Heroes Fic: Elite (13/?)
Title: Elite (13/?)
Author: icalynn
Fandom/Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar, Nathan/Peter
Word Count: 2103
Rating: R
Summary: Nathan and Peter talk, Claire visits Mohinder
A/N: Happy Memorial Day!! This is my first Nathan/Peter scene, so I hope it's okay. *g* And as always many thanks to my beta, river_rat_grrl for inspiring my muse!! *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, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve
Nathan stands at the window, glancing over the vast estate, waiting for his brother to appear. "Peter," he states as he feels his physical presence and looks over his shoulder at him.
"Have you seen Gabriel?" Peter questions sharply as he crosses over to him. "He's not-"
"It's none of your concern," Nathan drawls and Peter stiffens slightly at his tone
"He's getting better," he sighs, shaking his head as he shifts back and forth on his heels. "He can't-"
"You're not to touch him," Nathan orders and Peter stills, eyes narrowing as he studies him.
"What?"
"You're not to touch him," the elder brother repeats, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Why should I-" Peter protests, visibly shaking with anger. "He got to you! I can't believe you'd take his side!"
"It's the least I could do," he grates as he reaches out and touches Peter's shoulder. "He healed Monty and Simon."
Peter's eyes widen, his mouth dropping in shock. "But how? I tried-"
Nathan shrugs, "He claims he used Linderman's powers-"
"And you think that'll last?" He questions sharply. "Look what happened to Heidi."
Nathan exhales sharply at her name and looks away from him. "His healing had no correlation to her death." He states firmly, not wanting to believe the possibility.
"That's bullshit," he growls. "He should've seen the defect and healed her. She died because of his neglect and now you've given your boys the same fate."
Nathan steels himself, staring ahead, not willing to listen to Peter's convoluted theories. "Don't do this," he finds himself whispering. "Don't take my hope away from me."
Peter pauses, face aghast at his brother's words. "No. Never." He exhales. "I'd do anything for you-" he adds as he leans into Nathan and wraps his arms around him.
"Then leave Gabriel alone," he orders, pressing a soft kiss to his brow. "For me."
Peter sighs, reluctantly nodding his head. "What of Mohinder?"
"I haven't decided," he mumbles as he runs his hand through his brother's hair. "The virus still threatens us," he states. "We need a cure."
Peter nods, titling his head up to him, brushing a tentative kiss to his parted lips. "Yes."
Nathan smiles, deepening the kiss as he takes hold of Peter. "Stay the night," he whispers against his lips, needing to keep his promise to Sylar.
"What promise?" Peter questions as he pulls away, staring up at his brother. "What did you promise him?"
"It's none of your concern," he drawls as he leans in and kisses him once more.
Peter growls, pushing him away. "Yes, it is." He grates as he feels the power swell and he has the sudden need to hurt him. He gasps, shaking his head, Sylar's words of warning haunting him. "Oh, god."
"Peter?" Nathan questions softly with concern, running his fingers though his hair.
The heat increases in his blood and he wants more, his eyes flash dangerously and Nathan takes a step back from him. "What did you promise him?" He bites.
Nathan stills, blinking at him. His lips thin as he refuses to reply, glaring with disapproval.
"Tell me!" Peter commands and Nathan whimpers slightly as the persuasion fills his every thought.
"A night with Mohinder," he replies having no control over his actions.
"You told him?" He gasps. "You did side with him- he's a murderer! He doesn't deserve-"
"He saved my boys," Nathan argues as he studies him. "You should be grateful, you should want to give them this."
"No." Peter hisses, shaking his head.
Nathan blinks. "I don't- don't know you anymore."
"Take that back!" He shouts. "Nathan- you're the only one. You have to-"
"No, Peter." He whispers. "You're not the brother I knew."
"Nathan," Peter gasps, suddenly feeling lost and exposed. Deep down he knows that his brother is right, and he doesn't know how to deny it. "Help me," He whimpers as he reaches out and Nathan responds wrapping his arms around him and holding him close.
~
"Mohinder?" Claire calls out, peeking into the lab. She freezes as she notes the broken lab tubes littering the floor. "Oh, no-" She gasps as she searches the immediate area and wanders back toward the bedrooms. "Mohinder?" She cries out, concerned for his welfare, wondering if Peter had found out that she had been visiting and took him away.
