Heroes fic: Elite (3/?)
Title: Elite (3/?)
Author: icalynn
Fandom/Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar, Nathan/Peter, one sided Peter/Mohinder,
Word Count: 1472
Rating: Teen
Summary: Mohinder and Sylar argue, plans are made
A/N: This is the next installment of the Enhanced AUverse, takes place immediately following the events of Enhanced. I have another busy week ahead, so I thought I'd post a little something now. Enjoy!
Many thanks to my beta, river_rat_grrl for all her help and cheering my muse along! *hugs*
Stories in the Enhanced AUverse:
Evolving, Fragments, Enhanced.
Previous parts:
One, Two
Mohinder exhales as he glances down at his wrist, freezing as he notices the slave marking is gone. He trails his fingers over the smooth skin, vividly remembering the scar tissue that marred his skin only a few hours ago. "Sylar."
"What?" He groans as he sits up beside him. "It's four am-"
"How?" Mohinder questions as he glances down at his abdomen and chest. "They're gone- what did you do?"
Sylar grins as he trails his fingers over his back. "I fixed you."
He blinks, staring at him. "I didn't realize that was one of your abilities."
"It wasn't." He states, lying back in bed as he continues to caress Mohinder's back.
"Oh," Mohinder gasps, his eyes widening at the underlining meaning of his comment. "You acquisitioned another power," he muses, his eyes narrowing slightly as he rubs his fingers over his wrist. "Was it for my benefit or yours?"
Sylar tenses at the question, furious that he'd suggest such a thing. "You obviously have me all figured out!"
"I didn't need to be fixed," He whispers harshly as he pushes himself off the bed and walks toward the window. "You didn't need another power-"
"Maybe not," He snaps, sitting back up, watching Mohinder closely. "But, you needed to be healed. You were hurting, even Peter noticed."
"Peter?" Mohinder repeats, turning to him. "When was this?"
Sylar shrugs, "a few hours ago."
"A few hours ago?" He questions sharply. "My god. What were you doing, watching me while I slept?" He gasps, paling at the thought. "I might as well be back on display at the slave camp-"
"Mohinder!" He snaps. "How can you even think-"
"How can I not?" Mohinder protests, throwing his arms up in the air. "You're parading me, like some object-"
"He had to see what they did," Sylar shouts, trying to get his point across. "As- as much as I don't want to admit it, we need him on our side. And when he-" his voice trails off and he sighs, rubbing his eyes.
"When he, what?" Mohinder prompts as he crosses his arms over his chest, staring at him.
"He apparently likes you-" he confesses and he's shocked when Mohinder snorts in reply.
"I could've told you that," he grates, glaring at him. "And yet, you- what? Used his feelings for me? Manipulated him like you do everyone?"
"You knew?" Sylar gasps, only focusing on his first statement.
"Of course, I knew." Mohinder sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Peter's unable to mask his feelings like most. He's a damn empath. I'm surprised you didn't see it earlier."
Sylar's mouth drops open and he can't help but smirk at him. "And you accuse me of manipulation."
"Please," he drawls turning away from him and crossing back to the window. He leans against the window frame and stares out into the night sky.
"You and I are more alike than you'd care to admit," Sylar muses as he stands up and slowly makes his way over to Mohinder. He stands behind him, wrapping his arm around his waist. Sylar brushes his lips over his ears, loving how he practically melts in his arms. "Go on, admit it."
"We have nothing in common," Mohinder insists, causing Sylar to chuckle in his ear.
"Whatever you say, doctor," he smiles as he turns him around, gazing into his dark eyes. "Now, aren't you going to reward me for healing you?"
He groans, leaning his head against Sylar's chest. "Maybe later," he breathes, giving in for the moment.
"Let's go back to bed," Sylar suggests as he lifts Mohinder's chin, kissing him lightly.
Mohinder tenses, before he returns the kiss and pulls away, his eyes lit with confusion. "Yes," he nods, taking the lead and crossing back over to the bed.
~
Sylar can hear his racing heart before he appears. Peter's eyes are wild and he's gasping for air. "Wake up," Peter demands and he obliges as he opens his eyes. "Nathan and Matt are on their way- I couldn't stop them."
