Communication Breakdown (fic)
Author: Razycrandomgirl
Title: Communication Breakdown
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R
Word Count: 554
Characters/Pairings: HRG, Sylar
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Kring can have it.
Spoilers/Time Line: Vol3 'One of Us, One o Them''
Summery: Sylar doesn't know when to quit
Author’s Notes: For Bella who wanted HRG,Gabriel partner fic. :D Hope you like
Prompts: Heroes15 #14 "Rage"
His first mission didn't work out as well as they all hoped it would. He killed again, but they had to know that this was a process and a tiger can't change its stripes overnight ... or some shit like that.
Today was a new day. Which meant new a mission, with his precarious new partner, Noah Bennet. Noah was one of them; or Gabriel was - he didn't really know, which was what, it was all very confusing. But he did know that he had a lot to learn, and who better to learn from than the man who actually capture him ... with the help of too specials. But still that was kinda admirable.
"So what are we doing this time, boss man?" Gabriel quarried
"You are going to sit back, shut the fuck up and not bother me while I'm driving."
Sylar bristled, mouth falling opened in an indignant unflattering expression. He was just trying to make conversation.
"What did I-" he started
"That does not sound like 'Shutting the fuck' up to me Gray."
"Look, I'm doing this to prove myself to my family, you know this. You don't have to rain on my parade just because-
"God, I miss The Haitian. Even Claude didn't talk as much as you do."
Sylar blushed and settled down into his seat. His knees bunched up beneath him hitting the glove compartment. He pouted for a little while then occupied himself with banging his knee against the car door. Noah gave Sylar a sideways glance as he drove onward. Sylar continued to bang away pretending not to notice his partner's death stare.
"You keep that up and I'm going to remove your head from you shoulders and place it on my mantle."
"I think I'd like that. Then I could always watch over your family. How are they by the way?"
"Dangerous territory, Gray."
"It's Petrelli now. You know that. You also know I'm no stranger to 'dangerous territory'." Noah was talking to him now. All Sylar had to do was antagonize him a little and the flood gates would swing opened. He reached for the radio dial.
"Do you have a death wish?" Noah asked, Sylar smiled. Noah turned off the car and unbuckled his seat belt. They rested in front of a decrepit, looming house. Sylar unbuckled his seat belt but made no other move after.
"It doesn't matter now that I can't die." He narrowed his eyes, a smile pulling at his lips. don't
Before Sylar had anytime to react there was a flash of deafening sound and his jaw disintegrated beneath the nose.
"FUCK ME!" He tried to say even though his mouth was pretty much destroyed.
"Oh you can die. I know it, you know, it we all know. It's just that its not really in the cards for you just yet, but until that time-" He flipped the safety back on to his gun "I think I can settle for shooting you in the face whenever you feel the urge to bring up my family. So unless you like the sensation of growing back your body parts, I'd recommend that you keep on shutting the fuck up."
Noah opened his door and stepped out as Sylar's face had regenerated enough for him to form a seriously pitiful frown.