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Character: Sylar, Parkman, BAU members Reid and Morgan
Fandom: Heroes and Criminal Minds
Word count: 1817
Rating: R mentions of graphic violence
Prompt: Giles: Our task now is to determine what sort of killer we are dealing with. Quite clearly, we're looking for a depraved, sadistic animal.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Part 2 of ?
Part One
Parkman didn’t feel good. His stomach felt like the world’s largest rubber band ball. He wanted to put down the window to get some fresh air, but the buttons in the backseat of the Fed’s SUV didn’t work. He couldn’t unlock the door either.
“Get used to it, buddy,” Sylar said with a bright smile as he leaned over to play with the buttons on Parkman’s door. “It’ll be just like this when they bring you in for the murders. Of course they’ll have you in handcuffs too, and god wouldn’t it be cool if they put you in leg irons too? Can’t wait to see it.”
“You’ll be stuck with me, asshole,” it came out in a whisper as Parkman ducked his face, holding his cell phone to his ear, pretending he was having a conversation with a real person. It worked pretty well at the station so far, but he knew sooner or later someone would notice the phone wasn’t calling out. He hoped like hell Dr. Reid and SSA Morgan weren’t the ones to notice.
“And the difference between that and now would be? Oh I know! No diaper changes at two, three and four am. Yeah that would be a big loss. Of course I’d miss Janice. She’s so very affectionate when you’re asleep. Did I tell you about the b…”
“Shut up!” Parkman snapped the phone shut, his hands shaking as he caught the concerned looks from Morgan in the rearview.
“Couldn’t these Feds be like the typical lazy ass FBI agents you’re used to, Parkman? Remember Hansen? She was a moron, thinking Ted was me.”
“I’m having some trouble at home.” He left it at that, slipping the phone back in his pocket, and slid down in his seat. He didn’t want to go to the crime scene. He was terrified he’d leave a footprint that matched the ones already at the scene. Knowing that Sylar had been killing people while he was asleep terrified him.
“You know, Matthew, it’s pretty shitty of you to blame your problems on Janice. She’s trying to be a good wife to you, and you’re such a loser as a husband. What’s sad is that I’ve never had a real relationship in my life, but I would have been a better husband than you are.”
“Sorry to hear about that, Detective,” Morgan said his mouth curling into a small sad smile. “The life is hard on marriages.”
Sylar sat in silence for the rest of the drive, ignoring Parkman which made the lump in the cop’s stomach twist more. He hated the helplessness. All Parkman wanted to do was live a happy life and to help people.
Morgan parked the SUV with the front wheels up on the curb and the backend out in the street. He and Reid slipped off their seatbelts and dropped out of the car. Parkman unhooked his belt, grateful to finally be free of the vehicles confines when his door unlocked. He wanted to drink in gulps of fresh air and kiss the ground at his feet. He’d never been claustrophobic, but the longer the serial killer was in his head the worse all his subtle phobias were getting.
Parkman glanced around the area. He’d never been to the house, but there was a nagging little piece of his mind that knew he had been there. Sylar was right. If he thought about it hard enough, he’d break through the wall between their memories, and he’d be able to see what his body had done while he wasn’t running the show. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small bottle of aspirin and popped a trio of them into his mouth and dry swallowed them.
“Headache, detective?” Reid asked, looking up from investigating a footprint that had been marked with a bright yellow marker as evidence.
“Yeah, it’s my blood pressure. I get some really bad ones.” Parkman nearly choked on the caffeine pills he’d just taken from the Excedrin bottle. “Especially when it’s hot.”
“And I’ve been fucking with you so much.” Sylar leaned over the scrawny kid. “I like this one. If I was in my body, I bet we could have some great conversations. He’d be much better company than you are, Parkman. Did you see how fast he can read? All the information that must be swimming around in his head, I wonder if he’s one of us.”
“You would wonder that wouldn’t you,” Parkman mumbled while Morgan and Reid discussed the evidence. “You’d love nothing better than to rip his head open and go dumpster diving in his brain.”
“No, not really. I would enjoy having someone intelligent to talk to for a change. I’m quite brilliant when I’m not constricted by your brain’s limitations. Being stuck in you is like trying to drive a skateboard when you’re used to driving the Space Shuttle.” Sylar stepped closer to Parkman, his lips right against his ear then shouted. “It sucks!”
When Parkman jumped, Sylar snickered and sauntered off to explore more of his handy work. “Parkman, tell them to come over here. They missed a spot!”
“Is there something over there, Detective Parkman?” Morgan asked, noticing Parkman’s attention and tapped Reid on the shoulder.
“I thought I saw something in the bushes.” Like an imaginary serial killer who is using my body to kill people and set me up.
