Road trip drabble, Mylar, G
written for paynesgrey
Delicate brown hands clenched the steering wheel. James Hetfield was screaming, and Mohinder's patience was just about gone. "Can't we listen to something else for a while?"
His companion flipped absently through the cd book. "I guess I could put the Crue in again."
"No! Please. No more yelling."
"Yelling? Well, now you're just hurting my feelings." Sylar-as-Zane mock-pouted. The driver remained impassive. He sighed heavily. "I suppose you want to listen to Mozart again, huh?"
Mohinder smiled, "That would be nice, yes."
Sylar cranked up the Metallica. "Too bad. Shotgun controls the stereo. That's road trip rule number one"
"That makes no sense!" Mohinder screamed over the music.
"Hey, I don't make the rules!" Turning the music down the tiniest bit, Sylar sat back and crossed his arms. It was fun being Zane. And, he had to admit, the company was pretty great. Well... pretty, in any case. He smiled at the miserable man hunched over the wheel, dark curls falling in his face and obscuring the "I want to kill you, slowly and painfully" expression he knew Mohinder was wearing.
Mohinder's eye twitched. He turned and glared at his passenger, not letting that bright, sunny smile or dark, puppy-dog eyes disarm him. Well... not too much. He put on his best authoritative voice.
"Fine. But tomorrow you have to drive."
Delicate brown hands clenched the steering wheel. James Hetfield was screaming, and Mohinder's patience was just about gone. "Can't we listen to something else for a while?"
His companion flipped absently through the cd book. "I guess I could put the Crue in again."
"No! Please. No more yelling."
"Yelling? Well, now you're just hurting my feelings." Sylar-as-Zane mock-pouted. The driver remained impassive. He sighed heavily. "I suppose you want to listen to Mozart again, huh?"
Mohinder smiled, "That would be nice, yes."
Sylar cranked up the Metallica. "Too bad. Shotgun controls the stereo. That's road trip rule number one"
"That makes no sense!" Mohinder screamed over the music.
"Hey, I don't make the rules!" Turning the music down the tiniest bit, Sylar sat back and crossed his arms. It was fun being Zane. And, he had to admit, the company was pretty great. Well... pretty, in any case. He smiled at the miserable man hunched over the wheel, dark curls falling in his face and obscuring the "I want to kill you, slowly and painfully" expression he knew Mohinder was wearing.
Mohinder's eye twitched. He turned and glared at his passenger, not letting that bright, sunny smile or dark, puppy-dog eyes disarm him. Well... not too much. He put on his best authoritative voice.
"Fine. But tomorrow you have to drive."