Company Policy Chapter 1
Title: Company Policy
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: Well I'd say that Kristin spoiler about Sylar and Elle since it's the first thing that happens before the story starts. But this is mostly various scenarios created in my head with inspiration from the show's storylines.
Word Count: 2,042
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. It all started with me wanting to get a very angry Sylar with full powers into a room alone with Elle, needless to say if she does what I think she might this Monday that chapter is going to jump into NC-17 territory. And, I Don't mean in a cute little Sylle way. Then of course there will be Mylar as the two work together again but not quite like in the old days. Enjoy!
Also posted at my haven, Fanfiction.net http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3914270/1/
Updates occur there first and foremost before it hits lj. Currently up to chapter 2 there.
After Mohinder was able to avoid what would have been a dire situation with Sylar at his apartment. He reported back to work the next day. It was another attempt on the murderer's part to take control over Mohinder and hurt young Molly in the process. Though he never thought he'd say it, there was nothing but gratitude felt for Elle and what she had done to help his makeshift family out.
Sylar was so sure that he could just come back and that there would be no opposition to his attempted reign of terror. When the two met, it was apparent that Elle just barely won this battle. Mohinder could only imagine the aftermath of their encounter. He scanned in his id card in at the front of the Company facility. A glance down the hall revealed that Bob was coming down to meet him as he got in. He grimly smiled and waved at Suresh, another ever-present file folder stuck under his arm. Mohinder nodded at the security official and placed his id back into his beaten tan wallet in his back pocket.
“Morning Dr. Suresh, I'm glad to see you back to work so soon after your....unfortunate incident. How is Molly doing?”
Sincerity laced Bob's voice as he put a hand on Mohinder's shoulder. His hooded eyes looked right into Mohinder's own as he waited for an answer he already had.
“She's fine. Ma-, Detective Parkman is with her now. How is Elle doing? I know she went up against him. Is she alright, did he hurt her much?”
Bob's face fell slightly as he turned away from Suresh and the two walked.
“Elle will be fine. She's being treated at another of our facilities. Sylar, did quite a number on her but she was very lucky in the outcome of that situation. So since she'll be out of commission for quite some time...you need a new partner.”
Every time Bob would say those words, Mohinder always felt the slightest twinge of regret in his chest. His partners had a nasty habit of having bad things happen to them. An occurrence that seemed to be following around anyone who Mohinder's life collided with. Niki had died from the virus and now Elle was in physical duress because of him. If only he could just work on his own as he preferred to anyway.
The two traveled down the long winding corridor than to a corner elevator. Bob took out a special key from his jacket pocket and together they headed down to the secret level of the facility. Mohinder had never actually been this far into the depths of the building. His security clearance, while high, never let him into many mysterious parts of the facility. A sprightly 'bing' sound and the heavy steel doors slide open to reveal a blindingly white hallway. Bob turned left and made a small motion for Mohinder to follow.
It wasn't quite clear why this area was kept so top-secret at first. But when Bob used his card to gain access to a door at the very end of the hallway, it became stunningly clear. It was a morgue. Or rather the kind you'd find in the basement of a hospital. White walls, florescent lights, and so many silver shiny drawers placed into the walls themselves. A swift motion, and Bob had that file folder out from under his arm and open in front of him. He adjusted his glasses as he read the different markings on the white stickers under drawer handles.
He hummed a small, monotone tune to himself as he tried to find the right one. A bit of a smile on his thin lips as he stopped in front of it. Mohinder was still taken aback at the utter abundance of the drawers, almost all were no doubt occupied. He was snapped back to attention by Bob's voice, a tone that was now all business.
“I know that you had some...moral quandaries after the Bennett situation. True, it did end in an unfortunate manner. But Dr. Suresh when you see what just the smallest amount of Claire Bennett's blood can do, you'll know that this is worth so much more than the collateral cost of one human life.”
