Bruises, Beers, and Brotherly Bonding
Title: Bruises, Beers, and Brotherly Bonding
Author: cameroncrazed
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700
Warnings: some of season 3 - I pick and choose what I want to use :) Probably should mention it's Sylar/Claire/Elle (but it's easy to overlook if you think that's icky)
Disclaimer: I don't own this, I really honestly don't.
Christmas/Holiday gift for josiefier - prompt: specials (TV or shopping)
“Oh, Sylar,” Claire coos in his ear. “Wakey, wakey.”
“Mmmrph.” He just rolls over, pinning her underneath him, never really waking.
Elle sticks out her tongue at the other woman. “Told you that wouldn’t work. Let me do it.” She lets her fingers trail all over him, then when she reaches the small of his back, she gives him a good shock.
Sylar yelps as he jumps out of bed. “What the hell, Elle?”
Elle just giggles. “Thought that would work.”
“It’s four in the morning, what the hell is wrong with you?”
“The malls open at five, so we’re already running late.” Claire swats him on the butt as she heads past him out of their bedroom. “Now get ready quickly, it’s the best shopping day of the year! Just think of all the specials we’ll find; we can get all of our Christmas shopping done today.”
“Oh, hell no. The only specials I care about aren’t discounted sweaters and purses.” Sylar falls back into bed. “Go on, have fun, Nathan’s AmEx is in my wallet.”
“But, Gabriel…” Elle shocks him again. “You have to come with us.”
“You don’t want to spend time with us outside of bed?” Claire leans against the door, and he doesn’t even have to look at her to know that her lower lip is trembling. “You don’t want to be seen with us?”
He sits up, running his hand through his hair. “That’s not what I meant.”
“C’mon, it’ll be fun.”
Elle and Claire pull him to his feet; he knows this is a fight he can’t win.
- - - - - - - - - -
The sound of someone beating on his door wakes Peter from a deep nap.
“Open the damned door, Peter!” Sylar howls from the hallway.
He opens one eye and exchanges a brief glance with Nathan. “Ignore him and hope he goes away?”
“Peter! I’ll melt the locks off!”
Sighing, Peter gets up; he can’t afford to lose his deposit over a melted deadbolt. He’s not expecting what he sees when he throws open the door; Sylar hadn’t looked that bad after Kirby Plaza. “Dear God, what happened to you?”
Sylar just growls, and heads into the kitchenette. Peter gestures at Nathan, a ‘get off your ass and help me here’ look, and they both trail after Sylar, taking in the tattered clothing, the missing shoe, and the myriad of lipstick marks all over him.
“What happened to you, dive head first through an industrial paper shredder?” Nathan asks.
“Don’t you have any beer in here?” Sylar starts throwing items out of the fridge, trying to find what he’s looking for.
“No.” Peter tries to catch the eggs as they go flying. “Beer’s nasty.”
Nathan comes to his rescue. “I brought a six-pack with me; it’s in the living room. C’mon, we can still catch the fourth quarter.”
- - - - - - - - - -
“So I tell her, ‘I’ll buy it for you at any price, let’s just get out of here!’ but she wouldn’t leave. Just kept saying ‘but it’s on sale, Gabriel’ - what the hell is wrong with women?” Sylar takes another large gulp of his beer.
“They're women, baby brother, that’s what’s wrong with them.” Nathan grabs another beer. “I can’t believe Elle talked you into taking her and Claire shopping.”
“No, this is all Claire’s doing,” Peter interrupts. “I can tell. She did this to me last year. Let me guess, big pout, some tears, ‘but it’s a tradition, and the next thing you know, you’re carrying her purse through Macy’s and getting elbowed in the face by hoards of crazed shoppers.”
Sylar’s eyes narrow. “Why didn’t you take her this year?”
“Because I’m not stupid.” Peter laughs. “Besides, she’s your problem now.”
“What exactly does that mean?” Nathan gives his brother a hard look.
“Nothing.” Sylar and Peter say at the same time, both trying to look innocent - and failing.
“You better tell me now, it’ll be worse if you wait.” Nathan warns.
“You know, you sound just like Mother when you say that.” Peter retorts.
Nathan looks stricken. “You take that back!”
“But you do!”
As an impromptu fight breaks out, Sylar wonders if it’s too late to rejoin Claire and Elle at the mall.