. “Go ahead, Elle. Electrocute me. It’ll only hurt for a moment.”
Impulsively, Elle did just that, sending one bolt of pure electricity straight into her raised palm. Claire stood there like stone and took it, wincing ever so slightly as the jolt echoed through the nerves before her burnt flesh reconstructed itself. She wiped her hand on her shirt, sighing as she did so.
“I would have let you shock me elsewhere, but my clothes might have lit on fire. I don’t feel like having to go through the trouble of changing right now.”
Elle released a frustrated cry. She’d known that she could not hurt Claire like she wanted to, but she longed to push the girls' limits. If she had any.
Claire stared at her, appearing bored already. “Now that I’ve let you get some of your anger out, would you mind leaving? I have a lot of work to do.”
Elle opened her mouth to say something else but there were no words. She didn't even have an inkling of what else she could try. She'd run out of options so soon. Whatever it might be, Elle was positive of one thing: she wasn’t going to be very cooperative.
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Claire sat down on her rather comfy chair, leaning back in it, her eyes on the door as Elle stormed out. She was like a child having a fit, yet somehow, it was sort of endearing. Elle may have been a problem, but she wasn't Claire's most urgent by far. She had the responsibility of getting everyone in this Company to trust the inexperienced girl that she was.
Fortunately, she had Sylar to scare them all into submission until she was confident that she no longer needed fear to control them. Even then, Sylar would remain. He was her biggest leverage in this cruel world.
And it was cruel. Claire had lost a normal life; danger and death pushing her towards this choice. And it would never end, not unless she did something about it. With her new position, she intended to do precisely that.
She was determined to change the world for the better, beginning with the United States. A country ruled by super-powered humans, the way it should have been.
She knew, once they no longer hid themselves, the people of the world would fear them. Hate them. Genocides would take place, targeting her people. Claire had come to understand that to stop a future that would destroy them, people like her had to go on the offensive first.
She would protect them, she'd be their savior and they would love her for it. She'd make this country she called home a safe-haven for everyone different, everyone misunderstood.
Unbidden, her mind turned to Peter Petrelli. Her uncle. He'd been the type to sit and wait for someone to threaten the world so he could save it. Memories of his death haunted her, but Peters' death had been essential for her to enact her plan. For it to succeed, Peter could not be involved.
Even without her deal with Sylar, if he'd been allowed to live, Peter would have fought against her, struggling for a 'normal' society. He would have merely been in the way, as much as she missed him. She'd loved him, but for the sake of her dream, he'd been a necessary sacrifice.
This ambition of hers would take quite some time to accomplish. She would need to surround herself with loyalty, and she'd start with this Company. With Sylar as her great weapon, nothing could stop them from taking over.
Step one would be dismantling any plans the government may have had to manage her kind and becoming the government. Step two, well, only time could tell.
Even Sylar possessed no knowledge of her plan as a whole, but that would come later. For now, he was happy chasing after Mohinder like a love sick puppy and that was just fine with her.
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“She’s got me doing paperwork, Mohinder! Paperwork! I’m a trained agent; I should be out there in the field. This is so stupid…” Elle's hands were flailing along with her temper. Mohinder was amazed that her coffee had not dumped all over her yet.
Mohinder sipped the tea Elle had brought him, sitting back in his seat. He frowned, shrugging, “Well, so far they haven’t changed much of anything. There was only a minor alteration in procedure. If someone has a power Sylar decides he wants, he tags along. He doesn’t kill anymore and keeping him here stops him from ever needing to.”
Mohinder wasn’t convinced that it was an entirely bad thing that Claire had seized power. Mohinder had never approved of Bob much, and they no longer had to be concerned with Sylar killing innocent people for their abilities.
Of course, it was more than a shame that the Petrellis had been murdered, but Mohinder had mourned and now it was time to move on and deal with the revolution that had arisen. He had more important issues to occupy his mind. He was still afraid of Sylar going after Molly, but so far all he’d done was attempt to provoke him.
Threatening Molly and his job, trying to get him to play his stupid game. Mohinder wanted no part in it. He'd been trapped in that mess before and he was being extra careful this time around in order to avoid any repetition.
Mohinder was currently spending increasing amounts of time with Elle, keeping away from Sylar if he could. A large portion of staying unharmed included not being alone in the same room with that man.
So far, Sylar hadn’t bothered him too much. He surmised the powers that Claire dangled in front of his face were enough to sway his attentions for at least a little while.
