8 Ficlets: Various | Heroes, Xovers, + Misc | Various Pairings | PG - R | 1/1 each
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Title | Fandoms | Characters/Pairing | Rating | Word Count | Prompt (as summary)
Finally See the Light | Heroes | Matt/Mohinder | PG | 137 w | "Amazing" (Aerosmith)
Early in the morning, with the sun just peeking over the edge of the city, pink and soft and filtering through the curtains, Matt watches Mohinder sleep. Since everything finally settled, both of them coming back to New York, with Molly and little Matty in tow, he's felt like they're living in a truly amazing dream, like a miracle has happened to bring them all back together.
Mohinder's just as beautiful as always, peaceful as he dreams, curls splaying across the pillow and mouth bowed with the relaxation of deep sleep. It's a sight Matt had thought he'd never get to see again.
Leaning over, he brushes a gentle kiss over Mohinder's forehead, feeling like he's finally seeing the light at the end of their tunnel, hope and happiness and love swelling in his chest.
~*~*~
The Best Gift | Heroes | Matt/Mohinder | PG | 270 w | Valentine's Day
The morning of February 14th, Mohinder wakes up and instantly starts to panic, even before he's all the way awake. He's had plenty of time to plan, but in the end, wasn't able to think of a single thing Matt might like for Valentine's Day. At this point, he's practically resigned to taking Matt to a nice restaurant, but even that doesn't feel special.
Scowling to himself, he gets up and heads out to find Matt and apologize for his lack of insight, padding down the hall in his socks and pajamas. The smell of coffee greets him as he reaches the kitchen, and when the sight finally registers, his heart simultaneously sinks and soars.
Breakfast. Lots and lots of breakfast. And Matt in pajamas and an apron, flipping eggs at the stove.
"Matt?" he asks tentatively, stepping up to him and feeling like a fool.
Matt turns, spatula in hand, and gives him an almost-shy smile. "Hey," he says. "How do you like your eggs?"
"Scrambled," Mohinder answers automatically, and then he shakes his head, feeling his cheeks redden. "I didn't get you anything."
At that, Matt turns back to him again and sets the spatula on the counter, an incredulous expression on his face. "Are you kidding?" he asks, scoffing, before drawing Mohinder into a tight hug and kissing him thoroughly, heedless of morning breath. "You got me you. How could I ask for anything else?"
His chest tightening with emotion, Mohinder smiles and squeezes his lover back just as tightly. "I love you, Matt."
"I love you, too."
And suddenly, all of that anxiety over gifts seems completely pointless. This is what's important.
~*~*~
Shadow of a Demon | Heroes | Matt/Sylar | NC-17 | 174 w | possession
The only word Matt can think of to describe what Sylar did to him is possession. Having a serial killer in his head, being dragged around and forced to kill, maim, lie, it was like watching, helpless, while a demon used his body as an amusement park ride.
And the worst of it wasn't the killing, oh no. It was that place between sleep and wakefulness, before Matt had a chance to assert himself against the onslaught, when Sylar would use his body for... more recreative purposes. And him sleeping with Janice was one thing, but to wake up and find himself buried balls deep in a guy in some alley behind a bar, doing god-knows-what with god-knows-who, blood drying on his hands and in other places, that just makes his skin crawl, evoking a whole new sense of the word 'terror'.
Matt prays that one day he can wake up and not remember any of it, but knows, deep down, that the shadow of Sylar's demon will always be with him.
~*~*~
A Familiar Story | Heroes/X-Files | Scully & Mohinder | PG | 137 w | belief
Eying him across the small table in the diner, Dana is surprised that Dr. Suresh, with all his education and sophistication, can possibly believe what he's saying. People with special abilities. An entire phenomenon, wherein some genetic anomaly has created these abilities. Instant healing and regeneration, ESP, telekinesis, biologically-generated radioactivity, super speed. It sounds utterly ridiculous.
It sounds like something Mulder would try to sell her on.
And then she remembers just how often Mulder has been right, and she can't help a tiny sigh of resignation.
"Okay," she tells the soft-spoken man as he sets his teacup on the table, "I believe you. So how do we help all these people?"
When he smiles, his body relaxing just fractionally, it feels like all the tension has gone out of the air, and the sun has come out.
