magichamster (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} magichamster) wrote,@ 2008-07-17 00:02:00 |
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Totally serious Heroes fic
Title: Something Nameless
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mylar
Spoilers: Season 2, to be safe
Summary: Mohinder has trouble dealing with Sylar's death. Set in a fictitious future where Nathan is in control of the Company.
Warnings: Character death (obviously)
Disclaimer: If I owned Heroes, Petrellicest would be canon and Sylar and Mohinder would keep having really obviously sexually charged meetings...oh, wait. I still don't own it though.
Mohinder awoke early and made a cup of tea. He showered, dressed and checked the mail – another postcard from Molly. He went to work as usual and met with a new recruit – one who could manipulate glass with her fingertips. He studied more blood samples and read the file of a boy in Florida (he’d probably have to make a trip during the week). After glancing at his watch ten times in five minutes, Mohinder stopped trying to work and waited for his visitor.
*****************
Mohinder opened the door of his apartment to a friendly face.
“Molly! Matt’s here!” he called.
“Just a second!” came the reply.
“How are things?” Mohinder asked his old roommate.
“Good. Really good,” Matt told him with a grin. “Audrey’s pregnant.”
“Congratulations! That’s fantastic news!”
Matt beamed. “Yeah, yeah it is. How are you, Mohinder?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
Matt noticed the tired lines of his old friend’s face and the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Are you sure? You look – you look exhausted.”
“I’m fine, honestly. I’m probably just working too much.”
“Right. So it has nothing to do with –“
“I’m fine,” Mohinder said a third time.
“You know, it’s okay to grieve for him,” Matt said softly.
“The man was a murderer,” Mohinder replied. “I honestly couldn’t care less that he’s dead.”
Matt frowned. “Mohinder-“
“I’m ready!” came a chirpy voice.
After Matt and Molly had said their goodbyes, Mohinder leant against his closed door with a sigh. Grieve for Sylar? he thought to himself. If only I knew how.
******************
Peter, as always, arrived just after eleven (apparently being able to travel in time didn’t stop you being late). He gave Mohinder a small smile and said, “Are you ready?” as he did every time. He put a hand on Mohinder’s shoulder and concentrated. The room melted away.
******************
Mohinder finished his lecture and waited for the class to leave before turning to the man stood beside him.
“I take it this isn’t a social visit.”
“I’m afraid not,” Noah Bennet replied. “The Company want you back, Suresh.”
“And what do you think?”
“I think you could help a lot of people,” he replied smoothly.
Mohinder’s mouth fell open in shock. “Excuse me? What happened to wanting to bring the Company down?”
“Things are run differently now.”
“Are they? Because using Peter Petrelli as bait then kidnapping and torturing Sylar for months on end certainly sounds like something the old Company would have done.”
“Sylar killed dozens of people-“ Bennet started.
“He didn’t deserve to die like that!” Mohinder shouted. His words seemed to echo around the large room.
Bennet gave Mohinder a long look. “Is there any reason you’re mourning a serial killer?”
There was an odd silence as the two men stared defiantly at each other.
“Are you alright?” asked a timid voice from the doorway. “I heard shouting,” the student explained.
“I’m fine, thank you Jill.”
The young woman left and Bennet turned his steely gaze back to Mohinder.
“I’ll be in touch.”
*************
The room looked the same as it always did and the smartly dressed man was as handsome as ever. Mohinder drank him in with hungry eyes, wishing the look would be returned but knowing for certain that it never could be.
***************
“Thank you for coming to see me,” Nathan Petrelli said as he sat behind an extravagant desk in an equally extravagant office.
“I wasn’t given much choice in the matter,” Mohinder replied, remembering the vice-like grip of the agent that had brought him in.
“Just a precaution, I assure you,” Nathan said smoothly. “Once you hear what I have to say, you’re free to go.”
“I know what you’re going to say and the answer’s no,” Mohinder countered.
Nathan looked annoyed for a moment before all expression fell from his face. “We’re a very different organisation to the one you used to work for-“
“So you no longer kidnap people with abilities?” Mohinder interrupted. “You’re no longer developing the virus?”
“You know as well as I do, Doctor, that some abilities can be dangerous.”
“Don’t tell me, it’s for the greater good.”
