Little Doctor
Title: Little Doctor
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Mohinder
Summary: Sylar goes back in time to teach a toddler Mohinder a lesson
Rating: PG
Spoilers: S1 maybe...
Word Count: 963
Notes: For mabetini A prompt unanswered, they all just feared it. ;) Beta'd by sylargrrrl
Sylar spins on his heel and looks around the ornate hallway he's just teleported into. It's far nicer than anything he ever had growing up, and for that alone he should be doing what he's about to do. Suresh, he just won't learn that, it's their destiny to be together, and well this...this will show him. Dragging his hand over the raised wallpaper as he makes his way down the hall, he can hear it grow louder as he approaches--the little pings of a hammer attempting music on a xylophone. He chuckles softly as his hand runs over the orange and pink silk that's draped in the door frame acting as a door, the only thing keeping him from what he came here for. Through the fabric he can see the curly back of a toddler's head, and hear the singing that's going along with the music being made. Quietly breeching the doorway, he raises his hand, Mohinder will understand it's destiny if he's been forced to go through life with a scar baring Sylar's own name. However, this silent attack was foiled by a small toy cow his heel crushed, a squeak piercing the air, making the tiny toddler spin around and look up at him.
"DANGA!" A tiny finger points right at him "HALP!"
Thinking quickly, he moves over and snatches the boy up off the floor--covering the tiny mouth with his hand. "Shhhhh!"
He should have known Mohinder Suresh would be just as fiery as a little boy. Suddenly, the little teeth chomp down onto Sylar's hand in a swift motion. "AHHH SON OF A BITCH!" Sylar moves his hand quickly away, he's bleeding... that little son of a... But before he can even finish the thought-- he's met with a kick to the chest, making him drop the tyke. As soon as he hits the floor, Mohinder toddles out of the room. Sylar quickly gives chase, starting to think this was a very bad idea. He easily cuts the boy off, snatching him up into his strong arms. "Your mommy went to get groceries, and I'm here to watch you so please... calm down." He's not even positive the child speaks English.
The child studies him for a long moment, he's used to those eyes judging him--hating him, however this time the look fades quickly into a smile, "Play wit me!"
Twenty minutes later, Sylar is awkwardly sitting on the floor with the tiny Mohinder, looking at the miniature toy microscope he was just given. The child blabs on nonsensically, an occasional English word he recognizes thrown in there. "I wanna be jus like pawpaw when I grows up!" Mohinder smiles, jabbing him in the arm with a toy syringe.
"Ouch!" Rubs his arm, brow knit, "You need to be more gentle with people Mohinder..." The irony of his saying that is not lost on him.
Surprisingly, the tot listens, rubbing his hand over Sylar's arm like he'd seen his father do to patients. He feels around for something on the crook then pushes the needle against him--using both hands with a little grunt to pull it back. "Thur... now I runs da test."
As the child gets up and walks over to his little station with his fake sample, Sylar finds himself lost in all the features he loves on the Mohinder he knows, only miniature. The curls are more unruly, he's surprised his mother doesn't keep them shorter due to the heat. When he smiles his teeth are just as blinding and white as ever. For a moment, he forgets why he came here... and then he remembers, right...the mark. Sylar raises his hand again as he clears his throat... don't go weak now.
"OWWWIIIEEEE!" Sylar blinks as he's not done the cut yet but sees the child fall onto his behind sobbing.
"Mohinder?" Upon crawling over to the child, he sees a sliver in the palm of his hand, tiny droplets of blood pooling around it. He acts quickly, carefully holding his tiny wrist while he delicately plucks the offending object away--the child's cries slow to a sniffle. Sylar thinks about what his mother would do in this situation, when he'd fall, or get hurt...how she'd make it feel better. So he smiles at Mohinder, he leans forward and kisses right where the sliver was on the boy's palm. Lips parted, Mohinder stares at his hand once it's released then at the stranger, before hopping up onto his lap. He kisses the man's cheek with a loud smooch. But the boy doesn't quite understand how kissing should work, so it becomes a sloppy motion ending with Mohinder,sucking on his cheek for a moment before he hops off his lap, going right back over to his makeshift lab. Sylar sighs and rubs his hand over his hair, can he really do this to this child? He doesn't get a lot of time to think about it before he hears soft footsteps moving toward the room, so without even standing, he teleports away--back to his own time.
The next day, he finds himself outside of Suresh's apartment. After repeated knocking, he finds the man is not home so he lets himself in. Sylar stops and looks around, getting nostalgic at the scars he's left on the place. However, his intention isn't to stay long as he softly walks over to Mohinder's kitchen and retrieves the small item from his pocket --holding it up to examine the bow he tied on. Sylar smiles a little at the fake syringe, part of a doctor's kit for children but he only wanted the one piece, he sets it on the counter and lets himself out of the apartment, wondering if Mohinder will remember their "first" meeting upon seeing it.
