Company Policy, Chapter 2
Title: Company Policy, Chapter 2
Rating: Hard R (Language, later Violence, and Sexual situations.)
Characters: Sylar/Mohinder, some Bob,some Haitian, later on some Elle and some Bennetts too.
Spoilers: Takes place after the events of Powerless if Elle had killed Sylar. But this is mostly various scenarios created in my head with inspiration from the show's storylines.
Word Count: 965
Summary: Sylar had his encounter with Mohinder at the apartment. Elle and Sylar faced off. Mohinder has a very important new Company assignment that has to do with both of these things. Sylar would be a fantastic asset for the Company, he just needs to get fixed. Mohinder is in charge of the fixing.
Authors Notes: This was originally conceived as a sequel to my ongoing fic. Sins of the Father. One day the fic inspiration just hit and kept coming so I decided to make this its own story instead. What if The Company tried again with Sylar. But you know, you can take the man out of the Monster but you cannot take the Monster out of the man. Mohinder will learn that the hard way as they're paired together within the Company. Enjoy!
Also posted at my haven, Fanfiction.net http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3914270/1/
A low, confused groan came from Sylar as he went to roll over and get a few more minutes rest. Wait, he couldn't do that, couldn't move even an inch. Eyelids slid open as he hazily started at a far too bright florescent light above him. He sneered at the brightness invading his sight, Sylar never was one for intensely lit rooms. His shop was nicely lit with subdued lamps and his apartment was similar. Once his focus sharpened up he tried to move again. Part of him thought maybe his body was just numb from sleep, it had the habit of doing that at times.
Ugh, what was that taste in his mouth? Sylar smacked his lips and cringed, the tightly locked straps kept him firmly in place on the cot. Spine stiff with the unyielding hard surface he lay on, he struggled a bit with the bonds. Other than the taste in his mouth, something else was off. Why was his mouth so moist? Sylar always woke up everyday with the most irritating cotton mouth. But not now, he didn't like the uncertainties involved in this situation at all.
He glanced to the side and saw to his shock that Mohinder was standing there, he'd watched him from the start of his awakening and maybe even longer than that. Sylar smirked and flicked out his fingers toward him.
“Hello Mohinder I-...”
What should have happened next was Mohinder slammed against the wall. True, Mohinder did stumble backward slightly but it was nowhere near Sylar's desired effect of the motion. He glanced down and this time concentrated on the straps. A slight tremor was felt on the outside of his skin as the buckles grazed him but remained clasped.
Mohinder took a few, still cautious steps, forward. Sylar turned his gaze away from him and stared down at his bound arm. He could feel the telekinesis there but it had been, dampened somehow. His heart sank far down into his stomach as he thought the absolute worst. This wasn't fair, he'd just gotten them back and now they were leaving him once more.
“What did you do to me?! W-what's wrong with them, Mohinder?”
Though he glared harshly at Suresh, there was no mistaking the quiver in his voice. Any time Sylar was not in control of a situation that old familiar weakness, from a life he thought long since forgotten, crept its way to the surface. His hard eyes glanced at Mohinder, who looked at him in a way that never even happened back at his place the first time they had their time together and Sylar was bound. Mohinder was examining him, each look a matter of careful concentration and analytical thought. Like Sylar was just another in a long line of test subjects, and it disturbed him to be thought of that way by Suresh.
Mohinder looked down at Sylar and then started moving around the room, pacing as he spoke. It was a habit from his days of giving lectures that he couldn't easily stand still and talk.
“You've just been given 500 milligrams of a very strong concoction of suppressants. I'm sure they don't taste very well as you may have realized upon waking. Your powers are weak, and they will continue to get even more so with each new dosage. Once that is done then it's on the next phase.”
A twisted grimace stretched over Sylar's lips and his brow. He struggled again against his bonds, this time merely pulling his body against them and rattling the cot. His heart, he could hear it loudly still as it pounded away in his head. Being forced to experience his own fear as he looked over at Mohinder, eyes narrowed back down.
“Phase?! All I remember is that after I did you a favor by putting two bullets into Maya, seriously Mohinder you would have done it too after listening to her yammering on or look at you with those sad eyes. You flipped out and then some blonde bitch came in and, oh that ability. But...I should be dead. I know that I should be dead, but you...”
Sylar tilted his head the best he could in his current position. Cold eyes sparked slightly as he looked toward Mohinder, his smile faded as he closed his lips. It wasn't time for Mohinder to see his grin, yet.
“How...how did you do it? You brought me back from that. I was dead, wasn't I? Why did you do it Mohinder? “
At those last words that arrogant, mocking tone came through clearly. His eyes were unblinking as he watched Mohinder try to keep his emotions hidden before he responded. Sylar could sense the slightest tremor in the other man's heart, it wasn't as loud as it once was to him as the pills did their thing. What was it...pity? Regret? Could it just be fear, Sylar couldn't tell without being able to hear his pulse more in depth.
Mohinder raised his eyebrows and sighed deeply. He moved down to check one of the straps on Sylar's wrist as he spoke.
“This was not my decision. If it had been up to me then when Elle killed you, you'd still be that way. But I know how to think of something other than myself and I can see what the Company could want with you. Just be grateful Sylar, most people don't even get a second chance and you've had several.”
With that he turned and headed out the door, leaving Sylar bound behind him. A security code was entered in and after it chirped Mohinder left the room without a second glance. Even though, he wanted to look he wouldn't give Sylar that sort of blatant satisfaction.
