Ficlet: The Company of Strangers | Heroes | Jessica/Sylar | PG-13 | 1/1
Title: The Company of Strangers
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Jessica/Sylar
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 452
Prompt: Hooking up
Summary: At a skeezy bar in New York, Jessica finds just the thing to get her mind off of her alter-ego.
Disclaimer: NBC owns it. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: The first of the request ficlets from my "Thinking Outside the Ship" meme. Written for my sis, silverlily771.
The Company of Strangers
Jessica had been running for what seemed like years when she found her way back to New York. Not that it was a good idea to be back in the thick of things, but something seemed to be driving her, forcing her to go where the action was. She had a sinking suspicion that it was Nikki, but she'd been keeping a tight lid on her alter-ego for months, so whatever. As long as she didn't wind up back at the Company, what did she care where she went?
It was with this on her mind that she stopped into the first dive of a bar she could find, after securing a hotel room a block away. Maybe if she drank herself stupid, she wouldn't think about that bitch she kept locked away so much. And maybe I'll sprout wings and fly away, like Nathan, she grumbled to herself.
"Mind if I join you?" said a smooth, quiet voice next to her, pulling her focus up from her drink and her thoughts, both. The dark-haired man with heavy stubble and dark eyebrows gave her a small smile, and she couldn't help but flick her wrist in his direction, thinking he looked familiar, but not able to place him.
"Sure, whatever."
The man smiled a little wider, reminding her almost of a wolf, and introduced himself as he slid onto the barstool, "Gabriel, nice to meet you."
"Jessica. Likewise," she let herself smile before taking another swig of her beer.
"Been in New York long?" he asked, flagging down the bartender to bring him a beer for himself.
"Nope. Just got in. You?"
"Oh, I've been around, but I travel a lot, so it's good to come home and get to stay for a while."
Jessica smirked. "I hear ya'. I'm originally from Nevada."
"Long way from home."
"Oh, it definitely is..." she trailed off, taking another drink and noting how he seemed to be sliding closer to her, the heat radiating from him warming her side. Of course he is, she thought with a bit of preening. Men didn't tell Jessica no. It occurred to her then that maybe there were better things to be doing than drinking herself stupid to try to forget Nikki. "Hey," she said, turning to her new companion more fully, "I've got a hotel room not far from here. Why don't you come back with me, and we can... talk some more?"
She wasn't so focused on laying it on thick that she didn't notice the way his fingers trailed up her spine, and his eyes grew dark with something akin to lust. "Oh, I think I'd like that..." he grinned again, and she wondered if his agenda was anything near as deadly as hers...
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Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Jessica/Sylar
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 452
Prompt: Hooking up
Summary: At a skeezy bar in New York, Jessica finds just the thing to get her mind off of her alter-ego.
Disclaimer: NBC owns it. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: The first of the request ficlets from my "Thinking Outside the Ship" meme. Written for my sis, silverlily771.
The Company of Strangers
Jessica had been running for what seemed like years when she found her way back to New York. Not that it was a good idea to be back in the thick of things, but something seemed to be driving her, forcing her to go where the action was. She had a sinking suspicion that it was Nikki, but she'd been keeping a tight lid on her alter-ego for months, so whatever. As long as she didn't wind up back at the Company, what did she care where she went?
It was with this on her mind that she stopped into the first dive of a bar she could find, after securing a hotel room a block away. Maybe if she drank herself stupid, she wouldn't think about that bitch she kept locked away so much. And maybe I'll sprout wings and fly away, like Nathan, she grumbled to herself.
"Mind if I join you?" said a smooth, quiet voice next to her, pulling her focus up from her drink and her thoughts, both. The dark-haired man with heavy stubble and dark eyebrows gave her a small smile, and she couldn't help but flick her wrist in his direction, thinking he looked familiar, but not able to place him.
"Sure, whatever."
The man smiled a little wider, reminding her almost of a wolf, and introduced himself as he slid onto the barstool, "Gabriel, nice to meet you."
"Jessica. Likewise," she let herself smile before taking another swig of her beer.
"Been in New York long?" he asked, flagging down the bartender to bring him a beer for himself.
"Nope. Just got in. You?"
"Oh, I've been around, but I travel a lot, so it's good to come home and get to stay for a while."
Jessica smirked. "I hear ya'. I'm originally from Nevada."
"Long way from home."
"Oh, it definitely is..." she trailed off, taking another drink and noting how he seemed to be sliding closer to her, the heat radiating from him warming her side. Of course he is, she thought with a bit of preening. Men didn't tell Jessica no. It occurred to her then that maybe there were better things to be doing than drinking herself stupid to try to forget Nikki. "Hey," she said, turning to her new companion more fully, "I've got a hotel room not far from here. Why don't you come back with me, and we can... talk some more?"
She wasn't so focused on laying it on thick that she didn't notice the way his fingers trailed up her spine, and his eyes grew dark with something akin to lust. "Oh, I think I'd like that..." he grinned again, and she wondered if his agenda was anything near as deadly as hers...
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