You Wake Up in Someone Else's Body - Sylar and Parkman Fic
Character: Sylar and Matt Parkman
Genre: gen
Author: sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 860
Rating: PG
Prompts: Meme #15 You wake up in someone else's body for a_muse_meme
Notes: Sometime between Season 3 end and Season 4's start.
There was a baby crying. I wanted to pound on the wall to tell the neighbors to keep it down, to shut up their damn kid, but I was too tired. My arms felt like they weighed a couple of hundred pounds, and I couldn’t seem to do more than open my eyes. It was dark. The sheets smelled like vanilla, which confused me. Motels don’t use fabric softener. Those beds smell like bleach if they’re clean enough for me to stay there.
“It’s your turn to get up,” a woman’s voice said from the shadows. I blinked seeing the hump of a shoulder in the darkness and a curl of long brown hair on the neighboring pillow. What the fuck? I opened my mouth to as what was going on when the baby let out another scream of hunger and/or anger. How the hell would I know which it was? The woman rolled over, but there wasn’t enough light for me to see her face. I wasn’t sure that I’d know her to begin with. Then she pushed my shoulder with her hand, and I saw a diamond ring on her finger. “Fine I’ll do it, but you’ll owe me. Obviously you’re not getting up.”
She climbed out of the bed without turning on the lights. I watched her silhouette cross in front of the window, but there was no recognition. She knew me, but I didn’t know her.
***
My heart was hammering in my chest. It hurt, and I was gasping for breath. Sweat was running into my eyes, and my legs hurt from running. I don’t run. I fight. What the hell was this? I was leaning against a graffiti covered wall in an alley that stank like garbage, and the sun was beating down on me. A black guy was breathing heavily beside me, but not as hard as I was. He had a gun in his hand, and there was a badge clipped to his belt. I was standing next to a cop.
“Freeze!” The black cop shouted, bringing his weapon up.
A gun was fired, and I shot back. That’s when I noticed that I was carrying a gun too. A skinny guy with a gun in his hand fell against a dumpster with blood soaking through the fabric of his faded black hoodie.
***
The next time I was aware was in the shower. I looked down my chest at my stomach, watching the soap bubbles wash away. It wasn’t my body. I tried to shape shift. Obviously I was stuck in someone else’s skin. I hated that stupid power. It made me feel like less than I was. Why would I want to be anyone else? I was Sylar. I was so much more than anyone.
And now I was someone else, and I hated it. I wiped the steam from the mirror. Happy to have my arms do what I wanted since I’d had no control of them before this moment. The face that looked back at me wasn’t mine. I remembered it though. It’d been a long, long time since I’d seen it.
“Parkman,” I whispered in a voice that wasn’t mine. Michelle told me about him. The last time I’d seen him was when I sent his bullets into his chest. The scars were there. I ran my/his fingers over them as I tried once again to shift into my own body, but it didn’t work. Nothing worked. I reached for the shampoo bottle with telekinesis, but it didn’t fly into my hand. My abilities were gone, and I was stuck looking like Matt Fucking Parkman.
“No not looking like you. I am you.” I touched the reflection, and tried to calm the panic that threatened to make me curl into a ball in the bottom of the shower until the water ran cold.
“Are you going to be in there all day?” The woman was back. I looked at her through the frosted glass of the shower door and tried to remember what her name was. It was Janice. Parkman knew her name. He was in here with me.
“No, I’ll be out soon.” No endearments to add to that from me. I shut off the water and reached for a towel, wrapping it around my waist before stepping out of the shower. I was used to a lot more excess than Parkman’s girth allowed.
“I’m on my way to work. I’ll drop Matty at the sitter’s on the way.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and then sauntered off. I could hear her thoughts, her wishes for her day at work, her hopes for her future with Parkman, and her prayers for the future of their child.
Matty was the baby I’d heard crying. I went to the sink and looked in the mirror. I had Parkman’s power. I wasn’t shaped like Parkman. I was in his skin. I was in his body. “Fuck. What the hell am I going to do now? And if I’m in you, with you, because I can hear you in here with me, where the hell is my body?”