She skids to a halt outside of his bedroom, the door is wide open and she has a clear view of the small room. "Oh!" She squeaks, her eyes widening as she takes in the sleeping forms of Mohinder and Sylar. Her mouth drops open and she flushes at the sight. She can't help but stare at their exposed skin, Mohinder's dark limbs contrasting against Sylar's pale form- their limbs entwined in what one would consider a lover's embrace. "Oh, my." Claire gasps, unable to look away at the erotic view before her.
Unconsciously she takes a step forward, her eyes skimming over their bodies. Claire reprimands herself for looking and turns to leave when she suddenly feels short of breath, as if the air is being stolen away from her. She gasps, her throat closing in on itself. Her heart rate escalates in panic and her hand immediately goes to her neck, trying in vain to help herself breathe. She collapses to her knees, gazing over at the bed. "Gabriel," she manages to force out, knowing instinctively that it's his invisible hand on her neck. "No-"
"Claire?" He questions as the bonds are lifted and she takes in a lungful of oxygen. Her eyes flutter close as she takes in another cleansing breath, her body beginning to calm.
"Oh, god, I'm sorry-" Claire drawls as she glances up to see Sylar suddenly looming in front of her, dressed in a pair of slacks and a wife beater.
"What are you doing here?" He demands as he helps her up, anger and concern laced in his voice. "I could have-"
"I'm okay," she offers as he pulls her into the hallway, closing the door behind them while he drags her to the kitchen. "I shouldn't have peaked."
Sylar stares at her. "But, what are you doing here? I thought you were at the Petrelli mansion."
"Surprise?" She smiles and he shakes his head in disbelief. "The mansion is about a two hour drive from here- Unlike you, I don't have powers to just go anywhere I want with a single thought."
"And?" He prompts as he starts rummaging in the cabinets. "Where's the fucking coffee?"
"The cabinet above the coffee maker," Claire replies, only earning an irritated grunt from Sylar. "Right, um. I was just helping."
He raises a brow at her as he pulls the coffee beans from the cabinet and silently makes a pot of coffee. He turns back to her, leaning against the counter. "Helping?" He repeats and she nods. Sylar runs his hand through his hair, squeezing the back of his neck. "And you didn't once think that maybe, it would have been beneficial to help me instead?"
Claire gasps, eyes narrowing in anger. "Not that I could have!" She snaps. "It was better to disappear, if Peter knew his little stab at programming didn't take-"
"His what?" Sylar growls, his fists clenching at his sides as he physically aches to kill him.
"Gabriel," she urges and he focuses his gaze on her. "I'm fine." She smiles as she reaches over and squeezes his hand. "I think what's more important is the hot doctor in your bed." She teases lightly trying to change the subject.
"Mohinder," Sylar inhales as he glances toward the bedroom.
"Why didn't you ever tell me he was so hot under all those clothes?" She winks and Sylar flushes at the comment, remembering every detail of the Indian man's body vividly in his mind.
"You shouldn't be looking," he scoffs unable to hide the amusement in his voice and smiles. "He is, isn't he?"
"Yeah," she grins as they hear they bedroom door squeak open and he appears, wearing only a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. "God, he's so hot," she mumbles more to herself, unable to look away from him as he walks toward them.
"Is that coffee?" Mohinder purrs as he makes his way down the hall. "Smells fantastic!" He makes his way into the kitchen and offers them both a lazy smile. "Claire." He nods as he turns to Sylar and leans up for a kiss. "Sylar."
Claire squeaks in excitement at the rich kiss, her face flushing at the public display of affection. "Get a room," she teases and they reluctantly break apart.
"Morning," Mohinder exhales, wrapping an arm around Sylar's waist and leaning against him, his eyes fluttering close as Sylar runs his fingers down his back.
"Coffee?" Sylar offers and he nods. Sylar chuckles as he reaches over with his mind and fills a mug, adding milk and sugar before handing it over to Mohinder.
"Thanks," he smiles as he pulls away from Sylar to take the mug and leans against the counter as he takes a tentative sip. "You're early," he comments, glancing over at Claire.
She laughs. "I do believe you slept in, because normally you've already run a test or two in the lab by the time I come in. I assume you had a busy night?"
Mohinder blushes. "You could say that."
"No need to fill in her questionable mind," Sylar chuckles as he takes a sip of his coffee. "Do I even want to know what you two have been up to?"
"We're trying to find the cure to the virus." Claire replies with small nod of her head. "He's so close too."
"Not that Nathan needs it anymore," he adds and Mohinder's eyes widen.
"Is that so?" He muses. "Why wouldn't he want it anymore? That's the main reason I'm here."
Sylar shrugs, "Because I healed Simon and Monty last night."
Mohinder blinks in shock as Claire gapes at him.
