Diwali Ficlet
Title: Diwali Ficlet
Author: takhallus
Pairing: Mylar
Rating: G
Wordcount: 528
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine,
A/N: in honour of today's Hindu festival of Diwali and for mission_insane Size Matters (prompt : Hinduism)
“This is so boring”.
Sylar drummed his fingers on the dashboard of the Nissan Versa which had been his prison for the last six hours of the stakeout. Apparently there was a man inside the vacant warehouse who could see through walls, so quite why they were bothering to watch him when they could be being watched themselves was a mystery to Sylar and Mohinder both.
“There were things I could have been doing today.” Mohinder moaned.
“Hunching over a microscope, writing down sets of numbers, crossing them out, writing down more numbers, cursing and throwing your papers on the floor?”
“No.”
“That’s what you’ve done for the last three days. It’s been really exciting.” Sylar rolled his eyes and scratched on the dashboard again.
“I was going to call home today, it’s Diwali.”
Suddenly interested, Sylar tipped his head. “What’s Diwali?”
“It’s the Hindu festival of lights. All the family gets together and I always call.”
“And what will your family be doing?”
Mohinder thought for a minute, turning towards his partner. “Decorating the house with lights, giving each other presents and sweets. Then there’s the prayers.”
“Well, we can do that right now! Here…”
Sylar dug into his jacket pocket and produced a half eaten packet of Jolly Ranchers. “I’ll even let you have the red one, and that’s my favourite.”
Mohinder paused to assess this and decided that he really was just being nice, hard as it was to believe. He took the sweet and nodded in thanks.
“Now what?” Sylar asked with a mouth full of candy. “Prayers? Tell me one.”
“Well, they’re sung. Let’s see…” Mohinder searched his memory and sung a prayer which his grandmother had taught him as a child. Sylar was mesmorised by the words he didn’t understand and the melody which rose and fell whilst the soft, pretty voice of Mohinder surrounded him.
When he had finished Sylar could see Mohinder biting his lip, trying to stave off the emptiness which can come from being far from home. “That was beautiful. Now let’s have some lights.”
He switched the interior roof light on, and pulled out a thin maglite torch from the glovebox. “Will this do?”
Mohinder laughed softly. “I guess it will have to. Unless you can pull off some fireworks I guess we’re about done for this year.”
Sylar grinned and looked up through the sun roof into the black night sky. He opened his passenger side door and got out of the car.
“Where are you going? What about the x-ray man?” Mohinder followed him out.
“Screw it, if he’s in there let’s give him something to watch.”
Mohinder looked on as a tiny ball of light appeared in Sylar’s hand. His radioactivity was being manipulated by his telekinesis, and the glowing ball suddenly shot into the air, making a corona effect which lit up the sky. Just as it blackened again, another streak of fire scraped across the cityscape. As Mohinder gazed in delight, Sylar looked at him. “Happy Diwali Mohinder”.
Mohinder smiled, and wondered how someone who had committed such unspeakable acts could have the capacity for such thoughtfulness. “Eniya deepavali nalvaalthukkal, Gabriel.”
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