Heroes fic: Elite (15/?)
Title: Elite (15/?)
Author: icalynn
Fandom/Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar, Peter/Mohinder
Word Count: 1809
Rating: R
Summary: Sylar takes Peter's powers away
A/N: And as always many thanks to my beta, river_rat_grrl for inspiring my muse to keep talking!! *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, Thirteen, Fourteen
Mohinder paces, forcing himself to think of mundane things, knowing that any second Peter will show. He glances over at Sylar and the Haitian speaking softly in the corner of the room and he can't help but wonder if they're doing the right thing.
His breathing hitches as he recalls the last time he saw Peter and he knows that they don't have any other choice. "Mohinder?" Sylar calls to him and he turns to him, forcing a smile to his face.
"What if this doesn't work?" He questions as Sylar crosses over to him. "What if-"
"Shh-" he hushes as he kisses him softly. "Stop thinking like a scientist, doctor."
Mohinder huffs, shaking his head wearily, "Hard to do."
"Everything's in place-" Sylar states, his voice trailing off as a he feels a surge of energy in the air. "He's near," he states as he pulls sharply away from Mohinder. He concentrates, quickly forming an illusion for Peter as he appears before them.
"Where is he?" Peter demands as he glances around the empty room before settling his gaze on Mohinder. "Tell me where he is!"
Mohinder stiffens, standing guard for a possible attack. "Peter."
"Don't." He snorts as he turns around sharply, looking directly at Sylar as he appears. "You."
"Petrelli." He drawls as he raises his hands toward Peter. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." Sylar begins, flashing him a smile. "I prefer the hard way myself."
Peter just huffs, glaring at him as he raises his hand to strike at him, but finds he can't. His eyes widen and he gasps. "What did you do?!"
"Nothing," Sylar purrs as he nears him and he freezes him to his spot, before forcing him to take a seat.
"Stop this!" Peter grates, fighting the hold as he looks up toward Mohinder for help. "Don't let him do this." He pleads and Mohinder simply takes a step back.
"Peter, Peter, Peter." He sighs. "You should've played nice."
"No!" Peter cries out as Sylar reaches out with his mind and skirts invisible fingers over his neck.
"Go to sleep," he states firmly as he pinches his carotid artery just long enough for him to pass out. Peter's eyes flutter close and he slumps on the couch. "Here goes nothing," Sylar states as he glances at the concerned faces around him, Claire, Mohinder, and the Haitian.
"Go slowly," Mohinder whispers as he nears, placing his hand on Sylar's shoulder.
Sylar nods, leaning heavily into Mohinder's touch, taking the support he needs before he delves into Peter's mind. Using a combination of Linderman's healing power and his own, he is able to simply touch Peter's head and instantly submerge himself into the inner working of his brain. Sylar sucks in a quick breath as his questing touch grazes over each imbedded power.
He pauses, the abundance of abilities calling to him to take them as his own. Sylar denies the pure need and with great reluctance begins to remove the powers in Peter's arsenal.
"Sylar?" Mohinder questions after a short pause, squeezing his shoulder.
"I've just removed all the duplicate powers," he whispers in response, quickly dissolving the source of another power. "You were right," he adds as he glances over at Mohinder. "The mass of extra cells, they've started to fracture his mind."
Mohinder nods. "Will he be okay?"
Sylar shrugs as he closes his eyes once more and he continues to scan the brain, searching for the source of a few key abilities. He finds and removes the Haitian's abilities, Eden's powers of persuasion, Parkman's telepathic powers, and his own from Peter's mind. He momentarily hovers over the source of Claire's power, but he leaves it intact. Sylar takes a deep breath as he finds Peter's original power and removes it, wanting more than ever to keep all of them for himself.
"Sylar," Mohinder prompts after a moment. Sylar looks to him, nodding as he pulls his hand away. He gives Peter a once over, before he turns away from him.
"It's done." He states with finality as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"Will he be okay?" Claire questions softly, repeating Mohinder's earlier inquiry.
"In theory," Sylar replies as he turns back to them. "Wake him up and see."
Claire worries her lower lip as she looks between Mohinder and Sylar. She nods and sits down beside him. "Peter?" She begins as she runs her hand over his shoulder, urging him awake. "Peter!" He remains unresponsive and Claire looks to Sylar. "Gabriel?"
Sylar rolls his eyes in annoyance as he raises his hand and shoots him with a tiny burst of blue electricity. "Wake up."
Peter jumps, hand rushing to his chest as he blinks at the group before him. "What the-"
"Oh, Peter!" Claire gasps. She wraps her arms around him and hugs him.
"What's going on?" Peter questions as he returns the hug, studying her before he looks up at Sylar. "What did you do to me?"
"What needed to be done," Mohinder replies, watching him closely. "You gave us no choice."
