Title: Expect the Unexpected
Author:
twoinonebody Prompt Word: Birth
Main Character(s): Sylar (Gabriel Gray)/Peter Petrelli
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 379
Summary: Peter Petrelli pays his dues when gaining an unexpected power.
Warning: Contains Mpreg
Authors Note(s): Sylar and Gabriel are two men in one body.
“When this is through I’m going to murder you!” Peter growls. His body wasn’t made for this. No male’s body was. Except for the ones who could change their body’s anatomy. There had been a man who could switch his body from male o female, have kids… the whole ten yards. And he’d inadvertently gained that power.
Sylar was trying so hard not to smirk. If only because Petrelli was so damn cute when he was mad. “I didn’t tell you to turn into a girl near the end of sex, Peter.”
A growl escapes the empath and he flings the killer across the room with his telekinesis. “Shut up!”
The killer laughs even as his back slams into the wall. But the moment he got up and walked towards Peter those features turn serious. “Calm down, Peter. Otherwise you’ll throw yourself into premature labor.”
“I am calm you son of a bitch!” The younger man growls only to find an invisible yet gentle touch on his voice box, silencing him.
“I said to calm down. I know you’re not happy with me right now. But you keep this up and you could harm yourself or our child.”
Those brown eyes stared at Sylar and his body physically relaxed. Okay… I’m calm. Can you let go now?
“Are you sure that you’re calm enough?”
I’m sure. Please, Sylar. He felt that invisible hold on his voice box let go. “Thank you, baby.” He whispers.
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Fourteen hours later Sylar was dealing with three crying Grays. Gabriel, Peter and their new born son. “Shh… it’s okay. Everything is alright.” Oh, he was he kidding? He wasn’t cut out for this. He was horrible at it.
You’re doing great. But if you want I can take over and deal with it all. I’ll just have to teach you later.
Sylar seemed to contemplate this for a moment. Okay.
The transition was swift and smooth and Gabriel watched Peter with their son before laying down beside him, placing a gentle kiss to the empath’s forehead. “He’s beautiful.” He whispers rubbing the newborn’s back.
Peter started a moment until he realized exactly who it was. “What’re we going to name him?”
“Tyler.” He whispers even as he watched sleep take both mother and son.