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Mohinder
Summary: Sylar goes back in time to teach a toddler Mohinder a lesson
Rating: PG
Spoilers: S1 maybe...
Word Count: 963
Notes: For mabetini A prompt unanswered, they all just feared it. ;) Beta'd by sylargrrrl
Sylar spins on his heel and looks around the ornate hallway he's just teleported into. It's far nicer than anything he ever had growing up, and for that alone he should be doing what he's about to do. Suresh, he just won't learn that, it's their destiny to be together, and well this...this will show him. Dragging his hand over the raised wallpaper as he makes his way down the hall, he can hear it grow louder as he approaches--the little pings of a hammer attempting music on a xylophone. He chuckles softly as his hand runs over the orange and pink silk that's draped in the door frame acting as a door, the only thing keeping him from what he came here for. Through the fabric he can see the curly back of a toddler's head, and hear the singing that's going along with the music being made. Quietly breeching the doorway, he raises his hand, Mohinder will understand it's destiny if he's been forced to go through life with a scar baring Sylar's own name. However, this silent attack was foiled by a small toy cow his heel crushed, a squeak piercing the air, making the tiny toddler spin around and look up at him.
"DANGA!" A tiny finger points right at him "HALP!"
Thinking quickly, he moves over and snatches the boy up off the floor--covering the tiny mouth with his hand. "Shhhhh!"
He should have known Mohinder Suresh would be just as fiery as a little boy. Suddenly, the little teeth chomp down onto Sylar's hand in a swift motion. "AHHH SON OF A BITCH!" Sylar moves his hand quickly away, he's bleeding... that little son of a... But before he can even finish the thought-- he's met with a kick to the chest, making him drop the tyke. As soon as he hits the floor, Mohinder toddles out of the room. Sylar quickly gives chase, starting to think this was a very bad idea. He easily cuts the boy off, snatching him up into his strong arms. "Your mommy went to get groceries, and I'm here to watch you so please... calm down." He's not even positive the child speaks English.
The child studies him for a long moment, he's used to those eyes judging him--hating him, however this time the look fades quickly into a smile, "Play wit me!"
Twenty minutes later, Sylar is awkwardly sitting on the floor with the tiny Mohinder, looking at the miniature toy microscope he was just given. The child blabs on nonsensically, an occasional English word he recognizes thrown in there. "I wanna be jus like pawpaw when I grows up!" Mohinder smiles, jabbing him in the arm with a toy syringe.
"Ouch!" Rubs his arm, brow knit, "You need to be more gentle with people Mohinder..." The irony of his saying that is not lost on him.
Surprisingly, the tot listens, rubbing his hand over Sylar's arm like he'd seen his father do to patients. He feels around for something on the crook then pushes the needle against him--using both hands with a little grunt to pull it back. "Thur... now I runs da test."
As the child gets up and walks over to his little station with his fake sample, Sylar finds himself lost in all the features he loves on the Mohinder he knows, only miniature. The curls are more unruly, he's surprised his mother doesn't keep them shorter due to the heat. When he smiles his teeth are just as blinding and white as ever. For a moment, he forgets why he came here... and then he remembers, right...the mark. Sylar raises his hand again as he clears his throat... don't go weak now.
"OWWWIIIEEEE!" Sylar blinks as he's not done the cut yet but sees the child fall onto his behind sobbing.
"Mohinder?" Upon crawling over to the child, he sees a sliver in the palm of his hand, tiny droplets of blood pooling around it. He acts quickly, carefully holding his tiny wrist while he delicately plucks the offending object away--the child's cries slow to a sniffle. Sylar thinks about what his mother would do in this situation, when he'd fall, or get hurt...how she'd make it feel better. So he smiles at Mohinder, he leans forward and kisses right where the sliver was on the boy's palm. Lips parted, Mohinder stares at his hand once it's released then at the stranger, before hopping up onto his lap. He kisses the man's cheek with a loud smooch. But the boy doesn't quite understand how kissing should work, so it becomes a sloppy motion ending with Mohinder,sucking on his cheek for a moment before he hops off his lap, going right back over to his makeshift lab. Sylar sighs and rubs his hand over his hair, can he really do this to this child? He doesn't get a lot of time to think about it before he hears soft footsteps moving toward the room, so without even standing, he teleports away--back to his own time.
The next day, he finds himself outside of Suresh's apartment. After repeated knocking, he finds the man is not home so he lets himself in. Sylar stops and looks around, getting nostalgic at the scars he's left on the place. However, his intention isn't to stay long as he softly walks over to Mohinder's kitchen and retrieves the small item from his pocket --holding it up to examine the bow he tied on. Sylar smiles a little at the fake syringe, part of a doctor's kit for children but he only wanted the one piece, he sets it on the counter and lets himself out of the apartment, wondering if Mohinder will remember their "first" meeting upon seeing it.