Fic: Leaving
Title: Leaving
Author: starrdust411
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder
Rating: PG
Summary: Mohinder tries to leave without letting Sylar say goodbye. (Sequel to "Fathers" and "Babysitting")
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Warnings: Slash, AU, Mpreg, spoilers for season 3
Sylar felt his eyes narrow in annoyance when he spotted Peter and Mohinder chatting away in the middle of the airport. He couldn't believe that Mohinder had actually been planning to leave the country without telling him. It had been bad enough the first time, but they had a son now. Things were different now, at least, they should have been. Yet Mohinder was still behaving as if the two still had nothing to do with each other.
The reformed killer watched as the two men laughed naturally while Peter teased Mohinder about how many bags he'd packed.
"Go ahead and laugh," Mohinder chided as he fussed over Manu, who was currently strapped into his car seat and kicking his legs playfully. "In nine months, you won't find this so funny. It takes a lot to keep a baby healthy and happy."
Peter smiled reaching down to caress Manu's soft cheek with the tips of his fingers causing the infant to giggle happily. "Think I'll be able to handle it?"
"You'll do fine," Mohinder assured him.
Sylar cleared his throat loudly once he was within ear shot of the two men.
Mohinder turned and glared up at him as Peter tried his best to ignore Sylar's presence. "What are you doing here?" he snapped.
"I came to see Manu," he informed him.
"How did you even know my flight was today?"
Sylar smirked as he shifted his gaze over to Peter, who squirmed and did his best to hide himself from Mohinder.
The geneticist sighed, shaking his head in disappointment as he moved towards Sylar. "I want you to leave," he told him calmly.
"How could you leave without telling me?" Sylar seethed. He could practically feel his body tighten in anger as he gazed into Mohinder's cold eyes. "In the time you've been here, I've only seen you and Manu twice."
"Only because you snuck into my hotel room disguised as another person, I might add."
The reformed killer sneered at Mohinder's pointed comment. "I wouldn't have needed to do that if you'd just let me see him," he snapped. "You can't just come back after a year with no contact, tell me I have a son, and then take him away from me."
"I have a life I need to get back to," Mohinder reminded him. "I was only supposed to be here for a week, it's been four. My mother and Molly are waiting for us to return and I still have a job to get back to. You didn't honestly think that I was going to move back permanently, did you?"
Sylar glared at the smaller man who matched his gaze with a hardened look of his own. He wasn't foolish enough to believe that Mohinder was going to stay in the country forever just to be with him, but he had hoped that the Indian man would at least stay and talk with him about their situation. As far as Sylar was concerned, Manu had changed everything. He was a father now, and even if last week's attempt at babysitting had completely blown up in his face, he still wanted to make an effort to be with his son.
"I just want to be a part of Manu's life," he sighed. "I'm his father. I deserve to have a chance to be with him."
"No. You're not his father, I am. As far as I'm concerned you're just a sperm donor, and as such, you don't get any say in this situation."
The former killer clenched his teeth together as he grasped Mohinder roughly by his upper arm and began pulling him away from Peter and the baby. The last thing he needed was to have the young Petrelli listening in on their argument.
"I know why you're really doing this," Sylar hissed, making sure to keep his voice low. "You're doing this to hurt me. You could have just as easily sent me a letter telling me all about Manu and be done with it. Instead, you flew half way around the world just to throw the fact that I have a beautiful baby in my face and then just as quickly take him away. You're a vindictive bastard."
"And you're a monster," Mohinder snapped, pulling his arm out of Sylar's vice like grasp.
"I've changed," he reminded him. "You and I both know that."
"A reformed murderer is still a murderer."
Sylar groaned, rubbing his temples in irritation. Mohinder always knew just how to get under his skin. "I just want to be a father."
"Sylar," Mohinder started over, his voice gentle and patient, "you don't realize that this is the best arrangement for all of us. I can give Manu a family, stability, and a normal life. You're a Company agent and a former serial killer. You can't take care of him."
Sylar rolled his eyes at Mohinder's "logic." Did the geneticist really think he could just talk him out of seeing his own flesh and blood. "I'm not asking for full custody," he pointed out. "I'm just asking to be able to see him, to be more than just a stranger in his eyes. My biological father gave me away, sold me, to his own brother when I was a toddler. A few years later, my adopted father walked out on me. Don't you think our son deserves better than that?"