At that, Bob went to a small mini-fridge in the corner of the room and retrieved a blood pack and then a syringe. He prepared the syringe himself with the blood that had been taken at the cost of Noah Bennett's life. Claire's blood was such an important asset to the Company that it was a cost of life that was worth it. Even Bob was nervous about the Company's latest acquisition in drawer 42-L. Every precaution had to be taken to handle this much better than the times it had been attempted in the past. A small sigh left his body, full of trepidation but he had to maintain his composure if only to be able to convince Mohinder, that this was the right way.
He turned back toward the other man and walked back to that drawer. His small clammy hand gripped the handle and slowly he pulled the drawer out, he held an arm out for Mohinder to take a few steps back. Before Mohinder could even take in the sight of it, the smell got to him first. Charred, burnt flesh and bone had a greasy, pungent smell that instantly brought tears to the man's soft amber eyes. Bob even gagged a little at the strength and insistence of the odor. Both men coughed and choked till they could at least somewhat stand it.
Mohinder opened his eyes and it didn't look like a body so much as it did just melted, crispy waste. Sure, the anatomy could be made out still, limbs and skull but just barely. It had no face instead it had layers upon layer of warped flesh. There was a soft click as the room's door closed back up and the Haitian stood there, arms crossed as if waiting for something to happen. Suresh wondered how it was that he had higher security clearance than himself.
Bob nodded at the Haitian who merely stood there, unmoving. He turned and gingerly handed the full syringe over to Suresh. It was best for Mohinder to do it, he thought so that he could get the full impact of what they were doing. Not to mention of course, if things went badly the blame could easily be shifted over to the good doctor.
“Alright Mohinder, just inject the whole thing till it's completely empty. When you're done I'd suggest stepping back and letting our friend here take over. After this, you can meet your new partner.”
Mohinder nodded and moved over the corpse. He stuck the needle in with a thick sickening squish sound into where the person's arm would have been. It was fascinating to watch the dark crimson liquid slosh around the tube then flow out. Nearly instantly as they all stared down at the tray, the body twitched. Every heart in the room, even the Haitian's flinched like the rest of their muscles of their body at the sight of it. As told to, Suresh went over the far corner of the room where Bob already stood.
The Haitian uncrossed his arms and held out his hand, waiting for the exact moment. Mohinder watched in amazement as what were easily beyond third-degree burns just started to vanish before his own eyes. Slowly, he could make out a body's shape once more. Pale skin, long limbs and then last but not least the man's face healed. A sheet covered the lower half of his body now that there was once more an actual anatomy to shield for the sake of some modesty. Mohinder knew that he could not be seeing what he thought he was as the facial features started to reappear, the hair to mend and re-grow.
He couldn't help but to step right next to the tray and stare aghast as that man was revealed. All color drained from his face as he gasped and looked over his shoulder then back at the man. His body was completely healed but his eyes were still closed, lips parted just slightly. It mesmerized Mohinder to watch the color slowly blush back into Sylar's cheeks and lips. Suddenly, a hoarse gasp as Sylar bolted upright and slammed his hand over Mohinder's wrist.
Frantic eyes darted around the room and his other hand went to his own heart, once again it beat. He remembered that little blonde bitch using her ability on him and everything went stark white then black. A confused rage boiled within as he glared at Suresh, the man's skin always felt so warm no matter what the situation. He glanced around at the hostile, unfamiliar surroundings and raised his right hand from chest out to protect himself. However the Haitian soon intervened.
After a hell of a struggle on Sylar's behalf, the Haitian was able to take him down. The unconscious murderer lay there, still, his fingers slowly fell from Mohinder's wrist as his arm slumped down to his side. His naked chest rose with each soft breath as Mohinder moved quickly towards Bob.
“What the Hell do you think you're doing?!”
Mohinder slammed his smooth hands onto Bob's shirt collar and pushed the man backward into the blank wall. His small glasses shook from the impact as he held his arms to his sides and glanced calmly into Mohinder's eyes.
