( 'Not a mind-reader yet.' Something about the finality of it ticks loudly in his mind, the seconds hand striking twelve. If this works, if his Mohinder gets an ability, then the power balance between them will shift drastically.
Suppose he gets the ability to alter time and space? What if he prevents his father's death, or worse? Sylar looks down at the floating syringe in his palm. He could take that all away, right now, with just a touch of electricity. But, as trepidatious as he was, well, he shared in Mohinder's curiosity, too. Something about seeing the man so ecstastic, all but aroused by possibilities; what kind of monster would he be if he took that away?
Mohinder's voice pulls him from his thoughts, as it always did, and he follows him back to the trunk. There he'll set the syringe back in its proper case, secured snugly by the physical realm instead of telekinetic. As he meanders back the driver's seat it occurs to him: the power dynamic has already changed.
Perhaps that is why, some odd time later at the truck stop, he petulantly steals a candy bar. Mohinder had said on arrival that he didn't want any killing, or stealing, his Company credit card was still active... And some other things too, but Sylar was too distracted by the righteous fire in his eyes, how his jaw had been defiantly set, and that velvety steel authority in his voice that sent Sylar's mind down a rabbit hole of imagination. That same voice ordering Sylar to his knees, to unzip Mohinder's jeans with his teeth, and don't you dare use your powers, Gabriel...
As revenge, Sylar had thickened his accent to a more classical New York, and struck up small talk with the clerk, shamelessly flirting throughout the entire time they were there. It helped they were the only ones in the small store, and could be heard as far back as the coolers. For his portion of the supplies, he'd grabbed various crackers, snacks, some of the sandwiches under the heater that didn't look too dried out, and various caffeinated teas and bottled waters.
"Big trip planned, y' understand," he'd said with a wink, as if that had a double meaning. "Long overdue honeymoon."
The clerk had looked between the two of them, smiled knowingly, and continued with their purchase. Sylar blew a kiss as they departed the store. )
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Suppose he gets the ability to alter time and space? What if he prevents his father's death, or worse? Sylar looks down at the floating syringe in his palm. He could take that all away, right now, with just a touch of electricity. But, as trepidatious as he was, well, he shared in Mohinder's curiosity, too. Something about seeing the man so ecstastic, all but aroused by possibilities; what kind of monster would he be if he took that away?
Mohinder's voice pulls him from his thoughts, as it always did, and he follows him back to the trunk. There he'll set the syringe back in its proper case, secured snugly by the physical realm instead of telekinetic. As he meanders back the driver's seat it occurs to him: the power dynamic has already changed.
Perhaps that is why, some odd time later at the truck stop, he petulantly steals a candy bar. Mohinder had said on arrival that he didn't want any killing, or stealing, his Company credit card was still active... And some other things too, but Sylar was too distracted by the righteous fire in his eyes, how his jaw had been defiantly set, and that velvety steel authority in his voice that sent Sylar's mind down a rabbit hole of imagination. That same voice ordering Sylar to his knees, to unzip Mohinder's jeans with his teeth, and don't you dare use your powers, Gabriel...
As revenge, Sylar had thickened his accent to a more classical New York, and struck up small talk with the clerk, shamelessly flirting throughout the entire time they were there. It helped they were the only ones in the small store, and could be heard as far back as the coolers. For his portion of the supplies, he'd grabbed various crackers, snacks, some of the sandwiches under the heater that didn't look too dried out, and various caffeinated teas and bottled waters.
"Big trip planned, y' understand," he'd said with a wink, as if that had a double meaning. "Long overdue honeymoon."
The clerk had looked between the two of them, smiled knowingly, and continued with their purchase. Sylar blew a kiss as they departed the store. )