Sylar - Gabriel Gray

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.

Character: Gabriel Gray aka Sylar and various other Heroes characters
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 20/100 word drabbles
Rating: The worst is an R
Notes: Written for Round One of drabbles20in20. Told from various points in Sylar's story some pre and post series drabbles as well as canon based. Since Heroes was canceled almost a year ago, I don't count any of this as spoilers.

( Here be Drabbles )

Character: Sylar and Mr. Muggles
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 300
Rating: G
Prompts:
Lucy Van Pelt: [Snoopy licks her face] Ugh! I've been kissed by a dog! I have dog germs! Get hot water! Get some disinfectant! Get some Iodine!. for scifi_muses

The First Meeting –

The yapping began before I finessed the door open with telekinesis, and the little orange terror snapped at me. I nearly sent the fluff ball into the far corner of the Bennet’s living room. I mean it wouldn’t be all that difficult to kick the stupid dog into next week especially wearing the nice work boots I scored at Primatech on my way out.

Then I noticed the tail wagging, and he stepped away to let me inside. “Good dog,” I said, scooping him up and let him lick my face. “Now show Uncle Sylar where Claire Bear’s bedroom is.”

The Second Encounter –

Claire hit me so much harder than I expected. She didn’t hit like a girl at all. Nathan and Noah should both be proud of her. I hit her bedroom floor, dazed and pissed off. I was caught in that shadow spot where my brain tried to shut down, so I could pass out. My eyes drifted shut, and then I was jerked wide awake.

It was slick. Slick and warm and it slithered up my nostrils, clearing any fogginess from my brain. “Nice tongue you got there, Muggles. Let’s not try to lick my brain through my nose, OK?”

The Third Date –

“Daddy it’s a dog!” Noah ran across the room flailing towards Mr. Muggles. Muggles quivered and ran away, playing tag with Noah until they both ended up on the sofa. Giggles and snorts filled the air as the dog licked Noah’s face and hands. “Is he my dog?”

“We’re taking care of him for your Auntie Claire.”

“But we live here now, so he’s my dog?” Noah wrapped his arms around Muggles and looked at me.


“Yeah, he’s your dog.” I carried in our boxes and set them down. “But you have to help take care of him.”

“Deal Daddy!”

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I folded my arms across my chest, leaning over the edge of the bluff to look down. I could hear Claire’s scream echoing of the walls of the canyon as she fell. We were high enough up for her to reach terminal velocity, and she hit the ground like a ripe watermelon.

Gabe and I mirrored each other as we licked our lips, both of us counting down the seconds while we waited. “What if she doesn’t come back?”

“We’ll need a spatula?” I joked. “She’ll be back.”

“Well if she’s not walking in two minutes you lose the bet.”

Drabble List

Gabe is graylikeme and featured with love and affection.

This should be easier. We are the same person. It shouldn’t be difficult to figure out what Gabe thinks is romantic. When I come downstairs dressed up to take him out for our date, I get the impression that he’s caught between being pleased and giggling. He looks good. He looks really good.

“We should do this more often,” I say, with a grin.

“I hate dressing up, brother.” He pouts a bit and runs his fingers along the lapels of my jacket. “But you look good.”

“So do you.” I don’t let him object, silencing him with another kiss.

Drabble List

Gabe is graylikeme who is as always featured with much love.

It’d been too long since I’d felt blood on my fingers. Too long since I tasted the coppery tang on my tongue, and my sanity was frayed to gossamer tatters. There was no sense of right or wrong. It didn’t matter that I knew this girl. It didn’t concern me that her power was useless. All I cared about was slicing her head open and slipping my fingers along the folds of her brain.

Amy was panting, dragging one leg, trying to escape around the corner. I let her think she could get away. It was more fun that way.

Drabble Meme

Character: Sylar and Daphne
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Prompts: #009 The Worn Out Shoes for 100_fairytales

She ran. Her arms and legs a blur of motion as she raced away from him. She could hear him. Feel him. Each time she thought she was safe, she’d see him again, dressed in his black coat, his eyes boring into her soul. She was tired, legs trembling with exhaustion. No one could run faster than she could. Daphne was sure of it. The wind was knocked out of her as she was pinned against the wall. Her screams echoed through the alley as he cut into her forehead, her worn shoes tapping on the bricks as she died.

100 Fairytales Table

Character: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 13 100 word drabbles
Rating: all work safe
Notes: featuring Peter, Gabriel, Lydia, Maya and Alejandro

Fireworks
I saw it all flashing before my eyes, death, deliverance, and the blast that would destroy New York. It wasn’t my life I was reliving. It was the future. Then suddenly it changed. I was too weak to fight. Blood soaking my clothes as I was dragged to the manhole, no one heard me whimper as she shoved me inside.

But before the darkness swallowed me whole, I saw the blinding flash in the sky when night became day as Peter blew up like fireworks. The city was safe. I might be too. The pain was worse than the stench.

Wraith
You preach at me, dare to call me a monster, lock me up and strip me of everything that made me human. You watched me, waiting for me to become what I am, and when it didn’t happen fast enough you poked at me until I lost my soul.

Now you punish me for becoming who you wanted. How noble of you, Bennet, to hunt me and spout off about how evil I am, when I’m who you wanted me to be. You could have left me alone. You could have left me to be Gabriel Gray.

Payback’s a bitch.

Pride
They are mine. Every single power I ever wanted, and I’m more special than anyone. Not even Saint Peter Petrelli could stand up to me. He tried though. Broken with one pitiful power at a time, he tried. Too stupid to realize he’d been beaten until he was blowing bubbles of snot and blood when I was done with him. It wasn’t until the light faded from his eyes that he knew I was the best. I can take the entire world now, and make it whatever I want.

