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Character: Sylar, Mohinder and Dale Smithers
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 805
Rating: PG - Sylar swears a lot
Prompt: #50 Mistaken Identity for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Ya Ya: Listen to the rhythm. Don't be scared. forscifi_muses
Notes: Missing scene from Unexpected.
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“This has been an incredible day, Zane. Thank you so much for coming with me. You were right when you said Dale would be more receptive to speaking to me if I brought you with me.” I looked up from my pie to find Mohinder still talking. I’d tuned him out focusing on the glistening sugary goop that was smothering the slivers of golden peaches trapped within the flaky crust. It was a beautiful pie, and I wanted nothing more than to spend the next half hour worshiping each bite as a gift from god. But oh no, I had to listen to Mohinder Suresh prattle on and on about his father’s research or his work.
Mohinder, you fucking moron, I was your father’s research. Taking one more bite of heaven, I slowly licked a bit of the filling from the corner of my mouth as I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have to worry about Mohinder seeing my eyes. He was too busy watching my tongue. I had his number. He liked me. Well he liked Zane, and who was I not use that to my advantage. As long as Mohinder thought he could get something out of me, I’d be useful, whether that was my being a special to talk to other specials or his wanting in my pants. He was so much like his father. I’d been able to use Chandra too.
“Zane? You were a million miles away.” I was thinking of the poetic justice of snapping Mohinder’s neck in exactly the same way I had his father’s when he reached over and touched the back of my hand.
“No, Mohinder. I was at the most a thousand.” Back in New York on a stormy night, in the backseat of your cab, reaching over the seat, grabbing a fistful of your hair and twisting your neck until it snapped like a pan of Jiffy Pop. I shared the big smile that gave me, and I could tell he liked that too. That’s right Mohinder, I’m smiling for you. He was driving me nuts. He was never going to shut up. If he didn’t stop soon, I’d have to kill him, and that would ruin my plans.
“Only a thousand, that’s better then,” he said, letting his foot bump into mine again under the table. “I do hope we can convince Dale into coming back to New York with us. I want to have her tested.”
“That sounds great, Mohinder. I know you want to run tests on me too.” I’m sure you do. Christ I can’t take much more of this, playing nice. I’m about to bite a hole in my cheek to keep quiet.
“I’ll be right back,” he said after wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Would you mind asking her for another Coke if she comes back while I’m gone?”
“Not at all, Mohinder.” Please fall in while you’re in the bathroom. Please slip on the floor and bash your head in on the sink, so I can find you staring up at the ceiling with drool hanging from your mouth. I didn't wait for her to come back. I lifted my hand to get the waitress’ attention to have us both brought a refill. Then after she left, I pulled a trio of Benedryl from my pocket. The bright pink pills are easy to crush with telekinesis, and I doubted he’d be able to taste them.
Mohinder made a funny face when he took the first drink, and I watched as he sucked most of the remaining powder up the straw. He’d be out like a baby in about twenty minutes, and I could finally have some peace, quiet and blood on my hands. Hunting the mechanic was easy. Getting rid of the clingy scientist wasn’t. “How was the pie?”
***
I didn’t need Dale’s super hearing to hear Mohinder snoring through the door of his motel room. I’d left him there sprawled on the bed, stripped down to his underwear, with the blankets tucked up to his chin. He’d be out for hours, leaving me plenty of time to do what I needed to do.
She was humming along with whatever music she had running through her iPod. Tapping her foot along with the beat as I glided into the garage, using my telekinesis to move silently across the grease covered floor until I was able to get her attention. Dale wasn’t used to being surprised anymore. She was used to being able to hear the ghostly touch of a kitten’s whiskers on a child’s face. She didn’t know what to do when she suddenly found me there. Good thing I knew what to do.
“What’s that sound in your heart?” she asked. She was terrified, and that made it all so much better.
“Murder.”
100 Fairytales Table
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 805
Rating: PG - Sylar swears a lot
Prompt: #50 Mistaken Identity for
100_fairytales Ya Ya: Listen to the rhythm. Don't be scared. for
scifi_muses Notes: Missing scene from Unexpected.
Written for
keep_them_safe“This has been an incredible day, Zane. Thank you so much for coming with me. You were right when you said Dale would be more receptive to speaking to me if I brought you with me.” I looked up from my pie to find Mohinder still talking. I’d tuned him out focusing on the glistening sugary goop that was smothering the slivers of golden peaches trapped within the flaky crust. It was a beautiful pie, and I wanted nothing more than to spend the next half hour worshiping each bite as a gift from god. But oh no, I had to listen to Mohinder Suresh prattle on and on about his father’s research or his work.
