Drabble Memory for talldarknpsycho

[watchmakersylar]

I brushed my fingertips along the drawers of Angela Petrelli’s desk. She had the Sylar, and I wanted it. There were still holes in my memories. Nathan’s were thankfully fading away, although I was afraid that I’d touch something in here that would make him come back.

God I couldn’t deal with that. I was almost me again, and I can’t afford to lose ground now.

Then I reached into the bottom drawer, and I saw a flash of the bitch peeling up a fake bottom. I grinned as I pried it open, and there it was my broken watch.

Comments

[talldarknpsycho.livejournal.com]

I knew the bitch couldn't throw it away. Bet it was her insurance, too bad it backfired on us.

((That was nice! I loved the imagery as always! Great job hun!))

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Of course she had it. She probably planned to have Rene do some voodoo ritual with it.

((smooch))

[talldarknpsycho.livejournal.com]

*snorts* Most likely. At least you got it away from her before she could fuck it up somehow.

[empath-peter.livejournal.com]

Its scary to think what else might be hidden in that desk.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Everything about your mother scares me, Peter.