"What do you mean you healed Simon and Monty?!" Claire gasps. "They weren't sick- they've been away at school."
"And when is the last time you saw them?" Sylar prompts.
"Last year," she sighs. "But Peter told me it was the first strain and that they were fine, not to worry." She whispers firmly, almost as if she's trying to convince herself of the facts. "Oh, my, they've been sick all this time?"
"Apparently," Sylar nods.
"How?" Mohinder questions as he studies him closely. "The virus is incurable."
Sylar shrugs once more. "I was able to reduce the virus load to a single strand and then heal the damage the virus caused to their bodies."
"Then they still have the virus," he states more firmly.
"No," he grates. "I took it out of them-"
"How?" Mohinder repeats, trying to wrap his mind around it all.
Sylar glares at him. "If you let me finish-"
"You act like this is nothing," Mohinder snips. "I've been working on this for years and then you stroll in and say you were able to heal them? That you were able to reduce it and what? The virus has to go somewhere?!"
"I have the fucking virus!" Sylar yells.
"No." Mohinder gasps, the color draining from his face at the very thought. His body suddenly feels numb and the mug of coffee he's holding drops to the floor.
The mug hovers in the air, inches away from crashing on the tiles. Sylar calls the mug to his hand and places it on the counter. "Mohinder?"
"You can't have the virus," He exhales, a hint of desperation in his voice.
"I'm fine," Sylar reassures him. "I've quarantined it off-"
"For now," Mohinder whispers. "But, how long can that last?" He questions. "There's no cure-"
"Yet." Claire pipes in. "If you took it out of Simon and Monty," she muses. "Can't you take it out of yourself?"
"I don't know," Sylar replies as he glances down at his hands. "I suppose in theory- it's in quarantine, it's virtually dead."
"Was the virus alive in your blood system?" Mohinder questions as he studies him closely.
Sylar shrugs. "Yeah."
"It's possible that your body might have produced the antibodies that I've been looking for." Mohinder muses as he runs his fingers down Sylar's arm. "I need a sample of your blood."
"If you wanted to poke me doctor," Sylar purrs. "All you needed to do was ask."
"Oh, ew," Claire groans. "I'm leaving you two to go play doctor."
Sylar and Mohinder share an amused glance, before Sylar leans in for a kiss. "I thought she'd never leave."
Fouteen
Author: icalynn
Fandom/Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar, Nathan/Peter
Word Count: 2103
Rating: R
Summary: Nathan and Peter talk, Claire visits Mohinder
A/N: Happy Memorial Day!! This is my first Nathan/Peter scene, so I hope it's okay. *g* And as always many thanks to my beta, river_rat_grrl for inspiring my muse!! *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, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve
Nathan stands at the window, glancing over the vast estate, waiting for his brother to appear. "Peter," he states as he feels his physical presence and looks over his shoulder at him.
"Have you seen Gabriel?" Peter questions sharply as he crosses over to him. "He's not-"
"It's none of your concern," Nathan drawls and Peter stiffens slightly at his tone
"He's getting better," he sighs, shaking his head as he shifts back and forth on his heels. "He can't-"
"You're not to touch him," Nathan orders and Peter stills, eyes narrowing as he studies him.
"What?"
"You're not to touch him," the elder brother repeats, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Why should I-" Peter protests, visibly shaking with anger. "He got to you! I can't believe you'd take his side!"
"It's the least I could do," he grates as he reaches out and touches Peter's shoulder. "He healed Monty and Simon."
Peter's eyes widen, his mouth dropping in shock. "But how? I tried-"
Nathan shrugs, "He claims he used Linderman's powers-"
"And you think that'll last?" He questions sharply. "Look what happened to Heidi."
Nathan exhales sharply at her name and looks away from him. "His healing had no correlation to her death." He states firmly, not wanting to believe the possibility.
"That's bullshit," he growls. "He should've seen the defect and healed her. She died because of his neglect and now you've given your boys the same fate."
Nathan steels himself, staring ahead, not willing to listen to Peter's convoluted theories. "Don't do this," he finds himself whispering. "Don't take my hope away from me."
Peter pauses, face aghast at his brother's words. "No. Never." He exhales. "I'd do anything for you-" he adds as he leans into Nathan and wraps his arms around him.
"Then leave Gabriel alone," he orders, pressing a soft kiss to his brow. "For me."
Peter sighs, reluctantly nodding his head. "What of Mohinder?"
"I haven't decided," he mumbles as he runs his hand through his brother's hair. "The virus still threatens us," he states. "We need a cure."