I am the King of the World. Peter is worm food.

Greed
She was carefully looking over each apple, checking to see if they smelled right, the color was bright enough before putting it in her basket. I’d been following Stephanie for two days, watching and waiting for my chance.

I watched Stephanie unlock her trunk without using a key and put her groceries in. I could do the same with telekinesis, but she could undo any lock.

Her ability wasn’t much. She couldn’t move mountains with it. She couldn’t turn the pages of a book with it. But none of that mattered. She had it, and soon it would be mine.

Temperance
I’d been in a cell like this before. I’d been raging, hungry and rabid like a wild animal. Angela, my mother, said she’d help me learn to control the hunger that drives me.

She gave me Bridget, and a new power that I’m not sure I like, but in a way it feeds my need to understand. I can learn the history of any object by touching it. Every inch of this cell tells me its own story, echoes of other prisoners. I won’t die in this place. I will learn. I will be who Angela needs me to be.

Patience
It was dark. I could see her moving back and forth across the windows, her shadow shifting over the curtains. Years I’d waited after promising Peter that I wouldn’t kill Angela, but Peter was gone now. I don’t think he thought his mother would outlive him. I certainly hadn’t. I assumed someone else she hurt would put a bullet between her eyes, or she’d be poisoned by her own evil.

But it would be my hands that wrapped around her throat. She looked up at me when I appeared in the room. No fear in her eyes. “I’ve been waiting.”

Dawn – Sylar/Peter
I can hear the pounding of the hammer on the bricks. It’s cold, the light of the sun barely touching the tops of the tallest buildings. It’ll be a long time before it reaches Peter in the shadow of the Wall.

I wish he’d slept longer, but he’s obsessed with breaking us free, getting away from me. I close my eyes and let out a ragged sigh. I don’t mind it here now that I’m not alone. We fight more than I thought humanly possible, but I love that he’s here.

“Morning, I brought you coffee.” Was that a smile?

The Last Time You Loved – Sylar/Gabriel
He is sleeping so deeply, dark lashes featuring over his cheeks, his glasses on the nightstand. I leaned on my elbow, watching the rise and fall of Gabriel’s chest. I could see the flicker of his eyes as a dream visited him. I hope it is a good one. I want only good dreams for him, dreams filled with fantasy and hopes fulfilled.

This is what he has given me, love, hope and faith in a future that would be filled with the two of us sharing our time together. He is my life, my eternity, and I love him.

Significant
Blood covered my knuckles, and none of it was mine. Noah was wheezing through the ruin of his nose, his glasses crushed beneath my boots as I held him up by the collar. His eyes were nearly swollen shut, and I had no doubt a few of his teeth were scattered in the gravel of the rooftop.

“Who’s insignificant now, asshole? Not me, I’m the biggest bad on the fucking planet, thanks to you. You could have let me die, but oh no, you had to get Elle to push my buttons. How’s that working out for you Mr. Bennet?”

Last Thing You Lost
Through the music box shop window, I watched as the ballerinas danced and carousel horses ran in circles while tinny music played. A few of them were broken. I could feel where their gears didn’t quite fit together properly, but they weren’t what had my attention.

It was the dozens of snow globes that glowed among the music boxes. It wasn’t an expensive fancy one calling to me; it was a cheap ball of glass filled with green trees and a miniature of Mount Hood.

I left Oregon in the crusty snow that covered her grave. “I miss you, mom.”

Burn
The stink of charred flesh filled my regenerated lungs. I couldn’t move, the muscles were fighting to knit together while the flames roared. Meredith’s inferno was hotter than any normal fire. Hot enough that it destroyed whatever had been driven into my skull to kill me.

Silly rabbits, I thought as I writhed in pain and fire. They should have cut my head off that would have prevented my rebirth and future revenge. They’d pay for this just like they’ll pay for everything else.

A torrent of water blasted through a wall, dousing the flames. I screamed as finished healing.

Ring – Sylar/Gabriel
It had to be special without being ostentatious. It can’t be too sleek or modern either. He’s neither of those things. Well he is to me, but he doesn’t see it. I want them to match, but finding a ring to signify both of our personalities is going to be a bitch. But if it was easy, would it be worth it?

We’ve both fought to be where we are in our lives and with each other. Neither one of us likes easy, easy is for the mindless masses. It’s not for Gabriel or me. We’re too special for that.

Travel Troubles – Sylar, Maya, Alejandro
“Maya!”

“Alejandro!”

“Maya!”

“Alejandro!”

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up, before I bash your heads together. I chugged half a bottle of tepid water, washing grit from between my teeth. I wanted a bed, a bath and a brick to kill the wonder fucking twins. I didn’t care that they had powers anymore. I wanted them to stop being so goddamn loud when I was trying to sleep.

“Gabriel, you’re awake!” Maya said, bouncing around to look at me. “Alejandro won’t let me drive.”

“I’ll drive.”

Alejandro glared at me.

“You sleep.” Or die. Either would be a vast improvement.

I saw it all flashing before my eyes, death, deliverance, and the blast that would destroy New York. It wasn’t my life I was reliving. It was the future. Then suddenly it changed. I was too weak to fight. Blood soaking my clothes as I was dragged to the manhole, no one heard me whimper as she shoved me inside.

But before the darkness swallowed me whole, I saw the blinding flash in the sky when night became day as Peter blew up like fireworks. The city was safe. I might be too. The pain was worse than the stench.

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