Peter gasps as he suddenly feels his powers return and he quickly realizes that not all of his powers are readily available as they were before. "You took my powers?" He questions with an air of disbelief as he glares at Sylar. "How-"
"You shouldn't have fucked with my head," Sylar growls in response, their gazes lock and for a second he thinks there is something else there.
"Like you'd stick with reasoning," Peter huffs as he looks down at his hands a wry smile curving at his lips for a second before he turns to Mohinder. "You know we had to do this! There was no other way."
"Do what?" Sylar groans as he glances between the two, Mohinder shakes his head no as Peter ignores his question.
Peter flounders, tears in his eyes. "What about Hiro's warning of the future? Mohinder, you can't deny that- I just wanted. God."
Sylar's eyes widen and he turns sharply to Mohinder. "What is he talking about, what warning?"
Mohinder pauses, worrying his lips. "Hiro spoke to me a week ago today-"
"You can't be together! The future depends on you being the president." Peter continues rushing his words. "Don't you see? I was trying to- I wanted to-"
"Quiet," he grates toward Peter and then looks to Mohinder. "Explain."
The doctor sighs, pursing his lips together momentarily as he tries to find the words. "Hiro claimed that due to your relationship with me you lost the Vice Presidency and the government crumbled. He wanted to go to the past and prevent me from even escaping, to take away years of our lives-" He exhales sharply. "I couldn't let him do that, I asked him for the time to figure out what to do without changing the past."
Sylar frowns, heart aching at his words. "It can't be true."
"I saw it," Peter adds softly. "It's true, all of it."
"Let me guess," Sylar drawls. "You went to the future and saw for yourself." His eyes narrow as he glares at him. "And you did this before or after you tried to force Mohinder into your bed?"
Peter sucks in a quick breath and glances away from them, "That wasn't me."
Sylar studies him, "You don't think I'd be stupid enough to believe that?"
"Enough." The Haitian states and all eyes turn to him. "I have done what you have asked of me," he begins as he takes a step forward. "Now I have other business to attend to."
Sylar nods as he glances between the others. "Mohinder?"
"We'll be fine," he states as he turns to the Haitian. "Thank you for your help."
"It was for the greater good," he smiles and looks to Sylar. "We should go."
Sylar sighs, glaring once more at Peter before he reaches over and touches the Haitian's shoulder, teleporting them back to Paris.
~
Peter turns to Claire, offering her a small smile. "You should go home," he states softly. "Nathan needs you."
"Yeah, right." She snorts, crossing her arms over her chest in an almost defensive manner. "He probably hasn't even notice I've been gone."
"No?" He smiles. "Monty and Simon do."
Claire's eyes light up, momentarily forgetting about what her younger siblings have gone through. "Oh."
"I thought you were at the-" his voice trails off, his eyes widening in realization. "Ah."
"It's okay," Mohinder offers and Claire smiles, getting up from her seat.
"It's been fun," she grins. "And I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon. But, next time I'll have Gabriel bring me."
"Of course," he nods. She quickly offers both of them a hug, before she runs out the door.
There is a lengthy silence and Mohinder moves toward the kitchen, needing to do something. "Would you care for something to drink?"
"No." Peter clips and Mohinder freezes in his spot. "Was this your idea?" He questions harshly, suddenly standing before him.
"Actually," he begins as he glances toward the door. "It was Claire's."
Peter's eyes widen and he turns away, "The Haitian?"
"That was Sylar's," Mohinder replies as he studies Peter's stiff movements.
"And what do you plan to do about Hiro's warning?" He grates as he turns to him.
"We'll figure something out," he states quickly as he feels his body no longer responding to his command and he glares at Peter. "Don't."
He grumbles to himself, letting the hold go as he begins to pace. "This was wrong, this wasn't supposed to happen-" he rants, his voice trailing off as Sylar appears before them.
Sylar glances around the room, "Where's Claire?"
"She's going home," Peter drawls as he crosses over to him. "And so am I."
Before Sylar can stop him he disappears into the night's air and he turns to Mohinder. "That went well."
"We're all alive," Mohinder offers as he forces a small smile to his face. "He still feels a little off."
Sylar snorts, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him softly. "It's Peter," he chuckles, pushing back his lingering thoughts that there's something more.
"I suppose," he sighs as he relaxes into his lover's embrace. "What are we to do about Hiro's warning?"
"You'll stay here," Sylar whispers, his brow creasing in concentration. "And I'll come to you in the night- no one outside of the Petrelli's need to know that we're together."
Mohinder groans, shaking his head. "What if it's not enough?"
"It has to be," he states harshly. "There's no other way."
The doctor nods, leaning up and kissing him softly before pulling away. "You should go check on things- make sure everything is okay."
Sylar sighs, unable to argue against his request. "I'll be back."
"Counting on it," Mohinder smiles, kissing him deeply before letting him go.