Rating: Hard R (Language, later Violence, and Sexual situations.)
Characters: Sylar/Mohinder, some Bob,some Haitian, later on some Elle and some Bennetts too.
Spoilers: Takes place after the events of Powerless if Elle had killed Sylar. But this is mostly various scenarios created in my head with inspiration from the show's storylines.
Word Count: 965
Summary: Sylar had his encounter with Mohinder at the apartment. Elle and Sylar faced off. Mohinder has a very important new Company assignment that has to do with both of these things. Sylar would be a fantastic asset for the Company, he just needs to get fixed. Mohinder is in charge of the fixing.
Authors Notes: This was originally conceived as a sequel to my ongoing fic. Sins of the Father. One day the fic inspiration just hit and kept coming so I decided to make this its own story instead. What if The Company tried again with Sylar. But you know, you can take the man out of the Monster but you cannot take the Monster out of the man. Mohinder will learn that the hard way as they're paired together within the Company. Enjoy!
Also posted at my haven, Fanfiction.net http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3914270/1/
A low, confused groan came from Sylar as he went to roll over and get a few more minutes rest. Wait, he couldn't do that, couldn't move even an inch. Eyelids slid open as he hazily started at a far too bright florescent light above him. He sneered at the brightness invading his sight, Sylar never was one for intensely lit rooms. His shop was nicely lit with subdued lamps and his apartment was similar. Once his focus sharpened up he tried to move again. Part of him thought maybe his body was just numb from sleep, it had the habit of doing that at times.
Ugh, what was that taste in his mouth? Sylar smacked his lips and cringed, the tightly locked straps kept him firmly in place on the cot. Spine stiff with the unyielding hard surface he lay on, he struggled a bit with the bonds. Other than the taste in his mouth, something else was off. Why was his mouth so moist? Sylar always woke up everyday with the most irritating cotton mouth. But not now, he didn't like the uncertainties involved in this situation at all.
He glanced to the side and saw to his shock that Mohinder was standing there, he'd watched him from the start of his awakening and maybe even longer than that. Sylar smirked and flicked out his fingers toward him.
“Hello Mohinder I-...”
What should have happened next was Mohinder slammed against the wall. True, Mohinder did stumble backward slightly but it was nowhere near Sylar's desired effect of the motion. He glanced down and this time concentrated on the straps. A slight tremor was felt on the outside of his skin as the buckles grazed him but remained clasped.
Mohinder took a few, still cautious steps, forward. Sylar turned his gaze away from him and stared down at his bound arm. He could feel the telekinesis there but it had been, dampened somehow. His heart sank far down into his stomach as he thought the absolute worst. This wasn't fair, he'd just gotten them back and now they were leaving him once more.
“What did you do to me?! W-what's wrong with them, Mohinder?”
Though he glared harshly at Suresh, there was no mistaking the quiver in his voice. Any time Sylar was not in control of a situation that old familiar weakness, from a life he thought long since forgotten, crept its way to the surface. His hard eyes glanced at Mohinder, who looked at him in a way that never even happened back at his place the first time they had their time together and Sylar was bound. Mohinder was examining him, each look a matter of careful concentration and analytical thought. Like Sylar was just another in a long line of test subjects, and it disturbed him to be thought of that way by Suresh.
Mohinder looked down at Sylar and then started moving around the room, pacing as he spoke. It was a habit from his days of giving lectures that he couldn't easily stand still and talk.
“You've just been given 500 milligrams of a very strong concoction of suppressants. I'm sure they don't taste very well as you may have realized upon waking. Your powers are weak, and they will continue to get even more so with each new dosage. Once that is done then it's on the next phase.”
A twisted grimace stretched over Sylar's lips and his brow. He struggled again against his bonds, this time merely pulling his body against them and rattling the cot. His heart, he could hear it loudly still as it pounded away in his head. Being forced to experience his own fear as he looked over at Mohinder, eyes narrowed back down.
“Phase?! All I remember is that after I did you a favor by putting two bullets into Maya, seriously Mohinder you would have done it too after listening to her yammering on or look at you with those sad eyes. You flipped out and then some blonde bitch came in and, oh that ability. But...I should be dead. I know that I should be dead, but you...”
Sylar tilted his head the best he could in his current position. Cold eyes sparked slightly as he looked toward Mohinder, his smile faded as he closed his lips. It wasn't time for Mohinder to see his grin, yet.
“How...how did you do it? You brought me back from that. I was dead, wasn't I? Why did you do it Mohinder? “
At those last words that arrogant, mocking tone came through clearly. His eyes were unblinking as he watched Mohinder try to keep his emotions hidden before he responded. Sylar could sense the slightest tremor in the other man's heart, it wasn't as loud as it once was to him as the pills did their thing. What was it...pity? Regret? Could it just be fear, Sylar couldn't tell without being able to hear his pulse more in depth.
Mohinder raised his eyebrows and sighed deeply. He moved down to check one of the straps on Sylar's wrist as he spoke.
“This was not my decision. If it had been up to me then when Elle killed you, you'd still be that way. But I know how to think of something other than myself and I can see what the Company could want with you. Just be grateful Sylar, most people don't even get a second chance and you've had several.”
With that he turned and headed out the door, leaving Sylar bound behind him. A security code was entered in and after it chirped Mohinder left the room without a second glance. Even though, he wanted to look he wouldn't give Sylar that sort of blatant satisfaction.