Sins of the Father Chapter 4
Title: Sins of the Father
Rating: PG-13 [Violence, definite sexual overtones between Sylar and Mohinder]
Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder
Characters: Sylar, Mohinder, later on Maury,Nathan, Matt, Niki, Molly and my own version of Sylar's dad.
Spoilers: Not really anything special, season 1 of course but also the Nightmare Man stuff from S2 is there but altered as another character doing it.
Word Count: 1.216
Summary: Sylar's back in New York and he's out to visit an old friend who can help him find answers as to why he's powerless. The reunion is cut short as Sylar learns more about the mysterious Company and the truth about his father's life. There is a nightmare man and Sylar will be the only one who can stop him, no matter if they're related.
Author's Notes: I came up with this idea one day upon waking which I wish all fics were so easy. I wondered what if there was so much more to Mr. Gray than we think. So I came up with the details that would help explain how Sylar got the ability of intuitive aptitude, his relationship with his father, and gave me some fun Mohinder and Sylar scenes that may get a smut one shot once the story is done. There are flashbacks that weave into the story that typically allow Sylar to learn more about Company/father stuff. Enjoy!
Over the next couple of hours, Mohinder writhed and struggled to free himself while Sylar was out. He learned however, that each pull made against the thick coils duct tape only resulted in long dark hairs being slowly torn out from his skin. In the places where tape was over clothing, an increased constriction that caused the chosen limb to throb from the lack of circulation.
Finally, he stopped struggling, perhaps Sylar would unwittingly allow him an opportunity to at least escape later on. There were no misconceptions on Mohinder's part about his potential to stop Sylar if the treatment worked. A low grunt emitted from twisted blankets and sheets. Sylar flipped violently over on the mattress, he kicked out at the web of sheets that entangled his form. A few low, confused mumbles were heard as Sylar finally freed himself.
His dark long lashes encrusted with the remnants of sleep as he smacked his dry lips together and sat up. Long legs swung over the side of the bed. Tall black boots hit the floor with a resounding thud. Sylar reached up and scratched the back of his head as he stretched his thin, tall frame. His neck popped and as he settled back into his normal state, he remembered Mohinder was still with him.
He took his time as he observed the helpless man. Sweat dampened his clothing and dotted his skin. Rough red patches on his arms where the earlier struggles chafed him. Sylar chuckled as he spoke.
“Hmm, now that is a pleasant sight to wake up to. I could get used to that.”
Tremors of fear shook through Mohinder's system It wasn't so much those words on their own as it was the combination of the inflection in Sylar's voice and the possessive look in his eyes. Both spoke toward the fact that the man seemingly had Mohinder's fate on his mind and that a decision was made.
Sylar pushed his arms under his body to stand himself back up. Instantly, he sat right back down to relieve his sore right arm. He glanced at his arm, carefully he touched the red, puffy area where the syringe went in. His eyes snapped wide open as he wondered if it worked. Hand out in front of his body, Sylar could only hesitate. Not even Mohinder would be safe from his rage if he was denied yet again.
With a slow controlled exhale he concentrated. The small mahogany desk shivered, then pulled forward away from the the wall. It slid alarmingly close to Mohinder as it traveled the length of the room. Mohinder watched as a straight, focused face spread into a malicious grin. To Sylar, this was even better than when he moved the glass for Chandra Suresh. This was a victory, over ever getting bested by another.
After reacquainting himself with telekinesis, he tested out various other abilities. Everything else was fine, though the control over his hearing would have to be worked on. True, it was always his most erratic power. Every car that drove by and every tiny scatter of pebbles on the pavement was like a barrage of punches straight to Sylar's temple. He knelt over, his head in his hands as he struggled to regain himself. An excruciating moment later and he slowly opened his eyes. Sylar looked at Mohinder as the pain in his head subsided.
“I bet that reminded you of old times... didn't it Mohinder?”
Mohinder looked away from Sylar as he thought of that trip. Something that started out with the best of intentions and ended up just another part of Sylar's killing spree. Each smile or laugh that came from “Zane's” lips now rang false and hollow in Mohinder's every recollection. After he realized his prior abilities were intact, Sylar wondered about the one that he thought got away. His fingers spread and wiggled as he considered trying it. Michelle's ability and and how it worked became the only thing that Sylar allowed himself to think of.
It took some effort and a few failed attempts before he felt the space around himself shift. He moved toward Mohinder and picked up the photograph.
“There are a couple questions I need to ask you Mohinder. This picture...you're sure that it's the founding members of the, what is it called, Company?”
Mohinder cocked an eyebrow at him. Why would he care who those people were?
“Yes, I'm positive. I don't know the identities of some of the people in the picture though.”
But for the cursory glance at the picture, Sylar barely registered any other face. He merely nodded as he folded the photo up and slipped into his back pocket. Sylar moved a chair over to Mohinder with a flick of the wrist. He sat backwards on it, his arms rested on the back of the chair. There was a renewed spark of vibrancy in Sylar's eyes.
There were so many questions in his mind. Though one thing he knew was that the Company was in New York. All he needed was a way in, Sylar thought he had a good one.
“I wanted to tell you. I met another special person a month or so ago Mohinder. Apparently, she was the reason that we were kept so far apart for such a long time. The things she could do...I cannot wait to show you the extent of.”
Mohinder stared in wide-eyed shock as it seemed as if Sylar's features started to blur and transform. His voice too turned into something all too familiar to Mohinder. The coldness of it took on a more warm tone, and a soft lilt. No, it was an accent. His pale skin shifted and became entirely different as the illusion became complete. A stunned Mohinder nearly fainted at his own perfect mirror image sitting across from him. Sylar marveled at his newly caramel skin and dark thick wavy hair.
“Don't worry Mohinder this is only going to be temporary. I'm just, well, borrowing you so that I can do something. When I come back through the door it'll be just be me.”
Mohinder's mouth would not close as he heard the cultured British voice saying these words. But though Sylar looked like and had the voice of Mohinder, the difference could still be determined through the details. The intense staring, the smooth, fluid cat-like movements, and that smirk. Sylar stood up and moved toward the bedroom door.
“Wait, you can't just leave me here like this!”
Another hard shift occurred and the visage of Sylar returned as he stopped and turned.
“You know, you're right. Here...”
He turned his head until his gaze rested on the scrap of Parkman's shirt. With a few flicks and swoops the gag was roughly forced back into and tied tightly around Mohinder's resisting mouth.
“That's better. See you soon.”
The door slammed shut and locked behind Sylar as he left Suresh there trapped. Outside of the apartment door, he removed the photo from his pocket. With a sigh he stared at his father's face before he tore the picture apart. Sylar carelessly let it drop down into the stairwell as he left. It was time to find out just exactly what the truth about his father was.