"Fuck." He groans and he's instantly out of bed. "You couldn't hold them off for a few hours?" He grates as he runs his hands through his hair and glances at Mohinder still sleeping at his side.
"What are you waiting for?" Peter gasps as Sylar picks up the unmistakable footfalls of the President and his lackey walking down the hall.
Sylar studies Peter for a moment, suddenly recalling the time when he had almost convinced Nathan that he was his dear brother. He knows better this time, he knows how to sway his opinion. "Stay in here- don't say a word." He orders. "I have an idea."
"What-" he begins as Sylar shifts and suddenly he's staring at himself. "How-"
"I'll explain everything later," he states adjusting his voice so that he sounds exactly like Peter. "Just keep him safe."
Peter simply nods.
Sylar flashes him a smile and walks out the door, shutting the door behind him. He takes a deep breath and schools his features, calling onto any god that would listen to him. "For Mohinder," he whispers, glancing up as the doors to his suite are swung open.
"Peter," Nathan begins as he walks through the doors. "Where are they?"
"They just left," he states, his voice hitching ever so slightly. "Gabriel teleported away- I didn't even know he had that power!"
Nathan and Parkman share a glance. "When?" Parkman demands as he stares at him.
"Five minutes at most," he sighs, running his hand through his hair as he begins to pace. "I wasn't close enough to follow- but I caught a lingering thought. I'm pretty sure he's taking him to India."
"India." Nathan repeats as he rubs his chin. He nods to Parkman who instantly turns and leaves the room. "Is there anything else I should know?"
Sylar shakes his head, doing his best to lower his eyes. "I'm pretty sure I was close enough to absorb his power- I might be able to follow them."
Nathan nods, tilting his head ever so slightly as he regards him. "We wouldn't want you teleporting to Ireland or something insane like that."
Sylar worries his lips, forcing a flush to his face, hating how weak Peter is when he could be something so much more. "Yeah," he agrees, smiling as he takes a step closer to Nathan, brushing his arm against Nathan's. Barely a touch, but he knows it's what they do.
"Stay here, see if Gabriel comes back." Nathan begins as he brings his hand up and squeezes his shoulder. "I need more information, Mohinder is a liability we can't afford to let go."
Sylar nods, "I understand."
"Good." Nathan smiles. He leans in for a kiss when the presidential cell phone rings and he pulls away sharply. "Yes?" He demands and listens briefly before he nods. "Do what you have to," he grates, hanging up a moment later.
Sylar offers a small smile, brushing a feather light kiss to Nathan's cheek, forcing himself to relax into the kiss as Nathan turns and deepens the kiss. They pull apart and Sylar licks his lip, sighing softly. "I'll let you know anything I find out."
"I'll be waiting for your phone call." Nathan smiles as he turns and walks away.
Sylar waits until his so-called superior is out of earshot before he locks the doors and allows the illusion to drop. He sighs, closing his eyes as he becomes himself once more.
He quickly returns to the bedroom to see Mohinder dressing and Peter glaring at him. "I assume you heard everything."
Peter curtly nods, "Yes."
"Good, then you know you'll need to call Nathan later." He states. "After we're gone."
"Of course," Peter snaps, tears glistening in his eyes.
"What's your problem?" Sylar grates, suddenly feeling uneasy.
"You kissed," he begins softly. "And he didn't know it wasn't me."
Sylar stares at him, his eyes widening as he realized what he was hinting at. "Hmm."
"Hmmm?" Pater grates. "That's all you can say?"
"What do you want me to say?" He gasps, a smile twisting at his lips. "Mohinder kisses better?"
Peter flushes, eyes blazing. "Fuck you."
"Haven't we had this discussion?" Sylar muses, smirking as he turns to Mohinder who's standing to the side.
"I thought you said we needed Peter's help," Mohinder pipes in as he crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at him. "You're not helping."
"He started it!" He groans as he mirrors his position. "Ugh. We don't have time for this-"
Peter glares at them, turning away for a moment as he takes a deep calming breath. "Nathan wouldn't think to look at our father's cabin- it'll give you time to arrange a better place."
Sylar studies him briefly, then nods. "Sounds like a plan."
