Heroes fic: Elite (6/?)
Title: Elite (6/?)
Author: icalynn
Fandom/Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar, one sided Peter/Mohinder,
Word Count: 1309
Rating: Teen
Summary: Peter helps Mohinder....
A/N: I've decided to post smaller updates throughout the week as long as I'm able. I would say Happy Mother's day.... but there's nothing really happy about this part. *gulps* And I'm totally nervous about posting this part! I hope everyone like it as much as my muse does. *g*
And many thanks to my beta, river_rat_grrl for putting up my with my crazy plot bunnies and for cheering me along! *hugs*
This is the next installment of the Enhanced AUverse, takes place immediately following the events of Enhanced.
Stories in the Enhanced AUverse:
Evolving, Fragments, Enhanced.
Previous parts:
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Mohinder paces the length of the room, unable to focus his thoughts on anything but Hiro's cryptic warning. He glances at his watch, wondering when Sylar will return, needing to speak to him, to tell him how much he loves him. "Sylar," he whispers, almost hoping that he'll hear him.
He pauses, the hair prickling at the back of his neck. "Hello?" Mohinder calls out, knowing that someone is near or rather, someone is watching him. He clenches his fist at his side, cursing as the feeling increases and he glances around the room. "Who's there?"
"You're good," Peter remarks as he suddenly manifests in front of him. "Most don't even realize I'm in the room."
"I've had practice." He grunts, crossing his arms over his chest. "And you felt the need to spy on me, because?"
He shrugs. "Bored."
Mohinder blanches, his lips thinning into a tight smile. "I'm glad to amuse you."
Peter sighs, shaking his head. "It's not that," he offers as he flashes him a bright smile. "I like being in your company."
He studies him briefly, dismissing his comment as infatuation and turns once more to his inner turmoil. "Fine," he sighs as he reflects once more on Hiro's words.
"Hiro was here?" Peter gasps and Mohinder stills, glaring at him. "Sorry, but you're projecting your thoughts."
"Stay out of my head." He snaps and immediately forces himself to think in his native language.
"Mohinder," he begins as he reaches out to him and Mohinder steps back, not wanting to be near him. "What's going on?"
"Nothing."
"Hiro warned you to break up with Sylar for the benefit of mankind," Peter rushes. "Doesn't sound like nothing to me."
"You're not a part of this," Mohinder grates. "Sylar and I-"
"Need to break up," he drawls, staring at Mohinder. "Do you really think Sylar will give you up that easily?"
"I-" he begins, unable to deny his comment.
"He broke the law," Peter continues. "He's harboring a slave-"
"I know."
"Do you?" He stresses, shaking his head. "Hiro's right. There's already a faction demanding repercussion for his actions."
"They know about me?" Mohinder gasps, his face paling slightly. "I thought-"
"No." Peter sighs. "Not yet- but, they do know about the Slave master that he killed." He states, raising a brow as he studies him. "You do remember that, I assume?"
Mohinder blinks, not once considering Sylar's actions that day. "Oh."
"He killed one of his own." He adds. "I honestly don't blame him, but the others won't see that- they want him out of office."
"Oh, god." Mohinder groans. "Hiro's future will be viable-"
"Yes."
"Sylar will see to reason," he muses, knowing deep down that he'll not give in easily.
"Are we speaking about the same man?" Peter chuckles and Mohinder simply glares in response. "I'm just saying, in his eyes, you're his. Unless-"
"Unless what?" Mohinder questions sharply.
"You'll have to deny him," he suggests. "Choose another. Give him a reason to hate you, to leave you."
"No." He breathes, shaking his head adamantly. "I don't think I can do that-"
"It's you're only choice," Peter snips. "You're being selfish- think of everyone you'll hurt. The world's counting on you."
"You want me to deny my heart!?" Mohinder shouts, glaring at Peter. "I can't simply turn off my feelings for him- I love him."
"Then we're all doomed."
