watchmakersylar: (Happy - Carny)
“Are you sure I won’t get in trouble, Sylar?” Will sat next to me as I untangled the Christmas lights from the spool.

“Why would you get in trouble? She knows that Gabe and I are teaching you. It’s just telekinesis.” Not as if I’m teaching you how to carve open a skull because I’m pretty sure Scully and Mulder would find a way to permanently remove my balls for that.

“Now let me show you how it’s done.” Taking the end of the lights, I started using my telekinesis to string them around the branches. “Now it’s your turn.”

The Drabble Meme
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for [livejournal.com profile] 1breath

I wrapped the book with the utmost care, making sure that the tape didn’t stick to the leather cover or any of the well worn pages. It wasn’t in the best of shape, but I think that added to its charm. I hoped Scully would like it.

As I made my way to her office at Mercy Heights, I hoped the antiseptic smell of the hospital would hide the smell of the old book. I didn’t know if she was the type to open now, or if she’d want to wait until she got home.

“Dana?” I poked my head in, and she smiled at me, taking off her glasses and motioning me inside. “Happy Birthday.”

“Gabriel.” She’s the only one who calls me that anymore, and I don’t mind it at all. Although when Gabe is with me, I’m Sylar. “I didn’t know you knew.”

“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t know your birthday?” I handed her the book. It was so big in her small hands. “You can open it now if you like.” Please.

“It would drive you crazy if I said I should bring it home, wouldn’t it?” She teased pulling out her letter opener to carefully slice the tape.

“You know me so well. Besides, it’s something that you’ll want to keep here.” I sat down and waited while she peeled off the wrapping paper.

“Gabriel. This is not an 1859 Gray’s Anatomy. It must have cost you a fortune.” She was thrilled. She could chastise me for spending so much all she wanted, but I didn’t care.

“Yes it is, and it’s now yours. It wasn’t that expensive. It’s not in the best of shape. I could have found a better copy, but I thought you’d appreciate one that was actually used by doctors and students over the years to help people.”

“Looks like you know me well too. Thank you, Gabriel.”
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For those of you who have Twitter, Scully [livejournal.com profile] 1breath and I are going to live tweet 4 serial killer episodes of the X-Files .

If you are interested in joining in the fun, you can follow me on Twitter @scully_1breath and @thewatchmaker.

These are the episodes Scully picked out for us to watch.

Wednesday 1.6 4pm PST-
Tooms (Season One)
Irresistible (Season Two)

Thursday 1.7 4pm PST -
Grotesque (Season Three)
Pusher (Season Three)
watchmakersylar: (Sylar and Scully BW)
Title: Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Claim: Gabriel Gray/Dana Scully - Heroes/XFiles
Theme: Grey
Theme Set: Colors Set 6
Chapter List and Prompt Table
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: I'm pretty sure there's going to be considerable mind f'cking.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing Sylar and Scully. They don't belong to me.
Chapter: 5/7

Grey

I’d been playing the good boy for so long that I was starting to worry that I was turning into the mask. But the more Dr. Scully told me about her son, the more I knew I had to meet him. Even more than that, I knew that I had to save him. I couldn’t let them put a chip in his head like they did to me. William might not be able to reprogram it the way that I had. I couldn’t allow that.

Of course I still had no idea how powerful little William might be, but today was the day. Scully was going to take me outside. She was going to let me meet her son. Someone normal would have been thrilled to be going outside after living underground for six months of rehabilitation. But I haven’t been normal in a very long time.

Standing in front of the mirror in my room, I ran my razor over my jaw. I’d have preferred a straight blade, but there was no way my keepers would allow me to have one of those. So there was still a shadow of my beard no matter how hard I tried using the dull plastic disposable. As I washed off my face in the sink, I smiled at my reflection.

“You look happy Gabriel,” Scully said from behind me as she came through the door. She was dressed for the outside world too, no lab coat or scrubs today. She really was very pretty, probably more so because she didn’t try to be.

“Shouldn’t I be?” I felt a surge of panic. “Did they change their mind? Aren’t we going out?”