“I’ll be right over here while you get fitted for the extra, extra, extra large straitjacket, Parkman,” Sylar said with a shit eating grin.
“What is that?” Morgan asked as Reid pulled a scrap of paper out of the dead and dying rose bushes that filled the bed under the living room window of Roy’s house.
Reid held the paper to his nose and wrinkled it. “I think it’s a baby wipe. As far as we know the victim didn’t have a child. There are more footprints too. Morgan, this might be from the UNSUB. He might have a kid.”
“I know it’s disgusting to ask, but is it used?” Morgan looked disgusted as he held an evidence bag for Reid to carefully bag the baby wipe. “We could get DNA off it if it is.”
“Son of a bitch,” Parkman said, feeling the world close in around him.
“How about that, Parkman?” Sylar asked, sitting on the steps of the house with his long legs stretched out before him. “Didn’t you and Janice have DNA run on Matty to prove his paternity, and the cops have you on file anyway, right?”
“Yeah, Derek,” Reid said with a grin of his own. “It looks like it’s used. We might have the UNSUB’s DNA.”
Parkman’s vision sparkled, spots floating before his eyes. He hit the ground hard. He came too with an oxygen mask pressed over his face and found a paramedic looking down at him with concern filled eyes.
“He’s awake,” the paramedic called out to the FBI agents, and Morgan came over.
“Parkman, you gave us quite a scare. Reid thought you might be having a heart attack.”
“No, I’m fine,” Sylar said, in complete control of Parkman’s body. “The heat got to me. I really need to lose a few dozen pounds.” He tried to sit up, but found himself strapped to the gurney. “I’m fine. You can let me go.”
“We should take you in, Detective,” the EMT insisted. “You had an episode.”
“What I have is an 18 month old at home, high blood pressure, and a job that makes me wear a suit and tie when it’s in the 90s.” He touched Parkman’s power and pushed his will on the EMT. “You want to let me go. I’m fine. You don’t even have to file a report.”
“God dammit!” Parkman swore at the guy. “Don’t listen to him. Stop using my power you, son of a bitch!”
The paramedic looked at Morgan and Reid, then over at his partner. “He’s fine. I’m going to cut you loose, but be sure to see your doctor, Detective. You’re obviously exhausted, and you’ve got a little boy who needs his father.”
“Yeah, I’ve been a complete moron.” Sylar kept the shit eating grin off his face when they let him go. He dusted off his clothes, rolled his sleeves down, and stripped off his tie. He waited beside Reid and Morgan while the paramedics closed us shop. “I really appreciate this guys. My wife would kill me, and we can’t afford for me to be off work. We just got back together, and things are still a little fragile.”
“They do not need to know my life story, Sylar!” Parkman growled, then paced over the crime scene. “What are you going to do now? They’ve got Matty’s DNA on that! What’s your fucking master plan, Mr. Evil Genius?”
Sylar winked at Parkman then turned to Reid and Morgan. “Did you call in about the baby wipe?”
“No, we didn’t have a chance. We were about to when you collapsed,” Morgan answered. “We haven’t officially entered it into the evidence.”
“Good.” Sylar pulled on all of Parkman’s power, pushing into Reid and Morgan’s minds. It wasn’t easy. They weren’t stupid. They weren’t weak minded either, but Parkman’s ability was amazing when it was used to its full potential. “Give me the baby wipe, and you both forget you ever saw it. You found nothing in the rose bushes.”
“Oh thank god!” Parkman bent over, clutching his knees and took deep breaths.
“Shame you didn’t have the balls to use it, isn’t it?” Sylar asked Parkman with a sneer. “You are a waste of DNA. I can’t wait to get my body and take this ability from you. So here’s the way it’s going to go, Parkman. We’re going to find someone to take the blame for you, or I make sure they find more evidence to link you to all the murders. I’ll cover your considerable ass as soon as you tell me where my fucking body is.”
“I don’t know where it is.” Parkman threw up his arms and scrubbed at his haggard face.
“You’re lying. I might not have my abilities, but I have yours. I know you’re lying. Now tell me the truth, or I make them remember Matty’s little deposit slip.”
“Nathan Petrelli! Angela made me shove you out of your body. I forced you to think you’re Nathan Petrelli. Your body’s in Washington, DC.”
Sylar felt his rage roar through Parkman’s body. The heart pounding and beating erratically enough that he was afraid he was going to actually have a heart attack. He knew that if he blacked out that Parkman could take control again.
“Thank you. I knew you could be reasoned with. We find someone to take the blame for these kills, and then you and I are going to Washington. I want my body back.”
