Drabble Meme Response
Title: Drabble Meme Response
Author: cameroncrazed
Rating: PG
Spoilers: You have seen the show, right?
Disclaimer: Nothing mentioned within belongs to me. Heroes belongs to Kring and NBC.
Written for the drabble prompt meme. All responses are 100-200 word drabbles.
1. Bad Baby Names - ladyanne525
“Sandra.”
“No, that’s boring, and I’m not naming our kid after my mom.”
He frowns at her, eyes narrowing. “Allegra.”
“It’s a baby, Sylar, not a springtime allergy.” Claire wonders when exactly he’d lost his sanity. “Besides, what would we use as a middle name - Viagra?”
“Fine. What about Gwynhwyfar?”
“It’s lovely, if you don’t want her to be able to spell her own name until she’s twelve. Besides, my family’s Italian, not pseudo-Celtic.” She makes a mental note never to let him get ahold of her copy of Mists of Avalon again.
“Angel Delight?”
“Again, a child, Sylar, I’m not giving birth to a skeezy stripper or one of those creepy my little pony dolls.”
“Sunshine Daisy.”
“Hippies don’t shave, Sylar, do you really want me to turn into a hippy?”
“Sandra?”
“Perfect!”
She never notices his evil smirk; he’d gotten his way yet again.
2. Mirrors - karanina
It feels so right to have his daughter in his arms, right in a world gone horribly wrong. He takes a deep breath, surrounded by Claire’s warmth and scent, when he’s suddenly discomforted by déjà vu. There’s a vague memory of sniffing her hair and having her recoil, but that can’t be right; that wasn’t him. That was some other man she shied away from, but how can he know that?
She hugs him tighter, and he rests his head on the top of hers. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of the mirror in the hallway.
Nathan smirks; the image of Sylar glares back at him, and he remembers.
Claire remains blissfully unaware, even as he pulls her even closer.
“I’ve missed you so, Claire.” He whispers, promises dancing on his tongue. “I’m so glad to be back now. And I’m never letting you go.”
3. Sylar’s terrified of bees. - prettysirenx
Sylar sniffs her hair, frowning. “Is that... honey?”
“Yeah, got a new honey scented shampoo. Why?”
He immediately takes a few steps back. “Go wash again, and throw that bottle away.”
“Okay, crazy man.” She rolls her eyes at him. “I’m not doing that. Why should I?”
“I hate honey.” He shudders, just thinking about it. Nasty, creepy bee vomit. Ewww.
“Well, you didn’t mind it so much when I was licking it off you last week.”
His skin crawls at the memory. “I thought that was caramel.”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes!” A faint buzzing sound gets his attention, and while common sense tells him that it’s just a fluorescent light, he can’t help but worry it might be a... gasp!... bee. “Did you hear that?”
“No.”
“Bees! You and your damned honey, you’ve got bees in here! BEES!”
Claire watches in amazement as her husband proceeds to flip out, swatting at the air like a lunatic before letting electricity run freely through his body, turning himself into an oversized bug zapper.
Maybe that bee costume hiding in the closet won’t be a good idea to spring on him now, but she’s so tired of the naughty nurse uniform. Damn.
4. If I Never See Your Face Again - Rihanna/Maroon 5 - cindergirlgrimm
“I thought you said that I wasn’t your type.” He always knew that she’d give in one day.
She runs her hand down his chest, making her intentions clear. “I was wrong. No more talking.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Picking her discarded dress up off the floor, Claire quickly shimmies into it, pulling up the zipper with harsh efficiency.
“Wha?” A drowsy and confused Sylar sits straight up, watching her leave.
“Got what I was coming for. Fun times, by the way. You’re very good.” She smirks at him. “See ya.”
He tries getting up, struggling with the handcuffs she’d used to secure him to the bed. “Are you coming back?”
“Nope. I don’t care if I never see your face again.” She smiles cruelly, knowing she’s about to break him. “Peter’s waiting for me. Oh, I bet it makes you burn to learn I’m with another man,” she whispers.
“Claire!” He howls as she walks away.
Before she can leave, she turns to face him one more time. “I think we’ll call him Gabriel, just for you. Bye, Sylar. Don’t come looking for us.”
5. What Makes a Man - City and Color - talkingmetaphor
The wind is cold, and the station grows colder as the sun sets on the city. Gabriel wraps his coat around him, chilled to the bone as he waits for his train. A woman brushes against him as she rushes past on the platform, bare hand brushing against his, and the light touch sends shivers down his spine as he realizes that all he would have to do is reach out, and he’d have enhanced memory under his fingertips. He shakes, a desperate Our Father on his tongue - lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil - as he wrestles with desire mixed with revulsion as he remembers Brian Davis, the feel of blood coating his hands.