"I think he deserves better than to be raised by the man who murdered his grandfather."
A small smirk began to spread across Sylar's features at Mohinder's comment. He should have known that it would come back to that eventually. "So that's it. This is about Chandra. You won't let me be with my son, because you feel guilty that you slept with your father's killer."
"I do feel guilty for it," he admitted truthfully, "but I think it's rather obvious that I'm not the only one with 'daddy issues' here." Damn. "The only reason you want to be there for Manu is so just you can prove to yourself that you're better than your father figures were. You're just a sad little boy without a daddy, and since you can't find one, you want to become one."
Sylar was about to retort, but his words were cut off when a voice over the speaker system suddenly announced that the next flight to India would be boarding soon.
"That's my flight," Mohinder informed him evenly.
He nodded. A knot began to form in the pit of his stomach as Mohinder started to turn away from him. "Can I at least say goodbye to him?" he asked, stopping the geneticist in his tracks.
Mohinder's shoulders slumped in defeat as he gave the other man a short nod. He followed the Indian man back to where they had left Peter and the baby. Guilt was still written all over the younger man's features, but Sylar had a feeling that Mohinder had already forgiven his friend. He purposely ignored the two men as they exchanged their goodbyes, focusing his attention instead on the infant currently strapped to the car seat. Sylar bent down to unbuckle Manu from his restraints, not caring that Mohinder was probably glaring daggers at him. He deserved to hold his son one last time.
The former murderer smiled as he lifted his son into his arms and was instantly greeted by the familiar sound of choked sobs that occurred whenever he held Manu.
"That's okay," he whispered gently as the baby arched his back and squirmed wildly in his grasp, "go ahead and cry. I still think you're beautiful." He kissed the baby's hair and then his reddening cheeks, ignoring the tears that were streaming down his face. "I want you to be a good boy for your father. He's a stubborn fool, but he's still a good man. While you're gone, I'll try to be good too. If I'm good, maybe I'll get to see you again. I really want to see you again." Sylar clutched the infant's head to his chest, not caring that his shirt would soon become soaked with tears. He did his best to memorize Manu's sent, the feel of his hair, his soft skin, and the sound of his heart beat. "I love you. Papa loves you."
Another announcement suddenly played over the intercom, reminding passengers that their flight would be boarding soon. Sylar wasn't surprised to find Mohinder standing right next to him, waiting for the man to hand over his child. Reluctantly, he did just that, already missing the warm little body that had just been pressed against his heart.
"I won't be gone for good," Mohinder told him reluctantly, adjusting the squirming baby in his arms. The child was still upset, but he was starting to settle down now that he was in Mohinder's familiar arms. "Peter's baby is due in less than nine months. I'll be back in New York a month before it arrives."
Sylar frowned, shifting his weight awkwardly. "That's still eight months away," he reminded him sternly. "Manu will probably be able to walk and talk by then. He won't remember me at all."
Mohinder sighed wearily. "Well, if you can find some poor unfortunate soul who'd be willing to spend twenty-some-odd hours on a plane with you, you could always come visit us in India."
The ex-serial killer glanced over at Peter, who was currently turning several shades of green just from standing up for too long. Sylar could tell just from looking at the sickly young man that he would not be in any shape to travel until well after he gave birth. "I'm sure I'll find someone," he smirked turning his attention back to Mohinder, who was already placing a much calmer Manu back in his seat.
"Good," Mohinder sighed once he heard the final click from Manu's straps. "But you won't be staying with me when you do. It's out of the question." The Indian man sighed, before muttering under his breath; "Molly would have a fit."
Sylar felt his smirk turn into a sly smile as he took a step closer, wrapping his arm around Mohinder's waist and pressing the smaller man closer to him. "We'll work something out," Sylar promised.
With that said, he bent down and pressed a kiss to Mohinder's resisting lips. He wasn't surprised that Mohinder didn't respond to the action, not even when he ran his tongue across his tight lips, but he was pleased to find that Mohinder still tasted the same.