Fandom: Heroes and Criminal Minds
Word count: 1817
Rating: R mentions of graphic violence
Prompt: Giles: Our task now is to determine what sort of killer we are dealing with. Quite clearly, we're looking for a depraved, sadistic animal.
scifi_muses Part 2 of ?
Part One
Parkman didn’t feel good. His stomach felt like the world’s largest rubber band ball. He wanted to put down the window to get some fresh air, but the buttons in the backseat of the Fed’s SUV didn’t work. He couldn’t unlock the door either.
“Get used to it, buddy,” Sylar said with a bright smile as he leaned over to play with the buttons on Parkman’s door. “It’ll be just like this when they bring you in for the murders. Of course they’ll have you in handcuffs too, and god wouldn’t it be cool if they put you in leg irons too? Can’t wait to see it.”
“You’ll be stuck with me, asshole,” it came out in a whisper as Parkman ducked his face, holding his cell phone to his ear, pretending he was having a conversation with a real person. It worked pretty well at the station so far, but he knew sooner or later someone would notice the phone wasn’t calling out. He hoped like hell Dr. Reid and SSA Morgan weren’t the ones to notice.
“And the difference between that and now would be? Oh I know! No diaper changes at two, three and four am. Yeah that would be a big loss. Of course I’d miss Janice. She’s so very affectionate when you’re asleep. Did I tell you about the b…”
“Shut up!” Parkman snapped the phone shut, his hands shaking as he caught the concerned looks from Morgan in the rearview.
“Couldn’t these Feds be like the typical lazy ass FBI agents you’re used to, Parkman? Remember Hansen? She was a moron, thinking Ted was me.”
“I’m having some trouble at home.” He left it at that, slipping the phone back in his pocket, and slid down in his seat. He didn’t want to go to the crime scene. He was terrified he’d leave a footprint that matched the ones already at the scene. Knowing that Sylar had been killing people while he was asleep terrified him.
“You know, Matthew, it’s pretty shitty of you to blame your problems on Janice. She’s trying to be a good wife to you, and you’re such a loser as a husband. What’s sad is that I’ve never had a real relationship in my life, but I would have been a better husband than you are.”
“Sorry to hear about that, Detective,” Morgan said his mouth curling into a small sad smile. “The life is hard on marriages.”
Sylar sat in silence for the rest of the drive, ignoring Parkman which made the lump in the cop’s stomach twist more. He hated the helplessness. All Parkman wanted to do was live a happy life and to help people.
Morgan parked the SUV with the front wheels up on the curb and the backend out in the street. He and Reid slipped off their seatbelts and dropped out of the car. Parkman unhooked his belt, grateful to finally be free of the vehicles confines when his door unlocked. He wanted to drink in gulps of fresh air and kiss the ground at his feet. He’d never been claustrophobic, but the longer the serial killer was in his head the worse all his subtle phobias were getting.
Parkman glanced around the area. He’d never been to the house, but there was a nagging little piece of his mind that knew he had been there. Sylar was right. If he thought about it hard enough, he’d break through the wall between their memories, and he’d be able to see what his body had done while he wasn’t running the show. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small bottle of aspirin and popped a trio of them into his mouth and dry swallowed them.
“Headache, detective?” Reid asked, looking up from investigating a footprint that had been marked with a bright yellow marker as evidence.
“Yeah, it’s my blood pressure. I get some really bad ones.” Parkman nearly choked on the caffeine pills he’d just taken from the Excedrin bottle. “Especially when it’s hot.”
“And I’ve been fucking with you so much.” Sylar leaned over the scrawny kid. “I like this one. If I was in my body, I bet we could have some great conversations. He’d be much better company than you are, Parkman. Did you see how fast he can read? All the information that must be swimming around in his head, I wonder if he’s one of us.”
“You would wonder that wouldn’t you,” Parkman mumbled while Morgan and Reid discussed the evidence. “You’d love nothing better than to rip his head open and go dumpster diving in his brain.”
“No, not really. I would enjoy having someone intelligent to talk to for a change. I’m quite brilliant when I’m not constricted by your brain’s limitations. Being stuck in you is like trying to drive a skateboard when you’re used to driving the Space Shuttle.” Sylar stepped closer to Parkman, his lips right against his ear then shouted. “It sucks!”
When Parkman jumped, Sylar snickered and sauntered off to explore more of his handy work. “Parkman, tell them to come over here. They missed a spot!”
“Is there something over there, Detective Parkman?” Morgan asked, noticing Parkman’s attention and tapped Reid on the shoulder.
“I thought I saw something in the bushes.” Like an imaginary serial killer who is using my body to kill people and set me up.