Peter nods, titling his head up to him, brushing a tentative kiss to his parted lips. "Yes."
Nathan smiles, deepening the kiss as he takes hold of Peter. "Stay the night," he whispers against his lips, needing to keep his promise to Sylar.
"What promise?" Peter questions as he pulls away, staring up at his brother. "What did you promise him?"
"It's none of your concern," he drawls as he leans in and kisses him once more.
Peter growls, pushing him away. "Yes, it is." He grates as he feels the power swell and he has the sudden need to hurt him. He gasps, shaking his head, Sylar's words of warning haunting him. "Oh, god."
"Peter?" Nathan questions softly with concern, running his fingers though his hair.
The heat increases in his blood and he wants more, his eyes flash dangerously and Nathan takes a step back from him. "What did you promise him?" He bites.
Nathan stills, blinking at him. His lips thin as he refuses to reply, glaring with disapproval.
"Tell me!" Peter commands and Nathan whimpers slightly as the persuasion fills his every thought.
"A night with Mohinder," he replies having no control over his actions.
"You told him?" He gasps. "You did side with him- he's a murderer! He doesn't deserve-"
"He saved my boys," Nathan argues as he studies him. "You should be grateful, you should want to give them this."
"No." Peter hisses, shaking his head.
Nathan blinks. "I don't- don't know you anymore."
"Take that back!" He shouts. "Nathan- you're the only one. You have to-"
"No, Peter." He whispers. "You're not the brother I knew."
"Nathan," Peter gasps, suddenly feeling lost and exposed. Deep down he knows that his brother is right, and he doesn't know how to deny it. "Help me," He whimpers as he reaches out and Nathan responds wrapping his arms around him and holding him close.
~
"Mohinder?" Claire calls out, peeking into the lab. She freezes as she notes the broken lab tubes littering the floor. "Oh, no-" She gasps as she searches the immediate area and wanders back toward the bedrooms. "Mohinder?" She cries out, concerned for his welfare, wondering if Peter had found out that she had been visiting and took him away.
She skids to a halt outside of his bedroom, the door is wide open and she has a clear view of the small room. "Oh!" She squeaks, her eyes widening as she takes in the sleeping forms of Mohinder and Sylar. Her mouth drops open and she flushes at the sight. She can't help but stare at their exposed skin, Mohinder's dark limbs contrasting against Sylar's pale form- their limbs entwined in what one would consider a lover's embrace. "Oh, my." Claire gasps, unable to look away at the erotic view before her.
Unconsciously she takes a step forward, her eyes skimming over their bodies. Claire reprimands herself for looking and turns to leave when she suddenly feels short of breath, as if the air is being stolen away from her. She gasps, her throat closing in on itself. Her heart rate escalates in panic and her hand immediately goes to her neck, trying in vain to help herself breathe. She collapses to her knees, gazing over at the bed. "Gabriel," she manages to force out, knowing instinctively that it's his invisible hand on her neck. "No-"
"Claire?" He questions as the bonds are lifted and she takes in a lungful of oxygen. Her eyes flutter close as she takes in another cleansing breath, her body beginning to calm.
"Oh, god, I'm sorry-" Claire drawls as she glances up to see Sylar suddenly looming in front of her, dressed in a pair of slacks and a wife beater.
"What are you doing here?" He demands as he helps her up, anger and concern laced in his voice. "I could have-"
"I'm okay," she offers as he pulls her into the hallway, closing the door behind them while he drags her to the kitchen. "I shouldn't have peaked."
Sylar stares at her. "But, what are you doing here? I thought you were at the Petrelli mansion."
"Surprise?" She smiles and he shakes his head in disbelief. "The mansion is about a two hour drive from here- Unlike you, I don't have powers to just go anywhere I want with a single thought."
"And?" He prompts as he starts rummaging in the cabinets. "Where's the fucking coffee?"
"The cabinet above the coffee maker," Claire replies, only earning an irritated grunt from Sylar. "Right, um. I was just helping."
He raises a brow at her as he pulls the coffee beans from the cabinet and silently makes a pot of coffee. He turns back to her, leaning against the counter. "Helping?" He repeats and she nods. Sylar runs his hand through his hair, squeezing the back of his neck. "And you didn't once think that maybe, it would have been beneficial to help me instead?"
Claire gasps, eyes narrowing in anger. "Not that I could have!" She snaps. "It was better to disappear, if Peter knew his little stab at programming didn't take-"
"His what?" Sylar growls, his fists clenching at his sides as he physically aches to kill him.