She turns to look back at him, and his knees buckle. He wants her so badly that he aches, only when the priests had talked about lust, they hadn’t meant this, he’s sure.
He’d always wondered what could make a man walk away from his mind, throw his sanity and morals to the wind.
He thinks he might know.
Lead us not, please God, lead me not.
6. post-Angels and Monsters - rivertam16
The park is dark, silent but for the crickets. It suits her mood as she slowly pushes her toes against the ground, setting her swing in motion, lost in thought.
A branch cracks somewhere behind her, and she can’t help but call out, hopeful. “Stephen?”
“It’s just me.” Sylar walks up behind her.
She should run. She really should. She doesn’t, just looks over her shoulder at him as the motion of the swing dies. “I thought you weren’t allowed to talk to me.”
With shaking hands, he lightly touches her shoulders, giving her the push she needs to move again. “Yeah, well, I’m a rebel, and I thought you weren’t allowed to leave the house tonight.”
She doesn’t answer, just curls her legs back and forth, pumping the swing higher. It’s not enough.
When he gives her another push, a slight TK nudge so that she can kick the sky, she whispers. “Thank you.”
They both know that she isn’t talking about the swing.
“It’s what Uncle Peter would have done, right?”
She doesn’t know why he’d compare himself to her uncle, and he doesn’t know that Peter’s found a bit wanting in the comparison.
7. Team Work - bellonablack
“Okay, I’ll approach from the front; you sneak in behind.” Claire lays out the plan, but Sylar still looks doubtful.
“It’ll never work. He’s expecting an ambush, so he’ll have an escape plan.”
Exasperated, Claire puts her hands on her hips. “Well, what brilliant plan do you have?”
“Well... he has to sleep at some point.”
“No! I’m not waiting around just waiting on him to nod off. That’s a stupid plan.”
Sylar glances over at the fortress their target’s holed up in. “We need bait then, intice him out.”
A smile spreads over Claire’s face. “Be ready to grab him when he comes out.” She runs off before Sylar can stop her.
- - - - - - - - - -
The smell of chocolate fills the house. A small head furtively peaks out of the blanket fort, nose twitching. He doesn’t see his parents, and the thought of warm cookies straight from the oven is too hard to resist. One step... two... three... he’s almost to the kitchen when Sylar grabs him from behind, quickly whisking him off to the bathroom.
“NOOOOO!!” Noah shrieks. “I don’t wanna take a bath!!!!!”
Claire and Sylar just share smiles as their son continues to scream. They’d won this round.
Author: cameroncrazed
Rating: PG
Spoilers: You have seen the show, right?
Disclaimer: Nothing mentioned within belongs to me. Heroes belongs to Kring and NBC.
Written for the drabble prompt meme. All responses are 100-200 word drabbles.
1. Bad Baby Names - ladyanne525
“Sandra.”
“No, that’s boring, and I’m not naming our kid after my mom.”
He frowns at her, eyes narrowing. “Allegra.”
“It’s a baby, Sylar, not a springtime allergy.” Claire wonders when exactly he’d lost his sanity. “Besides, what would we use as a middle name - Viagra?”
“Fine. What about Gwynhwyfar?”
“It’s lovely, if you don’t want her to be able to spell her own name until she’s twelve. Besides, my family’s Italian, not pseudo-Celtic.” She makes a mental note never to let him get ahold of her copy of Mists of Avalon again.
“Angel Delight?”
“Again, a child, Sylar, I’m not giving birth to a skeezy stripper or one of those creepy my little pony dolls.”
“Sunshine Daisy.”
“Hippies don’t shave, Sylar, do you really want me to turn into a hippy?”
“Sandra?”
“Perfect!”
She never notices his evil smirk; he’d gotten his way yet again.
2. Mirrors - karanina
It feels so right to have his daughter in his arms, right in a world gone horribly wrong. He takes a deep breath, surrounded by Claire’s warmth and scent, when he’s suddenly discomforted by déjà vu. There’s a vague memory of sniffing her hair and having her recoil, but that can’t be right; that wasn’t him. That was some other man she shied away from, but how can he know that?
She hugs him tighter, and he rests his head on the top of hers. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of the mirror in the hallway.
Nathan smirks; the image of Sylar glares back at him, and he remembers.
Claire remains blissfully unaware, even as he pulls her even closer.
“I’ve missed you so, Claire.” He whispers, promises dancing on his tongue. “I’m so glad to be back now. And I’m never letting you go.”
3. Sylar’s terrified of bees. - prettysirenx
Sylar sniffs her hair, frowning. “Is that... honey?”
“Yeah, got a new honey scented shampoo. Why?”
He immediately takes a few steps back. “Go wash again, and throw that bottle away.”
“Okay, crazy man.” She rolls her eyes at him. “I’m not doing that. Why should I?”
“I hate honey.” He shudders, just thinking about it. Nasty, creepy bee vomit. Ewww.