“No, no we’re going out.” She placed her hands on my arm to offer me her reassurance. There was no sexual tension between us. But I’d been doing my best to convince her that I was her friend. “I wouldn’t let them do something like that to you. You’ve worked so hard. I just wish…”

“I know,” I smiled down at her. “I wish I didn’t have to come back too. But it’ll be good to see the sky. Maybe if I’m good they’ll let me go out again soon.”

The ride in the elevator up to the surface seemed to take days. I could taste the warmth of the sun on my tongue growing stronger with each inch we rose. Four well muscled guards flanked Scully and I. They were all different. Three of them were so much stronger than a normal human. I didn’t know what the fourth guard could do, but then I’d never tested that one.

“You’ll need these.” Scully slid a pair of sunglasses into my hands.

“Thank you Dana,” I said as I put them on. I closed my eyes until I felt the fresh air hit my face after the long walk across the lobby. Opening them slowly, I took my first look at the new world. Sadly the sky was overcast and gray. “Well at least it’s not raining.”
watchmakersylar: (Sylar and Scully)
Title: Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Claim: Gabriel Gray/Dana Scully - Heroes/XFiles
Theme: Green with Envy
Theme Set: Colors Set 6
Chapter List and Prompt Table
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: I'm pretty sure there's going to be considerable mind f'cking.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing Sylar and Scully. They don't belong to me.
Chapter: 4/7

Tangerine

Weeks had passed. I had to dig under my hair to find the outline of the scar on my scalp from my surgery. Beneath it, I could hear the hum of the circuits in the chip they had placed within my brain. I was glad it was noisy. If it had been silent, I might never have figured out how to manipulate it and change it to suit my needs. I’d had to be so very careful to make sure the signals the Company computers sent it were still received and that the signals that it sent out all went where they were supposed to go. But I’d been able to override its programming.

That was why I’d agreed to the procedure to begin with, not that I’d really had a choice. I knew that no matter what Dr. Scully said that they’d kill me if I didn’t go along with their experiment. I wasn’t the first to be chipped, but I had no doubt I was the most dangerous. I also had no doubt that I was the only one of the dozens of metahumans in the facility to have circumvented their toy. Now it reported back what I wanted it to, and none of their power inhibiting messages affected my brain.

With a sly smile, I watched as the tangerine on my tray rocked slowly back and forth. If I’d wanted to, I could have sent it careening around the ward like a tennis ball fired from a cannon. But just watching it rock gently was enough. Fine motor control had been required to reconfigure the chip, so I knew I could handle the small stuff like the tangerine, but before I escaped I was going to have to relearn to control so many more of my abilities.

“Good morning Gabriel,” Doctor Scully said suddenly appearing besides my table.

“Good morning, Dr. Scully,” I answered as I drove my thumbnail under the tangerine’s flesh. She’d nearly surprised me enough to lose control of my powers. I couldn’t have that. If Scully suspected that I was out of their control, she’d sign the orders to have me put down like a rabid dog. I couldn’t blame her either. I’d have ordered my death day one if I’d been in charge. Keeping me alive was the biggest mistake the Company could make – again. “How was your weekend? Is your little boy doing well?”

“William is doing fine. Thanks for asking.” Scully looked at her hands as I tore off a section of the fruit and popped it into my mouth.

“So he’s stopped showing any of his special abilities then?”

“I’m afraid not. I’m hoping that if the chip works for you, that it will work for William too. But you’re doing so well that it really is only a matter of time before he can be cured.”