Part 3
Author: starrdust411
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder
Rating: PG
Summary: Mohinder tries to leave without letting Sylar say goodbye. (Sequel to "Fathers" and "Babysitting")
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Warnings: Slash, AU, Mpreg, spoilers for season 3
Sylar felt his eyes narrow in annoyance when he spotted Peter and Mohinder chatting away in the middle of the airport. He couldn't believe that Mohinder had actually been planning to leave the country without telling him. It had been bad enough the first time, but they had a son now. Things were different now, at least, they should have been. Yet Mohinder was still behaving as if the two still had nothing to do with each other.
The reformed killer watched as the two men laughed naturally while Peter teased Mohinder about how many bags he'd packed.
"Go ahead and laugh," Mohinder chided as he fussed over Manu, who was currently strapped into his car seat and kicking his legs playfully. "In nine months, you won't find this so funny. It takes a lot to keep a baby healthy and happy."
Peter smiled reaching down to caress Manu's soft cheek with the tips of his fingers causing the infant to giggle happily. "Think I'll be able to handle it?"
"You'll do fine," Mohinder assured him.
Sylar cleared his throat loudly once he was within ear shot of the two men.
Mohinder turned and glared up at him as Peter tried his best to ignore Sylar's presence. "What are you doing here?" he snapped.
"I came to see Manu," he informed him.
"How did you even know my flight was today?"
Sylar smirked as he shifted his gaze over to Peter, who squirmed and did his best to hide himself from Mohinder.
The geneticist sighed, shaking his head in disappointment as he moved towards Sylar. "I want you to leave," he told him calmly.
"How could you leave without telling me?" Sylar seethed. He could practically feel his body tighten in anger as he gazed into Mohinder's cold eyes. "In the time you've been here, I've only seen you and Manu twice."
"Only because you snuck into my hotel room disguised as another person, I might add."
The reformed killer sneered at Mohinder's pointed comment. "I wouldn't have needed to do that if you'd just let me see him," he snapped. "You can't just come back after a year with no contact, tell me I have a son, and then take him away from me."
"I have a life I need to get back to," Mohinder reminded him. "I was only supposed to be here for a week, it's been four. My mother and Molly are waiting for us to return and I still have a job to get back to. You didn't honestly think that I was going to move back permanently, did you?"
Sylar glared at the smaller man who matched his gaze with a hardened look of his own. He wasn't foolish enough to believe that Mohinder was going to stay in the country forever just to be with him, but he had hoped that the Indian man would at least stay and talk with him about their situation. As far as Sylar was concerned, Manu had changed everything. He was a father now, and even if last week's attempt at babysitting had completely blown up in his face, he still wanted to make an effort to be with his son.
"I just want to be a part of Manu's life," he sighed. "I'm his father. I deserve to have a chance to be with him."
"No. You're not his father, I am. As far as I'm concerned you're just a sperm donor, and as such, you don't get any say in this situation."
The former killer clenched his teeth together as he grasped Mohinder roughly by his upper arm and began pulling him away from Peter and the baby. The last thing he needed was to have the young Petrelli listening in on their argument.
"I know why you're really doing this," Sylar hissed, making sure to keep his voice low. "You're doing this to hurt me. You could have just as easily sent me a letter telling me all about Manu and be done with it. Instead, you flew half way around the world just to throw the fact that I have a beautiful baby in my face and then just as quickly take him away. You're a vindictive bastard."
"And you're a monster," Mohinder snapped, pulling his arm out of Sylar's vice like grasp.
"I've changed," he reminded him. "You and I both know that."
"A reformed murderer is still a murderer."
Sylar groaned, rubbing his temples in irritation. Mohinder always knew just how to get under his skin. "I just want to be a father."
"Sylar," Mohinder started over, his voice gentle and patient, "you don't realize that this is the best arrangement for all of us. I can give Manu a family, stability, and a normal life. You're a Company agent and a former serial killer. You can't take care of him."
Sylar rolled his eyes at Mohinder's "logic." Did the geneticist really think he could just talk him out of seeing his own flesh and blood. "I'm not asking for full custody," he pointed out. "I'm just asking to be able to see him, to be more than just a stranger in his eyes. My biological father gave me away, sold me, to his own brother when I was a toddler. A few years later, my adopted father walked out on me. Don't you think our son deserves better than that?"
