Choices:The Privilege of Power
Title: The Privilege of Power
Rating: pg-13 since Sylar likes to lash out at people but it's nothing bloody.
Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder, though they are having separate adventures at the moment.
Characters: Sylar, Angela Petrelli
Word Count: 1,596
Summary: Picking up where we left off in the last part but starting with Angela's pov...we find out something about Sylar's past (and Angela's as well) when he does. Something that will change the course of his life forever.
A/N: Much thanks to the wonderful iluvbsbkevin and mabetini (even though she does not like what I say about Sylar's...um...background in this one XD)And also to everyone who has read and/or commented on the previous parts, uber danke to you all.This was easily one of the most challenging things to write and have it not sound forced or out of Angie's character with the tone and intent of her dialogue. Next part: What Mohinder finds out he can do with just a simple syringe and help from the woman Sylar dropped into his life...(if you've seen the new promo/or was a lucky betch at cci then you can guess. )
Disclaimer: Tim Kring/NbcUniversal own them all...but I like to borrow them sometimes and see what happens when they play together.
Part of my Season Three (with a lot more Mylar as it should be) promo-inspired series:
1. One Missed Call
2. Unfinished Business
3. A Loss of Control
4. For What's To Come
Every winding labyrinthine hallway of the Hartsdale facility held so many memories for Angela Petrelli. When she and her husband and ten other individuals formed the Company all those years ago...it all started there, in that large gray building. The Hartsdale facility was the very first location for the organization, where they began their tireless efforts to try and understand this phenomena and to try and help others with what they could do. It was also where it all went so very wrong. A place where plans were made and betrayals occurred. But it could also be the place where... so many things from her past could be rectified.
Angela's black two-inch heels clacked against the linoleum of the hallway as she made her way to the large exam room where detainees were mind-wiped. It was not two days ago that Angela had regained control of the facility from Robert Bishop. The way in which he was handling things...not efficient enough. People would think it was because it was commonly believed he sanctioned the attempted assassination of her eldest son, Nathan that she forced him to relinquish his position within the organization. But that man knew something about Angela's past that stunned the woman herself as she read through her own rather large personal file after he was taken care of. She thought that no one still knew the truth.
A year ago, in Odessa, Texas a man named Gabriel Gray, alias: Sylar, was detained after an operation at an Odessa High School Homecoming game. When he was processed, the commonplace procedures were carried out, including a blood sample. That blood sample was run through a database in Hartsdale and...the results were surprising, to say the least, for Bishop. Angela discovered that Bob kept extensive files on most everyone associated with the Company. All their dirty little secrets contained in large file boxes. But if it wasn't for the man's nosy ways...she may have never made the connection.
As she threw open the double doors to the room, she caused both agents to turn and give her their full attention.
"There's going to be some changes around here. Starting with this project being terminated effective immediately. I will be overseeing Mr. Gray's activities here from this point on."
Neither agent made any attempt at arguing as they both left her alone with the bound man. When they were gone, Angela slowly moved over closer...it was something she thought would never happen. She moved to start removing the restraints holding him fixed to the slab. Speaking to him in quiet tones, trying to be as comforting and non-threatening as she could. When he sat up, she kept that hand on his arm...how was she going to tell him? But before she could speak, Angela found in a moment's notice that the man had pulled her arm down. He used his own arm to wrap around her neck and hold her close, her back to his chest as he panted, his words spat out while he sat on the slab's edge.
"That's not my name...and whoever you are, you're one of them. I have no desire to listen to the people who tried to kill me."
Angela remained calm as she felt the firm grip on her neck. She pursed her lips and...well this was going about how she expected to be honest. She'd read his file...he has every violent tendency and she knew that letting him free of his restraints alone wouldn't earn her his trust.
"It wouldn't have been your name, no but it is rather fitting that you're named after the Biblical archangel of death...considering. However, I would recommend that you let go of me before the people watching on the other end of that camera in the corner of the room get exceptionally concerned with my well-being."