"Gabriel," she urges and he focuses his gaze on her. "I'm fine." She smiles as she reaches over and squeezes his hand. "I think what's more important is the hot doctor in your bed." She teases lightly trying to change the subject.
"Mohinder," Sylar inhales as he glances toward the bedroom.
"Why didn't you ever tell me he was so hot under all those clothes?" She winks and Sylar flushes at the comment, remembering every detail of the Indian man's body vividly in his mind.
"You shouldn't be looking," he scoffs unable to hide the amusement in his voice and smiles. "He is, isn't he?"
"Yeah," she grins as they hear they bedroom door squeak open and he appears, wearing only a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. "God, he's so hot," she mumbles more to herself, unable to look away from him as he walks toward them.
"Is that coffee?" Mohinder purrs as he makes his way down the hall. "Smells fantastic!" He makes his way into the kitchen and offers them both a lazy smile. "Claire." He nods as he turns to Sylar and leans up for a kiss. "Sylar."
Claire squeaks in excitement at the rich kiss, her face flushing at the public display of affection. "Get a room," she teases and they reluctantly break apart.
"Morning," Mohinder exhales, wrapping an arm around Sylar's waist and leaning against him, his eyes fluttering close as Sylar runs his fingers down his back.
"Coffee?" Sylar offers and he nods. Sylar chuckles as he reaches over with his mind and fills a mug, adding milk and sugar before handing it over to Mohinder.
"Thanks," he smiles as he pulls away from Sylar to take the mug and leans against the counter as he takes a tentative sip. "You're early," he comments, glancing over at Claire.
She laughs. "I do believe you slept in, because normally you've already run a test or two in the lab by the time I come in. I assume you had a busy night?"
Mohinder blushes. "You could say that."
"No need to fill in her questionable mind," Sylar chuckles as he takes a sip of his coffee. "Do I even want to know what you two have been up to?"
"We're trying to find the cure to the virus." Claire replies with small nod of her head. "He's so close too."
"Not that Nathan needs it anymore," he adds and Mohinder's eyes widen.
"Is that so?" He muses. "Why wouldn't he want it anymore? That's the main reason I'm here."
Sylar shrugs, "Because I healed Simon and Monty last night."
Mohinder blinks in shock as Claire gapes at him.
"What do you mean you healed Simon and Monty?!" Claire gasps. "They weren't sick- they've been away at school."
"And when is the last time you saw them?" Sylar prompts.
"Last year," she sighs. "But Peter told me it was the first strain and that they were fine, not to worry." She whispers firmly, almost as if she's trying to convince herself of the facts. "Oh, my, they've been sick all this time?"
"Apparently," Sylar nods.
"How?" Mohinder questions as he studies him closely. "The virus is incurable."
Sylar shrugs once more. "I was able to reduce the virus load to a single strand and then heal the damage the virus caused to their bodies."
"Then they still have the virus," he states more firmly.
"No," he grates. "I took it out of them-"
"How?" Mohinder repeats, trying to wrap his mind around it all.
Sylar glares at him. "If you let me finish-"
"You act like this is nothing," Mohinder snips. "I've been working on this for years and then you stroll in and say you were able to heal them? That you were able to reduce it and what? The virus has to go somewhere?!"
"I have the fucking virus!" Sylar yells.
"No." Mohinder gasps, the color draining from his face at the very thought. His body suddenly feels numb and the mug of coffee he's holding drops to the floor.
The mug hovers in the air, inches away from crashing on the tiles. Sylar calls the mug to his hand and places it on the counter. "Mohinder?"
"You can't have the virus," He exhales, a hint of desperation in his voice.
"I'm fine," Sylar reassures him. "I've quarantined it off-"
"For now," Mohinder whispers. "But, how long can that last?" He questions. "There's no cure-"
"Yet." Claire pipes in. "If you took it out of Simon and Monty," she muses. "Can't you take it out of yourself?"
"I don't know," Sylar replies as he glances down at his hands. "I suppose in theory- it's in quarantine, it's virtually dead."
"Was the virus alive in your blood system?" Mohinder questions as he studies him closely.
Sylar shrugs. "Yeah."
"It's possible that your body might have produced the antibodies that I've been looking for." Mohinder muses as he runs his fingers down Sylar's arm. "I need a sample of your blood."
"If you wanted to poke me doctor," Sylar purrs. "All you needed to do was ask."
"Oh, ew," Claire groans. "I'm leaving you two to go play doctor."
Sylar and Mohinder share an amused glance, before Sylar leans in for a kiss. "I thought she'd never leave."
Fouteen