Fic: Keeping It In The Family
OK. I would just like to apologize in advance for this. But the thing I've been working on, trying to finish for a week, isn't cooperating with me. And this has appeared in my brain totally because of the influence of the people who post in the Heroes Hoyay thread at Television Without Pity. This is NOT MY FAULT--I am TOTALLY as much a blameless victim in this as you, the reader. But this idea popped into my mind about a week ago, and I had hoped writing it down would get rid of it, but it hasn't, so let's see if the horrified reactions of other people can eradicate it. (This was originally posted in my other lj on 27-Jul-2007, and the original comments can be read there, though it's a friends-only entry.)
Title: Keeping It In The Family
Author: I'm not sure I wanna claim authorship of this. Oh well:
squills
Rating: PG
Summary: What good is an evolutionary imperative if you don't pass it along to the next generation?
Words: About 220
Notes: Really. I'm sorry.
"Look. It's an evolutionary imperative," Sylar said. "What good does it do to have a special ability if you don't pass it on to the next generation?"
"There are three billion females on this planet who you could choose from," Mohinder said furiously. "Why, out of all of them, did you have to pick the sister who I didn't even know existed until a few months ago and then, until a few days ago, thought was dead? I mean, when they brought me into her office at OWI, I expected a joyous family reunion, not...this!"
"Well," said Sylar brightly, "I just thought it would simpler if we kept it all in the family!" Then, with a glint in his eye, "Besides...she kisses a lot like you. A LOT like you."
Mohinder massaged his temples. "Great. Just great. I suppose next you'll be telling me that you slept with my father!"
A long pause. "Ha ha ha ha ha!" Sylar said. "Ha ha ha! Oh, Mohinder--you have such an overactive imagination. And, just as an FYI? Some of those positions in the Kama Sutra? Can be really hard on your neck. Especially if you're older."
"This isn't happening," Mohinder hissed through clenched teeth. "This isn't happening..."
"By the way," Sylar asked thoughtfully, "will your mother be coming to the wedding?"