Fic: Anticipation
FYI: I used to post fic under my original lj username. However, I decided to create a separate journal for fic, to keep from disturbing people on my flist who don't care for that sort of thing, and I've moved all my previous fic over to this journal. So if you notice that my other posts sound familiar...that's why.
Title: Anticipation
Author:
squills
Rating: PG
Summary: All good things come to those who wait--and Sylar's been waiting for a while now.
Words: About 225
Notes: I wrote this in response to a prompt in someone else's lj, and liked it enough that I thought I'd polish it up and post it here instead of letting it be buried in a comment.
Sylar can't find anything on TV to watch that night at the motel, not that it matters, he wouldn't normally vegetate his time away, but tonight he needs something to distract himself, to keep himself from getting over-excited. He wants to be sure Mohinder is settled in for the night to lessen the chance that he'll get caught running this errand. But the waiting, after a whole afternoon of brooding over how he was this close to what he wanted at that auto body shop, is fraying his nerves.
Finally, faintly, through the thin wall, he hears the shower turn on next door. Finally. He smiles, rakes long fingers through hair that's still too short, reaches for the black coat he'd carefully folded into the bottom of Zane Taylor's suitcase. Finally, he's starting to work through the rest of that precious list, and he's going to fucking enjoy every minute of this one.
As he starts down the sidewalk, he bites his lip in anticipation and trails a finger lightly across the next room's door. He idly wonders what Mohinder is thinking about right at this moment--then wonders what Mohinder looks like right at this moment. He smiles again, slowly.
Maybe later, after he's finished getting the first of the things he desperately wants, maybe he'll pay a little visit to the professor.