“Dr. Suresh, please I know this is rather...unexpected for you to deal with. But there's something you need to understand. That man, is an extremely valuable asset to this Company. He just needs a few, adjustments is all. Which is something that I'm putting you in charge of. You and the Haitian are going to oversee Gabriel Gray's treatments and re-education over the next couple of months. I'm sure you know more than ever how dangerous this man can be when his potential is left...unfocused. However, it makes you the ideal candidate to lead his training and to later on when he's ready be paired up with him.”
His mouth completely agape in shock and revulsion, Mohinder stepped away from Bob. How could this man ask him to do this? Was he completely insane? Even worse, why did he feel the slightest pang of pity for the man who was responsible for the deaths of the Herrera siblings. For the deaths of countless others and many more lives shattered and ruined. Mohinder sighed as he spoke.
“So...he's my new partner?”
Bob straightened his bland, gray jacket as he looked at Mohinder.
“Yes. It's Company policy Mohinder, you know that. One of us and of them.”
Being the only person in the room without some sort of inborn ability certainly made Mohinder feel like the 'them' in that statement. As he glanced at the man laying not quite peaceably on the table, his eyes were too tight and his muscles too tense for that, he thought about what the next couple months of both their lives would be like.
“How is it going to work? What are you going to do to him?”
Bob stepped forward and peered down at Sylar. He tilted his head just so as he knew that with this man, the Company could once again be a true force to be reckoned with.
“First, we'll have to move him before he wakes up again. Slide that gurney over here Suresh. We'll hold him in Monroe's old cell while he's here. We'll start treatments right away with suppression pills since the Haitian can't do his thing properly until the man is powerless once more.”
Mohinder rolled the gurney over to the pulled-out drawer and with some effort he and the Haitian lifted the tall, broad -shouldered man over to it. They left down the twisty hallways of the building. Sylar was given some clothes that Mohinder himself put on him, a gray t-shirt and gray pants, and was left alone. No one would want to be near him when the man came to again.
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: Well I'd say that Kristin spoiler about Sylar and Elle since it's the first thing that happens before the story starts. But this is mostly various scenarios created in my head with inspiration from the show's storylines.
Word Count: 2,042
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. It all started with me wanting to get a very angry Sylar with full powers into a room alone with Elle, needless to say if she does what I think she might this Monday that chapter is going to jump into NC-17 territory. And, I Don't mean in a cute little Sylle way. Then of course there will be Mylar as the two work together again but not quite like in the old days. Enjoy!
Also posted at my haven, Fanfiction.net http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3914270/1/
Updates occur there first and foremost before it hits lj. Currently up to chapter 2 there.
After Mohinder was able to avoid what would have been a dire situation with Sylar at his apartment. He reported back to work the next day. It was another attempt on the murderer's part to take control over Mohinder and hurt young Molly in the process. Though he never thought he'd say it, there was nothing but gratitude felt for Elle and what she had done to help his makeshift family out.
Sylar was so sure that he could just come back and that there would be no opposition to his attempted reign of terror. When the two met, it was apparent that Elle just barely won this battle. Mohinder could only imagine the aftermath of their encounter. He scanned in his id card in at the front of the Company facility. A glance down the hall revealed that Bob was coming down to meet him as he got in. He grimly smiled and waved at Suresh, another ever-present file folder stuck under his arm. Mohinder nodded at the security official and placed his id back into his beaten tan wallet in his back pocket.
“Morning Dr. Suresh, I'm glad to see you back to work so soon after your....unfortunate incident. How is Molly doing?”
Sincerity laced Bob's voice as he put a hand on Mohinder's shoulder. His hooded eyes looked right into Mohinder's own as he waited for an answer he already had.
“She's fine. Ma-, Detective Parkman is with her now. How is Elle doing? I know she went up against him. Is she alright, did he hurt her much?”
Bob's face fell slightly as he turned away from Suresh and the two walked.