Nathan sighed. “Doctor Suresh, you’re very valuable to this organisation. If you come to work for us, I assure you that your views on these issues will be taken into account.”
“I’m sorry, Mr Petrelli, but my answer is still no.”
“I think you might change your mind about that.”
As if on cue, Peter entered the room. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked his brother.
“It’s necessary,” Nathan replied.
“Peter, what’s going on?” Mohinder asked.
“Mohinder, you’ve got to be completely silent, okay?”
Mohinder sent the empath a confused look. “Okay.”
Peter placed a hand on Mohinder’s shoulder and closed his eyes in concentration. Mohinder watched in astonishment as the room around him swirled and changed until they were in a small, poorly lit room filled with the ticking of clocks. A man with slicked down hair sat at a nearby table, his gaze fixed on the watch in front of him. Mohinder gasped as he realised what he was seeing – this was clearly a young version of Sylar.
At the sound of the gasp, the watchmaker took off his thick glasses and surveyed the room. “Hello?” he asked awkwardly, looking right through where Mohinder and Peter were standing.
‘Invisibility,’ Peter mouthed at Mohinder’s questioning look. The geneticist nodded, remembering tales of a man named Claude.
They watched as Gabriel Gray turned back to his work, and then the room faded away.
“Why did you show me that?” Mohinder asked when they were back in Nathan’s office moments later.
The brother shared another look.
“I know you haven’t been the same since Sylar’s death, Mohinder,” Peter told him. At Mohinder’s defiant expression, he added, “You think about him a lot.”
Mohinder was momentarily speechless.
“Na – We just thought it would help if you could see him again.”
“But I – I don’t –“
“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Nathan interrupted.
“I could take you again.” Peter’s face was a mask of caring concern. “No one would ever have to know.”
Mohinder sank into the nearest chair. “And in return?”
“You’ll come work for The Company,” Nathan said quickly. “With generous pay and input into how things are run, of course.”
Mohinder’s mind should have been racing as he considered the offer, but all he could think of was the fascinating man in the clock shop.
“So, do we have a deal?”
Mohinder found himself nodding.
***************
Mohinder was a year older than he had been the last visit, but Sylar looked exactly the same. He had the same slicked down hair, the same look of intense concentration; he was even wearing the same clothes. For Mohinder, it had been over a decade since that first visit. For Sylar it was the same day.
***************
Mohinder was appalled by his own behaviour when he got home from the meeting with Nathan. He’d just basically signed the rest of his life away to the Company. And for what? The odd glimpse of a man he despised? Yes, maybe his feelings for Sylar had changed with time, but the man had still killed his father. Even in death, Mohinder couldn’t forgive him that.
But he couldn’t stop thinking of the man in the shop. He would go on to commit many unspeakable acts but at that time, many years ago, he was just a humble watchmaker. So all Mohinder’s hatred had dissipated until he was left with just an odd, indefinable feeling.
He was still deep in thought when Molly got home from school.
“Did you get promoted or something?” she asked him as she raided the fridge.
Mohinder looked up in surprise. “No, I –" now was not the time to explain about the Company “- I didn’t,” he finished lamely. “What makes you ask?”
Molly shrugged. “You just looked happy.”
The image of Sylar’s handsome features in a look of contentment as he finished a timepiece suddenly appeared in Mohinder’s mind, and he smiled.
“Yes, I guess I am.”
***************
When the time ended, Peter took Mohinder back to his own time, his own world. The empathy left shortly, muttering something about Nathan. Mohinder stood alone in his lab, a sad smile on his face. The next day he would throw himself into his work and forget everything that had happened. But for this one day a year, Mohinder allowed himself to remember.
***************
Gabriel put down Chandra Suresh’s book and sat back in his chair, deep in thought. The ideas that the doctor proposed were just incredible. Cellular regeneration. Teleportation. Invisibility -
He suddenly found himself remembering a day months ago. He’d been in his shop and he’d had this feeling, something nameless that made him think someone else was there. And there’d been a noise early on, a sharp intake of breath, yet there had been no one to be seen. But if Chandra’s theories were correct, maybe someone had been there.
The thought should have scared him, but if someone was going to the trouble of following him then maybe he was special. So the feeling in his chest wasn’t fear, it was something else. Something more like hope.
