It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
Title: It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
Author: cameroncrazed
Rating: PG
Word count: 700
Disclaimer: Don’t own Heroes, don’t own anything. *pout, pout, pout*
Christmas/Holiday gift for liam22: prompt - Sylar/Claire in a Petrelli Family Christmas fic
Enjoy!
“I’m not doing this.” Sylar crosses his arms over his chest.
Claire tosses the tacky Christmas sweater at him. “Just put the damned thing on. We’re going to be late.”
“No. I’m not going out in public in that. In fact…” He pauses to think. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll wear the sweater if you don’t make me go to the family dinner.”
“We have to go. Angela’s made that abundantly clear.”
“You make me do this, and I’m not going to behave.”
From the way he says it, she knows it’s not a threat. “You’d better, or I’ll…” She hesitates, not sure what to use as a proper deterrent; she would threaten no sex, but there’s no reason for her to punish herself too. “I’ll tell Peter you cry when you come.”
“Go ahead.” Sylar laughs. “It’ll just remind him again that we have sex. Frequently. And I’ll tell him a few of your kinky little secrets.”
Claire can’t handle another incident like when Peter had caught them at the Halloween party. Her eyes narrow as she tries to think of something that he’ll hate. “I’ll volunteer us to stay with my parents for every holiday next year. I’m sure Dad would love to spend some quality time with you.”
“Do you want me to cause a scene at supper? I’d love to spend the holidays with your family - Sandra’s an excellent cook, and I’ll only have one person trying to kill me there unlike the two I have here.”
“I’ll make you take Monty and Simon shopping next week; I’m sure they’d love to spend some time with Uncle Sy-Gabriel.” She smirks, daring him to find a way out of that.
“Great! It’ll irk Nathan to know I’ve got his precious boys out, that all of his kids just love me. Wait, are they too young to take to the porn store?”
A smile crosses her face as finally she figures out the perfect threat. “I’ll tell Angela that you want more quality Mommy-and-me time; she’ll just love that.”
Sylar can’t hide the look of horror that crosses his face. “Fine, you win. But I’m not wearing that sweater.”
- - - - - - - - - -
“So, Sy… Gabriel,” Nathan asks, “kill anyone lately?”
Sylar grits his teeth, trying to remember that he has to behave. “No. I don’t do that anymore, remember?”
“Yeah, because Claire neutered you.” Peter jumps into the fray, trying to provoke Sylar.
“Peter!” Angela snaps at him. “Behave! Gabriel’s acting like a polite gentleman, why can’t you?”
“He’s probably only acting that way because Claire’s threatening him.” Nathan retorts. “And don’t tell me with what - I don’t want to know what sort of freaky things my daughter does with my brother.”
“Ewwww! Nathan! Bad thoughts!” Peter whimpers.
Angela rolls her eyes at how squeamish her youngest could be. “Nathan, leave your brother alone! And Peter, grow up already. I, for one, think it’s wonderful that they’re so in love.”
Peter and Nathan both gag theatrically, and it’s the last straw for her. Claire can’t help herself as she calmly picks up her dinner roll and lobs it at Peter, then she can’t stop giggling when it bounces off his head and he just looks at her in disbelief before flinging a spoonful of mashed potatoes at her.
No one notices the self-satisfied smirk on Sylar’s face as he whispers into Claire’s ear as he merrily flings a piece of turkey at Nathan. “And you thought I’d be the one to start the fight this year. Bad girl. I’m telling Santa.”
“Oh, shut it.” Claire pushes back her chair slightly and before he realizes what’s about to happen, shoves a piece of cheesecake in his face. She quickly runs to the other side of the room before he can recover, but it’s not long before he’s stalking her with the cranberry sauce.
Surrounded by flying food and the shrieks and laughter of the younger Petrellis, Angela buries her head in her hands, ducking flying peas. “God, why do you hate me? Why? Why does every single holiday dinner turn into this?” She just sighs; at least she’d had the foresight to not bring out the good china this Christmas.