~*~*~
Worst Nightmare | Heroes/Supernatural | John Winchester & Sylar | PG-13 | 269 w | specimen
When the heavy darkness of sedation finally clears his head, Sylar finds himself bound in a chair with thick, wet ropes, surrounded by sigils, candles, and a ring of salt all carefully placed around him. A sharp laugh escapes him as he glances up at the worn-out-looking man standing before him.
"You think this will hold me?" he sneers.
The man stops in his recitation of some old Latin chant and looks up from the book in his hands, his eyes wary and frightened, a prey animal if ever Sylar has seen one. "Christo," he says, his voice gruff and tired, and he lifts an open flask of something and splashes its contents out over Sylar's face.
It's just water.
"What the hell are you?" the man asks, eyes even wider.
Sylar laughs again, deeper this time. "Well, I'm certainly no specimen, here for your amusement. But you--" he goes on, the ropes unknotting and slipping away from his wrists and ankles to drop to the floor, "--you could be just that for me."
Standing, he flicks a wrist, and the man flies back to be pinned against a dingy wall, the book and the flask falling forgotten to the floor. Sylar steps over the line of salt, squeezing one hand into a fist and watching the man start to choke.
"Simply put," he says cavalierly, "I'm your worst nightmare, and you are just another toy for me to take apart. Whether there's anything of interest to me in there, well, I suppose we'll just have to see."
When he lifts a hand, index finger pointed, the man only manages a gurgled scream.
Sylar grins darkly.
~*~*~
Keeping Them Safe | Heroes/BtVS | Ando & Xander | PG | 235 w | misunderstood
At the other side of the bar, it's a different sort of celebration going on. While the glorious heroes of the day laugh and carry on, patting each other on the back for winning the fight and coming out unscathed, Xander and Ando sit away from the pack, nursing their beers and counting their blessings.
"This one's never gonna heal," Xander says, looking over a long, deep cut on his arm that's already been patched up. "But it coulda' been worse," he shrugs, blinking his one good eye.
Across from him, Ando nods, taking another long pull off his beer.
"Think your guy, Hiro, will make it another day?"
"I hope so. His blackouts are getting worse. He's still here, though, so that must count for something."
"Yeah, same with Buffy. Every day she doesn't get wiped out is a win. And with Willow, every day she doesn't go darkside is a day filled with sunshine."
Ando glances over Xander's shoulder at the party going on at the other side of the bar, the shining faces of their friends, all so happy and seemingly carefree, then raises his bottle. "To keeping them safe. May they never realize."
Xander raises his own bottle and clinks it against his companion's. "To being misunderstood, and staying below the radar."
Wearing matching pained smiles, the two men go back to nursing their drinks, thanking whatever gods exist that they're able to do this again.
~*~*~
Improvement | Dresden Files (TV) | Harry & Bob | PG-13 | 114 w | wrong spell
When Harry looked down and saw just what the spell Bob had provided had done, it was all he could do to not yell. Through gritted teeth, he hissed, "Bob, what the hell is this?"
The spirit shifted from one foot to the other, propped his arm up and stroked his chin, appraising Harry for a long minute. "I think it's quite an improvement."
Crossing his arms over his now ample chest, Harry glared. "You'd better hunt up the counter-spell on the double, unless you want to spend the rest of eternity locked up in that skull for good."
Bob huffed. "Fine, fine. But it's not my fault you look that damn good as a woman."
~*~*~
Reputation | SG1 | Daniel/Vala | PG | 181 w | 'The Dread Pirate Mal Doran'
An uneasy feeling in his gut, Daniel watches across the tavern as Vala leans in close to the man at the bar, whispers something in his ear, then grins at his quick response, turns, and saunters back to their table by the door. If she's trading on her former reputation again, it won't bode well for their mission.
"What did you say to him?" he asks as she sits primly and smiles. It's a look that makes him think they might need to break out their weapons, and soon.
"Nothing much. Just negotiated for the whereabouts of the Hitari leader."
"Negotiated?" Headache, already. It's gonna be a long trip, he knows it. "Vala. What. Did. You. Say?"
Grinning, she leans close over the table. "I told him I was the Dread Pirate Mal Doran, and as it turns out, my reputation has preceded me."
Daniel drops his face into his palms, cringing. "You watch too much TV, you know that?"
"Oh, not nearly enough," she answers, and Daniel starts to wonder how long it'll be before she starts introducing herself as the Great and Powerful Oz.