“I’ll be right over here while you get fitted for the extra, extra, extra large straitjacket, Parkman,” Sylar said with a shit eating grin.
“What is that?” Morgan asked as Reid pulled a scrap of paper out of the dead and dying rose bushes that filled the bed under the living room window of Roy’s house.
Reid held the paper to his nose and wrinkled it. “I think it’s a baby wipe. As far as we know the victim didn’t have a child. There are more footprints too. Morgan, this might be from the UNSUB. He might have a kid.”
“I know it’s disgusting to ask, but is it used?” Morgan looked disgusted as he held an evidence bag for Reid to carefully bag the baby wipe. “We could get DNA off it if it is.”
“Son of a bitch,” Parkman said, feeling the world close in around him.
“How about that, Parkman?” Sylar asked, sitting on the steps of the house with his long legs stretched out before him. “Didn’t you and Janice have DNA run on Matty to prove his paternity, and the cops have you on file anyway, right?”
“Yeah, Derek,” Reid said with a grin of his own. “It looks like it’s used. We might have the UNSUB’s DNA.”
Parkman’s vision sparkled, spots floating before his eyes. He hit the ground hard. He came too with an oxygen mask pressed over his face and found a paramedic looking down at him with concern filled eyes.
“He’s awake,” the paramedic called out to the FBI agents, and Morgan came over.
“Parkman, you gave us quite a scare. Reid thought you might be having a heart attack.”
“No, I’m fine,” Sylar said, in complete control of Parkman’s body. “The heat got to me. I really need to lose a few dozen pounds.” He tried to sit up, but found himself strapped to the gurney. “I’m fine. You can let me go.”
“We should take you in, Detective,” the EMT insisted. “You had an episode.”
“What I have is an 18 month old at home, high blood pressure, and a job that makes me wear a suit and tie when it’s in the 90s.” He touched Parkman’s power and pushed his will on the EMT. “You want to let me go. I’m fine. You don’t even have to file a report.”
“God dammit!” Parkman swore at the guy. “Don’t listen to him. Stop using my power you, son of a bitch!”
The paramedic looked at Morgan and Reid, then over at his partner. “He’s fine. I’m going to cut you loose, but be sure to see your doctor, Detective. You’re obviously exhausted, and you’ve got a little boy who needs his father.”
“Yeah, I’ve been a complete moron.” Sylar kept the shit eating grin off his face when they let him go. He dusted off his clothes, rolled his sleeves down, and stripped off his tie. He waited beside Reid and Morgan while the paramedics closed us shop. “I really appreciate this guys. My wife would kill me, and we can’t afford for me to be off work. We just got back together, and things are still a little fragile.”
“They do not need to know my life story, Sylar!” Parkman growled, then paced over the crime scene. “What are you going to do now? They’ve got Matty’s DNA on that! What’s your fucking master plan, Mr. Evil Genius?”
Sylar winked at Parkman then turned to Reid and Morgan. “Did you call in about the baby wipe?”
“No, we didn’t have a chance. We were about to when you collapsed,” Morgan answered. “We haven’t officially entered it into the evidence.”
“Good.” Sylar pulled on all of Parkman’s power, pushing into Reid and Morgan’s minds. It wasn’t easy. They weren’t stupid. They weren’t weak minded either, but Parkman’s ability was amazing when it was used to its full potential. “Give me the baby wipe, and you both forget you ever saw it. You found nothing in the rose bushes.”
“Oh thank god!” Parkman bent over, clutching his knees and took deep breaths.
“Shame you didn’t have the balls to use it, isn’t it?” Sylar asked Parkman with a sneer. “You are a waste of DNA. I can’t wait to get my body and take this ability from you. So here’s the way it’s going to go, Parkman. We’re going to find someone to take the blame for you, or I make sure they find more evidence to link you to all the murders. I’ll cover your considerable ass as soon as you tell me where my fucking body is.”
“I don’t know where it is.” Parkman threw up his arms and scrubbed at his haggard face.
“You’re lying. I might not have my abilities, but I have yours. I know you’re lying. Now tell me the truth, or I make them remember Matty’s little deposit slip.”
“Nathan Petrelli! Angela made me shove you out of your body. I forced you to think you’re Nathan Petrelli. Your body’s in Washington, DC.”
Sylar felt his rage roar through Parkman’s body. The heart pounding and beating erratically enough that he was afraid he was going to actually have a heart attack. He knew that if he blacked out that Parkman could take control again.
“Thank you. I knew you could be reasoned with. We find someone to take the blame for these kills, and then you and I are going to Washington. I want my body back.”
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Date: 2010-08-11 03:46 pm (UTC)From:Also, heading out...should read this when I get back online. ^_^
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