“I’m happy that I’ve been able to help your son, doctor.” She’d told me about her son’s gifts, and how it was because of him that she’d started working for the Company. Scully hoped that a chip like mine would make her son just like everybody else. I couldn’t understand why anyone would want that. “I’d like to meet him someday. Do you think that would be possible?”
watchmakersylar: (Sylar and Scully BW)
Title: Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Claim: Gabriel Gray/Dana Scully - Heroes/XFiles
Theme: Green with Envy
Theme Set: Colors Set 6
Chapter List and Prompt Table
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: I'm pretty sure there's going to be considerable mind f'cking.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing Sylar and Scully. They don't belong to me.
Chapter: 3/7

Green with Envy
She led me into the day room of the hospital. Dr. Scully insisted it wasn’t a jail. But I knew better. The shackles that bound my wrists and ankles told me just how much of a prison it was. I was thankful to be out of the straightjacket though, even happier to be out of my room. She’d made sure I could have a real shower too, with only a few attendants ready to hit me with a taser if I was bad. It felt good to be cleaned, shaved and to have my hair out of my eyes.

“Why don’t we sit by the windows Gabriel?” Scully said, placing her hand on the crook of my arm. If she’d slid it through it would have looked like we were on some bizarre date.

“I’d like that,” I answered her. My eyes kept being drawn from her face to look at the other inmates. Most of them had been drugged into oblivion. I could see the telltale scars of invasive surgery on their skulls as well. A few looked at me with hatred in their eyes, but I’d never seen any of them before. “Are they all like me here?”

“Some, although no one is exactly like you are they Gabriel?” She said with a sad smile.

“I hope not,” I said it before I could stop myself. But it was no secret to Dr. Scully that I liked being special. “I can’t see it. See what makes them special. The chip won’t let me. I used to be able to see it all. Where their brains were different, what made them more than human, but it’s gone now.”

“How do you feel about that Gabriel,” she asked as she sat across from me. “Do you miss it?”

“I won’t lie to you Dr. Scully.” I looked into her face, seeing my reflection in the blue of her eyes. “I miss it. But I am tired of being a prisoner. I want to be free. I might even envy them, because they are out here in the ward without all the guards that you have on me.”

And I had so many guards. Four of them were within earshot of our supposedly private conversation. I always smiled when Scully told me that our chats were confidential. I knew she wouldn’t be gossiping about my revelations, but the guards and orderlies didn’t have an oath that they’d sworn to like she had. I knew they talked about me all the time too, since the chip didn’t seem capable of blocking my enhanced hearing.

“Your rehabilitation is going quite well Gabriel. It really should only be a matter of time before you’ve earned some more freedom.”

“Yes, but I will never be allowed to leave this place.” Glancing out the window, I looked at the potted houseplants and greenhouse lights that they used to pretend that we were on the surface, and not several dozen feet underground. “Although I do have to thank you for not letting them dissect me like some frog.”

She opened her mouth to say they wouldn’t have done that but closed it without saying a word. We both knew what they would do with me if I didn’t tow the Company line. “What would you like to talk about today Gabriel?”

“Why don’t we talk about you doctor? Tell me how you ended up working for the Company instead of the FBI.” The surprised look on her face was priceless. I tapped my ear. “I heard them talk about you long before you came into my room. But I’d rather hear the real story from you.”
watchmakersylar: (Sylar and Scully)
Title: Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Claim: Gabriel Gray/Dana Scully - Heroes/XFiles
Theme: Vermillion
Theme Set: Colors Set 6
Chapter List and Prompt Table
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: I'm pretty sure there's going to be considerable mind f'cking.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing Sylar and Scully. They don't belong to me.
Chapter: 2/7

Vermillion
“It was a busy day Mr. Gray,” Dr. Scully answered her blue eyes still going over the reports that my daytime handlers had made. Scully was almost always too busy to come see me during the day. It was a shame. I kind of liked her, but it did give me something to look forward to. “How are you feeling?”

“The same,” I answered keeping my voice bland. Never kept eye contact with her for long, I didn’t want her to see inside of my head. “I’ve done everything they asked of me. I’ve been very well behaved.”

You’d be proud of me Dr. Scully. I’ve been good, just like a dog from the pound that’s too desperate to risk losing your affection, so I have jumped through hoops, fetched the ball and didn’t piss on the rug. I’m a good dog doctor. Now why don’t you give me a treat?