Mohinder closes his eyes, not wanting to believe Peter's words, but deep down they ring bitterly true. "I can't."
"Do you trust me?" Peter suddenly questions and Mohinder frowns, reluctantly nodding his head. "Then I'll take care of it."
Mohinder stills, "What do you mean?"
Before Peter can reply, there's a slight distortion in the air before Sylar appears before them. "Ah, speak of the devil."
"Sylar," Mohinder begins, ignoring Peter's statement. "I must speak to you."
Sylar's eyes narrow as he glances between the two of them. "What's going on?" He grates, noting their increased heart rate and flushed faces.
Mohinder sighs, opening his mouth to answer him when his vocal cords suddenly seize up on him and he pauses. "I no longer have feelings for you," he finds himself saying, his heart skipping a beat as he glances at Peter. "I love another."
"What?" Sylar breathes as his gaze locks onto Mohinder's. "But-"
Mohinder can feel his heart break as the emotions flicker over Sylar's face. He wants to reach out to him, to hold him, to tell him it was a lie. But, he can't- he's being forced by another. His will is no longer his own. The heat that encases his mind grows stronger. "What we had was just lust- it doesn't mean anything to me."
Sylar's mouth drops, he tries to dispute the words, but finds he can't. Everything suddenly makes sense. He had wanted him to commit to him, but he refused just the night before. "Who?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Mohinder replies, his voice no longer his own. Like a marionette doll, his body is pushed and he reaches over, taking Peter's hand into his.
"No." Sylar exhales as he backs up, his heart ripping in half at the display. He tries in vain to deny it, but he can hear their calm heartbeats, their equal breathing- they're in sync.
"You should leave," Peter suddenly speaks up, smirking as he wraps his arms around Mohinder and he pulls him close.
Sylar stares, "This doesn't make any fucking sense."
Peter smiles as he leans over and kisses Mohinder softly, loving the taste of him on his lips. "It makes perfect sense." He states, easily slipping into Sylar's head, his emotions making him weak and unguarded. He persuades him to see the truth in their words.
The fight suddenly leaves Sylar and he nods, simply disappearing from their sight. Peter can't help but gloat, effectively breaking the hold on Mohinder.
"You fucking bastard." Mohinder curses as he pushes him away, angrily wiping his lips. "How could you?"
Peter smiles, shrugging his shoulders. "It worked."
"You have to take me to him-" Mohinder pleads, taking no heed to Peter's statement. "I have to- god, he must think I-"
"No." Peter grates. "This is for the betterment of mankind."
"But you can't-" he disagrees. "Not like this!" He glances toward the door and walks forward. "I'm going."
Peter simply nods and points to the door. "So leave."
Mohinder briefly stares at him, not quite expecting that reply. He opens the door and steps forward, immediately stopping in his tracks as he comes face to face with Nathan Petrelli. He gasps in shock, taking a step back as he glances over at Peter, everything shifting into perfect clarity. "You planned this," he accuses as he shakes his head.
"Well," Peter smirks. "Not exactly- but I couldn't have planned it better. Give Hiro my thanks."
"Hiro?" Nathan clips as he enters and shuts the door behind him. "He was here?"
Peter nods, smiling at his brother. "Apparently."
He quirks an eyebrow, chuckling lightly. "Ever the elusive hero," he comments as he glances around the room. "We'll have to add a few security cameras as well."
Mohinder pales, his heart racing as he fully contemplates his future. "The cabin's my new cell," he states dryly, not needing them to clarify.
"You didn't think we'd let you go," Nathan remarks. "There's no need to let your brilliant mind go to waste. You did so well developing the test when you thought you were free."
Mohinder's eyes widen and he shakes his head, unable to believe how much he's still a slave to the elite. "I won't-"
"Oh, you will," Nathan smirks. "You'll do as I say or Gabriel will be punished for your disobedience."
He stills, his heart aching at his love's name. "You can't-"
"Of course I can," he smiles. "I'm the president."