Author: cameroncrazed
Rating: PG
Word count: 700
Disclaimer: Don’t own Heroes, don’t own anything. *pout, pout, pout*
Christmas/Holiday gift for liam22: prompt - Sylar/Claire in a Petrelli Family Christmas fic
Enjoy!
“I’m not doing this.” Sylar crosses his arms over his chest.
Claire tosses the tacky Christmas sweater at him. “Just put the damned thing on. We’re going to be late.”
“No. I’m not going out in public in that. In fact…” He pauses to think. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll wear the sweater if you don’t make me go to the family dinner.”
“We have to go. Angela’s made that abundantly clear.”
“You make me do this, and I’m not going to behave.”
From the way he says it, she knows it’s not a threat. “You’d better, or I’ll…” She hesitates, not sure what to use as a proper deterrent; she would threaten no sex, but there’s no reason for her to punish herself too. “I’ll tell Peter you cry when you come.”
“Go ahead.” Sylar laughs. “It’ll just remind him again that we have sex. Frequently. And I’ll tell him a few of your kinky little secrets.”
Claire can’t handle another incident like when Peter had caught them at the Halloween party. Her eyes narrow as she tries to think of something that he’ll hate. “I’ll volunteer us to stay with my parents for every holiday next year. I’m sure Dad would love to spend some quality time with you.”
“Do you want me to cause a scene at supper? I’d love to spend the holidays with your family - Sandra’s an excellent cook, and I’ll only have one person trying to kill me there unlike the two I have here.”
“I’ll make you take Monty and Simon shopping next week; I’m sure they’d love to spend some time with Uncle Sy-Gabriel.” She smirks, daring him to find a way out of that.
“Great! It’ll irk Nathan to know I’ve got his precious boys out, that all of his kids just love me. Wait, are they too young to take to the porn store?”
A smile crosses her face as finally she figures out the perfect threat. “I’ll tell Angela that you want more quality Mommy-and-me time; she’ll just love that.”
Sylar can’t hide the look of horror that crosses his face. “Fine, you win. But I’m not wearing that sweater.”
- - - - - - - - - -
“So, Sy… Gabriel,” Nathan asks, “kill anyone lately?”
Sylar grits his teeth, trying to remember that he has to behave. “No. I don’t do that anymore, remember?”
“Yeah, because Claire neutered you.” Peter jumps into the fray, trying to provoke Sylar.
“Peter!” Angela snaps at him. “Behave! Gabriel’s acting like a polite gentleman, why can’t you?”
“He’s probably only acting that way because Claire’s threatening him.” Nathan retorts. “And don’t tell me with what - I don’t want to know what sort of freaky things my daughter does with my brother.”
“Ewwww! Nathan! Bad thoughts!” Peter whimpers.
Angela rolls her eyes at how squeamish her youngest could be. “Nathan, leave your brother alone! And Peter, grow up already. I, for one, think it’s wonderful that they’re so in love.”
Peter and Nathan both gag theatrically, and it’s the last straw for her. Claire can’t help herself as she calmly picks up her dinner roll and lobs it at Peter, then she can’t stop giggling when it bounces off his head and he just looks at her in disbelief before flinging a spoonful of mashed potatoes at her.
No one notices the self-satisfied smirk on Sylar’s face as he whispers into Claire’s ear as he merrily flings a piece of turkey at Nathan. “And you thought I’d be the one to start the fight this year. Bad girl. I’m telling Santa.”
“Oh, shut it.” Claire pushes back her chair slightly and before he realizes what’s about to happen, shoves a piece of cheesecake in his face. She quickly runs to the other side of the room before he can recover, but it’s not long before he’s stalking her with the cranberry sauce.
Surrounded by flying food and the shrieks and laughter of the younger Petrellis, Angela buries her head in her hands, ducking flying peas. “God, why do you hate me? Why? Why does every single holiday dinner turn into this?” She just sighs; at least she’d had the foresight to not bring out the good china this Christmas.