Title: Something Nameless
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mylar
Spoilers: Season 2, to be safe
Summary: Mohinder has trouble dealing with Sylar's death. Set in a fictitious future where Nathan is in control of the Company.
Warnings: Character death (obviously)
Disclaimer: If I owned Heroes, Petrellicest would be canon and Sylar and Mohinder would keep having really obviously sexually charged meetings...oh, wait. I still don't own it though.
Mohinder awoke early and made a cup of tea. He showered, dressed and checked the mail – another postcard from Molly. He went to work as usual and met with a new recruit – one who could manipulate glass with her fingertips. He studied more blood samples and read the file of a boy in Florida (he’d probably have to make a trip during the week). After glancing at his watch ten times in five minutes, Mohinder stopped trying to work and waited for his visitor.
*****************
Mohinder opened the door of his apartment to a friendly face.
“Molly! Matt’s here!” he called.
“Just a second!” came the reply.
“How are things?” Mohinder asked his old roommate.
“Good. Really good,” Matt told him with a grin. “Audrey’s pregnant.”
“Congratulations! That’s fantastic news!”
Matt beamed. “Yeah, yeah it is. How are you, Mohinder?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
Matt noticed the tired lines of his old friend’s face and the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Are you sure? You look – you look exhausted.”
“I’m fine, honestly. I’m probably just working too much.”
“Right. So it has nothing to do with –“
“I’m fine,” Mohinder said a third time.
“You know, it’s okay to grieve for him,” Matt said softly.
“The man was a murderer,” Mohinder replied. “I honestly couldn’t care less that he’s dead.”
Matt frowned. “Mohinder-“
“I’m ready!” came a chirpy voice.
After Matt and Molly had said their goodbyes, Mohinder leant against his closed door with a sigh. Grieve for Sylar? he thought to himself. If only I knew how.
******************
Peter, as always, arrived just after eleven (apparently being able to travel in time didn’t stop you being late). He gave Mohinder a small smile and said, “Are you ready?” as he did every time. He put a hand on Mohinder’s shoulder and concentrated. The room melted away.
******************
Mohinder finished his lecture and waited for the class to leave before turning to the man stood beside him.
“I take it this isn’t a social visit.”
“I’m afraid not,” Noah Bennet replied. “The Company want you back, Suresh.”
“And what do you think?”
“I think you could help a lot of people,” he replied smoothly.
Mohinder’s mouth fell open in shock. “Excuse me? What happened to wanting to bring the Company down?”
“Things are run differently now.”
“Are they? Because using Peter Petrelli as bait then kidnapping and torturing Sylar for months on end certainly sounds like something the old Company would have done.”
“Sylar killed dozens of people-“ Bennet started.
“He didn’t deserve to die like that!” Mohinder shouted. His words seemed to echo around the large room.
Bennet gave Mohinder a long look. “Is there any reason you’re mourning a serial killer?”
There was an odd silence as the two men stared defiantly at each other.
“Are you alright?” asked a timid voice from the doorway. “I heard shouting,” the student explained.
“I’m fine, thank you Jill.”
The young woman left and Bennet turned his steely gaze back to Mohinder.
“I’ll be in touch.”
*************
The room looked the same as it always did and the smartly dressed man was as handsome as ever. Mohinder drank him in with hungry eyes, wishing the look would be returned but knowing for certain that it never could be.
***************
“Thank you for coming to see me,” Nathan Petrelli said as he sat behind an extravagant desk in an equally extravagant office.
“I wasn’t given much choice in the matter,” Mohinder replied, remembering the vice-like grip of the agent that had brought him in.
“Just a precaution, I assure you,” Nathan said smoothly. “Once you hear what I have to say, you’re free to go.”
“I know what you’re going to say and the answer’s no,” Mohinder countered.
Nathan looked annoyed for a moment before all expression fell from his face. “We’re a very different organisation to the one you used to work for-“
“So you no longer kidnap people with abilities?” Mohinder interrupted. “You’re no longer developing the virus?”
“You know as well as I do, Doctor, that some abilities can be dangerous.”
“Don’t tell me, it’s for the greater good.”
