The phone’s ring is shrill. Shrill enough to curdle milk. Shrill enough to shatter glass. Shrill enough to shatter all of Dr. Mohinder Suresh’s hopes for the Third Floor Improvement Campaign, which began this week with the replacement of all the old-style phones in the office.
Mohinder winces at the tone. He’s going to have to surreptitiously
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Mmmmmmmm...Sylar. I've missed you. *drags him off for mad sexin'...not that you needed to know that*
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I've come to rely on that Mmmmmmmmm...Sylar, you know.
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Heh. Well, you know, I aim to please. Even if Sylar isn't in it, I find some way to make it work.
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I gave a shout of joy when I saw another fic by you. I really, really, really, really, really, really x 100 love your writing!
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This fic was so creepy and hot.
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Heavy on the creepy :P I'm glad you liked ^_^
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“Darwin made you do it?” he asks, his voice too breathy. “That’s a new one.” <---God, I was laughing so hard. I loved it..XD
“The world will tremble at my touch,” Sylar breathes, “and you could be by my side. I can give you a live you can’t dream of. Is that what you want?” <---Mmmmm..Perfect!
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LOL. The Darwin one is one of my favorite lines :P
Thank you! I'm glad you liked ^_^
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