~
Seven
Author: icalynn
Fandom/Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar, one sided Peter/Mohinder,
Word Count: 1309
Rating: Teen
Summary: Peter helps Mohinder....
A/N: I've decided to post smaller updates throughout the week as long as I'm able. I would say Happy Mother's day.... but there's nothing really happy about this part. *gulps* And I'm totally nervous about posting this part! I hope everyone like it as much as my muse does. *g*
And many thanks to my beta, river_rat_grrl for putting up my with my crazy plot bunnies and for cheering me along! *hugs*
This is the next installment of the Enhanced AUverse, takes place immediately following the events of Enhanced.
Stories in the Enhanced AUverse:
Evolving, Fragments, Enhanced.
Previous parts:
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Mohinder paces the length of the room, unable to focus his thoughts on anything but Hiro's cryptic warning. He glances at his watch, wondering when Sylar will return, needing to speak to him, to tell him how much he loves him. "Sylar," he whispers, almost hoping that he'll hear him.
He pauses, the hair prickling at the back of his neck. "Hello?" Mohinder calls out, knowing that someone is near or rather, someone is watching him. He clenches his fist at his side, cursing as the feeling increases and he glances around the room. "Who's there?"
"You're good," Peter remarks as he suddenly manifests in front of him. "Most don't even realize I'm in the room."
"I've had practice." He grunts, crossing his arms over his chest. "And you felt the need to spy on me, because?"
He shrugs. "Bored."
Mohinder blanches, his lips thinning into a tight smile. "I'm glad to amuse you."
Peter sighs, shaking his head. "It's not that," he offers as he flashes him a bright smile. "I like being in your company."
He studies him briefly, dismissing his comment as infatuation and turns once more to his inner turmoil. "Fine," he sighs as he reflects once more on Hiro's words.
"Hiro was here?" Peter gasps and Mohinder stills, glaring at him. "Sorry, but you're projecting your thoughts."
"Stay out of my head." He snaps and immediately forces himself to think in his native language.
"Mohinder," he begins as he reaches out to him and Mohinder steps back, not wanting to be near him. "What's going on?"
"Nothing."
"Hiro warned you to break up with Sylar for the benefit of mankind," Peter rushes. "Doesn't sound like nothing to me."
"You're not a part of this," Mohinder grates. "Sylar and I-"
"Need to break up," he drawls, staring at Mohinder. "Do you really think Sylar will give you up that easily?"
"I-" he begins, unable to deny his comment.
"He broke the law," Peter continues. "He's harboring a slave-"
"I know."
"Do you?" He stresses, shaking his head. "Hiro's right. There's already a faction demanding repercussion for his actions."
"They know about me?" Mohinder gasps, his face paling slightly. "I thought-"
"No." Peter sighs. "Not yet- but, they do know about the Slave master that he killed." He states, raising a brow as he studies him. "You do remember that, I assume?"
Mohinder blinks, not once considering Sylar's actions that day. "Oh."
"He killed one of his own." He adds. "I honestly don't blame him, but the others won't see that- they want him out of office."
"Oh, god." Mohinder groans. "Hiro's future will be viable-"
"Yes."
"Sylar will see to reason," he muses, knowing deep down that he'll not give in easily.
"Are we speaking about the same man?" Peter chuckles and Mohinder simply glares in response. "I'm just saying, in his eyes, you're his. Unless-"
"Unless what?" Mohinder questions sharply.
"You'll have to deny him," he suggests. "Choose another. Give him a reason to hate you, to leave you."
"No." He breathes, shaking his head adamantly. "I don't think I can do that-"
"It's you're only choice," Peter snips. "You're being selfish- think of everyone you'll hurt. The world's counting on you."
"You want me to deny my heart!?" Mohinder shouts, glaring at Peter. "I can't simply turn off my feelings for him- I love him."
"Then we're all doomed."