Sixteen
Author: icalynn
Fandom/Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar, Peter/Mohinder
Word Count: 1809
Rating: R
Summary: Sylar takes Peter's powers away
A/N: And as always many thanks to my beta, river_rat_grrl for inspiring my muse to keep talking!! *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, Thirteen, Fourteen
Mohinder paces, forcing himself to think of mundane things, knowing that any second Peter will show. He glances over at Sylar and the Haitian speaking softly in the corner of the room and he can't help but wonder if they're doing the right thing.
His breathing hitches as he recalls the last time he saw Peter and he knows that they don't have any other choice. "Mohinder?" Sylar calls to him and he turns to him, forcing a smile to his face.
"What if this doesn't work?" He questions as Sylar crosses over to him. "What if-"
"Shh-" he hushes as he kisses him softly. "Stop thinking like a scientist, doctor."
Mohinder huffs, shaking his head wearily, "Hard to do."
"Everything's in place-" Sylar states, his voice trailing off as a he feels a surge of energy in the air. "He's near," he states as he pulls sharply away from Mohinder. He concentrates, quickly forming an illusion for Peter as he appears before them.
"Where is he?" Peter demands as he glances around the empty room before settling his gaze on Mohinder. "Tell me where he is!"
Mohinder stiffens, standing guard for a possible attack. "Peter."
"Don't." He snorts as he turns around sharply, looking directly at Sylar as he appears. "You."
"Petrelli." He drawls as he raises his hands toward Peter. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." Sylar begins, flashing him a smile. "I prefer the hard way myself."
Peter just huffs, glaring at him as he raises his hand to strike at him, but finds he can't. His eyes widen and he gasps. "What did you do?!"
"Nothing," Sylar purrs as he nears him and he freezes him to his spot, before forcing him to take a seat.
"Stop this!" Peter grates, fighting the hold as he looks up toward Mohinder for help. "Don't let him do this." He pleads and Mohinder simply takes a step back.
"Peter, Peter, Peter." He sighs. "You should've played nice."
"No!" Peter cries out as Sylar reaches out with his mind and skirts invisible fingers over his neck.
"Go to sleep," he states firmly as he pinches his carotid artery just long enough for him to pass out. Peter's eyes flutter close and he slumps on the couch. "Here goes nothing," Sylar states as he glances at the concerned faces around him, Claire, Mohinder, and the Haitian.
"Go slowly," Mohinder whispers as he nears, placing his hand on Sylar's shoulder.
Sylar nods, leaning heavily into Mohinder's touch, taking the support he needs before he delves into Peter's mind. Using a combination of Linderman's healing power and his own, he is able to simply touch Peter's head and instantly submerge himself into the inner working of his brain. Sylar sucks in a quick breath as his questing touch grazes over each imbedded power.
He pauses, the abundance of abilities calling to him to take them as his own. Sylar denies the pure need and with great reluctance begins to remove the powers in Peter's arsenal.
"Sylar?" Mohinder questions after a short pause, squeezing his shoulder.
"I've just removed all the duplicate powers," he whispers in response, quickly dissolving the source of another power. "You were right," he adds as he glances over at Mohinder. "The mass of extra cells, they've started to fracture his mind."
Mohinder nods. "Will he be okay?"
Sylar shrugs as he closes his eyes once more and he continues to scan the brain, searching for the source of a few key abilities. He finds and removes the Haitian's abilities, Eden's powers of persuasion, Parkman's telepathic powers, and his own from Peter's mind. He momentarily hovers over the source of Claire's power, but he leaves it intact. Sylar takes a deep breath as he finds Peter's original power and removes it, wanting more than ever to keep all of them for himself.
"Sylar," Mohinder prompts after a moment. Sylar looks to him, nodding as he pulls his hand away. He gives Peter a once over, before he turns away from him.
"It's done." He states with finality as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"Will he be okay?" Claire questions softly, repeating Mohinder's earlier inquiry.
"In theory," Sylar replies as he turns back to them. "Wake him up and see."
Claire worries her lower lip as she looks between Mohinder and Sylar. She nods and sits down beside him. "Peter?" She begins as she runs her hand over his shoulder, urging him awake. "Peter!" He remains unresponsive and Claire looks to Sylar. "Gabriel?"
Sylar rolls his eyes in annoyance as he raises his hand and shoots him with a tiny burst of blue electricity. "Wake up."
Peter jumps, hand rushing to his chest as he blinks at the group before him. "What the-"
"Oh, Peter!" Claire gasps. She wraps her arms around him and hugs him.
"What's going on?" Peter questions as he returns the hug, studying her before he looks up at Sylar. "What did you do to me?"
"What needed to be done," Mohinder replies, watching him closely. "You gave us no choice."
