( It was the smell of the room that hit him first )

 
( Two wide brown eyes met Gabriel's gaze steadily )

The only light came from the flickering candle which Mohinder was holding. Sylar absent mindedly pulled at his restraints, trying not to appear nervous.

The melted wax trembled on the tip of the candle, and Sylar saw that it would only take the slightest movement to make it spill over and drop onto his bare skin. He watched as Mohinder moved it ( Read more... )

Mohinder paused as they approached the car. The condensation on the passenger window had dried, leaving just the traces of what had been drawn on the wetness a few hours ago. It was a heart, and inside the letters M and Z. The Z looked more like a backwards S, but what else could it be?

Mohinder sat in the driver’s seat and looked at the window ( Read more... )

“Please don’t go.”

“Mohinder I have to, or we won’t eat for a week. I’ll be fine.” Gabriel shrugged on his coat and shoved a flashlight into his bag.

“I just have a bad feeling about it, can’t you just wait until…”

“Mohinder!” Gabriel gripped his lover’s shoulders and smiled at him kindly. “Stop worrying, I’ll be back by morning, leave the ( Read more... )

Title : Drum
Word Count : 84
Rating : G


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The assembled agents knew what they were risking to continue their giggles but it was just too funny…

“You’re doing this on purpose Bennett.”

“I assure you Agent Gray I am NOT. The code names are themed and randomly assigned. Everyone is named after a tree this year.”

“It isn’t even a tree, it’s a bush!”

“Check your encyclopaedia Gray, ( Read more... )

Bennett shook is head as he lifted the soaked rag from Mohinder’s head. “He’s still burning up, are you sure he’ll just ride it out?”

Typically calm, Gabriel ignored him, timing Mohinder’s pulse rate. They had finally found him miles from the internment camp, he must have been completely unaware that a rescue mission had been mounted. Why else ( Read more... )

Mohinder knew where he would be. He turned into the park and walked towards the fountain, rehearsing his apology. Sylar could be hyper-sensitive when he wanted to be, but his rehabilitation had focused on distraction techniques, so every time he got angry at Mohinder he would walk out and indulge in one of them. Which one would it be, he ( Read more... )

Mohinder gripped the phone, trying to hold off the tears which he had not yet allowed to come. “You don’t understand, it has to be room 23.” He rubbed his forehead as the hotel receptionist chattered about dates and conferences. “Listen, I don’t care when the reservation is for, but it has to be that room. Yes, the 12th is fine, I’ll see you then.”

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