Elle glared at him. “Yes, of course. All you care about is what this is doing for Sylar…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mohinder snapped back.
Elle rolled her eyes, “Mohinder, don’t treat me like an idiot. I’m not blind. There’s obviously something between you two.” She grinned, virtually purring, “Almost enough to make a girl jealous.”
Nervous laughter spilled from Mohinder's lips. He shook his head. “No, there’s nothing between us. Only him. He’s…”
“Infatuated with you,” Elle finished for him, “Yeah yeah, we all know. Even before you joined us, we knew how Sylar felt for you. I can understand it though, after all...”
She eyed him up and down to accentuate her point.
Disregarding the blatant violation of his personal space, he concentrated on what was actually significant. “How did you…”
She just gave him a blank stare. Mohinder sighed; he’d actually forgotten they’d had Sylar for four months.
He eventually nodded, “Fine. It still doesn’t stop what I said from being true. Though the way this occurred is tragic, I’m not all too certain it’s really, overall, that bad.”
Elle’s lips twisted into a nauseated scowl, staring past Mohinder and into the wall. Mohinder couldn't help but smile, knowing exactly what to say to irritate her, “You just hate that Claire is superior to you.”
Elle's gaze returned to him in record speed, “She’s not superior!”
Mohinder smiled pleasantly, aware this reaction proved him correct. “Uh huh.”
Nevertheless, Elle continued to defend herself, “They don’t have any right to be making all the decisions for this Company. Especially her. She’s got no experience and she just waltzed in here and took over. It's dangerous, and it’s not fair!”
“Ah, but that’s life, isn’t it? Unfair. Get used to it and quit whining.” A voice interrupted their conversation, one that made Mohinder jump.
“Sylar, didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock? Oh yeah, you killed her didn’t you?” Elle quipped.
Sylar waved his hand absently in the air, “Cheap shot, Miss Bishop. One that no longer works. I’m actually here on business. Claire wants to see you, and I have a discussion to finish with Mohinder here.”
Elle glanced at Mohinder who looked at her with imploring eyes. Elle glowered, looking over at Sylar, cocking her head to the side sweetly, “Can’t we at least finish our drinks first?”
Impatient, Sylar simply sent a frosty line of smoky ice towards the cups. They had to yank their fingers away not as to not get them frozen. Elle peeked back down at her coffee. Unless the two wanted to heat their beverages in the microwave or lick it like a Popsicle, they were useless to them.
Elle glared at Sylar as she rose, muttering a “So immature…”
She walked towards the exit, giving Mohinder one last sympathetic glimpse before leaving. Sylar rapidly took Elle’s place, his arms crossed on the table as he leaned forward. “So, Mohinder. Have you given any thought to what I said?”
Mohinder shifted in his seat, quiet. He looked more pensive than anything else.
“Well?” Sylar prompted him.
“Sylar, I’m not going to sleep with you, if that’s what you want.” Mohinder felt stupid just saying it...
Sylar licked his lips, not even trying to conceal his hungry eyes, “It is what I want. Do you want me to have to take it? Because I will…willing or not.”
Mohinder stood up quickly, his eyes bright and livid, “How dare you keep threatening me? Sylar, I am not some toy. I am not going to sleep with you because you’ve spared me for this long. You’re a monster!”
In a split second, Sylar slammed Mohinder against the wall, his wrists fastened above his head. The man’s lips closed around his own in a rough, demanding kiss before he pulled away. “I guess I’m just going to have to take it then. And don’t say I didn’t give you a choice.”
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Elle walked slowly down the hall towards Claire's office. Part of her wanted to go back and help Mohinder, but the other knew she had to see Claire. Though she hated her, if Elle didn’t behave, her father really would be disappointed with her. She’d messed up that one time with Claire and she couldn’t do it again without some undesirable consequences.
Besides, Mohinder could handle himself. Especially with Sylar. Mohinder alone seemed to be able to do so. Then again, he'd always had assistance. Someone there to disrupt them in time to distract Sylar’s interest, and right then, that was her position to fill.
She had two choices, defend the only person who had ever been a true friend to her or…why was she even having this argument? Halfway towards Claire’s office, Elle turned back, going to fulfill her duty as a friend as well as a partner.
Extra Author Note: By the way, I'm taking some suggestions I was given a couple months ago and this fic is going to be very different from what I normally write, so be prepared. I just hope I can pull it off and that you will all enjoy this little experiment.
Chapter Three