~*~*~
Disclaimer: NBC, Fox, and others own it. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: All written for comment_fic
Title | Fandoms | Characters/Pairing | Rating | Word Count | Prompt (as summary)
Finally See the Light | Heroes | Matt/Mohinder | PG | 137 w | "Amazing" (Aerosmith)
Early in the morning, with the sun just peeking over the edge of the city, pink and soft and filtering through the curtains, Matt watches Mohinder sleep. Since everything finally settled, both of them coming back to New York, with Molly and little Matty in tow, he's felt like they're living in a truly amazing dream, like a miracle has happened to bring them all back together.
Mohinder's just as beautiful as always, peaceful as he dreams, curls splaying across the pillow and mouth bowed with the relaxation of deep sleep. It's a sight Matt had thought he'd never get to see again.
Leaning over, he brushes a gentle kiss over Mohinder's forehead, feeling like he's finally seeing the light at the end of their tunnel, hope and happiness and love swelling in his chest.
~*~*~
The Best Gift | Heroes | Matt/Mohinder | PG | 270 w | Valentine's Day
The morning of February 14th, Mohinder wakes up and instantly starts to panic, even before he's all the way awake. He's had plenty of time to plan, but in the end, wasn't able to think of a single thing Matt might like for Valentine's Day. At this point, he's practically resigned to taking Matt to a nice restaurant, but even that doesn't feel special.
Scowling to himself, he gets up and heads out to find Matt and apologize for his lack of insight, padding down the hall in his socks and pajamas. The smell of coffee greets him as he reaches the kitchen, and when the sight finally registers, his heart simultaneously sinks and soars.
Breakfast. Lots and lots of breakfast. And Matt in pajamas and an apron, flipping eggs at the stove.
"Matt?" he asks tentatively, stepping up to him and feeling like a fool.
Matt turns, spatula in hand, and gives him an almost-shy smile. "Hey," he says. "How do you like your eggs?"
"Scrambled," Mohinder answers automatically, and then he shakes his head, feeling his cheeks redden. "I didn't get you anything."
At that, Matt turns back to him again and sets the spatula on the counter, an incredulous expression on his face. "Are you kidding?" he asks, scoffing, before drawing Mohinder into a tight hug and kissing him thoroughly, heedless of morning breath. "You got me you. How could I ask for anything else?"
His chest tightening with emotion, Mohinder smiles and squeezes his lover back just as tightly. "I love you, Matt."
"I love you, too."
And suddenly, all of that anxiety over gifts seems completely pointless. This is what's important.
~*~*~
Shadow of a Demon | Heroes | Matt/Sylar | NC-17 | 174 w | possession
The only word Matt can think of to describe what Sylar did to him is possession. Having a serial killer in his head, being dragged around and forced to kill, maim, lie, it was like watching, helpless, while a demon used his body as an amusement park ride.
And the worst of it wasn't the killing, oh no. It was that place between sleep and wakefulness, before Matt had a chance to assert himself against the onslaught, when Sylar would use his body for... more recreative purposes. And him sleeping with Janice was one thing, but to wake up and find himself buried balls deep in a guy in some alley behind a bar, doing god-knows-what with god-knows-who, blood drying on his hands and in other places, that just makes his skin crawl, evoking a whole new sense of the word 'terror'.
Matt prays that one day he can wake up and not remember any of it, but knows, deep down, that the shadow of Sylar's demon will always be with him.
~*~*~
A Familiar Story | Heroes/X-Files | Scully & Mohinder | PG | 137 w | belief
Eying him across the small table in the diner, Dana is surprised that Dr. Suresh, with all his education and sophistication, can possibly believe what he's saying. People with special abilities. An entire phenomenon, wherein some genetic anomaly has created these abilities. Instant healing and regeneration, ESP, telekinesis, biologically-generated radioactivity, super speed. It sounds utterly ridiculous.
It sounds like something Mulder would try to sell her on.
And then she remembers just how often Mulder has been right, and she can't help a tiny sigh of resignation.
"Okay," she tells the soft-spoken man as he sets his teacup on the table, "I believe you. So how do we help all these people?"
When he smiles, his body relaxing just fractionally, it feels like all the tension has gone out of the air, and the sun has come out.