Mohinder, you fucking moron, I was your father’s research. Taking one more bite of heaven, I slowly licked a bit of the filling from the corner of my mouth as I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have to worry about Mohinder seeing my eyes. He was too busy watching my tongue. I had his number. He liked me. Well he liked Zane, and who was I not use that to my advantage. As long as Mohinder thought he could get something out of me, I’d be useful, whether that was my being a special to talk to other specials or his wanting in my pants. He was so much like his father. I’d been able to use Chandra too.
“Zane? You were a million miles away.” I was thinking of the poetic justice of snapping Mohinder’s neck in exactly the same way I had his father’s when he reached over and touched the back of my hand.
“No, Mohinder. I was at the most a thousand.” Back in New York on a stormy night, in the backseat of your cab, reaching over the seat, grabbing a fistful of your hair and twisting your neck until it snapped like a pan of Jiffy Pop. I shared the big smile that gave me, and I could tell he liked that too. That’s right Mohinder, I’m smiling for you. He was driving me nuts. He was never going to shut up. If he didn’t stop soon, I’d have to kill him, and that would ruin my plans.
“Only a thousand, that’s better then,” he said, letting his foot bump into mine again under the table. “I do hope we can convince Dale into coming back to New York with us. I want to have her tested.”
“That sounds great, Mohinder. I know you want to run tests on me too.” I’m sure you do. Christ I can’t take much more of this, playing nice. I’m about to bite a hole in my cheek to keep quiet.
“I’ll be right back,” he said after wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Would you mind asking her for another Coke if she comes back while I’m gone?”
“Not at all, Mohinder.” Please fall in while you’re in the bathroom. Please slip on the floor and bash your head in on the sink, so I can find you staring up at the ceiling with drool hanging from your mouth. I didn't wait for her to come back. I lifted my hand to get the waitress’ attention to have us both brought a refill. Then after she left, I pulled a trio of Benedryl from my pocket. The bright pink pills are easy to crush with telekinesis, and I doubted he’d be able to taste them.
Mohinder made a funny face when he took the first drink, and I watched as he sucked most of the remaining powder up the straw. He’d be out like a baby in about twenty minutes, and I could finally have some peace, quiet and blood on my hands. Hunting the mechanic was easy. Getting rid of the clingy scientist wasn’t. “How was the pie?”
***
I didn’t need Dale’s super hearing to hear Mohinder snoring through the door of his motel room. I’d left him there sprawled on the bed, stripped down to his underwear, with the blankets tucked up to his chin. He’d be out for hours, leaving me plenty of time to do what I needed to do.
She was humming along with whatever music she had running through her iPod. Tapping her foot along with the beat as I glided into the garage, using my telekinesis to move silently across the grease covered floor until I was able to get her attention. Dale wasn’t used to being surprised anymore. She was used to being able to hear the ghostly touch of a kitten’s whiskers on a child’s face. She didn’t know what to do when she suddenly found me there. Good thing I knew what to do.
“What’s that sound in your heart?” she asked. She was terrified, and that made it all so much better.
“Murder.”
100 Fairytales Table
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Date: 2010-09-25 11:02 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 11:10 pm (UTC)From:Steal the iPod? How pedestrian.
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Date: 2010-09-25 11:59 pm (UTC)From:Pedestrian? I beg to differ. Aside from my own tie to it, I would find it to be an ironic souvenir. I mean, if you're going through the trouble to collect the powers, don't you think you deserve a keepsake from the experience? Like a scrapbook that you can look at in 100 years when you reminisce about the good old days.
Plus you can't find that shade of blue anymore.
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Date: 2010-09-28 07:12 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-09-28 07:19 pm (UTC)From:Thanks for reading it.
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Date: 2010-09-28 07:27 pm (UTC)From:I know that writers are usually not scientists, nor are they always as intelligent as the characters they write, but they had Mohinder just be flat out stupid way too many times.
I can totally see him prattling away as you've written them, completely oblivious to the play of emotion across Sylar's face, having totally bought into the Zane lie and never thinking to question it. Like the idea "this is a coke" doesn't include that it might be drugged, or perhaps the server brought him the wrong thing, or there's a bug in it... I mean really. A smart person is alert to the world around them. They'd NOTICE things like that. But what you wrote is very IC for Mohinder, because in the show he was just that oblivious.
Okay, enough Mo-bashing for now.
(I couldn't find a masterfic list for you. Is there one out there?)
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Date: 2010-09-28 07:34 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-09-28 07:57 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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