Four
Author: icalynn
Fandom/Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar, Nathan/Peter, one sided Peter/Mohinder,
Word Count: 1472
Rating: Teen
Summary: Mohinder and Sylar argue, plans are made
A/N: This is the next installment of the Enhanced AUverse, takes place immediately following the events of Enhanced. I have another busy week ahead, so I thought I'd post a little something now. Enjoy!
Many thanks to my beta, river_rat_grrl for all her help and cheering my muse along! *hugs*
Stories in the Enhanced AUverse:
Evolving, Fragments, Enhanced.
Previous parts:
One, Two
Mohinder exhales as he glances down at his wrist, freezing as he notices the slave marking is gone. He trails his fingers over the smooth skin, vividly remembering the scar tissue that marred his skin only a few hours ago. "Sylar."
"What?" He groans as he sits up beside him. "It's four am-"
"How?" Mohinder questions as he glances down at his abdomen and chest. "They're gone- what did you do?"
Sylar grins as he trails his fingers over his back. "I fixed you."
He blinks, staring at him. "I didn't realize that was one of your abilities."
"It wasn't." He states, lying back in bed as he continues to caress Mohinder's back.
"Oh," Mohinder gasps, his eyes widening at the underlining meaning of his comment. "You acquisitioned another power," he muses, his eyes narrowing slightly as he rubs his fingers over his wrist. "Was it for my benefit or yours?"
Sylar tenses at the question, furious that he'd suggest such a thing. "You obviously have me all figured out!"
"I didn't need to be fixed," He whispers harshly as he pushes himself off the bed and walks toward the window. "You didn't need another power-"
"Maybe not," He snaps, sitting back up, watching Mohinder closely. "But, you needed to be healed. You were hurting, even Peter noticed."
"Peter?" Mohinder repeats, turning to him. "When was this?"
Sylar shrugs, "a few hours ago."
"A few hours ago?" He questions sharply. "My god. What were you doing, watching me while I slept?" He gasps, paling at the thought. "I might as well be back on display at the slave camp-"
"Mohinder!" He snaps. "How can you even think-"
"How can I not?" Mohinder protests, throwing his arms up in the air. "You're parading me, like some object-"
"He had to see what they did," Sylar shouts, trying to get his point across. "As- as much as I don't want to admit it, we need him on our side. And when he-" his voice trails off and he sighs, rubbing his eyes.
"When he, what?" Mohinder prompts as he crosses his arms over his chest, staring at him.
"He apparently likes you-" he confesses and he's shocked when Mohinder snorts in reply.
"I could've told you that," he grates, glaring at him. "And yet, you- what? Used his feelings for me? Manipulated him like you do everyone?"
"You knew?" Sylar gasps, only focusing on his first statement.
"Of course, I knew." Mohinder sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Peter's unable to mask his feelings like most. He's a damn empath. I'm surprised you didn't see it earlier."
Sylar's mouth drops open and he can't help but smirk at him. "And you accuse me of manipulation."
"Please," he drawls turning away from him and crossing back to the window. He leans against the window frame and stares out into the night sky.
"You and I are more alike than you'd care to admit," Sylar muses as he stands up and slowly makes his way over to Mohinder. He stands behind him, wrapping his arm around his waist. Sylar brushes his lips over his ears, loving how he practically melts in his arms. "Go on, admit it."
"We have nothing in common," Mohinder insists, causing Sylar to chuckle in his ear.
"Whatever you say, doctor," he smiles as he turns him around, gazing into his dark eyes. "Now, aren't you going to reward me for healing you?"
He groans, leaning his head against Sylar's chest. "Maybe later," he breathes, giving in for the moment.
"Let's go back to bed," Sylar suggests as he lifts Mohinder's chin, kissing him lightly.
Mohinder tenses, before he returns the kiss and pulls away, his eyes lit with confusion. "Yes," he nods, taking the lead and crossing back over to the bed.
~
Sylar can hear his racing heart before he appears. Peter's eyes are wild and he's gasping for air. "Wake up," Peter demands and he obliges as he opens his eyes. "Nathan and Matt are on their way- I couldn't stop them."
