Mylar Comment fics Volume 1
#1 Mylar - asking Elle to carry their baby
Elle was rarely uncomfortable, but sitting on this too-squashy sofa, with the serial killer Sylar and the mondo-conflicted Mohinder staring at her, holding this mug with ‘World’s Best Daddy’ on it, was making her squirm enough. The question she’d just been asked was threatening to make her physically sick.
“So? What do you think?” Mohinder was the one doing all the talking while Sylar sat, trying not to chip in when the doctor went into touch much detail and started rambling, which he had done three or four times already.
“I think you’re both crazy, and there is absolutely no reason why I would do this for you .” She gulped down the last of her tea and started looking around for her bag. “Now I can fit in a massage if I go now, so sorry guys, you’ll have to find someone else to carry your psych-patient in waiting.”
Mohinder looked like he might cry. “Please! Elle you’re a strong genetic specimen, smart, beautiful and….” He looked at Sylar guiltily. “Well, someone would like our child to have a good chance of having a natural ability.”
“If it’s a girl, we’ll name it after you.” Sylar offered.
“And what if it’s a boy?” Elle scrunched her bag on her lap and checked her watch.
“Chandra.”
“Gabriel Jr.”
The two men looked at each other, remembering that the last time they had argued about this they had ‘made up’ before a compromise could be reached.
“We haven’t decided yet. Please Elle, it would mean so much to us, and we’d pay you whatever you wanted.”
“Sylar, you’re forgetting that my old man can turn things to gold. What do I need money for? I’m not doing this, it’s …icky.” She stood up, a little shaky. “I’m….I’m leaving and ….and the answer…the…the answer is….” She fell to the floor, unconscious, the contents of her bag spilling over the floor.
“Finally!” Sylar picked her up and headed for the bedroom. “Grab the turkey baster Mohinder, and you’d better get me off nice and quick, I don’t know how long she’ll be out.”
#2 Mohinder is a merman and Sylar is a ship's captain
Captain Gray moaned as he blinked the salt water out of his eyes. He was aching all over and lying on a pointy rock, which, putting two and two together, meant a wreck. “My ship!” He whined, lifting himself up gingerly. “Where is she? Where’s the ‘Hands of Time’?”
“She went down with all hands in the storm. Except you of course.” A velvety voice washed over him and he twisted round to see the most beautiful man he had ever laid eyes on.
“Wha - what all of them? The cabin boy Luke? Him too?”
“You were the only one left, I brought you here.” He was shirtless, submerged to the waist, with skin the colour of oak decking and hair like some beautiful silky anemone.
“You saved me? Well then, you must let me thank you..” Captain Gray reached out and pulled the man to him by the shoulder, kissing him passionately and ignoring the taste of plankton on his breath. As he broke their kiss he noticed the gleam in the man’s eyes, as if that had never happened to him before. “You’re so beautiful, I have to have you, please say you’ll let me. I haven’t been laid since that cabin boy and he…” he paused, his brain skipping ahead a few knots.“Hey, wait, where did you come from?” The Captain looked around, apart from this rocky outcrop there was nothing but slate grey seas as far as the eye could see.
The man looked down, embarrassed. He placed his hands on the rock and pushed down, lifting himself out of the water. The Captain looked down hoping he was naked, and saw nothing but silvery scales below his naval. “You’re a….you’re a …merman! I thought they were imaginary!”
“That’s what everyone says. We just stay hidden, until someone as handsome as you lands on us and then we can’t help ourselves.” He raised his eyebrows. “So er..do you still want to…have me?”
Captain Gray tried to look below the surface of the water. “Erm, well, sure but…how? I mean where’s your…do you have erm..” Okay, this was getting awkward. Gray sighed and pulled down his pants. “Do you have one of these?”
The merman looked confused and shook his head. “What is it for?”
“Well, it’s for…shooting sperm out of and…waste.” The Captain blushed.
“Ah, right.” The merman nodded. “No, we just kind of…well there’s nothing as dangly as that.”
“Are there any holes or anything?” Captain Gray was getting desperate.
“Erm, no. No holes. Just pores. They’re pretty tiny, I mean.. I mean were you hoping to put that in them?”
The Captain shrugged, embarrassed. “Well, any other ideas? Anything you can…do?”
The merman thought hard. “Well, I can hold my breath for a long time?” he smiled shyly.
Captain Gray grinned. “Oh yeah, oh yeah you’ll do just fine…”