Sylar stood up and moved across the large room, still keeping his hold on the woman. He scanned the door and figured that it would require the use of a key-card to gain access to the locking mechanism. First though, he tried to use his telekinesis...that didn't work as hoped as Sylar felt something was certainly off when he made the attempt. A thought confirmed when nothing happened. Angrily, he let go of the woman and stepped back to face her.
"Did they inject me again?"
Angela straightened her blouse, smoothing the sleeves before she spoke.
"The reason you cannot access your abilities Sylar, is due to the fact that that within your system is a potent but temporary suppressant. Without another dose, the effects will wear off within a day. Now, are you going to be stupid and try to force your way out of here and be killed for the effort? Or... will you let me tell you why I gave a damn to stop this organization from wiping your mind clean completely?"
Sylar flinched visibly at the thought of his memories being taken from him. And yes, he was curious as to who this woman was and why she was speaking to him in such a tone. He folded his arms over his wife beater-clad chest as he replied.
"Fine. Why don't you start with you are?"
Angela nodded curtly as she folded her hands and placed them on her lap.
"My name is Angela and I'm one of the twelve people responsible for the formation of the Company. But the reason you should care about who I am has everything to do with a series of events that took place twenty-eight years ago. A series of events that resulted in your existence, Gabriel."
She started to pace the room, making sharp turns on her heels every few steps as she spoke. Sylar listened intently but...her vague statements weren't making sense to him just yet.
"In your file, there are transcripts of your recorded conversations with Chandra Suresh. In them, you state a desire to discover that the Grays were not your biological family. In most cases, this would be simply the wishful thinking of a child,...but not in yours.You were adopted Gabriel...Virginia Gray was not your mother. I am."
Every part of him that should have been wondering if this was just another Company ploy...was completely blindsided by her answer. Sylar's arms fell to his sides as he raised both brows and looked at Angela. All those years he'd hoped for another family, another life...and he could have had one.
"I was...adopted? Then...why was I given up? Why was I abandoned with those...those strangers?"
It was hard to hide the outrage in his words...and the confusion. This was all happening so fast. Wait, if she was a part of the Company then...he was very deeply connected to the people he was about to try and take down. People who had wanted him dead... Angela pursed her lips and sighed, walking toward him again and once more resting a hand on his bare arm. She chose her words carefully before she spoke.
"It wasn't safe. If I had kept you... you would have been taken from me. Tested beyond your limits. I'm sure you recall the woman who stopped you in California and in Brooklyn...she was the daughter of another one of the Company founders. Almost her entire life has been spent inside of facility walls...so I did what was best and gave you a chance at having a better life. But I knew...that somehow you'd realize the potential you have...how unique you are. Did you ever wonder why you were kept alive in Odessa? When I found out who 'Sylar' really was...I had to act. I couldn't let them harm my son..."
By her words being so carefully spoken, Angela avoided messy details such as who his biological father was...why she really gave him up...that he had two brothers, one of whom he'd killed while on his initial rampage. It was a lot for Sylar to take in, even just a year ago if she would have found him and told him this...his reaction would be more full of sincere gratitude. The reaction that was best-suited to the person who shattered a certain life of mediocrity, and instead showed him that he could be so much more than a simple watchmaker. But, much had changed since then. The man who so desperately wanted hope and validation had tasted both now...so the more cynical man that Sylar became wondered only one thing.
"I see...then what do you want from me now?"
She wasn't a sentimental, overly-emotional woman... so his reaction worked just fine. Angela stepped back and looked right into his eyes while she spoke.
"Gabriel, this place...the Company, it is your destiny now. Most of the other founders have passed...it's up to the new, younger generation of people with these abilities to take us through the next few decades, and I know that you're the one we all need. You can lead them all, Sylar...I've had dreams, visions really of what you do with this organization...and it's astounding. Now, are you willing to take on this responsibility?"
A few moments went by as Sylar thought about this. What it would mean...how much power he'd wield by not being hunted down anymore. A smirk crept onto the corner of his lips. From everything she said, Sylar had figured out that Angela had an ability as well...if it was true what she saw then how could he possibly say no? In a way, he was receiving the 'keys to the castle.'
"So, tell me...what types of things do I end up doing...Mom?"