“Yes I can see that. Your reports look very good. Is there any discomfort?” She approached me with a confident step. Scully never looked like she was afraid of me. There was no trepidation as she looked over the vermillion scar on the side of my head. “This seems to be healing well. Has it stopped itching?”

“It’s been better now. Thank you for having them give me the Benadryl. I know you were worried that it would interfere with my other meds.” The itching had near driven me mad. I’d been forced to rub my scalp against the walls since my hands were bound up in the straight jacket or in bindings most of the time. “Do you know if it’s working yet?”

“We won’t know until we do some tests Mr. Gray.” Scully sat down on the edge of the bed. They didn’t let me have a chair in the room. I could use a chair for a weapon. I had blinded one of them with one when they’d first captured me. Using my telekinesis I’d sent it careening legs first to put out his eyes. I had to hit him twice of course. “Tomorrow they’ll bring you down to the lab and start testing it.”

“I hope it works soon Doctor.” I leaned against the cool cinderblock wall. If you looked carefully you could still see some of my blood in the nooks and crannies, but they had done as good a job as they could to clean it. “I want to go outside again. I miss the world.”

“You do realize that even if the chip controls your powers Gabriel.” I watched with hooded eyes as she reached out to touch the back of my wrist. It was a brief brush of her fingertips, almost too light to feel. “You may not be able to go free. You killed a lot of people.”

“I know.” I looked down at my lap. “But I’m trying to be better. May I have some more pudding now? Please?”
watchmakersylar: (Sylar and Scully)
[livejournal.com profile] 7_crossovers Prompt Set #6 - Colours
Author: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes/X Files
Claim: Gabriel Gray/Dana Scully
1. Black & White
2. Vermilion
3. Green with Envy
4. Tangerine
5. Grey
6. Silver
7. Ultramarine
Progress: 5/7
watchmakersylar: (Sylar and Scully BW)
Title: Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Claim: Gabriel Gray/Dana Scully - Heroes/XFiles
Theme: Black & White
Theme Set: Colors Set 6
Chapter List and Prompt Table
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: I'm pretty sure there's going to be considerable mind f'cking.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing Sylar and Scully. They don't belong to me.
Chapter: 1/7

Pudding. It was always pudding for dessert. At least it was chocolate today, but it would have been nice is someone had actually made it. Nothing says home cooking like peeling a cardboard, plastic, and aluminum foil cover from a plastic cup to make you feel loved. But then in this place, with its ugly black and white tiled floor, they probably used the empty pudding cups for specimens.

They'd taken enough for me to make another me. Now there was a thought that made even me shudder. The world does not need two Sylars. One was quite enough. Which didn't mean that I didn't still want to look inside of Peter Petrelli's head to see how he worked. I just didn't say that out loud. So far the Company didn't have anyone coming into my cell to read my mind. They just came in armed to the gills with the Haitian keeping me helpless to pump me full of drugs and take more samples. The bruises on my elbows made me look like a junkie from all the needle tracks.

It had taken me a while to learn to adapt to the drugs, but little by little they really didn't do anything to me anymore. I was relaxed, and I slept like the dead. But considering my nightmares that wasn't always a bad thing. I didn't mind not dreaming about my mother at all. I'd practice moving little things with my mind, like the buckles on my straight jacket. Never anything they could see from all the cameras. It was the only one of my powers I risked practicing. Any of the others would lead to detection, and I'm sure that by now that would lead to dissection.

"Can I have some more pudding?" I asked my attendant. "I really like the chocolate."

"Let me ask Dr. Scully," he said. His name was Charlie. He was nice to me, not like the other ones. It took all the control I had not to tear the other ones apart. But if I did that, they would know. She would know, and I wouldn't be safe anymore. As long as I was here, Petrelli couldn't kill me.

"How are you this evening Mr. Gray?" As if on cue my pretty doctor came in. Her hair was like the sunsets I couldn't see anymore. My cell had no windows, and even if it did I was too far underground to see anything but Morlocks. "It's all right Charlie. Gabriel can have some more pudding."

"Thank you doctor," I smiled at her. "How was your day Dana?"

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