Nathan sighed. “Doctor Suresh, you’re very valuable to this organisation. If you come to work for us, I assure you that your views on these issues will be taken into account.”
“I’m sorry, Mr Petrelli, but my answer is still no.”
“I think you might change your mind about that.”
As if on cue, Peter entered the room. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked his brother.
“It’s necessary,” Nathan replied.
“Peter, what’s going on?” Mohinder asked.
“Mohinder, you’ve got to be completely silent, okay?”
Mohinder sent the empath a confused look. “Okay.”
Peter placed a hand on Mohinder’s shoulder and closed his eyes in concentration. Mohinder watched in astonishment as the room around him swirled and changed until they were in a small, poorly lit room filled with the ticking of clocks. A man with slicked down hair sat at a nearby table, his gaze fixed on the watch in front of him. Mohinder gasped as he realised what he was seeing – this was clearly a young version of Sylar.
At the sound of the gasp, the watchmaker took off his thick glasses and surveyed the room. “Hello?” he asked awkwardly, looking right through where Mohinder and Peter were standing.
‘Invisibility,’ Peter mouthed at Mohinder’s questioning look. The geneticist nodded, remembering tales of a man named Claude.
They watched as Gabriel Gray turned back to his work, and then the room faded away.
“Why did you show me that?” Mohinder asked when they were back in Nathan’s office moments later.
The brother shared another look.
“I know you haven’t been the same since Sylar’s death, Mohinder,” Peter told him. At Mohinder’s defiant expression, he added, “You think about him a lot.”
Mohinder was momentarily speechless.
“Na – We just thought it would help if you could see him again.”
“But I – I don’t –“
“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Nathan interrupted.
“I could take you again.” Peter’s face was a mask of caring concern. “No one would ever have to know.”
Mohinder sank into the nearest chair. “And in return?”
“You’ll come work for The Company,” Nathan said quickly. “With generous pay and input into how things are run, of course.”
Mohinder’s mind should have been racing as he considered the offer, but all he could think of was the fascinating man in the clock shop.
“So, do we have a deal?”
Mohinder found himself nodding.
***************
Mohinder was a year older than he had been the last visit, but Sylar looked exactly the same. He had the same slicked down hair, the same look of intense concentration; he was even wearing the same clothes. For Mohinder, it had been over a decade since that first visit. For Sylar it was the same day.
***************
Mohinder was appalled by his own behaviour when he got home from the meeting with Nathan. He’d just basically signed the rest of his life away to the Company. And for what? The odd glimpse of a man he despised? Yes, maybe his feelings for Sylar had changed with time, but the man had still killed his father. Even in death, Mohinder couldn’t forgive him that.
But he couldn’t stop thinking of the man in the shop. He would go on to commit many unspeakable acts but at that time, many years ago, he was just a humble watchmaker. So all Mohinder’s hatred had dissipated until he was left with just an odd, indefinable feeling.
He was still deep in thought when Molly got home from school.
“Did you get promoted or something?” she asked him as she raided the fridge.
Mohinder looked up in surprise. “No, I –" now was not the time to explain about the Company “- I didn’t,” he finished lamely. “What makes you ask?”
Molly shrugged. “You just looked happy.”
The image of Sylar’s handsome features in a look of contentment as he finished a timepiece suddenly appeared in Mohinder’s mind, and he smiled.
“Yes, I guess I am.”
***************
When the time ended, Peter took Mohinder back to his own time, his own world. The empathy left shortly, muttering something about Nathan. Mohinder stood alone in his lab, a sad smile on his face. The next day he would throw himself into his work and forget everything that had happened. But for this one day a year, Mohinder allowed himself to remember.
***************
Gabriel put down Chandra Suresh’s book and sat back in his chair, deep in thought. The ideas that the doctor proposed were just incredible. Cellular regeneration. Teleportation. Invisibility -
He suddenly found himself remembering a day months ago. He’d been in his shop and he’d had this feeling, something nameless that made him think someone else was there. And there’d been a noise early on, a sharp intake of breath, yet there had been no one to be seen. But if Chandra’s theories were correct, maybe someone had been there.
The thought should have scared him, but if someone was going to the trouble of following him then maybe he was special. So the feeling in his chest wasn’t fear, it was something else. Something more like hope.
