We Can Be Heroes, Just For One Day. (fic)
Title: We Can Be Heroes, Just For One Day.
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 663
Characters/Pairings: Sylar (mentions of can you figure it out)
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Kring can have it.
Spoilers/Time Line: up to Vol 3.1
Summery: Five Times Sylar was a hero
Author’s Notes: For Bella (cause she keeps prompting me!)
She was being sucked into the vortex and he had her. He had her and she held on to him even though he could feel that she didn't want to. That made him a little sad, but she wasn't letting go, because he was better then the alternative. That made him feel very good. And so she held his hand and glared up at him and he felt what he'd done to her. He felt her feelings, through the touch of their hands and he almost (wanted to) let go, but he knew, felt that he deserve just that little bit. He could take that from her. It was the least he could do.
*
He didn't mean for it to happen, at least not that way. But there they were, sitting in the lush grass (on top of a blanket of course) sharing a modest picnic ... together. He pushed her, very delicately, preparing himself. He could die from this, if his faith in her feelings for him was off by even a little, but still he pushed. He would die for her if he had to. If she didn't love him enough -Was it love? Oh it had to be- it would never work, none of it, beyond this moment. He had to know. And so she pushed her ... for the control.
He died for her.
He didn't feel like a hero when she gathered him in her arm, gratitude on her lips. He felt like a liar.
*
He crashed though the glass and fell.
Down, down, down he fell.
Peter was falling.
Their father was watching.
Their mother is in a coma and wanted Peter to live. He would listen to his mother. This time he would do as she asked. Make up for the past.
*
He wasn't Sylar anymore. Now he was just Gabriel and everything felt better, was better ... with her. Except not, they were being chased -correction- hunted, by a rabid father on a mission to protect his family, his child.
Gabriel needed to get the girl to safety. He needed to get her away from him. And in the storage area in the back of a grocery store he saw his chance.
The one regret he had -one out of the thousands- as he lay bleeding to death from the gash in his neck, was that she had to be there when it happened.
*
She didn't have a a good reason not too. She was alone, settled, unloved. Tonight was going to be the night. She would go through with it tonight. Her apartment was a mess, so she'd have to clean that up first. And then there was the matter of how it should be done. And maybe Tuesday wasn't the best day because she did have Wednesday night bible study. And then there was the matter of what she was considering doing was a sin. Not just a sin, but a Mortal Sin.
But if she thought of it more as a sacrifice
... blades were too messy, too cliche.
Ropes; unpleasant and then they'd have to cut you down and you might have made a mess of yourself if you hung there for too long. That was her main reason for not hanging herself. That and because it was a mortal sin, of course.
I know, she thought, poison. And she had had the thoughts many times before. It was the simplest way, easiest way, the cleanest way except --
"The Phone? Who could be calling me?"
"Gabriel, is that you?"
"Of course you can! It'll be so good to see you again!"
"Great, you'll be here soon?"
She wouldn't even have time to straighten up properly, but it didn't matter because her son was back home and he was coming for a visit ... maybe even to stay. And all her 'Mortal Sin' thoughts fell to the way side. Her little boy had returned.