~*~*~
Worst Nightmare | Heroes/Supernatural | John Winchester & Sylar | PG-13 | 269 w | specimen
When the heavy darkness of sedation finally clears his head, Sylar finds himself bound in a chair with thick, wet ropes, surrounded by sigils, candles, and a ring of salt all carefully placed around him. A sharp laugh escapes him as he glances up at the worn-out-looking man standing before him.
"You think this will hold me?" he sneers.
The man stops in his recitation of some old Latin chant and looks up from the book in his hands, his eyes wary and frightened, a prey animal if ever Sylar has seen one. "Christo," he says, his voice gruff and tired, and he lifts an open flask of something and splashes its contents out over Sylar's face.
It's just water.
"What the hell are you?" the man asks, eyes even wider.
Sylar laughs again, deeper this time. "Well, I'm certainly no specimen, here for your amusement. But you--" he goes on, the ropes unknotting and slipping away from his wrists and ankles to drop to the floor, "--you could be just that for me."
Standing, he flicks a wrist, and the man flies back to be pinned against a dingy wall, the book and the flask falling forgotten to the floor. Sylar steps over the line of salt, squeezing one hand into a fist and watching the man start to choke.
"Simply put," he says cavalierly, "I'm your worst nightmare, and you are just another toy for me to take apart. Whether there's anything of interest to me in there, well, I suppose we'll just have to see."
When he lifts a hand, index finger pointed, the man only manages a gurgled scream.
Sylar grins darkly.
~*~*~
Keeping Them Safe | Heroes/BtVS | Ando & Xander | PG | 235 w | misunderstood
At the other side of the bar, it's a different sort of celebration going on. While the glorious heroes of the day laugh and carry on, patting each other on the back for winning the fight and coming out unscathed, Xander and Ando sit away from the pack, nursing their beers and counting their blessings.
"This one's never gonna heal," Xander says, looking over a long, deep cut on his arm that's already been patched up. "But it coulda' been worse," he shrugs, blinking his one good eye.
Across from him, Ando nods, taking another long pull off his beer.
"Think your guy, Hiro, will make it another day?"
"I hope so. His blackouts are getting worse. He's still here, though, so that must count for something."
"Yeah, same with Buffy. Every day she doesn't get wiped out is a win. And with Willow, every day she doesn't go darkside is a day filled with sunshine."
Ando glances over Xander's shoulder at the party going on at the other side of the bar, the shining faces of their friends, all so happy and seemingly carefree, then raises his bottle. "To keeping them safe. May they never realize."
Xander raises his own bottle and clinks it against his companion's. "To being misunderstood, and staying below the radar."
Wearing matching pained smiles, the two men go back to nursing their drinks, thanking whatever gods exist that they're able to do this again.
~*~*~
Improvement | Dresden Files (TV) | Harry & Bob | PG-13 | 114 w | wrong spell
When Harry looked down and saw just what the spell Bob had provided had done, it was all he could do to not yell. Through gritted teeth, he hissed, "Bob, what the hell is this?"
The spirit shifted from one foot to the other, propped his arm up and stroked his chin, appraising Harry for a long minute. "I think it's quite an improvement."
Crossing his arms over his now ample chest, Harry glared. "You'd better hunt up the counter-spell on the double, unless you want to spend the rest of eternity locked up in that skull for good."
Bob huffed. "Fine, fine. But it's not my fault you look that damn good as a woman."
~*~*~
Reputation | SG1 | Daniel/Vala | PG | 181 w | 'The Dread Pirate Mal Doran'
An uneasy feeling in his gut, Daniel watches across the tavern as Vala leans in close to the man at the bar, whispers something in his ear, then grins at his quick response, turns, and saunters back to their table by the door. If she's trading on her former reputation again, it won't bode well for their mission.
"What did you say to him?" he asks as she sits primly and smiles. It's a look that makes him think they might need to break out their weapons, and soon.
"Nothing much. Just negotiated for the whereabouts of the Hitari leader."
"Negotiated?" Headache, already. It's gonna be a long trip, he knows it. "Vala. What. Did. You. Say?"
Grinning, she leans close over the table. "I told him I was the Dread Pirate Mal Doran, and as it turns out, my reputation has preceded me."
Daniel drops his face into his palms, cringing. "You watch too much TV, you know that?"
"Oh, not nearly enough," she answers, and Daniel starts to wonder how long it'll be before she starts introducing herself as the Great and Powerful Oz.
~*~*~