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Genre: gen
Author: sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 860
Rating: PG
Prompts: Meme #15 You wake up in someone else's body for a_muse_meme
Notes: Sometime between Season 3 end and Season 4's start.
There was a baby crying. I wanted to pound on the wall to tell the neighbors to keep it down, to shut up their damn kid, but I was too tired. My arms felt like they weighed a couple of hundred pounds, and I couldn’t seem to do more than open my eyes. It was dark. The sheets smelled like vanilla, which confused me. Motels don’t use fabric softener. Those beds smell like bleach if they’re clean enough for me to stay there.
“It’s your turn to get up,” a woman’s voice said from the shadows. I blinked seeing the hump of a shoulder in the darkness and a curl of long brown hair on the neighboring pillow. What the fuck? I opened my mouth to as what was going on when the baby let out another scream of hunger and/or anger. How the hell would I know which it was? The woman rolled over, but there wasn’t enough light for me to see her face. I wasn’t sure that I’d know her to begin with. Then she pushed my shoulder with her hand, and I saw a diamond ring on her finger. “Fine I’ll do it, but you’ll owe me. Obviously you’re not getting up.”
She climbed out of the bed without turning on the lights. I watched her silhouette cross in front of the window, but there was no recognition. She knew me, but I didn’t know her.
***
My heart was hammering in my chest. It hurt, and I was gasping for breath. Sweat was running into my eyes, and my legs hurt from running. I don’t run. I fight. What the hell was this? I was leaning against a graffiti covered wall in an alley that stank like garbage, and the sun was beating down on me. A black guy was breathing heavily beside me, but not as hard as I was. He had a gun in his hand, and there was a badge clipped to his belt. I was standing next to a cop.
“Freeze!” The black cop shouted, bringing his weapon up.
A gun was fired, and I shot back. That’s when I noticed that I was carrying a gun too. A skinny guy with a gun in his hand fell against a dumpster with blood soaking through the fabric of his faded black hoodie.
***
The next time I was aware was in the shower. I looked down my chest at my stomach, watching the soap bubbles wash away. It wasn’t my body. I tried to shape shift. Obviously I was stuck in someone else’s skin. I hated that stupid power. It made me feel like less than I was. Why would I want to be anyone else? I was Sylar. I was so much more than anyone.
And now I was someone else, and I hated it. I wiped the steam from the mirror. Happy to have my arms do what I wanted since I’d had no control of them before this moment. The face that looked back at me wasn’t mine. I remembered it though. It’d been a long, long time since I’d seen it.
“Parkman,” I whispered in a voice that wasn’t mine. Michelle told me about him. The last time I’d seen him was when I sent his bullets into his chest. The scars were there. I ran my/his fingers over them as I tried once again to shift into my own body, but it didn’t work. Nothing worked. I reached for the shampoo bottle with telekinesis, but it didn’t fly into my hand. My abilities were gone, and I was stuck looking like Matt Fucking Parkman.
“No not looking like you. I am you.” I touched the reflection, and tried to calm the panic that threatened to make me curl into a ball in the bottom of the shower until the water ran cold.
“Are you going to be in there all day?” The woman was back. I looked at her through the frosted glass of the shower door and tried to remember what her name was. It was Janice. Parkman knew her name. He was in here with me.
“No, I’ll be out soon.” No endearments to add to that from me. I shut off the water and reached for a towel, wrapping it around my waist before stepping out of the shower. I was used to a lot more excess than Parkman’s girth allowed.
“I’m on my way to work. I’ll drop Matty at the sitter’s on the way.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and then sauntered off. I could hear her thoughts, her wishes for her day at work, her hopes for her future with Parkman, and her prayers for the future of their child.
Matty was the baby I’d heard crying. I went to the sink and looked in the mirror. I had Parkman’s power. I wasn’t shaped like Parkman. I was in his skin. I was in his body. “Fuck. What the hell am I going to do now? And if I’m in you, with you, because I can hear you in here with me, where the hell is my body?”
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