“Elle will be fine. She's being treated at another of our facilities. Sylar, did quite a number on her but she was very lucky in the outcome of that situation. So since she'll be out of commission for quite some time...you need a new partner.”
Every time Bob would say those words, Mohinder always felt the slightest twinge of regret in his chest. His partners had a nasty habit of having bad things happen to them. An occurrence that seemed to be following around anyone who Mohinder's life collided with. Niki had died from the virus and now Elle was in physical duress because of him. If only he could just work on his own as he preferred to anyway.
The two traveled down the long winding corridor than to a corner elevator. Bob took out a special key from his jacket pocket and together they headed down to the secret level of the facility. Mohinder had never actually been this far into the depths of the building. His security clearance, while high, never let him into many mysterious parts of the facility. A sprightly 'bing' sound and the heavy steel doors slide open to reveal a blindingly white hallway. Bob turned left and made a small motion for Mohinder to follow.
It wasn't quite clear why this area was kept so top-secret at first. But when Bob used his card to gain access to a door at the very end of the hallway, it became stunningly clear. It was a morgue. Or rather the kind you'd find in the basement of a hospital. White walls, florescent lights, and so many silver shiny drawers placed into the walls themselves. A swift motion, and Bob had that file folder out from under his arm and open in front of him. He adjusted his glasses as he read the different markings on the white stickers under drawer handles.
He hummed a small, monotone tune to himself as he tried to find the right one. A bit of a smile on his thin lips as he stopped in front of it. Mohinder was still taken aback at the utter abundance of the drawers, almost all were no doubt occupied. He was snapped back to attention by Bob's voice, a tone that was now all business.
“I know that you had some...moral quandaries after the Bennett situation. True, it did end in an unfortunate manner. But Dr. Suresh when you see what just the smallest amount of Claire Bennett's blood can do, you'll know that this is worth so much more than the collateral cost of one human life.”
At that, Bob went to a small mini-fridge in the corner of the room and retrieved a blood pack and then a syringe. He prepared the syringe himself with the blood that had been taken at the cost of Noah Bennett's life. Claire's blood was such an important asset to the Company that it was a cost of life that was worth it. Even Bob was nervous about the Company's latest acquisition in drawer 42-L. Every precaution had to be taken to handle this much better than the times it had been attempted in the past. A small sigh left his body, full of trepidation but he had to maintain his composure if only to be able to convince Mohinder, that this was the right way.
He turned back toward the other man and walked back to that drawer. His small clammy hand gripped the handle and slowly he pulled the drawer out, he held an arm out for Mohinder to take a few steps back. Before Mohinder could even take in the sight of it, the smell got to him first. Charred, burnt flesh and bone had a greasy, pungent smell that instantly brought tears to the man's soft amber eyes. Bob even gagged a little at the strength and insistence of the odor. Both men coughed and choked till they could at least somewhat stand it.
Mohinder opened his eyes and it didn't look like a body so much as it did just melted, crispy waste. Sure, the anatomy could be made out still, limbs and skull but just barely. It had no face instead it had layers upon layer of warped flesh. There was a soft click as the room's door closed back up and the Haitian stood there, arms crossed as if waiting for something to happen. Suresh wondered how it was that he had higher security clearance than himself.
Bob nodded at the Haitian who merely stood there, unmoving. He turned and gingerly handed the full syringe over to Suresh. It was best for Mohinder to do it, he thought so that he could get the full impact of what they were doing. Not to mention of course, if things went badly the blame could easily be shifted over to the good doctor.
“Alright Mohinder, just inject the whole thing till it's completely empty. When you're done I'd suggest stepping back and letting our friend here take over. After this, you can meet your new partner.”
Mohinder nodded and moved over the corpse. He stuck the needle in with a thick sickening squish sound into where the person's arm would have been. It was fascinating to watch the dark crimson liquid slosh around the tube then flow out. Nearly instantly as they all stared down at the tray, the body twitched. Every heart in the room, even the Haitian's flinched like the rest of their muscles of their body at the sight of it. As told to, Suresh went over the far corner of the room where Bob already stood.