"I think he deserves better than to be raised by the man who murdered his grandfather."
A small smirk began to spread across Sylar's features at Mohinder's comment. He should have known that it would come back to that eventually. "So that's it. This is about Chandra. You won't let me be with my son, because you feel guilty that you slept with your father's killer."
"I do feel guilty for it," he admitted truthfully, "but I think it's rather obvious that I'm not the only one with 'daddy issues' here." Damn. "The only reason you want to be there for Manu is so just you can prove to yourself that you're better than your father figures were. You're just a sad little boy without a daddy, and since you can't find one, you want to become one."
Sylar was about to retort, but his words were cut off when a voice over the speaker system suddenly announced that the next flight to India would be boarding soon.
"That's my flight," Mohinder informed him evenly.
He nodded. A knot began to form in the pit of his stomach as Mohinder started to turn away from him. "Can I at least say goodbye to him?" he asked, stopping the geneticist in his tracks.
Mohinder's shoulders slumped in defeat as he gave the other man a short nod. He followed the Indian man back to where they had left Peter and the baby. Guilt was still written all over the younger man's features, but Sylar had a feeling that Mohinder had already forgiven his friend. He purposely ignored the two men as they exchanged their goodbyes, focusing his attention instead on the infant currently strapped to the car seat. Sylar bent down to unbuckle Manu from his restraints, not caring that Mohinder was probably glaring daggers at him. He deserved to hold his son one last time.
The former murderer smiled as he lifted his son into his arms and was instantly greeted by the familiar sound of choked sobs that occurred whenever he held Manu.
"That's okay," he whispered gently as the baby arched his back and squirmed wildly in his grasp, "go ahead and cry. I still think you're beautiful." He kissed the baby's hair and then his reddening cheeks, ignoring the tears that were streaming down his face. "I want you to be a good boy for your father. He's a stubborn fool, but he's still a good man. While you're gone, I'll try to be good too. If I'm good, maybe I'll get to see you again. I really want to see you again." Sylar clutched the infant's head to his chest, not caring that his shirt would soon become soaked with tears. He did his best to memorize Manu's sent, the feel of his hair, his soft skin, and the sound of his heart beat. "I love you. Papa loves you."
Another announcement suddenly played over the intercom, reminding passengers that their flight would be boarding soon. Sylar wasn't surprised to find Mohinder standing right next to him, waiting for the man to hand over his child. Reluctantly, he did just that, already missing the warm little body that had just been pressed against his heart.
"I won't be gone for good," Mohinder told him reluctantly, adjusting the squirming baby in his arms. The child was still upset, but he was starting to settle down now that he was in Mohinder's familiar arms. "Peter's baby is due in less than nine months. I'll be back in New York a month before it arrives."
Sylar frowned, shifting his weight awkwardly. "That's still eight months away," he reminded him sternly. "Manu will probably be able to walk and talk by then. He won't remember me at all."
Mohinder sighed wearily. "Well, if you can find some poor unfortunate soul who'd be willing to spend twenty-some-odd hours on a plane with you, you could always come visit us in India."
The ex-serial killer glanced over at Peter, who was currently turning several shades of green just from standing up for too long. Sylar could tell just from looking at the sickly young man that he would not be in any shape to travel until well after he gave birth. "I'm sure I'll find someone," he smirked turning his attention back to Mohinder, who was already placing a much calmer Manu back in his seat.
"Good," Mohinder sighed once he heard the final click from Manu's straps. "But you won't be staying with me when you do. It's out of the question." The Indian man sighed, before muttering under his breath; "Molly would have a fit."
Sylar felt his smirk turn into a sly smile as he took a step closer, wrapping his arm around Mohinder's waist and pressing the smaller man closer to him. "We'll work something out," Sylar promised.
With that said, he bent down and pressed a kiss to Mohinder's resisting lips. He wasn't surprised that Mohinder didn't respond to the action, not even when he ran his tongue across his tight lips, but he was pleased to find that Mohinder still tasted the same.
Part 3