Fic: Promises and Rewards
Title: Promises and Rewards
Rating: PG-13
Words: 468
Characters: Sylar, Mohinder
Warnings: One offscreen death
Spoilers: Nothing specific, but it's set some time after the end of Volume 2.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not writing this for profit.
Author's Notes: Written for the Sekrit Cabal Ficlet Battle at
cerebel_fics (prompt: Mohinder/Sylar, "no good deed goes unpunished").
“I swear by all that is holy, one day I am going to kill you.”
Sylar laughed and tossed the gun. It slid and came to a stop a foot away from him. “That’s what I love about you - your constancy.”
“Why do you have to torment me like this?” Mohinder said through clenched teeth. “Why don’t you just murder me and end it all?”
“I’d never kill you, Mohinder. Good things always happen for me whenever I’m around you.” He stepped carefully over the body, avoiding the blood. “I didn’t think you could make me happier than when you restored my abilities. But this one? Controlling the weather? I can’t thank you enough for uncovering it. It’s going to be a lot of fun trying this one out. Maybe they’ll revise the Saffir-Simpson scale in honor of my efforts.”
He smiled into Mohinder’s scowl. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not entirely evil. Think of all the good I’ll be able to do! All she ever thought to do with it was make sure her boring little boyfriend’s baseball games weren’t rained out. Such petty, selfish ambitions. I can make sure that every child wakes up to that white Christmas that we all hoped for! Sorry...that wouldn’t mean much to you, would it? What did you wish for, growing up: a nice sunny morn on Diwali?”
“She was only fifteen,” Mohinder said, shaking slightly with rage and adrenaline. “You son of a-”
“Fifteen,” Sylar interrupted. “Not a whole lot older than Molly, right?” He laughed again at the horror that spread across Mohinder’s face. “Oh, don’t worry. I won’t be paying a visit to...Missouri, that’s where you’re trying to hide her now, isn’t it? It wouldn’t be as sporting if I knew your exact whereabouts every time I thought about you. The hunt is the most fun part of it. You understand that, I’m sure. After all, you’ve spent the last year of your life hunting down special people, too.”
“To help them,” Mohinder said furiously.
“Of course. Doctor Suresh, doer of good deeds.” Sylar’s expression turned malicious. He closed the distance between them and touched Mohinder’s cheek. “And I appreciate your efforts, professor, I really do. One day you’ll get a fitting reward for it all. For now, though, I’m afraid you’ll just have to make do with the happy knowledge that you’ve helped me.”
He walked past Mohinder. “Whatever happened to that little partner of yours? The walking defibrillator? I was kind of hoping she’d still be hanging around. It’s been a while since I got two new abilities to play with at the same time.”
Mohinder counted the receding footsteps - eight, nine, ten - and then dropped, grabbed the gun, whipped around with one knee on the ground.
There was nothing but empty air behind him.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 468
Characters: Sylar, Mohinder
Warnings: One offscreen death
Spoilers: Nothing specific, but it's set some time after the end of Volume 2.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not writing this for profit.
Author's Notes: Written for the Sekrit Cabal Ficlet Battle at
cerebel_fics (prompt: Mohinder/Sylar, "no good deed goes unpunished").
“I swear by all that is holy, one day I am going to kill you.”
Sylar laughed and tossed the gun. It slid and came to a stop a foot away from him. “That’s what I love about you - your constancy.”
“Why do you have to torment me like this?” Mohinder said through clenched teeth. “Why don’t you just murder me and end it all?”
“I’d never kill you, Mohinder. Good things always happen for me whenever I’m around you.” He stepped carefully over the body, avoiding the blood. “I didn’t think you could make me happier than when you restored my abilities. But this one? Controlling the weather? I can’t thank you enough for uncovering it. It’s going to be a lot of fun trying this one out. Maybe they’ll revise the Saffir-Simpson scale in honor of my efforts.”
He smiled into Mohinder’s scowl. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not entirely evil. Think of all the good I’ll be able to do! All she ever thought to do with it was make sure her boring little boyfriend’s baseball games weren’t rained out. Such petty, selfish ambitions. I can make sure that every child wakes up to that white Christmas that we all hoped for! Sorry...that wouldn’t mean much to you, would it? What did you wish for, growing up: a nice sunny morn on Diwali?”
“She was only fifteen,” Mohinder said, shaking slightly with rage and adrenaline. “You son of a-”
“Fifteen,” Sylar interrupted. “Not a whole lot older than Molly, right?” He laughed again at the horror that spread across Mohinder’s face. “Oh, don’t worry. I won’t be paying a visit to...Missouri, that’s where you’re trying to hide her now, isn’t it? It wouldn’t be as sporting if I knew your exact whereabouts every time I thought about you. The hunt is the most fun part of it. You understand that, I’m sure. After all, you’ve spent the last year of your life hunting down special people, too.”
“To help them,” Mohinder said furiously.
“Of course. Doctor Suresh, doer of good deeds.” Sylar’s expression turned malicious. He closed the distance between them and touched Mohinder’s cheek. “And I appreciate your efforts, professor, I really do. One day you’ll get a fitting reward for it all. For now, though, I’m afraid you’ll just have to make do with the happy knowledge that you’ve helped me.”
He walked past Mohinder. “Whatever happened to that little partner of yours? The walking defibrillator? I was kind of hoping she’d still be hanging around. It’s been a while since I got two new abilities to play with at the same time.”
Mohinder counted the receding footsteps - eight, nine, ten - and then dropped, grabbed the gun, whipped around with one knee on the ground.
There was nothing but empty air behind him.