Peter gasps as he suddenly feels his powers return and he quickly realizes that not all of his powers are readily available as they were before. "You took my powers?" He questions with an air of disbelief as he glares at Sylar. "How-"
"You shouldn't have fucked with my head," Sylar growls in response, their gazes lock and for a second he thinks there is something else there.
"Like you'd stick with reasoning," Peter huffs as he looks down at his hands a wry smile curving at his lips for a second before he turns to Mohinder. "You know we had to do this! There was no other way."
"Do what?" Sylar groans as he glances between the two, Mohinder shakes his head no as Peter ignores his question.
Peter flounders, tears in his eyes. "What about Hiro's warning of the future? Mohinder, you can't deny that- I just wanted. God."
Sylar's eyes widen and he turns sharply to Mohinder. "What is he talking about, what warning?"
Mohinder pauses, worrying his lips. "Hiro spoke to me a week ago today-"
"You can't be together! The future depends on you being the president." Peter continues rushing his words. "Don't you see? I was trying to- I wanted to-"
"Quiet," he grates toward Peter and then looks to Mohinder. "Explain."
The doctor sighs, pursing his lips together momentarily as he tries to find the words. "Hiro claimed that due to your relationship with me you lost the Vice Presidency and the government crumbled. He wanted to go to the past and prevent me from even escaping, to take away years of our lives-" He exhales sharply. "I couldn't let him do that, I asked him for the time to figure out what to do without changing the past."
Sylar frowns, heart aching at his words. "It can't be true."
"I saw it," Peter adds softly. "It's true, all of it."
"Let me guess," Sylar drawls. "You went to the future and saw for yourself." His eyes narrow as he glares at him. "And you did this before or after you tried to force Mohinder into your bed?"
Peter sucks in a quick breath and glances away from them, "That wasn't me."
Sylar studies him, "You don't think I'd be stupid enough to believe that?"
"Enough." The Haitian states and all eyes turn to him. "I have done what you have asked of me," he begins as he takes a step forward. "Now I have other business to attend to."
Sylar nods as he glances between the others. "Mohinder?"
"We'll be fine," he states as he turns to the Haitian. "Thank you for your help."
"It was for the greater good," he smiles and looks to Sylar. "We should go."
Sylar sighs, glaring once more at Peter before he reaches over and touches the Haitian's shoulder, teleporting them back to Paris.
~
Peter turns to Claire, offering her a small smile. "You should go home," he states softly. "Nathan needs you."
"Yeah, right." She snorts, crossing her arms over her chest in an almost defensive manner. "He probably hasn't even notice I've been gone."
"No?" He smiles. "Monty and Simon do."
Claire's eyes light up, momentarily forgetting about what her younger siblings have gone through. "Oh."
"I thought you were at the-" his voice trails off, his eyes widening in realization. "Ah."
"It's okay," Mohinder offers and Claire smiles, getting up from her seat.
"It's been fun," she grins. "And I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon. But, next time I'll have Gabriel bring me."
"Of course," he nods. She quickly offers both of them a hug, before she runs out the door.
There is a lengthy silence and Mohinder moves toward the kitchen, needing to do something. "Would you care for something to drink?"
"No." Peter clips and Mohinder freezes in his spot. "Was this your idea?" He questions harshly, suddenly standing before him.
"Actually," he begins as he glances toward the door. "It was Claire's."
Peter's eyes widen and he turns away, "The Haitian?"
"That was Sylar's," Mohinder replies as he studies Peter's stiff movements.
"And what do you plan to do about Hiro's warning?" He grates as he turns to him.
"We'll figure something out," he states quickly as he feels his body no longer responding to his command and he glares at Peter. "Don't."
He grumbles to himself, letting the hold go as he begins to pace. "This was wrong, this wasn't supposed to happen-" he rants, his voice trailing off as Sylar appears before them.
Sylar glances around the room, "Where's Claire?"
"She's going home," Peter drawls as he crosses over to him. "And so am I."
Before Sylar can stop him he disappears into the night's air and he turns to Mohinder. "That went well."
"We're all alive," Mohinder offers as he forces a small smile to his face. "He still feels a little off."
Sylar snorts, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him softly. "It's Peter," he chuckles, pushing back his lingering thoughts that there's something more.
"I suppose," he sighs as he relaxes into his lover's embrace. "What are we to do about Hiro's warning?"
"You'll stay here," Sylar whispers, his brow creasing in concentration. "And I'll come to you in the night- no one outside of the Petrelli's need to know that we're together."
Mohinder groans, shaking his head. "What if it's not enough?"
"It has to be," he states harshly. "There's no other way."
The doctor nods, leaning up and kissing him softly before pulling away. "You should go check on things- make sure everything is okay."
Sylar sighs, unable to argue against his request. "I'll be back."
"Counting on it," Mohinder smiles, kissing him deeply before letting him go.
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