Mohinder closes his eyes, not wanting to believe Peter's words, but deep down they ring bitterly true. "I can't."
"Do you trust me?" Peter suddenly questions and Mohinder frowns, reluctantly nodding his head. "Then I'll take care of it."
Mohinder stills, "What do you mean?"
Before Peter can reply, there's a slight distortion in the air before Sylar appears before them. "Ah, speak of the devil."
"Sylar," Mohinder begins, ignoring Peter's statement. "I must speak to you."
Sylar's eyes narrow as he glances between the two of them. "What's going on?" He grates, noting their increased heart rate and flushed faces.
Mohinder sighs, opening his mouth to answer him when his vocal cords suddenly seize up on him and he pauses. "I no longer have feelings for you," he finds himself saying, his heart skipping a beat as he glances at Peter. "I love another."
"What?" Sylar breathes as his gaze locks onto Mohinder's. "But-"
Mohinder can feel his heart break as the emotions flicker over Sylar's face. He wants to reach out to him, to hold him, to tell him it was a lie. But, he can't- he's being forced by another. His will is no longer his own. The heat that encases his mind grows stronger. "What we had was just lust- it doesn't mean anything to me."
Sylar's mouth drops, he tries to dispute the words, but finds he can't. Everything suddenly makes sense. He had wanted him to commit to him, but he refused just the night before. "Who?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Mohinder replies, his voice no longer his own. Like a marionette doll, his body is pushed and he reaches over, taking Peter's hand into his.
"No." Sylar exhales as he backs up, his heart ripping in half at the display. He tries in vain to deny it, but he can hear their calm heartbeats, their equal breathing- they're in sync.
"You should leave," Peter suddenly speaks up, smirking as he wraps his arms around Mohinder and he pulls him close.
Sylar stares, "This doesn't make any fucking sense."
Peter smiles as he leans over and kisses Mohinder softly, loving the taste of him on his lips. "It makes perfect sense." He states, easily slipping into Sylar's head, his emotions making him weak and unguarded. He persuades him to see the truth in their words.
The fight suddenly leaves Sylar and he nods, simply disappearing from their sight. Peter can't help but gloat, effectively breaking the hold on Mohinder.
"You fucking bastard." Mohinder curses as he pushes him away, angrily wiping his lips. "How could you?"
Peter smiles, shrugging his shoulders. "It worked."
"You have to take me to him-" Mohinder pleads, taking no heed to Peter's statement. "I have to- god, he must think I-"
"No." Peter grates. "This is for the betterment of mankind."
"But you can't-" he disagrees. "Not like this!" He glances toward the door and walks forward. "I'm going."
Peter simply nods and points to the door. "So leave."
Mohinder briefly stares at him, not quite expecting that reply. He opens the door and steps forward, immediately stopping in his tracks as he comes face to face with Nathan Petrelli. He gasps in shock, taking a step back as he glances over at Peter, everything shifting into perfect clarity. "You planned this," he accuses as he shakes his head.
"Well," Peter smirks. "Not exactly- but I couldn't have planned it better. Give Hiro my thanks."
"Hiro?" Nathan clips as he enters and shuts the door behind him. "He was here?"
Peter nods, smiling at his brother. "Apparently."
He quirks an eyebrow, chuckling lightly. "Ever the elusive hero," he comments as he glances around the room. "We'll have to add a few security cameras as well."
Mohinder pales, his heart racing as he fully contemplates his future. "The cabin's my new cell," he states dryly, not needing them to clarify.
"You didn't think we'd let you go," Nathan remarks. "There's no need to let your brilliant mind go to waste. You did so well developing the test when you thought you were free."
Mohinder's eyes widen and he shakes his head, unable to believe how much he's still a slave to the elite. "I won't-"
"Oh, you will," Nathan smirks. "You'll do as I say or Gabriel will be punished for your disobedience."
He stills, his heart aching at his love's name. "You can't-"
"Of course I can," he smiles. "I'm the president."
~
Seven