"Fuck." He groans and he's instantly out of bed. "You couldn't hold them off for a few hours?" He grates as he runs his hands through his hair and glances at Mohinder still sleeping at his side.
"What are you waiting for?" Peter gasps as Sylar picks up the unmistakable footfalls of the President and his lackey walking down the hall.
Sylar studies Peter for a moment, suddenly recalling the time when he had almost convinced Nathan that he was his dear brother. He knows better this time, he knows how to sway his opinion. "Stay in here- don't say a word." He orders. "I have an idea."
"What-" he begins as Sylar shifts and suddenly he's staring at himself. "How-"
"I'll explain everything later," he states adjusting his voice so that he sounds exactly like Peter. "Just keep him safe."
Peter simply nods.
Sylar flashes him a smile and walks out the door, shutting the door behind him. He takes a deep breath and schools his features, calling onto any god that would listen to him. "For Mohinder," he whispers, glancing up as the doors to his suite are swung open.
"Peter," Nathan begins as he walks through the doors. "Where are they?"
"They just left," he states, his voice hitching ever so slightly. "Gabriel teleported away- I didn't even know he had that power!"
Nathan and Parkman share a glance. "When?" Parkman demands as he stares at him.
"Five minutes at most," he sighs, running his hand through his hair as he begins to pace. "I wasn't close enough to follow- but I caught a lingering thought. I'm pretty sure he's taking him to India."
"India." Nathan repeats as he rubs his chin. He nods to Parkman who instantly turns and leaves the room. "Is there anything else I should know?"
Sylar shakes his head, doing his best to lower his eyes. "I'm pretty sure I was close enough to absorb his power- I might be able to follow them."
Nathan nods, tilting his head ever so slightly as he regards him. "We wouldn't want you teleporting to Ireland or something insane like that."
Sylar worries his lips, forcing a flush to his face, hating how weak Peter is when he could be something so much more. "Yeah," he agrees, smiling as he takes a step closer to Nathan, brushing his arm against Nathan's. Barely a touch, but he knows it's what they do.
"Stay here, see if Gabriel comes back." Nathan begins as he brings his hand up and squeezes his shoulder. "I need more information, Mohinder is a liability we can't afford to let go."
Sylar nods, "I understand."
"Good." Nathan smiles. He leans in for a kiss when the presidential cell phone rings and he pulls away sharply. "Yes?" He demands and listens briefly before he nods. "Do what you have to," he grates, hanging up a moment later.
Sylar offers a small smile, brushing a feather light kiss to Nathan's cheek, forcing himself to relax into the kiss as Nathan turns and deepens the kiss. They pull apart and Sylar licks his lip, sighing softly. "I'll let you know anything I find out."
"I'll be waiting for your phone call." Nathan smiles as he turns and walks away.
Sylar waits until his so-called superior is out of earshot before he locks the doors and allows the illusion to drop. He sighs, closing his eyes as he becomes himself once more.
He quickly returns to the bedroom to see Mohinder dressing and Peter glaring at him. "I assume you heard everything."
Peter curtly nods, "Yes."
"Good, then you know you'll need to call Nathan later." He states. "After we're gone."
"Of course," Peter snaps, tears glistening in his eyes.
"What's your problem?" Sylar grates, suddenly feeling uneasy.
"You kissed," he begins softly. "And he didn't know it wasn't me."
Sylar stares at him, his eyes widening as he realized what he was hinting at. "Hmm."
"Hmmm?" Pater grates. "That's all you can say?"
"What do you want me to say?" He gasps, a smile twisting at his lips. "Mohinder kisses better?"
Peter flushes, eyes blazing. "Fuck you."
"Haven't we had this discussion?" Sylar muses, smirking as he turns to Mohinder who's standing to the side.
"I thought you said we needed Peter's help," Mohinder pipes in as he crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at him. "You're not helping."
"He started it!" He groans as he mirrors his position. "Ugh. We don't have time for this-"
Peter glares at them, turning away for a moment as he takes a deep calming breath. "Nathan wouldn't think to look at our father's cabin- it'll give you time to arrange a better place."
Sylar studies him briefly, then nods. "Sounds like a plan."
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