The Haitian uncrossed his arms and held out his hand, waiting for the exact moment. Mohinder watched in amazement as what were easily beyond third-degree burns just started to vanish before his own eyes. Slowly, he could make out a body's shape once more. Pale skin, long limbs and then last but not least the man's face healed. A sheet covered the lower half of his body now that there was once more an actual anatomy to shield for the sake of some modesty. Mohinder knew that he could not be seeing what he thought he was as the facial features started to reappear, the hair to mend and re-grow.
He couldn't help but to step right next to the tray and stare aghast as that man was revealed. All color drained from his face as he gasped and looked over his shoulder then back at the man. His body was completely healed but his eyes were still closed, lips parted just slightly. It mesmerized Mohinder to watch the color slowly blush back into Sylar's cheeks and lips. Suddenly, a hoarse gasp as Sylar bolted upright and slammed his hand over Mohinder's wrist.
Frantic eyes darted around the room and his other hand went to his own heart, once again it beat. He remembered that little blonde bitch using her ability on him and everything went stark white then black. A confused rage boiled within as he glared at Suresh, the man's skin always felt so warm no matter what the situation. He glanced around at the hostile, unfamiliar surroundings and raised his right hand from chest out to protect himself. However the Haitian soon intervened.
After a hell of a struggle on Sylar's behalf, the Haitian was able to take him down. The unconscious murderer lay there, still, his fingers slowly fell from Mohinder's wrist as his arm slumped down to his side. His naked chest rose with each soft breath as Mohinder moved quickly towards Bob.
“What the Hell do you think you're doing?!”
Mohinder slammed his smooth hands onto Bob's shirt collar and pushed the man backward into the blank wall. His small glasses shook from the impact as he held his arms to his sides and glanced calmly into Mohinder's eyes.
“Dr. Suresh, please I know this is rather...unexpected for you to deal with. But there's something you need to understand. That man, is an extremely valuable asset to this Company. He just needs a few, adjustments is all. Which is something that I'm putting you in charge of. You and the Haitian are going to oversee Gabriel Gray's treatments and re-education over the next couple of months. I'm sure you know more than ever how dangerous this man can be when his potential is left...unfocused. However, it makes you the ideal candidate to lead his training and to later on when he's ready be paired up with him.”
His mouth completely agape in shock and revulsion, Mohinder stepped away from Bob. How could this man ask him to do this? Was he completely insane? Even worse, why did he feel the slightest pang of pity for the man who was responsible for the deaths of the Herrera siblings. For the deaths of countless others and many more lives shattered and ruined. Mohinder sighed as he spoke.
“So...he's my new partner?”
Bob straightened his bland, gray jacket as he looked at Mohinder.
“Yes. It's Company policy Mohinder, you know that. One of us and of them.”
Being the only person in the room without some sort of inborn ability certainly made Mohinder feel like the 'them' in that statement. As he glanced at the man laying not quite peaceably on the table, his eyes were too tight and his muscles too tense for that, he thought about what the next couple months of both their lives would be like.
“How is it going to work? What are you going to do to him?”
Bob stepped forward and peered down at Sylar. He tilted his head just so as he knew that with this man, the Company could once again be a true force to be reckoned with.
“First, we'll have to move him before he wakes up again. Slide that gurney over here Suresh. We'll hold him in Monroe's old cell while he's here. We'll start treatments right away with suppression pills since the Haitian can't do his thing properly until the man is powerless once more.”
Mohinder rolled the gurney over to the pulled-out drawer and with some effort he and the Haitian lifted the tall, broad -shouldered man over to it. They left down the twisty hallways of the building. Sylar was given some clothes that Mohinder himself put on him, a gray t-shirt and gray pants, and was left alone. No one would want to be near him when the man came to again.