“Well, you didn’t mind it so much when I was licking it off you last week.”
His skin crawls at the memory. “I thought that was caramel.”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes!” A faint buzzing sound gets his attention, and while common sense tells him that it’s just a fluorescent light, he can’t help but worry it might be a... gasp!... bee. “Did you hear that?”
“No.”
“Bees! You and your damned honey, you’ve got bees in here! BEES!”
Claire watches in amazement as her husband proceeds to flip out, swatting at the air like a lunatic before letting electricity run freely through his body, turning himself into an oversized bug zapper.
Maybe that bee costume hiding in the closet won’t be a good idea to spring on him now, but she’s so tired of the naughty nurse uniform. Damn.
4. If I Never See Your Face Again - Rihanna/Maroon 5 - cindergirlgrimm
“I thought you said that I wasn’t your type.” He always knew that she’d give in one day.
She runs her hand down his chest, making her intentions clear. “I was wrong. No more talking.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Picking her discarded dress up off the floor, Claire quickly shimmies into it, pulling up the zipper with harsh efficiency.
“Wha?” A drowsy and confused Sylar sits straight up, watching her leave.
“Got what I was coming for. Fun times, by the way. You’re very good.” She smirks at him. “See ya.”
He tries getting up, struggling with the handcuffs she’d used to secure him to the bed. “Are you coming back?”
“Nope. I don’t care if I never see your face again.” She smiles cruelly, knowing she’s about to break him. “Peter’s waiting for me. Oh, I bet it makes you burn to learn I’m with another man,” she whispers.
“Claire!” He howls as she walks away.
Before she can leave, she turns to face him one more time. “I think we’ll call him Gabriel, just for you. Bye, Sylar. Don’t come looking for us.”
5. What Makes a Man - City and Color - talkingmetaphor
The wind is cold, and the station grows colder as the sun sets on the city. Gabriel wraps his coat around him, chilled to the bone as he waits for his train. A woman brushes against him as she rushes past on the platform, bare hand brushing against his, and the light touch sends shivers down his spine as he realizes that all he would have to do is reach out, and he’d have enhanced memory under his fingertips. He shakes, a desperate Our Father on his tongue - lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil - as he wrestles with desire mixed with revulsion as he remembers Brian Davis, the feel of blood coating his hands.
She turns to look back at him, and his knees buckle. He wants her so badly that he aches, only when the priests had talked about lust, they hadn’t meant this, he’s sure.
He’d always wondered what could make a man walk away from his mind, throw his sanity and morals to the wind.
He thinks he might know.
Lead us not, please God, lead me not.
6. post-Angels and Monsters - rivertam16
The park is dark, silent but for the crickets. It suits her mood as she slowly pushes her toes against the ground, setting her swing in motion, lost in thought.
A branch cracks somewhere behind her, and she can’t help but call out, hopeful. “Stephen?”
“It’s just me.” Sylar walks up behind her.
She should run. She really should. She doesn’t, just looks over her shoulder at him as the motion of the swing dies. “I thought you weren’t allowed to talk to me.”
With shaking hands, he lightly touches her shoulders, giving her the push she needs to move again. “Yeah, well, I’m a rebel, and I thought you weren’t allowed to leave the house tonight.”
She doesn’t answer, just curls her legs back and forth, pumping the swing higher. It’s not enough.
When he gives her another push, a slight TK nudge so that she can kick the sky, she whispers. “Thank you.”
They both know that she isn’t talking about the swing.
“It’s what Uncle Peter would have done, right?”
She doesn’t know why he’d compare himself to her uncle, and he doesn’t know that Peter’s found a bit wanting in the comparison.
7. Team Work - bellonablack
“Okay, I’ll approach from the front; you sneak in behind.” Claire lays out the plan, but Sylar still looks doubtful.
“It’ll never work. He’s expecting an ambush, so he’ll have an escape plan.”
Exasperated, Claire puts her hands on her hips. “Well, what brilliant plan do you have?”
“Well... he has to sleep at some point.”
“No! I’m not waiting around just waiting on him to nod off. That’s a stupid plan.”
Sylar glances over at the fortress their target’s holed up in. “We need bait then, intice him out.”
A smile spreads over Claire’s face. “Be ready to grab him when he comes out.” She runs off before Sylar can stop her.
- - - - - - - - - -
The smell of chocolate fills the house. A small head furtively peaks out of the blanket fort, nose twitching. He doesn’t see his parents, and the thought of warm cookies straight from the oven is too hard to resist. One step... two... three... he’s almost to the kitchen when Sylar grabs him from behind, quickly whisking him off to the bathroom.
“NOOOOO!!” Noah shrieks. “I don’t wanna take a bath!!!!!”
Claire and Sylar just share smiles as their son continues to scream. They’d won this round.